Friday, October 7, 2016

Furry Reading Challenge

In case you haven't jumped to the challenge of Furry Book Month yet, I've got some reading suggestions for you. They are very broad, you'll find, because the genre is broad. Also, I suspect you'll see some familiar titles on the lists. Find an old favorite perhaps, or snatch something new that looks interesting, and give books with bite a try!

For my part, I'm still reading Gods With Fur. Nearly done now, in fact, and this month I've also read:

The Necromouser and Other Magical Cats, which I highly recommend, and also Stormfront, a well-written military space opera short.  All great reads.

If, however, you'd rather attempt this toe tipping into new territory for free, I have even more suggestions.

Possibly the best short story I've read in years is free for reading. It's also just won the short story Coyotl for 2015 -- The Analogue Cat can be read here; and it's brilliant, so please go read it.

I also have two furry serials available for free online as well as a few short stories as follows:

Much Ado About Bluebottles
The Earth Tigers

Beast (horror/scifi)
Live Cargo (humor/scifi)

I'm going to be linking to some lists and articles about furry-lit as well, but before I post that, here's a short list of furry stories I consider must reads. :) (Which Just means they're my favorites)

Wind in the Willows
Black Beauty
Call of the Wild
Animal Farm
The Island of Dr. Moreau
The 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Blue Bear
Cat's Eye (Andre Norton)
Iron Cage (Norton)
The Jungle Book
Barsk: The Elephant's Graveyard
Watership Down
The Book of Night with Moon (Diane Duane)

And if you still can't find something you love to read, I suggest this list:

which has an update addendum here as well:

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Read Something A Little Different Month

In celebration of Furry Book Month, I will be posting (probably a lot) info, history, recommendations and excerpts from some anthropomorphic fiction including both my favorites from well-known authors (read: Andre Norton folks, you know me.) and some of my own work. :)
Today, here's the low down on the event. Enjoy!!

October 2016 is Furry Book Month

This October, we're raising the profile of anthropomorphic literature and bringing furry stories to a wider audience.

The Furry Writers' Guild has joined forces with some of our fandom's great authors and publishers to offer special deals during the month, from free shipping and discount codes to free books.

If you don't read furry fiction, take advantage of the special offers and try a furry book in October.

Already a reader? Give a book to a friend, try a new author, or write a book review. Reviews on Amazon and Goodreads needn't be long, and really help authors. Got lots to say? Submit a review to Flayrah, Dogpatch Press, or Claw & Quill.

What will you do this Furry Book Month? Spread the word on social media using #FurryBookMonth!

Visit for the list of offers.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Go For Launch.... PARTY

Good morning, boggy reader! If a few of the titles above look familiar, it's because I am relaunching the Heartstone Series, (originally the Princes of the Shroud books) with new covers, formatting and some additional edits and polish.

In celebration, we'll be having a humongerous (it's a word, really) party on Facebook with a ton of free books, fun games, and a seriously nice lineup of guest authors. To put date on your calendar and make sure you get in on the goods, hit the event page here:

Here is our amazing line-up of Scheduled guest authors!
2:00 Jaleta Clegg
2:30 Heartstone Series
3:00 S.M Schmitz
3:30 Danielle Arnett
4:00 Trish McCallan
4:30 Siana Wineland
5:00 Prizes!
Times are in PST and guest author bios and such will be coming as we wait for the big day! Please make use of the share/invite buttons. The more the merrier!

 In addition, anyone looking for a review copy of a book in the series can contact me here or on Facebook (or anywhere you can snag me) and there will also be a big 'ol blog tour courtesy of 
Coffee and Characters.
I love them.

And of course, the first three Heartstone books are already available for pre order on Amazon! 

Here's hoping we'll see you on Sept. 1!! 


Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Gods With Fur Anthology


Gods With Fur, Edited by Fred Patten, Cover by Teagan Gavet
Dallas, TX, FurPlanet Productions, $19.95 (453 Pages)

Fred Patten’s newest anthology, Gods with Fur, will go on sale at Anthrocon 2016 at the end of this month. Published by FurPlanet Productions, the trade paperback book contains 23 original stories by Kyell Gold, Mary E. Lowd, Michael H. Payne, and more, featuring the gods of anthropomorphic worlds and the anthropomorphic gods of our world.

You may know about Egyptian mythology’s jackal-headed Anubis, but do you know about wolf-headed Wepwawet? You may know about China’s Monkey King or the native North Americans’ Coyote (well, they say they’re gods), but do you know about the Aztecs’ 400 drunken rabbits?

Here are historic gods, the gods of their authors’ series (Kyell Gold’s Forrester University; Heidi Vlach’s Aligare, Kris Schnee’s TaleSpace), and totally original gods:

“400 Rabbits” by Alice “Huskyteer” Dryden
“Contract Negotiations” by Field T. Mouse
“On the Run from Isofell” by M. R. Anglin
“To the Reader …” by Alan Loewen
“First Chosen” by BanWynn Oakshadow
“All Of You Are In Me” by Kyell Gold
“Yesterday’s Trickster” by NightEyes DaySpring
“The Gods of Necessity” by Jefferson Swycaffer
“The Precession of the Equinoxes” by Michael H. Payne
“Deity Theory” by James L. Steele
“Questor’s Gambit” by Mary E. Lowd
“Fenrir’s Saga” by Televassi
“The Three Days of the Jackal” by Samuel C. Conway
“A Melody in Seduction’s Arsenal” by Slip-Wolf
“Adversary’s Fall” by MikasiWolf
“As Below, So Above” by Mut
“Wings of Faith” by Kris Schnee
“The Going Forth of Uadjet” by Frances Pauli
“That Exclusive Zodiac Club” byichael Fred Patten
“Three Minutes to Midnight” by Killick (Tom Mullins)
“A Day With No Tide” by Watts Martin
“Repast (A Story of Aligare)” by Heidi C. Vlach
“Origins” by Michael D. Winkle

Gods with Fur will be on sale at Anthrocon 2016 on June 30 – July 3, at the FurPlanet table in the Dealers’ Den, and on the FurPlanet online catalogue later in July.

Fred Patten
Pre-Order on Furplanet

Friday, May 13, 2016

New Release: Elvin Romance

A sorcerer, a rebel, and a whole kingdom under fire...

As the sorcerer's new apprentice, Kia's fiery temper is bound to get her into hot water. Evander is obnoxious, arrogant, intolerable, and undeniably the most beautiful elf alive. Even if she passes his relentless testing, working at his side just might kill her.
Worse, her master has powerful enemies inside the palace. When their attacks turn personal, the sorcerer's apprentice becomes the perfect bait in a deadly trap set to destroy the man who has become far more than just her boss. 

Two lost souls must defend their world, but even if they save the kingdom, they risk losing each other forever. 

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Among The Living

I have very few delusions about any regular blog readers, but it did occur to me for a breath this morning, that there might be one person out there thinking, is she still kicking?

In other words, the guilt monkeys pointed out I hadn't blogged this century.

So here is the state of things, and a reassurance to my own guilt. I live. I write. Sometimes, I do both at the same time.  It turns out that's a lot easier than it sounds.

The current book in my Scriv binder is Sky Dragon, the third Kundalis dragons novel, and it is well past the midpoint and racing for home.
The third Princes of the Shroud book is with typesetting etc, and should be a real live launched book late this summer.
The second Corduroy County Coven book is begun and in the queue to finish as soon as the Kundalis novel is awaiting edits.
Speaking of awaiting edits, I should have The Elf's Apprentice back from the proofreader soon and we'll have an indie launch on the schedule.

Farther out, I'm afraid, the final Dogs of War books will still be coming soon... (seems like the soon is a bit too much, there huh?) As will the next Kingdoms Gone title, Powers that Be. That series has a lot more coming from it, and I hope I can keep the releases at least to a bi-annual sort of pace.

In the "new business" category, I am working hard to lay the groundwork for my next series, Hybrid Nation, which I'm only half jokingly calling "Divergent meets Zootopia." For a sneak peek at that one, there is a short story in the current issue of GoAL that has to do with my protagonist's origins.
Not for the faint of heart thought, that particular short has a horror edge to it.

Should be a lot of shorts coming, in particular in that world since it's haunting me and I can't quite get to it in earnest yet.

Both the web serials are still available for free reading as well. Just follow the bouncing links.
 The Earth Tigers
Much Ado About Bluebottles

Thanks to anyone/everyone who is still reading. It's been a helluva a year, a lot more awesome than the last on so far. Health is good, new critique group is appropriately kicking my arse, and the convention season has gotten off to a bang of a start.

Here's hoping everyone out there is having as much fun as I am!

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Why My Favorite Miyazaki Film is the One Where Nothing Really Happens

I'm a big fan of movies about writers. I'm an even bigger fan of anything by Studio Ghibli or having anything at all to do with Hirao Miyazaki. Well, who isn't really?

But instead of the painfully cute Totoro, the adventurous Laputa and the ever-adored Howl, my favorite of all is Whisper of the Heart. The which of the what? I know, I know. It's not exactly the best known either.

What Whisper of the Heart is, is a delightful, soft, tender first romance that could probably be considered sickeningly sweet. But don't write it off yet! There's a lot to love in there. Trust me.

Why it's my pick.
#1- Writer movie. Okay, that's an easy win for me. I'm a writer. Like many of my kind, I'm a bit obsessive, slightly narcissistic, and always a fan of a film about my favorite topic. So... onward.

#2- The cat returns...FROM Whisper of the Heart. Didn't yall wonder where the cat returned from? Well, he makes his first appearance, and a ton of his back story here in Whisper of the Heart. If you love the cat... this one is a must watch too.

#3- Parenting. A lot of the Ghibli films, and anime in general, give me fits about the parenting going on... or more importantly NOT going on. The father in Totoro needs a visit from CPS. Seriously, how long was little Mae running about in the yard and he has NO IDEA where she is? The kids wander the countryside, go on adventures, and I'm having an anxiety attack on the couch the whole time. But... the parents in Whisper of the Heart do something that I find extremely wonderful. When the little girl confesses that her studies are failing because she has this great dream to write a book... the father thinks a little, smokes a lot, and then says, go for it. Dreams don't come along every day, if you don't try it, you'll never know. Parenting win.

#4- The moment.This is really the reason I love Whisper of the Heart. There is a moment in the movie that every author knows intimately. It goes like this: Girl wants to write. Girl is possessed with the obsession to write. She fills her head with the idea of being a writer. She dreams. She writes like mad, like a bat out of hell. She knows it's good. It's what she's meant to do. It's her opus. She clutches said masterpiece to her chest and rushes out to share it with someone. They read it. While they read it she paces, whimpers, pulls her hair, dreams some more. And then they're done.
How was it? she asks. Well? WELL WELL WELL?
and they guy says, basically.... well, yer no Hemingway.
This moment is so deliciously portrayed it hurts. It's the moment that every writer's life turns upon. This is the second when you discover if you're a writer or not.
Yer no Hemingway... yet.
Will you take up basket weaving or keep trying? Will you give up? Are you going to stand there and take that or are you going to pick the pen back up and show them what you can really do...?

I love this movie, for the sweet, the cute, the cat and the romance, but its THE MOMENT that makes it so special.
So personal.
So brilliant.
 My favorite. :)


Secret reason #5- John Denver Karaoke!!!! WIN.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Black Dragons: Guest J.M. Scheirer

Please welcome J.M. Scheirer to the blog today! She is celebrating her first solo release, a short story titled, Black Dragons. 
Welcome J.M.!

We've always called it the Cluster of a Thousand Suns. Are there truly a thousand stars with inhabited worlds within the cluster? Perhaps, but I doubt anyone has made it a point to count them all. We much rather prefer the romance of the name to its reality.

Still, as we look to the night sky, and all those points of light, we have to wonder about the worlds that surround us. What are those other people like? What stories do they have to tell? A thousand planets means billions of possibilities...

The Thousand Suns Saga's story begins almost 15 years ago. Inspired by Star Wars, my partner, Tim, and I started by creating a couple of imaginary worlds where magic and technology lived side by side. Almost every day, we've added something new, building on the lore and mythology.

When asked to write a story with assassins as the theme, my mind immediately flew to the cluster's most notorious band, the Black Dragons. But what tale could I tell to best reflect their nature?

"Black Dragons" deals with the struggles of secrecy, of duty, and of failure. Does our heroine manage to overcome her hurdles, or is she destined to become one of the deceased herself? Find out for yourself, if you dare.

As the most feared group of assassins within the cluster, the Black Dragons rarely have reason to worry. When their reputation is threatened by outsiders, it's up to Selena Olian, prostitute by day, Viper by night, to stop them. However, she discovers that even the most talented of assassins sometimes fail...

Buy link:



The door was the same non-descript metal as the others that dotted the stone hallways. Selena pressed the access pad on the side and waited for the distinct “chink” of it unlocking. The door slid to the side.
Master’s office was a good-sized room dominated by a large, dark wooden desk near the opposite wall. The only real decoration was a stiff black rug beneath the desk. It extended out to rest beneath the two chairs on the reception side and the few weapons of the trade that hung on the walls. Master himself sat in the more comfortable executive chair behind the desk. He wore the close black outfit and mask of the order, so she could never make out much about him except that he was shorter and stockier than her. He looked up from the datapads scattered over the surface of his desk when she approached.
Viper.” He greeted her in quen’nare, the modified voice low and grumbly. “Please, come in and sit down.
Selena approached, offering a bow before she sat. “How did you know it was me?
 “I would not be a very good leader if I did not recognize those under me… And Fox called to let me know that you were here. Now, what can I do for you?
The imposters are getting bolder, Master. I had one openly brag that he was a Black Dragon when I saw the bad replica of a tattoo on his skin.
I assume you took care of the problem.
Selena dipped her head. “He will not be making that claim again.
Good. The imposters need to know that we will not tolerate them besmirching our name. Our profession may not have the most favorable impression, but we have a long, honorable history and a reputation that we have well earned. I will not let that falter under my watch.
Selena nodded. Everyone in the surrounding systems knew about the Black Dragons, and she had heard their name spoken in both fear and awe even before she joined. If you wanted someone dead, you went to the Black Dragons. “I understand, Master.
Master sat back in his chair, draping his covered arms over the armrests, and sighed. “See if you can find out where this imposter was inked. If you do, do not kill the artist. See if he or she inked others, and make it very clear to this person that further marking will not be tolerated.
Selena nodded again. “Of course, Master.”
I am very pleased with your work, Viper. I do not regret welcoming you into our Brotherhood.
Even though I am a Sister?” she smiled back.
Master waved it off with a hand. “There is a reason we keep our sun lives separate from our moon lives. Do you know how many people would be all too happy to arrest us, even kill us if they recognized us?
I imagine it would be quite a few. I understand the reasons for all the precautions we take.
Of course you do, Viper. Is there something else you need to discuss with me?
Selena shook her head. “I came here right away to let you know. I did not think it was something that should wait.
No,” Master agreed. “We operate on information. You have done well, Viper.
She dipped her head to him. “Thank you, Master. By your leave.”
Master waved a dismissive hand at her before returning his attention to ’pads in front of him. She stood, bowed, and turned to leave. It wouldn't be easy to track down the tattoo artist, but she was a Black Dragon. If Master wanted it done, it would be done.

J.M. Scheirer:
 On a cold day on Hoth…er…in Eastern Pennsylvania, in the depth of night in the year of 1978, J.M. emerged into the world.  She moved to Endor…er…Southern Maryland as a young child, where she began the process of creating worlds and stories about them.  As an adult, she moved to Tatooine…er…Eastern Washington to spend the rest of her life with her soulmate (aka Tim).
There’s not enough time in the day for everything she tries to fit into her life.  On any given day, you can find her reading and/or writing and/or playing video games and/or watching TV shows and movies and/or sewing and/or baking.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

In Which I Try Something Different

Today is the launch of the Kindle Scout Campaign for The Elf's Apprentice.
The first two chapters are uploaded and available for preview on the campaign page here:

If you like what you see, please NOMINATE the title for publication (in the sidebar) or save it for later consideration. If you help get the book to publication, there's a free copy for everyone who nominates the title. 

So, if the story seems like something you think others would enjoy, sassy, humorous, irreverent fantasy romance. Sexy elves and smart-ass apprentices, magic, sword fights, true love, etc. :)
Please spread the word! 

Thanks so much to every last person who has help or will help with The Elf's Apprentice's long journey.

Best to you all!


The Elf's Apprentice

by Frances Pauli 

 A sorcerer, a rebel, and a kingdom under fire

As the sorcerer's new apprentice, Kia's fiery temper is bound to get her into hot water. Evander is obnoxious, arrogant, intolerable, and undeniably the most beautiful elf alive. Even if she passes his relentless testing, working at his side just might kill her. Worse, her master has powerful enemies inside the palace. When their attacks turn personal, the sorcerer's apprentice becomes the perfect bait in a deadly trap set to destroy the man who has become far more than just her boss.

Monday, November 23, 2015

How's the NaNoWriMo coming?

Actually, not so good. I'm probably not going to hit fifty K for the first November in... well since I started. Still, The third Kundalis book is on the page. At least, the beginning of it is. So that's something. If I keep plugging away at it, hopefully, this one will make its deadline.

So... Chuck Wendig, (my dark god, don't tell him) has asked for excerpts and I do whatever Chuck says... also don't tell him that. You can read everyone's excerpts by following the links in his comments here:

Here is mine.
It's rough, this is Nano people.

Kundalis: book three

The Ryegrass rest stop stayed busy year round. Central Washington didn’t exactly have much to offer, in particular on the dry hump of scabland rising above Vantage, but to anyone crossing the state from the wet, Seattle side to the wheat infested east, usually ended up winding down this particular hillside toward the Columbia River Gorge below.
I watched the traffic from a distance, perched on top of a 300 foot wind generator while my Kundalis dragon flirted with the gigantic white blades.
“Li should be back soon.” I held a thin silver wire toward the sunlight and poked the tip into a blue glass bead. My jewelry kit sat beside my knee. A tackle box I’d found back at school in Cheney, the green case sported enough compartments for my tools, wire, findings and as many colored beads as I could pack into the little plastic squares. “We can head for home as soon as we’re done with the interview.”
Home is also boring.
I ignored the jab and strung two more glass orbs onto my wire. Then I fished out my needle nose pliers and began to twist the piece into a dragon that only slightly resembled the snakey blue monster currently complaining in my head. The pendants had been born out of my own boredom. Not that I liked to admit aloud that Blue was correct. Li had been the genius to suggest selling them online, and with the help of the ravenous media, our financial problems had been sorted out in the frenzy of Kundalis mania.
Which only lasted a few months, thank god.
You miss it.
“Only when our sales dip.”
Blue twined between the blades of the wind generator and twisted his huge head in my direction. Thank god no one else could see him. The patronizing look he favored me with wouldn’t be easy to live down in public. His whiskers trailed away like ribbons on either side of his dragon smirk, and I wondered, suddenly, what would happen if one got caught in the mechanism.
Nothing. I am not physical at the moment.
“Let me fantasize, brat.”
Li is back.
I stopped myself from saying, good. Glad to see Li was a new thing for me. Since our crew had all bolted with Doc, however, any company counted for something. We’d spent months in a state halfway like hiding out and the other half like being on tour. I did my best to plead to the media’s sense of intelligence, and Li spent her time proving to me that the media had no intelligence.
I’d manage to get an article with a shred of fact published, and she’d show up with a stack of papers about whacko dragon attacks, secret agendas and instructions on how to protect your children from being assimilated by our Kundalis cult.
Had to love Li.
She keeps you grounded.
Fair enough. The dragon had me there. Not that I’d ever needed grounding before he’d spawned from my navel like a rotten, sass-mouthed tumor. I twisted the wire into a curling tail, added a final smaller bead, and clipped off the excess wire. In my palm, a two inch mockery of my Kundalis caught the light and flashed from its facets. Li kept me grounded? Interesting. I was pretty sure I wanted that to be Doc’s job.
I set the pendant into the bottom of the tackle box, on top of the other four I’d finished before Blue got impatient. Before I could decide to close up shop or start a new one, my partner in crime shot past our perch like a cranky, Asian bottle rocket.
Li liked taking her dragon in a lot more than I did. Her black beastie could make her invisible, could put out fires, and when Li was feeling spunky, allowed her to pass through solid objects like smoke. Right now, however, she was more than visible, she hovered over Ryegrass like a anti-gravity goddess, long hair streaming behind her and nothing beneath her feet but open air and the transparent support of her Kundalis.
She lifted slight arms over her head, spun a little pirouette for effect and then lighted like a bird on the white housing in front of me. Almost blocking my view of Blue’s face, almost less annoying than my own dragon’s condescension.
“I got the papers.” Li took a step and her dragon slipped away, wafting out and upward until it stretched over her head like a black ribbon and left her less glowy, but just as snotty as ever. “Next time you fetch.”
“Sure.” I didn’t have the energy to argue with her today, or maybe, I’d just learned that agreeing saved me a lot of headaches. I cut a new piece of wire and picked up the pliers again.
“We made the A’s.” Li dropped a stack of local newspapers and then sat cross-legged across the box from me. “But Teddy’s been banished to D section.”
“He won’t like that.” I twisted a dragon snout out of wire and slipped an onyx bead on in honor of Li. “Poor Teddy.”
Li snorted. She spun my tool box around and fished inside. “We got ten more orders.”
“Really?” I set my half formed pendant down and reached for the top paper. “At least the attention is doing some good.”
“Good picture of you too.” She kept her voice level. It was hard to tell what Li was thinking on a good day, but I suspected she hid a barb in the comment somewhere.
I ignored it and opened the newspaper, separating out section A and scanning the pictures. A month ago anything about us made the front page automatically. Two months ago we were the front page. Ever since Teddy and Rick Waters outed the existence of dragons on the late night news, my Kundalis might as well have been a Kardashian.
I hardly think.
I might have only imagined a note of pride in that. It washed away quickly enough when I found the picture Li had referred to. Definitely a barb, though she’d opted to let the photographer do her nasty for her this time. I looked like a circus freak in the photo, despite the title claiming: Metaphysical Heroes Assist with Wildfire Battle. Why did they always catch me with my mouth hanging open?
Because you never stop flapping your jaws?
I growled at my dragon and Li flinched. At least our public image was pretty. I could live with that. Li and I had worked our asses off all summer to live with that.
I might have helped a little.
“Shhh.” I closed section A and flipped the rest of the paper over. The back page, and no photo either. Poor Teddy. I read his article rather than stare at my own hideous image. Our self-appointed spokesman had gone from starlet to snore faster than I’d expected, but then, he hadn’t taken his monstrous white Kundalis in yet. He couldn’t control her, and so, he couldn’t back up any of his talk with the fancy show that Li and I always managed to pull off whether we liked it or not.
Teddy couldn’t fly. He couldn’t shoot lighting from his palms. As far as I could tell, all he did was talk and cause me trouble.