Empowered: Complete

I'm excited to annouce that the Empowered Complete Series collection is now out in all major eBook formats, on all the major eBook retailers, as well as platforms like Scribd. All five novels in the series, as well as the prequel Renegade and the linking story "Nullified," which tells an episode from Mat's time in Special Corrections, two years before the events of the first novel, Agent. The Empowered began as a serial called Weed, back in 2012. In 2011 serialized fiction was being published on some of the online eBook platforms, including Amazon, and I was inspired to write my own, based on an idea for a novel the muse had given me. I spent months brainstorming, and then wrote three episodes, totaling about forty thousand words. As much as I loved the idea, it didn't work, so I put it aside for a couple of years while I worked on a six-guns and sorcery novel, The Hardscrabble. But Mathilda Brandt wouldn't leave me alone, and in late 2015, I returned to the idea and fleshed out a new outline. I hired a very talented editor, Mary Rosenblum (who was also a very talented, award-winning science fiction and mystery author) to story edit the novels, which proved to be a very wise decision on my part. Mary had a huge impact on the first three novels, Agent, Traitor and Outlaw. Tragically, she died while I was drafting Rebel, so she never saw the final two books. Mathilda's story means…

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New Agents of Sorcery novella in an-all-new anthology

This summer I wrote a new novella entitled Lunaticking, featuring Elizabeth Marquez, magics good and evil, and more than one sort of werewolf, set in the Olympic rainforest. Writing it was huge fun. It was also emotional. My wife and I lost our long-time friend Rachel to cancer. She always believed in magic, and the novella is dedicated to her.It will be exclusive to the new High Moon anthology, along with novellas by seven other urban fantasy authors also exclusive to the book: Aimee Easterling, BR Kingsolver, Jenn Stark, Becca Andre, Jenn Windrow, N.R. Hairston, and Marina Finlayson. The book will be released on September 14th. It's already available for pre-order at three ebook retailers.https://books2read.com/u/boaX0Z Here's the first two chapters of Lunaticking as a sample: *** One The howl shredded the silence of the Olympic Rainforest night, erupting from the canyon mouth, east of Tully and me. The hairs on the back of my neck stuck straight out. It sounded like something out of a horror movie. “That’s our wolf-dude,” I told Tully. He loomed beside me in his leather duster, his dark face tight with concentration as he peered into his scry stone. He began chanting a Tag spell in Finnish. I held my wand and peered into the darkness, brushing my bangs away from my eyes with my free hand. The waxing gibbous moon had sunk behind the wooded ridge west of us, plunging the canyon floor into darkness. Morning twilight hadn’t begun yet. “Got you,” Tully said.…

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The World Outside

Four years ago today I published Empowered: Agent, the first novel in the Empowered series. In honor of that, I've written a flash fiction story which takes place when Mathilda Brandt is still in Special Corrections, nearly three years after the event of "Nullified." *** The World Outside Copyright 2021 Dale Ivan Smith Rain popped and sizzled on the force dome above my garden in the Yard. My tomato plants withered in the heat, but the sudden rain outside Special Corrections would do them no good. San Diego got doused but it was still a desert inside Special Corrections, thanks to the damn force dome. I frowned. My watering can was nearly empty. Even with the null cuffs on, I could still hear the faint moaning of the plants, craving water. Another female inmate appeared from behind my tomato plants. My jaw tightened. She must have been waiting for me. She was a redhead, slender, maybe five ten, so four inches shorter than me, wearing the same white coveralls we all wore inside, and the same nullification cuffs that blocked our powers.  I didn’t see either of the armored Corrections Officers that were on duty here in the Yard. My garden was near the forty-foot-high wall dividing our section of Special Corrections from the men’s section, which meant it was in shadow in the afternoon, since the men’s section was on the west side. The woman held a watering can in her hand. “You’re Mathilda, right?” I narrowed my eyes.…

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