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The Ugly and the Uglier in Self-Publishing

Thursday, April 2, 2015
By Phil Elmore

Considering self-publishing? You aren’t alone. If you’ve always wanted to be an author but couldn’t “get published” before, you need only plunk down a few dollars in fees to make it happen directly through Amazon or with the help of a number of self-publishing houses. These companies are only too willing to take to... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 13: “Crosses to Bear”

Thursday, March 26, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 13: “Crosses to Bear”

Ben Garrison stood on the third story of a building overlooking the Capitol tech ghetto. The building had been partially razed, leaving three levels of ruin that retained just enough structure to provide cover for his snipers. The snipers had already left their positions,... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 12: “I Know A Guy”

Thursday, March 19, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 12: “I Know A Guy”

“Don’t let it go to your head, kid.” Moxley shook his head as the duty officer handed him a polymer bag full of his personal effects.  He glanced back at the desk, then to Weber. “I guess they’re not going to give it back,”... »


DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 11: “Policy”

Friday, March 13, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 11: “Policy”

The car picked up speed as the thing with Sheb’s face drove them through the entrance to the slideways beneath the Gulf Bridge. The hole in the creature’s abdomen... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 10: “Someone In Your Circumstances”

Friday, March 6, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 10: “Someone In Your Circumstances”

He was a little man, behind a little desk, from which he ruled a little empire. Harold Moxley forced himself not to fidget, not to dog-ear the pages of... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 9: “Possible, But Unlikely”

Friday, February 27, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 9: “Possible, But Unlikely”

“Open up, Lobby.” “Go home, Mox. You’re drunk.” “What has that got to do with anything?” Moxley said, leaning on the intercom switch. The corridor in which he stood... »