Monday Flash Fics — Limits

Monday Flash Fics used a photo I adore this week (you totally should check Dan Skinner out). And of course, the first think I thought of was Light, with my telekinetic, telepathic (and sparkly!) semi-superhero Kieran Quinn. Spoilers for the book, of course. And this wee piece takes place after the novel ends, but not too long after.

Flash Monday


Working half-days while I recovered wasn’t fun, but one of the few benefits was definitely letting the blue-haired barista at Bittersweets hand me off something sugary and terrible for me without Sebastien seeing me eat it.

Oh, and having an after-sugar snack nap.

I choose Sebastien’s place—it’s closer. I have keys now, and Pilot needed a walk and… Okay, look, Sebastien’s bed is a four-poster and is way bigger than mine and super, super comfy.

So, one cup of tea later, I crawled under the blankets and took a well-deserved (okay, a sort of half-ass-earned) rest.

And I dreamed of him.



A hospital bedroom. Sebastien and myself. My housecoat.

And a man. In a bed. Asleep.


It wasn’t like it was, though. Here, I could hear him screaming. Begging. Raging.

It’s not real. Some part of me knew that, and some part of me even knew I was asleep in Sebastien’s bed and—more importantly—that what I’d done? It might not have been the right thing, but it had been the only thing.

But that still didn’t make the dream any less horrible.


I came to with a gasp, near the ceiling.

Seeing my glasses float, and the latest book Sebastien was reading, and even my tea cup? That wasn’t new. But the whole bed, mattress and all? The bedside table, too?



The room was lit with sparks of light in every direction, in every colour.

I sat up. Which was monumentally dumb because I hit my forehead on the ceiling and had to lie down again.

Right. Floating at the ceiling.

Lowering the bed slowly was task number one. Then the bedside table. Then the book, my glasses, and the tea-cup.

I sat up, and exhaled.

That was the third time this week. And wow was it a problem.


Sebastien narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay?”

I smiled. “I’m fine.”

“Did you push yourself today?”

He was so darn good at reading me. Man it was annoying. “I came home half-way through the day. I even had a nap.”

He smiled, and leaned in for a kiss.

“We don’t need to practice today,” Sebastien said, pulling away.

“I can still—“

“No.” Sebastien shook his head. “Besides. I can’t get more than a foot past me.”

“I know, but—”

“And I can barely read thoughts without your help.”

“I know, but—“

“And you’re going to tell me we I can get better with practice.”

“Yes, I am, and—“

“But there are limits..”

“I know, but—”

Sebastien held up his hands. “I might not have hit my limits yet. But we don’t have to find out today. You just got out of the hospital. We can wait.”

I exhaled. “When did you get so smart?”

Sebastien shrugged. “When I got hit in the head by a float, maybe?”

I kissed him again.

“How long did it take, for you?” Sebastien asked.


“How long until you hit your limit?” Sebastien took my shoulders. “Thirty pounds?”

I worked hard to put a smile on my face. “Thirty-five, mister.”

“Sorry. I may not get further than a foot away, but I can already do more than thirty.” He winked. “Sorry, thirty-five.”

I swallowed. “You really do enjoy being able to lift more than me, don’t you?”

“It’s a leather daddy thing. I like being stronger.” He wagged his eyebrows. “Want me to prove it?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I nodded.

He scooped me up and carried me back to his four-poster bed.


For the record?

That bed weighs way, way more than thirty-five pounds.




Monday Flash Fics – It’s an Honour

Monday Flash Fics provides an image every week to spark an idea. This week, I immediately thought of my somewhat-superhero story, Light, and the main character, Keiran, who is a bit telepathic, sort of telekinetic, and really gay and who refracts light when he uses his telekinesis, which makes for a handy, if less than subtle, disguise.


It’s an Honour

“I don’t get it.”

“I’m not sure it’s the kind of thing you get,” Callum said. “I think it’s just what it is.”

I frowned. I titled my head one way, then the other. One of the poles changed from blue to purple.

“But it’s a bunch of poles,” I said, trying hard not to sound too negative. “A bunch of poles that light up.”

“Well, it suits the theme,” Callum said. “I mean, for you-know-who.”

“I’m not Voldemort, Callum,” I said.

“Okay, it’s for you. I mean, nobody knows that, but it is.” Callum stomped his feet. “Also, it’s freezing. Can we maybe stop and get coffee?”

“Sure,” I said. But I didn’t move.


“Sorry.” I took another long look. Still a bunch of poles with lights inside. One of the poles, glowing green, turned yellow. The purple one was still purple. I sighed, then turned to go. Callum was already leaving the small park.

“I think you’re supposed to be honoured,” Callum said, once I caught up to him.

“I guess.” It was an homage to me, after all. That was pretty cool. And I’d been excited when it was announced. It’s possible I’d been thinking about what it might look like too much and the grand reveal was…

Well. It was a bunch of metal poles with lights.

There wasn’t even a heroic statue.

“I wanted a statue,” I admitted.

Callum laughed. Loud. Like only a big brother could. If he wasn’t such a great guy most of the time, I’d’ve probably reprogrammed his brain by now. Maybe make him think he was a hamster.

“Shut up,” I said, imagining him running on a wheel.

“You realize that doesn’t make sense, right?” Callum said.

I frowned. “How so?”

“No one knows what you look like!” He held out his hands, wiggling his fingers. “You get all…sparkly. You’re like…walking glitter.”

I stopped walking. “I can’t believe you came up with something worse than Disco.”


“Nothing. Doesn’t matter. It didn’t have to be an accurate statue. Just… y’know…” I sighed. “Not glow sticks.”

“Kieran,” Callum said, touching my shoulder. “I love you like a brother, but—”

“You are my brother.”

“—you’re being an idiot.”

“Would you consider that a great monument if it was dedicated to you and your…uh…academic greatness?”

“If my academic greatness saved lives? Yes. I would.” He squeezed. “I’d consider it an honour.”

Well, now I felt like an ass.

But then Callum grinned. “A really, really, really ugly honour,” he said.

“You do think it’s ugly!”

“Bro, it’s hideous.” He laughed. “But it’s meant well.”

I turned and looked. When the lights were orange and purple, it did no one any favours. Even the snow looked gross.

“You saved people,” Callum said. “That’s really more important.”

He was right.

“Now can we also save my life before I freeze to death?”

No one was around, so I teked a snowball at the back of his head. He whirled, then whirled back and pointed at me. “Kieran,” he said, his tone full of older-brother warning.

I glanced left and right. No one was around.

Multiple balls of snow rose around me.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

I dared.






Monday Flash Fic – Motivation is Everything

I’m coming in just at the last minute today, but the flash fiction group, Monday Flash Fics had a picture I couldn’t resist that reminded me of my heroes from Light. This one definitely, however, invokes a spoiler warning. If you haven’t read Light, you’ll want to skip, but since Light came out four years ago now, I feel safe returning to the characters.

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Motivation is Everything

“I am never going to get this right.” Sebastien’s voice dropped to a growl.

Kieran, sitting cross legged on the floor, looked up at him and grinned. “You’re doing fine.”

Sebastien crossed his arms, and given he was currently wearing thick socks, a black jockstrap, and a leather harness, Kieran got to enjoy all the many things the crossing of Sebastien’s arms did to his chest and shoulders.

“I’m not doing fine.” When he got frustrated, his French Canadian accent got stronger.

“Try again. I’ll help.”

Sebastien exhaled. “Fine.”

Behind those lovely, muscular, hairy legs—seriously, Sebastien’s thighs alone inspired very many thoughts—Sebastien’s left boot tipped itself up.

So far, so good.

After that, though, it just sat there, upright.

“It’s not lifting,” Sebastien said.

Kieran leaned forward, and reached out with his mind. A moment later, he could feel Sebastien’s frustration like a hum in his own brain. Also there was a stream of thoughts in French that were going by too fast for him to even try translating. And beneath that, he could feel the teke Sebastien had formed.

It was fuzzy, and unlike the man in front of him, not very strong. Normally, Sebastien’s teke was decent, but today he was trying to teke something he wasn’t looking at, which was a new challenge.

Kieran reached out with his own teke, and it snapped into being with a speed he wasn’t used to. He dialed it way back, and did his best to help Sebastien tighten the mental hand he was wielding behind him. His own teke nudged the one Sebastien had tried to make.

“I can’t do this when I can’t see what I’m looking at.”

“It takes practice.”

“It’s impossible.”

“Says the man who held an entire float above our heads.”

“You did that.”

“No,” Kieran held up his hand. “Nope. That was you. You were the one handling the weight.”

Sebastien sighed in frustration again, frowned, and concentrated.

Kieran nudged his teke, just a little.

The boot rose an inch of the ground. Thanks to Kieran’s help, it also glowed a pale yellow.

Kieran grinned.

Sebastien’s eyes widened. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“It did.”

Sebastien raised his fists in the air. That also did amazing things to the muscles on display.

The boot thudded back onto the ground.

“I dropped it,” Sebastien said, annoyed. He lowered his hands.

“Hey, relax,” Kieran said. “It took me years to teke something behind my back. Years. You’re almost there and it’s been, what, three weeks? You’ve got something I didn’t have.”

Sebastien raised an eyebrow. “I do?”

“Me,” Kieran said. “You have me to show you the way.”

Sebastien’s smile turned wicked. “This is not how I’d like to have you.”

“We talked about this,” Kieran said, and took the opportunity to stretch his legs where he sat on the bedroom floor. “Once you can get both boots in the air, you get to decide what we do next.”

Sebastien closed his eyes to try again.



Happy Hallowe’en (E-Treats 40% off!)


Any excuse to post Luc, the vampire. Any. 

Happy Hallowe’en, everyone! I update bearing treats!

To celebrate, Bold Strokes Books has put a tonne of their e-books at 40% off as part of a giant Hallowe’en sale right now and running until November 1st.

This deal includes Light, Three, Triad Blood and Triad Soul! I’m picturing Kieran standing at your front door in a glowing halo beside Curtis, Luc, and Anders (dressed as Simon, Mal, and Jayne respectively) holding out their pillowcases and saying, “Trick or treat!”

Probably Pilot is also there, dressed as a wookiee.

So, if you’re in the mood for some of the things that go bump in the night (or even a superhero who shines like bling in the day), drop on by. The sale extends to a lot of the creepier and darker and supernatural titles, so if that’s your bag, you’ve got a great deal to choose from.

Signing Tomorrow at Chapters Rideau

Hey folks! For those of you celebrating Pride this week here in Ottawa, I’ll be at Chapters Rideau tomorrow, from 1:00 pm to 3:00 pm, with copies of all my books, including Light, which not so coincidentally takes place during Pride Week here in Ottawa.

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There’s also a really big and friendly dog, and a somewhat dismissive cat with mismatched eyes.

If you’re nearby, I’d love see you. Drop in and say hello. I’d love to see you.

Signing this Weekend – Saturday August 26th, 2017; 1 pm to 3 pm at Chapters Rideau.

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The flag has been raised and Pride Week is on here in Ottawa, and come Saturday, if you’ve got a spare moment between 1:00 pm and 3:00 pm, I’ll be at Chapters Rideau with copies of my books, making with the signing thing. Given that it’s Pride, I’ll definitely have Light on hand, as well as the Triad books, as, of course, Light is set during Ottawa Pride and takes place over the week.

Drop by. Say hello. Bring friends. And Happy Pride!