“The Jinxed Pirate” Excerpt: Krutch Leeroy

We’re coming up on the home stretch for the next volume of the Graylands saga: The Jinxed Pirate. So here’s a small preview where we catch up with alleged pirate Krutch Leeroy as he finds himself in a tight spot with the authorities….


“If it’s any consolation, this isn’t how I wanted the day to go either.”

Krutch could see the barmaid didn’t believe him, as her eyes shifted to confusion before returning to fear. He sighed and tried again to find some kind of comfortable position.

The tavern’s crawlspace was the three foot gap between the floor and the dirt foundation underneath. The ground was harsh and stony, and the floorboards above were filthy and congealed with something sticky. The air was sweltering—it felt like the worst of summer already—but the stink was the worst. It was the inevitable stench one would expect in the dirt beneath a tavern packed nightly with drunks and worse.

He tried not to imagine what awfulness had festered over the years in the dismal space he was cramped in—spilled drinks, dropped food, vomit, piss, blood—and focus on more cheerful thoughts like the growing cramp in his back, sweat dripping beneath his clothes, or the Sentry Elite he was hiding from.

The floorboards creaked, and dirt from the soldier’s boots spilled through the cracks. There were only two—in the tavern, at least. There was no telling how many more were waiting outside. One called himself Wayland Dillon. The other didn’t speak, but Dillon introduced her as Ellen Wells. The names rang a bell, but Krutch could barely hear them.

Not that it mattered. He knew the questions being asked. It had been the same song and dance in dozens of other places: We’re looking for Krutch Leeroy. Have you seen him? If so, where? How long ago? Where’s he heading? What’s he up to?

Across from him, Arkady looked calm, even though his skin was shiny with sweat. For a moment, he pondered if he might be able to see his reflection in Arkady’s bald head. The young pirate’s lanky body fit into the crawlspace well enough, but his toned muscles were tensed. He was ready for anything if things turned ugly. Continue reading

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Graylands Appendix: The Black

Found the time for another appendix.
This time we’re going to look at the forces of evil within Graylands….

The Black is the primordial darkness that exists between worlds. It is also, in simplest terms, evil as an objective force and even tangible reality.

In the beginning, before time began, there was nothing but the Black and the abominations that existed within—formless, mindless creatures constantly lashing out and consuming themselves. If any emotion was possible, it was only hate.

Then came the Light—antithesis of the Black in every way. Where the Black consumed, the Light preserved. If the Black hated, the Light loved.

When two polar opposite forces collide, chaos results, and it was in this chaos the Realm was forged. As physical reality came into being, the Black was pushed into the boundaries separating one dimension from the other. And it was in this empty void, the Black came to gain will and its hate grew. Continue reading

Readers’ Favorite Review of “The Ghost Princess”

Another nice review for The Ghost Princess, this time from Readers’ Favorite….

“The Ghost Princess by M. Walsh is an interesting novel that takes place in an entirely different reality. Katrina Lamont was once considered a chosen one, but is now a resident of the Graylands (a neutral area where people who don’t wish to be found reside). She might have once been a great heroine, but it left her an alcoholic drifter who is forced to hide from the demons of her past. Jacob Daredin is an evil sorcerer who might just make Katrina Lamont draw her sword once more to prevent him from fulfilling an ancient prophecy, one that would give him the power of a god.

“Make room for a new chosen one, Katrina Lamont. Katrina is not your typical heroine who is chosen for a great destiny; instead she is a drunk trying to hide from her past in the Graylands. Yet when evil comes, she steps up to the plate to face off against Jacob Daredin and his forces to keep the world safe. M. Walsh truly creates a new fantasy world in The Ghost Princess and he has created a new type of chosen one. I found that I enjoyed Katrina Lamont as a character because she is not the typical heroine. Instead, she eventually becomes a strong woman who can and will do what needs doing to keep the world safe. The Ghost Princess is best suited for adults and young adults who enjoy the fantasy genre.”

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Reviewed by Sefina Hawke

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Graylands Appendix: Land & People

I finally got around to writing some supplementary material for Graylands.
For this first post, we’re going to look at Graylands as a country and some of the different peoples who dwell there….

Graylands is a country/continent in the world known as The Realm. It is separated from the Two Empires by oceans on both sides, and it has a small sea near the center called the Spade Sea—named because its shape resembles an ace of spades. The north, known within the country as the Northern Regions, is the most developed and populous—being where most of the first settlers landed. It’s there the largest cities are located.

As one goes south, one finds vast frontier of plains, hills, and forests with towns and villages of varying size scattered throughout. On the eastern side of the Spade Sea is mountainous, desert land. Further south of Graylands are harsh badlands where little to no one dares venture—beyond which is the Dread Sea that separates the country from the Dark Lands, where demons and creatures of the Black dwell. Continue reading

“Fitting In”

Another of my early efforts about a girl named Melissa finding herself in high school.
And zombies.


Melissa Shaw entered George Spiggott High School that Monday morning, struck with a feeling she was going to be shot with a sniper any moment.

Nothing seemed right that morning. Her clothes and even her hair felt like foreign things grafted to her body. The familiar ashy gray hovering over town for the past few days remained as it had been, leaving the world wet and bleak. Although she didn’t pay much mind to the sickly looking people shambling around the street, it was hard to ignore the number of ill people on the bus she rode in on. Everything felt off, and her worries about school only seemed to compound it. Continue reading

Self-Published Book Award Scores & Commentary

awardEarlier this year, I entered The Ghost Princess in the 23rd Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards.

I didn’t win, but I have received my scores and commentary from the judges:

Structure, Organization, and Pacing: 4 out of 5
Spelling, Punctuation, and Grammar: 4 out of 5
Production Quality and Cover Design: 5 out of 5
Plot and Story Appeal: 4 out of 5
Character Appeal and Development: 4 out of 5
Voice and Writing Style: 4 out of 5
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“Look the Other Way”

This received an Honorable Mention in Allegory e-zine (vol. 24/51)
It’s more of a straight horror story about a young couple driving through the country who happen upon something not quite human.


Rain pounded the front windshield like they were driving through a carwash. The wipers darted back and forth with their constant rhythmic hum, but did little to aid the view. It was just good fortune the road was empty—almost nothing could be seen ahead, even with the headlights at their brightest. An oncoming car would likely create blinding white glare.

Laurie Brooks had been staring out the passenger window, seeing little more than the rain slide down and across the glass at an angle. Near the ground, water sprayed outward as though they were on a speeding boat. Beyond was near total darkness. She was able to make out some open fields of wheat or weeds, but as far as she could see, they might as well have been driving through a tunnel.

She looked at her husband, Tom, and noted his normally boyish, carefree face set with stern concentration. He looked stiff and uncomfortable, like someone watching a movie and anticipating a loud jump-scare. She’d seen that look when he was studying for law school. She sympathized, but also found his seriousness endearing at the same time.

“I say if the next town doesn’t have a motel,” she said, “we just pull over and sleep in the car.” Continue reading

“The New Babysitter”

This is one of my first short stories, and I think the first work I ever tried to get published. I’ve never been really sure what genre it should fall under—a sort of horror-comedy-thriller, I guess. Can’t say if it holds up, but it has a special place for me.
It’s a twist on the old babysitter story where said babysitter gets harassed on the phone by a creepy guy lurking outside.


I know I have problems. My parents knew—I knew—we were taking a risk letting me babysit the McAllister kids. But in my defense, honestly, what are the odds? I certainly didn’t go in that night thinking things would escalate the way they did. I didn’t want anyone to die … Continue reading