Wisdom of Walt Disney is Live!

My e-book on the themes of Walt Disney’s greatest films is now up and available for purchase on Amazon! 



G.K. Chesterton wrote that, “There is no way of dealing properly with the ultimate greatness of Dickens, except by offering sacrifice to him as a god; and this is opposed to the etiquette of our time.” Something similar could be said of Walt Disney. In less than sixty-five years of life, he elevated animation to an art form, built what became one of the most powerful media companies on Earth essentially from scratch, revolutionized the American theme park, and all while producing some of the finest and most beloved films of all time.

            Most filmmakers would count themselves fortunate to produce a single undisputed masterpiece. Walt Disney made at least three in the form of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Fantasia, and Mary Poppins. That isn’t even counting the long line of excellent films he produced such as Pinocchio, Bambi, and Old Yeller, nor the even larger number of high-quality films like Cinderella, Treasure Island, and Swiss Family Robinson.

            These films are not just well made pieces of entertainment; they are rich stories that continue to speak to audiences decades after their debut. Mr. Disney drew on some of the finest storytellers who ever lived, including Johann Goethe, Charles Perrault, Jules Verne, and Robert Louis Stevenson in search of timeless tales that could speak to people at their core. He aimed, not to appeal to children, but to the ‘continuous thread of being that remains when a child becomes an adult.’

            In a time when more and more people, especially artists, were chasing after new ‘revolutionary’ ideas, Mr. Disney struck his roots down deep into the ancient and eternal truths that had formed Western civilization, placing his cutting-edge filmmaking techniques at the service of timeless ideas. He frequently included religious themes, offering them up with a careless, matter-of-fact sincerity that sometimes shocks the modern viewer.

            These timeless themes and eternal truths are the subject of this book. Our goal is neither to provide a historical study of Mr. Disney’s career nor critical reviews of his film (though both historical information and critical opinion will appear in order to provide context). Rather, this book is an attempt to examine twelve of Walt Disney’s best and most important films as examples of wisdom literature: to ask what they have to say and how they say it.

            The interpretations in these essays are all my own and do not necessarily reflect the views of either the Walt Disney Corporation or Mr. Disney himself, though from what I have read and understood of the man, I don’t think there is anything herein that he would have objected to (apart from my calling him by the respectful ‘Mr. Disney’ throughout: he always preferred the casual ‘Walt’). That said, I have tried to avoid assuming anything not actually present in the films themselves. That is, I have tried not to ‘force’ the films to present a certain theme, but merely to listen to what they have to say. I have, of course, taken historical and cultural knowledge – i.e. the allusion to Ephesians 6 in Sleeping Beauty – into account, but only when it appears to me justified by what is occurring on screen. Any allusions to literary or scholarly works not expressly referenced in the films are meant as illustrative examples, not necessarily as a reading of the filmmakers’ intentions. On that subject, I have also done my best to avoid speculating as to the filmmakers’ motivations. Wherever I have, I present it merely as a possibility rather than an established fact.

            As for the themes and ideas herein presented, I believe they are present for any to see who cares to view these films with a discerning eye. If any are novel in the sense of not being inherent in what passes on screen, they are so unwillingly.           

            My intention is not necessarily to say anything original or groundbreaking, but merely to showcase the rich thematic depths that form the core of these classic films. In so doing, I hope to leave the reader with a greater appreciation for both the films themselves and for their illustrious creator, whose work has meant so much to so many.

Read the whole thing!


Noble Snake Announcement

And the first Noble Snake Reviews video will be…

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This film holds a special place in my heart. It was my favorite movie when I was little, and watching it now it holds up surprisingly well. There are a lot of rich ideas to sink my teeth into buried beneath the awesome animation and great characters, and come Friday I’ll be talking all about them.

See you then!



Friends and Monsters Part Three

I finally published the last part of my My Little Pony-Godzilla crossover story! 

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Godzilla’s arrival in Manehatten was accompanied by a massive tidal wave as his bulk displaced enough water to swamp the docks and flood the whole waterfront. He strode ashore, streaming seawater off his flanks as his feet crushed the wharves and warehouses. He was as tall as most of the skyscrapers.

“Remember,” said Twilight as she and Fluttershy flew close beside his head. “We need you to subdue, Mogu; not kill him. If you kill him, King Ghidorah’s spirit will be set free and still be able to menace Equestria.”

Godzilla snorted, then roared a challenge across the city.

“He understands,” said Fluttershy. The two ponies retreated to the Ponyville balloon, with which they had led Godzilla to Manehatten and his showdown with Mogu.

“Well, now we see if this works,” said Applejack as Twilight and Fluttershy rejoined the others.

“It will,” said Rainbow Dash, who had been receiving magical medical treatment from Starlight and Twilight along the way. “I’m definitely betting on the Big G there to win. I mean, I’ve fought him.”

“We all fought him,” Applejack reminded her.

“I really don’t think you can call what you did ‘fighting,’ AJ,” said Rainbow smugly.

“Girls, that’s not really the point here,” said Twilight a little testily. She was nervous, and Rainbow and Applejack’s usual bickering was not helping.

Godzilla roared again. From the top of the Equestrian State Building, Mogu gave an answering cry and sprang into the air.

The dragon flew straight at the monster, lifted his head, and unleashed his heat beam. It lanced across Godzilla’s chest, and the monster roared in pain and stepped back, but stayed standing. His dorsal plates blazed blue as Mogu flew past him, banked, and turned to make another run. The Atomic Ray burst from Godzilla’s jaws, slicing across the skies after Mogu. The dragon yelped and put on a burst of speed, trying to escape the destructive beam. The ray cut through a skyscraper, blowing off the top floors. As Godzilla cut his ray, Mogu banked and flew straight for him. The monster roared in rage and charged up Harness Boulevard to meet the oncoming dragon. Mogu struck him head on, sinking his claws into Godzilla’s gills and pivoting around to dig his back claws into the monster’s side.

With a howl of fury, Godzilla twisted his head around and bit hard into Mogu’s arm, at the same time pummeling the dragon’s body to dislodge him.

Mogu shrieked under the terrible blows and tried to fly away, but Godzilla maintained a bulldog grip on his arm, twisting and pulling him around and slamming him into a hi-rise apartment. The impact shook Mogu free of the monster’s grip as the building collapsed about him. Godzilla closed in, seeking to finish him off, but Mogu’s tail swept out and slashed across his face, giving the dragon the chance to take to the sky once more. The dragon banked and flew at him from behind. Godzilla twisted his head to follow his progress, but seemed to make no move to avoid the attack.

Idiot, Mogu thought. Looks like he’s too slow to keep up.

Don’t underestimate him, fool! Ghidorah snapped.

Come on; he’s not even turning…

Then, just before he reached him, Godzilla suddenly ducked and twisted, swiping the air with his huge tail. It slammed into Mogu and sent him careening through the skies and into the side of an office building. Before he could recover, Godzilla’s massive fist slammed into the side of his face, smashing it back into structure. Steel beams bent and concrete shattered as Godzilla pummeled Mogu, pushing him further and further into the building until, at last, it collapsed into rubble on top of him.

FAN Fiction!

Dipping my toes in the semi-embarrassing, but oh-so-fun world of fan fiction. I believe the below image speaks for itself.

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Here’s a sample. Read Part One here (Part Two will be up in a few days):

“So, that’s all I know,” said Twilight as the six friends finished up their cider. “And I couldn’t find one word about any of this in any of my books.”

“I gotta say, Twilight, that’s weird; even for us,” said Applejack. “And you have no idea who this here ‘King of Terror’ is?”

“None whatsoever,” sighed Twilight. “I even asked Sunset, but she doesn’t know anything about it either, so it’s not from her world.”

“And we’ve been combing the library all morning looking for anything that might even remotely be related, and came up with nadda,” Spike said.

“Hm,” said Rarity. “I suppose if it comes from another world, there wouldn’t be anything, would there?”

“But then how are we supposed to prepare for it?” said Twilight. “What was the point of warning us?”

“Apparently, not so that you could read up on it,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Yeah!” put in Pinkie. “If that was it, I’m sure the Shubba-Wubbas would have told you what book to read.”

Twilight elected not to address Pinkie’s pronunciation of ‘Shobijin.'”

“Okay,” she said. “But how will we know how to fight the King of Terror? Or even who he is, or when he’s started his attack?”

“Uh,” said Spike, looking out the window. “I’m pretty sure we’ll know.”

He pointed. The ponies all looked and gasped. A huge shape was approaching at high speeds, beating the air with enormous wings.

“Dragon!” Rainbow Dash shouted. Fluttershy shrieked and dived under the table. Twilight telekinetically pulled her out and the six ran to meet the oncoming monstrosity.

“You think that’s the King of Terror?” asked Applejack.

“It’s certainly scary enough,” said Pinkie.

“But it’s just a dragon,” said Rainbow Dash. “You’d think something from another world would be, you know, different. I mean, we have dragons; there’s nothing special about them.”

“Yes, there is!” said Fluttershy, still trying to escape Twilight’s magic. “They’re terrifying!”

The monster dragon soared lower and lower, making for an empty field about a mile or so outside of Ponyville. The six raced to intercept him. Then Spike realized something.

“Hold on,” he said. “That’s Torch!”

“Who?” asked Rainbow.

“The former dragon lord,” said Spike. “What’s he doing here?”

“So…not the King of Terror?”

“No way,” Spike answered. “Just an ordinary, home grown…giant dragon.”

Fluttershy squeaked in terror.

“Don’t worry, Fluttershy,” said Spike. “He’s…well, he’s not nice, but he’s all right as dragons go.”

“Besides, he’s Princess Ember’s father. You like Ember, right?” said Twilight.

“Yes, Ember’s nice,” said Fluttershy, who seemed comforted enough to at least stop trying to fly away. “I hope her dad isn’t angry about anything.”

The six ponies and Spike galloped into the field before the enormous dragon. Torch was almost as large as Twilight’s whole castle, and he looked exhausted. Not only that, but he was bruised and bleeding from numerous fresh-looking injuries, and his armor was rent and dented in places. His daughter, Princess Ember the Dragon Lord, was riding on the top of his head. The blue-and-gold dragon was considerably smaller than her father; not a whole lot bigger than Twilight, in fact. She soared down to meet them, looking just as haggard at her father, though she was free from injuries. The Bloodstone Scepter that marked her status was still in her hand.

“Spike,” she said. “Princess Twilight. We need help.”

“What is it?” asked Twilight. “What happened?”

“We’ve been overthrown,” Torch growled.


“You remember Garble?” said Ember. “Well, he’s back. And he’s…different. Bigger; a lot bigger. And much more powerful! He must have gotten his hands on some kind of magic or something; I’ve never seen anything like it! He just suddenly attacked this morning and overwhelmed us.”

“I don’t understand,” said Spike. “Shouldn’t the Bloodstone Scepter make it so that he can’t do anything against your orders?”

“Yeah, it should,” said Ember. “But it didn’t do anything! He didn’t even flinch when I ordered him to stand down. He just flew right up and attacked my father and…well…”

“‘E threw me about like I was a tiny manticore!” Torch admitted. “Absolutely destroyed me. Never had anything like that happen in a hundred years!”

“I ordered every dragon in the area to help, but all it did was slow him down a bit,” Ember went on. “Finally we just flew for it, leaving him in control of the dragon lands. We came here hoping you could help us.”

“Of course!” said Spike. “We’ll do everything we can!”

He turned to Twilight.

“Uh, which is…what?”

Twilight tapped her chin, thinking. This had to have something to do with the King of Terror…but that couldn’t mean Garble; she’d met Garble before, and he wasn’t from any other world.

“First of all, we should discuss this with Princess Celestia. If Garble’s taken over the Dragon Lands, he’ll be heading for Equestria next. Come on, Ember; there’s something I need to tell you about on the way…”

Sample Chapter

I had hoped to have a new short book published for Halloween. Unfortunately, while I probably could have managed it, it wouldn’t have been nearly as polished as I would have liked, so I decided to hold off until it was more presentable.

However, it seems a shame to let the day pass without something, so I’m going to offer the first chapter for your reading pleasure. Hopefully it’ll make you want to read the whole book when it comes out.


Spring and Fall in Roam House

Chapter One:
Spring and Fall

“Ferb, I know what we’re going to do today!”
Phineas Flynn, Phineas and Ferb

It was a bright and sunny day, and David Fall was as content as he knew how to be. The weather was warm and bright, but not too hot for summer in Alabama, and there were hardly any flies about. As far as David was concerned, sitting under a tree on a day like this with a cool drink at your side, good ghost story in your lap, and your best friend close at hand was as much as any twelve-year-old boy could ask of life.

David was a large, pale, rounded kind of boy. He had black hair, black eyes, and usually wore black whatever the weather. Some people said he looked as if he’d stepped out of an old movie that hadn’t been colorized yet. No one could believe that he spent as much time in the sun as he did; he never tanned, no matter how long he spent outside. He was just naturally, stubbornly pale.

The peaceful moment was shattered when an upside down face bearing an inverted smile swung into view from the branches overhead, trailing a long sheet of blonde hair that almost reached the ground.

“Finished!” said Jenny Spring.

David looked up at his best friend, not batting an eye at her eccentric means of making an entrance.


She nodded happily. “I’m a fast reader, and it’s a good book. Rodion wound up giving himself up in the end and went to jail, but it’s okay because he deserved it and he gets redeemed in the process, and his sisters marries his super-nice best friend, and he’s going to marry Sonya once he gets out of the hoosegow, and it all pretty much works out!”

“I know,” said David. “You told me how it ended the last time you read it.”

“Oh, right,” she said. “I forgot; it makes a difference reading it in Russian, you know. I guess I just felt like I was reading a whole new book.”

David rolled his eyes. Jenny Spring was, by far, the smartest person he had ever met. At twelve years old she was already fluent in Spanish, French, German, Latin, and (apparently) Russian. She had a hobby of learning a new language every summer. Jenny did things like that.

“You should get out of the tree,” he said. “All the blood’s going to rush to your head.”

“Oh, right!” she said. She swung herself up and dropped lightly to the ground, then settled herself in the grass to watch David read.

Jenny was a small, lightly built girl with very large blue eyes and a lot of long blonde hair. She was (David privately thought, and most people agreed) extremely pretty. Most girls go through a growth spurt about her age, but apparently her body was too busy keeping her enormous brain working to bother. She was wearing a green tee shirt and light brown skirt from under which her bare feet poked out. Jenny didn’t like shoes; she said they got in the way. David thought that was kind of the point, but didn’t argue about it.

David Fall and Jenny Spring had been best friends ever since they were toddlers (Jenny claimed to be able to remember first meeting him a few days after she came home from the hospital, but that was one of those things David wasn’t quite prepared to believe, even of her). They lived on the same street, right door to one another, and their bedroom windows faced each other, so that whatever time of night it was they could always talk by writing messages on chalkboards (they’d also set up a signaling system with a line and a couple small bells when they were about six).

Jenny’s father was a doctor and her mother was a vet. When they had decided to attend a medical conference in Birmingham, Alabama, they had invited Jenny (as the eldest) to come along to spend a week or so in the house of her Uncle Lance and Aunt Shirley, who had a farm outside the town of Roamsford about twenty miles from the city, while the rest of the family stayed home with Dr. Spring’s unmarried brother.

Jenny had taken it upon herself to invite David to come along, and he had leapt at the chance. Partly this was because they each had a basic assumption that whatever they did they would do together, so that spending a whole week apart would have seemed just weird to them (Jenny claimed to be able to count from memory the number of days they hadn’t seen each other since they were old enough to be let out of the house, and that it was, as she put it “more than my fingers, but less than my toes”).

But even more than that, David hated the idea of staying home all that time. His house was not a happy one. He lived with his Uncle Andrew, and while he wasn’t at all mean to the boy, he was agoraphobic, mildly autistic, and all around not much of a companion. Uncle Andrew spent most of his days in his study, writing books on ancient American cultures, of which he was a respected expert. Their house was dark, quiet, and very lonely. That was one of the reasons David spent as much time as he could with his bright, bubbly best friend.

Though he enjoyed her sunny personality, David’s own could not have been more different. He was quiet, reserved, and introverted. A lot of the time they spent together was like this; quietly reading, with Jenny occasionally interrupting to tell him about something interesting she’d just read, or (since she read so much faster than he did) sitting watching him read with her legs crossed, her elbows on her knees, and her chin resting on her knuckles letting her mind work, as she was doing right now.

“I’m bored,” she said after a moment.

“That doesn’t bode well,” David commented, not looking up from his book.

“I already read all the books I brought,” she went on, ignoring him. “I’ve learned Russian, and I finished my translation of The Song of My Cid yesterday. I’m tapped out of projects!”

“You don’t like it, you shouldn’t be so smart.”

Jenny considered this, then shook her head.

“No, I don’t think that’s going to work,” she said seriously. “All the ways I know of making yourself stupider are either immoral or hurt a lot. Besides, what happens when I’m not bored anymore and want to be smart again?”

David raised his brows.

“Oh, you were being sarcastic!” She laughed. “You know, one of these days I’m going to get it without your telling me.”

He smiled at her.

“But really,” she went on. “What should I do? I need a project; I can’t just laze around here for the next three days.”

David sighed. He’d seen Jenny like this before, and it usually preceded some hair-brained scheme or other. Though she was a genius, Jenny didn’t really get things like ‘practicality.’ Once she had decided to make a code involving different patterns of tree bark and had been disappointed when no one understood a word of it. Another time, when she had been especially bored, she had gotten it into her head to memorize Webster’s Complete English Dictionary (David convinced her to give up around the ‘E’s). And only a few weeks ago, as part of her efforts to learn Russian, she had roped him into helping her make anti-Communist propaganda leaflets, which she had then mailed to the CIA with suggestions of how to smuggle them into the Soviet Union. So far, they hadn’t heard back from the agency.

He put down his book and tried to think. Unless he could help her come up with something practical, they would be in for another round of dictionary memorization.

“Why don’t you write a book?” he suggested.

“Who’d want to read a book by a twelve year old?” she answered. “Besides, I’m no good at plotting.”

“So write a non-fiction book, like a study on Russian poetry or something.”

Jenny considered this for a moment, then shook her head.

“No, I don’t want to write a book, at least not right now.”

David tried to think what else smart people did.

“What about learning piano or something?”

“I already did that, remember?”

“No, when…”

“When we were six. It was super easy too. Don’t you remember? I played The Nutcracker Suite at Christmas that year.”

“Oh, right,” said David, who retained almost no memories of that Christmas, but vaguely recalled Jenny at the piano, running back and forth because her arms weren’t long enough to reach the whole keyboard at once.

“Okay, so why not some other instrument?”

“I’m not really that in to music, to be honest,” she said.

He groaned, racking his brains trying to think of something that might appeal to her. She already knew how to play chess pretty well, could perform advanced mathematics in her head, and had read most of the library back in Mayfield. He really couldn’t think of anything else she could do.

Jenny threw herself on her back with a sigh, her head resting on her hands as she contemplated the clouds.

“You know what I would like?” she said. “I’d like to study something.”

“That’s practically all you ever do,” he answered.

“No, I mean, I want to make a real study; you know, actually delve into something myself and come up with something new.”

David seized upon this suggestion.

“That’s a great idea!” he said. “What about…astronomy?”

“One girl with a telescope isn’t going to have much to offer there,” she said.


“Not much there either. Besides, I’d have to dissect things in that.” She made a fact. “No thanks!”


She considered that one.

“Mm…I don’t know,” she said. “Seems like that would involve way too much travel if I were to do anything useful.”

David thought and tried to come up with the most obscure, difficult-sounding science he could think of.




“Should be discredited.”


“That’s a practice, and you need a license for it.”


“You’re being sarcastic again!”

“No, I’m not. Astrology!” he offered in a final act of desperation.

“That’s predicting the future using the stars, and not only does it not work but it’s immoral to try.”

She sighed and sat back up.

“Let’s go back to Aunt Shirley’s: it’s almost lunchtime. I’ll think about it and come up with something…”

She stopped, staring. Perplexed, David followed her eyes and found they were resting on the cover of his book: The Mysterious Message. When he looked back at Jenny, her face was lit up by a brilliant grin.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed.

“What’s it?”

“That’s what I’ll study; ghosts!”

He stared at her.


“We’re in the South, right? The haunted South! We’ll go looking for ghosts!”

“Is…that really a good idea?”

“It’s a great idea! The supernatural is a criminally understudied aspect of reality. We’ll be doing valuable work and having fun at the same time.”

David would have like to be able to say this was the worst idea she had ever come up with. He really would have.

“Jenny, have you read many ghost stories?”

“Sure! Hamlet, The Aeneid, A Christmas Carol…

“I was thinking of more recent ones.”

“A few, why?”

“They don’t exactly make meeting ghosts sound like ‘fun’.”

“That’s just fiction; they have to make it sound scary to sell books. We’re going to be trying to learn.”

“I don’t think that will make much difference.”

But Jenny wasn’t listening. She was so excited by her new project that she had gotten to her feet and was practically skipping about the tree, her long hair flying out behind her like a flag, as she expanded upon her idea.

“Think about it; it’s a completely new field of investigation! Most of the work that’s been done has been useless because people keep trying to treat them like normal phenomena, but you can’t because if they’re really ghosts, they aren’t!”


“But I’ve got a philosophical background as much as a scientific one, so I can take them as they really are.”


“And there’s the perfect place right in town! Everyone knows Roam House is haunted…”

“Jenny!” David said, standing up and catching her by the shoulder. “I don’t think you’ve thought this through!”

“Of course I haven’t; that’s what I’m doing right now.”

“Okay, then let’s add in the fact that you’re afraid of the dark.”

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

“No, I’m not,” she said unconvincingly.

“So, when you woke me up at one AM in a panic because your nightlight went out…?”

“That…it was just the one time.”

He smiled at her.

“I’m not afraid of the dark,” she went on. “I…I just don’t like it coming on me all of a sudden. I mean, if you woke up in the middle of the night to find yourself in the dark, you’d get scared too.”

“No, because I always sleep in the dark.”

“But if you don’t have to be in the dark, why would you? It makes no sense!”

“Okay, maybe I’ll give you the dark, but you are afraid of a lot of other things. Bugs, for instance. And snakes. Heights. Enclosed spaces. And, now that I think about, ghosts.”

“I am not afraid of ghosts!”

“You had nightmares when we watched House Ghost. And don’t tell me you didn’t, because I’m the one you woke up in the middle of the night to tell about it.”

“It was a scary movie!”

“It was a comedy! The ‘ghost’ was just a girl in a sheet!”

Jenny’s excited face deflated. She sank back down onto the grass.

“I see your point,” she said. “I guess it would be kind of scary, wouldn’t it?”

David sat back down opposite her.

“That is sort of the idea,” he said.

Jenny thought a moment, then shook her head.

“No, I’m gonna do it anyway,” she said. “I’m at least going to try it. Now that I’ve thought of it, I’m just too curious not to see what there is to find.”

David sighed. Yep, that was to be expected.

“Okay,” he said. “So, where do we start?”

“I’m gonna go ask my aunt about Roam House,” she said, bouncing back up. She went over to the tree and climbed back up into the branches.

“Come on, Abel!”

She came back down holding a reddish bundle of fur snoozing in her arm.

“We’ll take him with us for security,” she said. “He’s a drop-bear: they can be vicious when they want.”

“Jenny, he’s not a drop-bear; he’s just a koala you taught to eat bacon.”

The Spring family had so many pets that their house was more of a menagerie, but Abel Magwich was Jenny’s. She never went anywhere without him if she could help it, though he didn’t do much except sleep and occasionally eat.

“Oh, no; he’s a drop bear,” she said. “I’m sure of it.”

“Drop bears don’t exist; they’re a legend the Australians made up to scare tourists.”

“He looks pretty real to me.”

David sighed. This was one of those things that Jenny simply would not entertain any doubt on, no matter how often he tried to convince her. And, given that she was about a hundred times smarter than he was, he wasn’t entirely sure he was right.

“Fine,” he said. “Let’s go see about that haunted house.”

Halloween Videos

Though I love Halloween, I’ve been too busy to do much for it this year. So, in lieu of doing anything new, here are a few old Halloween-type videos from my YouTube page

First a tribute to the Batman rogues gallery using the official Halloween anthem: ‘This Is Halloween’ from The Nightmare Before Christmas, as covered by Marilyn Manson.


Next up, this is what happens when you cross slasher films with a DTV Disney sequel (slight content warning)

And…this one’s just kind of weird.

Happy Halloween!

I.S.C. Episode Two Now Available!

The second entry in the I.S.C. series is now available at Amazon.


Following their triumphant incorporation, the Monitor Deep Space Company lands in the docks of New Oslo to repair and take on supplies before departing to the deepest regions of the galaxy. In the meantime, though, a mysterious piece of salvage and the secret past of one of the crew threaten to tear the fledgling company apart.

Features futuristic gangsters, huge henchmen, vials of evil fluid, flying cars, riots, problems with gravity, booby-traps, cute girls, talking snakes, and many secrets, some of which are revealed, some of which remain hidden.