Wednesday, December 14, 2016

A poison apple interview!!!!

The excellent writer Elizabeth Crowen (who wrote the Silent Meridian- a book that defies description save to say time travel, soul searching and Arthur Conan Doyle figure in it) did an interview with for Blackgate Magazine...Check it (and her book) out...

Friday, December 2, 2016

December has some new stories out:

HI folks- here are the stories that have come out this month:
Mischief Corner Books for December 7 2016
Angel of Illusion
Spinetingler December 2016 Issue
Conversations with Mr. Abbaddon


Wednesday, November 2, 2016

More audio awesomeness!! The Eagle strikes!!!

Pro Se Productions
4 hrs
From Japan to Berlin, from Paris to Moscow, from London to Washington D.C. and all points between and beyond, The Eagle’s reputation for facing the most dangerous opponents, taking on the most difficult missions is well known. And now he flies again in THE NEW ADVENTURES OF THE EAGLE, a top quality audiobook produced by Radio Archives!
Jeff Shannon is The Eagle- America's Ultimate Secret Agent! The Eagle's Mission: To Wage a One Man War Against America's Enemies and those Who Threaten Liberty Across The Globe! From Out of the Past Comes New Tales of One of Pulp's Forgotten Heroes! Bringing Adventures and Heroes Lost in Yesterday Blazing to Life in New Pulp Tales Today! Thrill to Six Sensational Tales of High Powered Adventure, Heart Stopping Thrills, and Death Defying Action from Nick Ahlhelm, Teel James Glenn, Lee Houston, Jr., Ashley Mangin, Bobby Nash, and R. P. Steeves! Join Jeff Shannon as he fights against the foes of freedom in fantastic new adventures! 
Featuring a fantastic cover by David L. Russell and a thrilling performance by Mark Barnard, THE NEW ADVENTURES OF THE EAGLE VOLUME ONE is available now at Amazon at…/dp/B01LXPQDAX/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0…
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Monday, October 31, 2016

Pro Se Productions
Author Teel James Glenn explores the voodoo smoke and jazz sounds of New Orleans in The Second Synn: Bayou Sinistre A Gideon Synn Mystery, now available as a high quality audio book produced by Radio Archives.
A killer stalks the streets of 1938 New Orleans! Gideon Synn is in the Big Easy when an old friend is found murdered at the Duelling Oaks - run through by an antique sword. It is up to the Scarred Swashbuckler to find his way through a web of mystery and deceit to avenge his friend’s death.
Yet questions haunt Synn as he winds his way through the city of strange wonders. Who is the mysterious woman from the cafe who seems to have invaded his dreams? Why do the paintings on the walls seem to tell the future? Will a trip to the backwoods of Bayou Sinistre and a meeting with Papa Ghoulle spell death for Gideon?
Featuring a stirring cover by Larry Nadolsky and a thriliing performance by Mark Woods, THE SECOND SYNN: BAYOU SINISTRE is available now at Amazon at…/…/ref=sr_1_1…
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Sunday, October 2, 2016

My debut in the Sandra West Series... Enjoy!!!

A little weird west and an Asia minor battle...

So this last week was madness again- working on Much Ado About Nothing fights and then battles for the film pilot Tamberlaine the Great"-based on Marlowe's play.
In both projects I had amazing fighters - in MAAN I had teenage students I'd trained myself and for TTG I had the cream of the crop from the east coast stage combat world- who were able to execute the complex battle scenes on often -literally- a moments notice. Can't wait to see the footage.
Her are some shots from TTG:

And as an added bonus my school chum from college- Russell Rainbolt was able to stop by and say hi--
And in the same week my story "The Legend of Wyatt Ape" came out in this weird western collection- so the writing career goes on even when I'm not writing!

Monday, September 12, 2016

The Lord of the Urban Jungle is here!!!

I have a Tarzan pastiche in this little chap book JUNGLE ADVENTURES # 1--a well put together by some folks across the pond!!!

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Star Date lots of numbers and stuff...

Had a great week with my better half visiting and did the Star Trek/Starfleet experience at the Intrepid museum...

Friday, August 26, 2016

A guest post- meet James Austin McCormick

James Austin McCormick is a college lecturer from Manchester, England and in my free time enjoys writing speculative fiction, mostly science fiction, horror and a little sword and sorcery fantasy. He is also a particular fan of classic Gothic and Victorian horror tales and is currently in the process of writing updated versions of these with a science fiction spin.

His novels include the trilogy Dragon (Dragon, Dragon: Smuggler Tales, Dragon: The Tower of Tamerlane), The Last Synn, a sword-and-sorcery story, a SciFi novel, Sunfall, and a horror novel, Balec. All are available from Class Act Books.


For me writing is pure escapism and the more I can create my own worlds, settings and characters the more I enjoy it. After the publication of my first SF novel, Dragon, I realized that I wanted to keep exploring this universe I’d created. So far I’ve written two more Dragon books, Dragon: Smuggler Tales and the most recent, Dragon: The Tower of Tamerlane. They’re not sequels exactly but rather fill in some of the missing periods in the first book.

Sillow, the main protagonist in the Dragon stories, is a semi-comic character. Diminutive, with long green hair, pointed ears and a child- like appearance, he's a restless, neurotic and somewhat cowardly elf who constantly finds himself in dangerous situations. Originally I intended him to be a fantasy character but as my novel developed I decided it would work better as a science fiction with a fantasy flavor. To add to the comedic element in the stories I initially paired him up with a surly, ill-tempered barbarian goliath by the name of Brok. They are the odd couple in space, often at loggerheads, constantly quarrelling but forced to work together as their fates become increasingly entwined, first as smugglers and then as government agents.

In the Tower of Tamerlane though Sillow finds himself a new partner, Titanya, a beautiful and fearless pirate queen, who is more than a match for the cowardly elf.

BLURB for Dragon: The Tower of Tamerlane:

After the death of the Tuolon Ambassador Lagua and the failure to bring the non-humanoid worlds into the Alliance, Sillow and Brok’s long partnership is finally at an end. Now a reluctant solo agent, Sillow is called upon to undertake his first mission, investigate the Tower, a high-tech prison complex along with the oligarch who runs it, a mysterious nobleman who calls himself Tamerlane.

Seeking evidence to prove Tamerlane is responsible for a series of terrorist attacks, Sillow quickly uncovers the sheer scale of his plans, a lethal military strike on all four humanoid home worlds. Caught and imprisoned however, the Sylvan finds himself helpless to warn the Alliance of the coming danger.

All the while, something has been evolving, growing stronger inside the Tower, something intangible yet far more dangerous than Tamerlane ever could be, a being implacably opposed to all life in the galaxy.


Laser fire and shouts echoed as Sillow was thrown headlong into the cell.
“What are you?” a female voiced asked. “Some type of green midget?”
Sillow groaned and tried to get up. He settled for a slumped kneeling position.
“I’m a Sylvan,” he replied. He squinted into the shadows and saw a figure seated on the upper berth of a bunk. He could make out little apart from a muscular, yet shapely pair
of legs. “Who are you?”
The figure jumped down from the bunk. She was an Amazonian, strong and athletic with an impressive cleavage and long chestnut hair falling around her shoulders. She was
also extremely pretty despite the artificial eye and cheek implant. She stretched out a perfectly formed silver arm, extending her hand. “Titanya.”
Sillow’s eyes widened. “The Pirate Queen?”
The woman nodded.
The Sylvan took her cybernetic hand and let himself be hauled to his feet. He found himself head high to her magnificent chest.
“Sillow,” he replied, smiling at her breasts. “I’m from the Alliance.”
“Up here, short stuff,” the woman told him.
Slowly and very reluctantly, Sillow turned his attention upwards. He grinned. “Nice to meet you.”
Outside, cries and weapon fire continued to echo through the halls.
Titanya frowned. “Any idea what all that’s about?”
“Whole place is going crazy,” the Sylvan replied. “Something got into Tamerlane’s AI system.”
The woman took a couple of tentative steps toward the door. Screams echoed through the walls.
“Sounds like a warzone out there,” she remarked. “You sure the AI is causing all this?”
Sillow frowned. “You know, this is going to sound kind of crazy but…” he paused, running a hand over his pointed chin.
“What?” Titanya demanded.
“Well, it kind of looks like the one causing all this is Darius Drake. You heard of the guy?”
“Oh yeah,” the Earth woman answered. “We’ve met.”
“Well, somehow he’s put himself into the computer system.” Sillow gave an embarrassed shrug. “Sounds sort of off the wall I know.”
There was a sudden explosion and flames tore through the slits at the top of the door.
“Look out.” Sillow threw himself at Titanya, knocking her off balance and sending her tumbling to the floor. The Sylvan landed on top of her, head buried in her thick auburn
locks. A fireball tore past them, turning the bunks into cinder.
It was some moments before Sillow glanced up. He found himself looking at the stern, beautiful features of the Terran woman.
“You okay?” he asked. “Just so you know, that was me protecting you.”
 “Just so you know,” Titanya replied, “under any other circumstances I’d have busted your jaw for that.”
Sillow grinned. “You mean saving your life?”
Titanya flung the little Sylvan back onto his feet. “Yeah, right. I can’t believe a pipsqueak like you got the drop on me.”



A Singular Honor!!!

I found out  couple of days ago that an anthology that I have a story in (The Occurrence of the Black Mirror- a Dr. Argent tale) THE PROTECTORS 2: HEROES- has been nominated for an Anthony Award for best anthology at Bouchercon.
This is a double honor- the book is a charity anthology to raise funds to fight child abuse-- and the people I am in the book with-people like Andrew Vachess, Joyce Carol Oates, Andrew Salmon, Thomas Pluck, Harlan Ellison-and many others are legends and to be among them is a high point.
To be in a book nominated for an award at this mystery writers' con is astounding.
If you are attending consider voting for this book--a win wold sell more and that wold be mean more money for the cause.
And, hell, it is a man fine collection besides!!!!

Sunday, August 21, 2016

A guest visit from Dark City's Ken Gordon!!!

Kenneth Gordon grew up in Milford, NH and still lived in that state. When he isn’t writing scifi-infused horror novels, he plays PC games, electric and acoustic guitars, and drums. He also holds a brown belt in Kung Fu.

Here’s  few words from the mysterious martial artist himself:

I find inspiration in the most unlikely places. I had always been a storyteller but I didn’t realize it. Mostly I told stories through making adventure games with Adventure Construction Set on my old Commodore 64. I took creative writing in college and started writing on Sunday afternoons. After a failed attempt at a book, I didn’t write for a long time. Then I saw a show that really inspired me to write again. The result was my first novel.

Dark City was inspired by a short article talking about the darkness of people’s hearts and how that might be viewed by an Artificial Intelligence.

In Dark City, Jeremiah Xidorn is a mobile tech working for a smart house tech company. He quickly discovers that everything he thought was real for the past six months was only a simulation and he was being tested by a group of Sentient AI called the Builders.

My other published novels are Cadre of Vampires, combining scifi with horror, and Harmonic Differential, a time travel story.

I’ve also several others on the back burner. I’ve written a fourth entitled In My Blood; there is a plague on an alien world and emissaries have been sent out to find the Chosen One. They find him on Earth in Thomas Anderson. He is whisked away to the Whirlpool Galaxy where he must find a cure to scourge. The cure is found in his own blood, but he must decide if he will sacrifice himself to a people not his own, and a planet that is not his.
I’ve nearly finished with a rough draft for Dinus Sonus. A newspaper reporter goes out early in the morning and hears all the children on the block vomiting all at the same time. He must find out the cause. The answer and the cause both come from another universe.
Also I’ve started a yet-to-be-titled work about a young man taken from his bed and signed into a covert space Marine program for 20 years. He is then returned back in time to when he was taken.

Dark City, Cadre of Vampires, and Harmonic Differential are available from Class Act Books.

Dark City Excerpt:

“I’ve been promoted. I am now in my boss’ position.” Joe flailed his arms with glee.

“That’s great. Congratulations!” they all said in unison.

“Where’s Joe?”

“I don’t know. He just left. An appointment I guess,” Sarah responded.

“The ’droids are settin’ things up, so I’ll stay out of their hair for a bit.” Jeremiah spun around as if to show off to his friends. . Something was off, but he couldn’t pin it down. Joe had disappeared, and no one seemed to know where he went.

“I’ll find him,” he told himself and bolted for his new office.

The androids had done their work quicker than expected, and Jeremiah’s office was quiet when he got there. He had to use the scanner to get in. Immediately, he was taken aback. On his desk were pictures of his family that he didn’t put there. Setting that thought aside for the moment, he jacked into the phone system and sent the sequence to dial.

 He called Joe’s office. No answer. A moment later, he called the central office to see if Joe could be located.

The automated attendant replied, “We are sorry, that person is no longer employed at this company.”

A sense of panic raised the hair on the back of his neck. Immediately, he ran with every ounce of strength to his friend’s office. It was empty. No trace that Joe worked there
or had ever worked there was found. It was swept clean.

“Maybe I went to the wrong place,” he thought. “All these offices look the same.”

To his own chagrin, he knew too well the location of his friend’s office. The paranoia built to a steady state when, upon finding his other compatriots, they had no knowledge
that Joe had ever been part of their group. Jeremiah’s heart sank. He even checked the payroll office and no trace of his friend could be found.

“I think I’ll go home. I’m not feeling well,” he said out loud.

The security desk saw him approach. “We’re sorry you aren’t feeling well. Go home.”

Even in his emotional state, he couldn’t detect any emotion coming from the people behind the desk. It was as if they had been replaced by replicants. “Yeah, thanks. I

Jeremiah made his way to a CAB, slid in and told it where to go. He was going over to Joe’s house. The place where he lived was no longer a single family dwelling, but a
high rise multi-unit condo style building. There was no trace that Joe ever existed.

Jeremiah checked the street sign to make sure the CAB didn’t take him to the wrong place.

There was no mistake. Joe had been intentionally erased.

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Friday, August 19, 2016

And don't forget...

The VERY FIRST Sword & Sandal convention!!!

Hey folks, was just invited to appear at this cool new convention in New York in 2017!!
I'll be there with several of my books, may be doing a demo and readings as well. But there will be guest and events related to sword & sorcery and sword and sandal films!!! Tell your crafter friends- they are looking for dealers as well as attendees!!!

An interview I did with Nicholas Ahlhelm!

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Tabloid Terrors! Maxi & Moxie are back!!!!

Tabloid Terrors by Teel James Glenn

A Review by Toni V. Sweeney

Moxie Donovan and Maxie are back…in death-defying danger and loving every minute of it!

From the opening story involving a famous magician who comes out of retirement only to be killed onstage, to the final chapter set on an ocean liner on its way to England, these stories are some of the best adventures yet for Michael “Moxie” Donovan—ace reporter—and his actress wife, Maxine Keller, aka Maxie.

In spite of Moxie not being transformed into a horse or a donkey this time around (though some of his acquaintances may argue about the donkey part), he does struggle through two stories while wearing a fat suit and his observations during those episodes are genuinely amusing as well as ascerbic. Solving a mystery of how certain actresses stay young through the ococult assistance of a photograph retoucher, learning a secret his favorite uncle took to the grave and afterward decided to reveal, and helping scotch an invasion of Greenland—of all places—are only three of the misadaventures ini which our favorite newshound gets involved. The latter is fraught with sparks of jealousy when he learns it involves wife Maxie’s former amour, which definitely arouses Mr. Donovan’s Irish ire.

While the original story in which Moxie meets Maxie on a movie set with Bela Lugosi will always be my favorite, this groups of short stories is well done and enjoyable.  Bela makes a brief appearance and adds to the fun.  With mention of current events and well-known names of the times thrown in, it’s a volume the pulp fiction lover shouldn’t miss.

Kudos all around…for Moxie, Maxie, and their creator, TJ Glenn.

This anthology was supplied by the author and no remuneration was involved in the writing of this review.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

a little 'Sex Therapy"

Worked on a lovely short comedy film entitled "Sex Therapy"
 upstate New York this weekend where I was the motivational guru. Wonderful direction by Annie Fidoten and a great cast and crew.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

In honor of the opening of Faire season-Murder Most Faire

Monday, August 1, 2016

Lynn Lash; Lester Dent's proto Doc Savage!!!

One of the greatest thrills of my writing career so far has been getting to do a new story for Lynn Lash- the character created by Lester Dent (only two stories were published in his life time- and one posthumously many-years later)-that got him the job writing Doc Savage!!! Many of Doc's traits are present in Lynn and I was blessed to be asked by Tommy Hancock from Pro Se to write a tale.
So pick up a copy of the New Adventures and read 'The Prometheus Effect!"

A guest visit from Jeremy HIgley and The Son of Dark!!!

Please welcome author Jeremy Higley as he discusses his sword and Sorcery tale:

When writing a “swords and sorcery” style fantasy like The Son of Dark, it is very easy to let the sorcery overpower the swords. I’ve noticed this trend in so many fantasies, and it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. For my book, though, I wanted a more even playing field. I wanted magic to be ever present, certainly, but when fight scenes came I didn’t want my non-magical characters to be deadweight. To make this work, I had to do two things. First I had to build my magic system with weaknesses that sword-users could take advantage of. Second, I had to write non-magical characters who could still hold their own in a world full of magic.

In many ways the magic system for The Son of Dark is very traditional. For wizards, magic is performed through a language of power, and the strength of the spell comes from the energy of the wizard’s soul. This has its obvious disadvantages when fighting. It takes time to explain to the elements around you that you want them to do something, and whether your spell is offensive or defensive, time is something a swordsman isn’t going to give you. The very versatility of language becomes a drawback. There are a hundred things a wizard might say in response to a sword thrust. While all the possibilities are crossing the wizard’s mind, his practiced opponent doesn’t need to think deeply in order to deliver a killing blow with a sword.

Further, the wizard can’t influence the swordsman directly with his magic.
The magic still has its bite, though. Wizards can call swords to them or turn them against their opponents, turn sand to glass and throw shards of it in all directions, or conjure flesh onto dead bones to create terrifying allies. Dragons can possess humans, or create a magical kind of fire that ignores flesh and cloth and burns the very blood inside your veins. Thrown into this magical world are characters like Zar, Morkin, and Largalarg.

Zar is easily the least magical major character in The Son of Dark. He’s a pirate turned merchant, and his most valuable asset in a fight against magic is his quick decision-making. He takes in a situation quickly and determines the best, most logical course. Before swords are drawn and spells are spoken, he has often already leveled the playing field by changing the environment to his advantage.

Morkin quickly becomes Zar’s most trusted ally, in spite of a vague background and even vaguer motives. The idea behind Morkin has always been that of a man who has turned a disability into a weapon. He and his entire people are cursed with silence, such that they can neither hear nor be heard. This silence extends to all human noises, including footsteps, clapping, and breathing. As a result, Morkin has perfected a ninja-like regimen of skills.
Largalarg, on the other hand, is a ten-foot-tall troll known as a Grag. Grags are known for making good non-magical mercenaries, and sure enough Largalarg serves as Zar’s personal bodyguard. His weapon of choice is a ball and chain, and his superior size and strength makes this a formidable choice indeed. Though impractical on a medieval battlefield, I figured that in a one-on-ten fight, wielded by a behemoth like Largalarg, a cannonball on a length of chain would be a sensible option..

Balancing the world so that characters like this could hold their own against magic-users was a personal goal of mine as a writer, as I hope I can demonstrate with the excerpt below.

Excerpt from The Son of Dark:

 “Someone’s coming,” Smyra whispered. She ignored
Skel’s frantic gesturing to try and get her to release him.
Skel struggled to dig the dirt fingers out, but they were
almost as hard as rock. Also, they seemed to be fitting to the
shape of his mouth. He even tried biting them, nearly
chipping a tooth in the process. He would have tried a spell,
but he couldn’t form the words he needed.
“It’s Cree. I mean Dawto,” Smyra said, staring through
the dune next to them. A quiet smile broke across her face,
chilling Skel to his bones.
“He must want a rematch,” she said with amusement.
A loud grunt sounded from the south, on the other side of
the dune. Skel imagined Smyra had conjured phagim
directly underneath the wizard to capture him before he
knew she’d spotted him. He thought of Dawto in the same
predicament he was in, and had to admit Smyra had
probably won the fight already.
The sand beneath their feet turned to reflective glass, so
suddenly and so perfectly at first it seemed as if the sky had
swallowed the earth. Smyra fell backwards as the ground
became slick. In the midst of his shock, Skel barely had time
to realize the phagim holding him had turned to glass as
well before he heard a small explosion. There was an
ominous tinkling as shattered glass began to rain on them
from the other side of the now glass dune.
“That’s it,” Skel heard Dawto yell. “I’ve ridden for two
weeks straight, lost my horse to an aja-aja, killed six more
aja-aja trying to save it, and gone without sleep for three
days trying to catch up to you before Azmat did.”
Dawto appeared over the crest of the hill, striding across
the smooth glass surface with remarkable ease. He’d grown
a short, unkempt beard since the last time they’d seen him.
Some of the hair was missing and his face sported some
nasty burns. They were still fresh, and they oozed pus. A
torn cloth bandage hung from his right shoulder, dark with
blood and grime. His eyes looked crazed as they peeked out
of his swollen face.
“You’re coming with me now,” Dawto demanded.


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