All Prince Darov ever wanted was to see out his days carousing, imbibing things, hating on his brother and being waited on hand and foot. But a revolting faux pas at an alien funeral combined with unsound financial choices shove him rudely onto a path of blackmail and burglary. Could matters be resolved through the strategic deployment of an animatronic replica of his brother’s head? Probably not. Matters are further complicated by the galactic manpox laying waste to the alien rulers of Lemuria.
Darov could use Hissaq’s help, but his trusty equerry is otherwise engaged investigating the slaughter of a race of peaceful forest dwellers. And yet, along with a cunning hogwrangler who cannot stop birthing clones of himself, they are propelled into a conspiracy reaching to the heart of the Trappist empire. And perhaps a war or two.
With a cast of characters including ditzy AIs, freakish symbionts, a young wannabe assassin and a animal-machine part-time doctor's receptionist abomination, high jinx are to be expected.
Welcome to the Lemurian Chronicles, a world filled with weird places and even weirder creatures, tested alliances and forbidden secrets, alien intrigue and deeply unpleasant scenes.
A comic sci-fi tale for fans of Terry Pratchett, Jack Vance and Robert Silverberg’s Majipoor series: fill your boots.
Coming early 2026 (hopefully)
Another day, another funeral to which Prince Darov had bequeathed his royal presence. He was quite accustomed to the particulars by now: the bowed heads and shuffling feet; the murmured condolences; the gazes sliding away from awkward eye contact; the firing of the corpse from the neodymium boson cannon; the loved ones galloping after said corpse to tear it asunder and gobble it down, the outer brain saved for the family matriarch to spew into the maws of the younglings in a sort of cognitive soup.