Adam Andrews Johnson

wow, thank you so much for saying that 😭 knowing that people are reading my books just makes my little heart explode! once a month i do this rad event called the Market for the Strange 💀 it's got a kind of a rainbowy/goth vibe 🌈 and it's super queer! they had a drag show right in the middle of the market last month 💃 i just love chatting with people about my books! i did a smaller market yesterday and a bunch of vendors wanted to trade me their products for my books, which hasn't happened much for me, but it was so fun to swap our creative stuff 💖 i got art, a witchy hat, magnet horns for attaching to the witchy hat, a bunch of handmade truffles which were so freaking mmmm, this crazy clear resin tea light holder with foraged plants actually in the resin... i gave out a bunch of copies of my books and came home with all sorts of goodies!

in real life, i'm such a queeny and flamboyant person haha i don't know why i write such chaos! *past traumas rearing their ugly heads* Oh yeah, that's why haha (fake laugh hiding real pain) For real though, i do vendor events in my area all the time, and you all should hear me give my flowery book pitches about cannibalism and human sacrifice and cults 😅

easiest way is just to copy it from above hahaha

The banishment bonfire burned at the heart of the Entry of Ecstasy. Lyoth, Stawren, and Alihte were hidden in the dark forest, watching Mama rage at her Children around the clearing. She looked crazed. “Alihte is one of the corruptors now! And you, Worthil,” she barked, pointing an accusatory finger at someone Lyoth and Stawren could not see, “you fuckin’ were her closest friend and shit weren’t you? What’re you purging? I almost think you ought to throw yourself into the fire for not seei

oh my gosh yay! thank you they were so much fun to write

A pair of interstellar vessels dropped out of hyperspace behind the destroyer End Vision that was attacking Quigley’s ship. “Who the blazes is that?!” he yelled over the muffled explosions. Captain Suoki read aloud from the monitor in front of him. “The Burn Throne’s shields have dropped to twenty percent!” The two new ships moved with brilliant speed, flanking the enemy End Vision and opening fire on that much larger destroyer. The ships then altered their position relative to the

Alihte stuck her head into the Galaxy Surfer’s cockpit and declared to Stawren and Lyoth, “We need to go back.” They did not understand. “Back?” Stawren asked. “Not back to the Children, right? Did you forget something?” Alihte looked serious. “My daughter.” Lyoth and Stawren were startled by the revelation. “What do you mean?” Lyoth asked gently. Stawren was a bit more perturbed. “Your daughter?! You said you didn’t have any family! Do you mean daughter, as

“Are we headed back to Boullia Bay?” Phentrom asked Fonith. The mandroid was traveling with the bounty hunter through hyperspace aboard the Cometskipper. Fonith shook her head. “No, I’m admitting myself to the nearest Hope medical frigate to get checked over. I feel terrible.” Phentrom brought a gentle hand to Fonith’s. “I’m so sorry they subjected you to all that pain.” Fonith placed her own hand on top of his and said, “I’m glad you got me out of there, Phentrom.” “How

Stawren lowered Lyoth’s dagger and looked the woman up and down. “You’re not all zoned out like the other Children.” The woman shook her head. “I want to get away from the Entry of Ecstasy and these people. Following Mama goddess out here was a mistake.” Her eyes began to well with tears. “Help me get him back to our ship,” Stawren commanded, indicating Lyoth. She added, “I’m Stawren,” as they each grabbed him under an arm and began dragging him. “Alihte,” the woman replied.

Lyoth and Stawren had not spoken in several minutes. They were listening to a group of the Children talk about the woman who had introduced herself as Mama. Their explanations left the two new arrivals only more confused. The woman herself was not present. “Mama goddess is making a shift in the universe,” explained a Child who was in fact a middle-aged woman. “She’s bringing balance, harmony, and giving people freedom.” A man with a scraggly beard added, “The first time Mama goddes

The Stealth Witch raced through the void at staggering speed toward Eleithon’s workstation. Captain Suoki had just disconnected the call to Fonith. “I’m sorry about your companion,” Eleithon said from the cockpit. Quigley was seated in the ship’s kitchen next to his wife Finnow, and Riah was on her father’s lap. Captain Suoki was pacing the floor of the short hall between the two rooms. “Golvinte was a good man,” Captain Suoki declared, “and he got us out of there. He

you may recall, my other books are a bit culty too haha

“It’s not much,” Lyoth said to Stawren, “but this is my home planet.” The Galaxy Surfer was in orbit above an almost entirely green sphere. “See the one big lake?” Lyoth asked. He continued without awaiting her reply. “It’s called Lake Iggatio. It’s the largest body of water on Jitha. Oh, and you can see the ice cap; it’s on the southern pole, which means it’s summer up north where I’m from.” The monitor in front of Stawren beeped. “The ship is picking up the two cities you me

Golvinte was locked in one of the reinforced glass cells on the Deathian. He was reclining on the room’s cot. When the bounty hunter was initially sealed in the prison chamber, he had scoured every inch of the cramped space and tested its bars multiple times, but his efforts yielded nothing. There was a pair of guards stationed outside the room, and he was unsure what he would do about them if he did get loose. Golvinte had no plan of escape and no weapons. He did not know how much time ha

Quigley and Phentrom were in the Stealth Witch’s airlock. They were both armed with multiple blasters and ready to sneak onto the Deathian, but the bounty hunter paused before they disengaged the destroyer’s exterior door. He turned to Phentrom. “We didn’t have much time to plan. Let’s run through it all once more.” “Good idea,” Phentrom said with a nod, “we need to deactivate any vicinity controlling weapons, like power syphon cannons or magnetic beams, anything which would make getting a

Fonith was locked in wrist cuffs with her hands behind her back. She had been taken prisoner on the Deathian. “Move it!” a guard ordered, shoving her ahead of him down one of the destroyer’s hallways. “The admiral is waiting for you.” Fonith’s mind raced with possibilities of escape, but everything she could come up with would have proven futile. She was captured, and there was nothing she could do about it. The soldiers aboard the Deathian had locked Captain Suoki and Golvinte in se

“What’s a vampire ship?” Phentrom asked Quigley. The mandroid and bounty hunter were together on the Burn Throne. “The ship’s inventor could explain it better than I can,” Quigley replied. “We need to borrow it.” He turned to his computer monitor, activated his ship’s engines, and the vehicle lifted off the docking station in Boullia Bay. Above the atmosphere, Quigley engaged the cavitation engine, and the Burn Throne entered hyperspace. Phentrom looked over at him and asked,

With the volcanic parstiline secure in the containment vessel that was designed by the advanced scientists of the Aergoroth Nebula, Lyoth and Stawren were preparing to leave the planet Issdur behind. The two warriors were on the Galaxy Surfer looking at the list of three other ingredients. “I guess the best course of action is to try and track down this doziniath stuff,” Stawren stated. “It’s at the closest location to where we are.” “Sounds like a plan,” Lyoth replied. Stawr

Stawren and Lyoth were seated together on the front porch of the inn where they had spent the night. They were waiting for the volcanologist they met the day before to join them so they could gear up and collect the parstiline from the moon Eckas-3. Valli had not designated a specific time that she would be arriving, but it was still early, and the sun was slowly rising above the rocky planet. Stawren and Lyoth were each sipping coffees. It was quiet and peaceful. “Lyoth, wil

Fonith was not unconscious. The dark that swallowed her had not been caused by a blow to her head, and the four soldiers were also confused by the blackness. The two men who pulled Fonith from her ship’s kitchen floor were still holding her arms, but they were silent. The entire Cometskipper was dark, but so was the Scorched Atmosphere. On the upper level of Fonith’s ship, Golvinte was seated in one of the two power siphon cannon gunner chairs. The first three times he had pressed

The captain of the interstellar warship Scorched Atmosphere was seated in his command chair. His weapons technician informed him, “The Cometskipper has been disabled, sir, and it’s being drawn in.” The communications officer turned to the captain and added, “Coms are open, sir.” He handed his superior the digital microphone. “This is Captain Disigorth of the Olotarian battleship Scorched Atmosphere. Prepare to be boarded.” Captain Disigorth rose from his chair and hea

“Quigley,” Phentrom cried out, “did the location of the Cometskipper come through?!” The bounty hunter was punching information into his ship’s computer. “The Burn Throne is decoding the message. Hang on, just another… done. It has a star map point, and we’re locked onto the Cometskipper’s position!” Quigley activated his ship’s cavitation engine, and it rocketed into the void as the message finished processing and played through the Burn Throne’s speakers. “This is Captain Di

Over the speakers of Fonith’s ship, a voice declared, “This is Captain Disigorth of the Olotarian battleship Scorched Atmosphere. Prepare to be boarded.” The Cometskipper was frozen in space. All of its scanners and external sensors were dead, and there was no way to detect where the attacking ship was located in relation to the Cometskipper. “Godsdammit, nothing’s working!” the bounty hunter growled. “Computer, were we hit by a power syphon?” It did not respond. Fonith

Hi, daddy

Fonith glared at her device. The screen in her palm blinked with the number forty-eight hours and zero minutes. Its countdown had ended, and Quigley had not followed Fonith’s instructions to save his family. After having spent the day with Thesda in the river city, Fonith and the others were now back on her ship, and the Cometskipper was headed for its home docking port in Boullia Bay. The group was in the vehicle’s lounge. Fonith looked over at her niece. Riah was asleep on a larg