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The Nex is a free, serialized online science fantasy novel by Tim Pratt, supported by donations from readers.
Since the serial is finished, I'm no longer giving fundraiser prizes -- but donations are still welcome!
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Dear readers (well, donors, mostly): I have a novel deadline on April 1 which has eaten my life, but after that’s done, my first priority will be getting the print copies of The Nex ready and in the mail, so … Continue reading
For those who donated to The Nex: The prizes are coming. It might be a couple of months, because I’m slammed with deadline-intensive projects just now, but I’m working on the chapbook story and the print version of the novel, … Continue reading
I landed in the backyard, for safety’s sake. There was a lot of yelling coming from the house. Cal was in the driveway, leaning on the side of his car. I walked over to him. “So,” I said. “I guess … Continue reading
I jumped to the Mab’s warehouse at the appointed time, and everything was just like she promised, two rows of Mablings in winged unitards lined up on either side of a path leading to the Mab’s throne. I walked between … Continue reading
So then I did the rest of my visitations. First, I put on my Minion of Mab outfit again, even though it was bedraggled and the wings were droopy, and jumped where the Queen told me — to Fairyland-on-Axis. Apparently … Continue reading
Talking to the Queen of Nexington-on-Axis, mother of the royal orphans, secretly imprisoned rightful ruler of the world outside all possible worlds, was pretty freaky. She didn’t think in straight lines like a person does, and she didn’t always answer … Continue reading
I landed in my own backyard. It was night in Pomegranate Grove, and I wondered how many days had passed, if time went by the same way here as it did on the Nex, and fantasized that maybe only a … Continue reading
I walked down the corridor. There was no point teleporting – I could only safely jump in line-of-sight here, and the curve of the tunnel meant I couldn’t see more than a few yards ahead or behind. We hadn’t passed … Continue reading
I sat curled up in the same pipe in that construction site for what felt like hours, waiting to be discovered or captured or shot with a tranquilizer dart. That last wouldn’t have been so bad maybe, since I would … Continue reading