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  "Killing Off a Character"
      by Ty Drago


  "Last Train for Dasha"
      by L.A. Little

  "Following Shadows"
      by Aryan Bollinger

       by Sheila Johnson

  "Billy Starbuck"
      by Robert Walton

  "No S.L.A.M. Maps for These Territories"
      by Will Gwaun

  "Two Thumbs Up"
      by K.S. Shoen

  "What About My Humanity? "
      by Igor Ljubuncic

  "Princess or Poison"
      by James Aquilone

  "The Sweetheart of Ulster"
      by Frank Aversa

  "Specialty of the House"
      Kurt Heinrich Hyatt

  "Act of Contrition"
      by Nina Shepardson

      by C.L. Holland

  "Novelette Preview: THE UNDERTAKERS:
      by Ty Drago

  "Novelette Preview: THE WRITING
      by Kelly Ferjutz

  "Novel Preview: CRYSTAL ILLUSIONS"
      by J.E. Taylor

  "Novel Preview: THAT ROOM AT
      by Kelly Ferjutz


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Last Siege of Haven"
Month9Books, July, 2015

The Corpses have found Haven! Can the Undertakers end the war before the war ends them?

Secret of the Corpse Eater"
Month9Books, March, 2014

Trouble brews in DC as a mysterious monster haunts the Capitol, killing Corpses. Can the enemy of his enemy be Will's friend?.

Night of Monsters"
Smashwords, April, 2013

Will and the Undertakers spend a single night trying to thwart a terrifying new Corpse plot involving twins, maggots, and menace.

Queen of the Dead"
Jabberwocky, October 2012

Will and the Undertakers face a new and terrible enemy is this, the second book in the Undertakers series.

Rise of the Corpses"
Jabberwocky, April 2011

Will Ritter becomes relucantly involved in a war between children and an invasion of animated corpses.

"THE LITERARY HANDYMAN" by Danielle Ackley-McPhail
I was honored to write the introduction to this collection of valuable essays on writing.
"Yesterday, I Will"
Fortress Publishing, 2010

Anthology Grandmaster
My story, "Yesterday I Will Remember Tomorrow" tells the tale of a young man who finds himself living his life backwards

Tor Books, 2003/2004

A critically-acclaimed SF "whodunit" about murder, mayhem, and a mysterious monster on Mars' largest moon.

Regency Press, 2001

An historical mystery centered around Ben Franklin's 1776 visit to Paris - a tale of intrique, betrayal and friendship.


This issue’s Name in Lights is a very personal one.

Michael Shelton, or just "Shelton" to almost everyone who knows him, is a fan of the Philadelphia Eagles, the Philadelphia Flyers and, perhaps most importantly, the Undertakers book series by Yours Truly.

He's smart, articulate, and a tremendous amount of fun to be around.

He's also, as of September 18, 2015, my son-in-law.

Welcome to the family, Shelton!

Killing Off a Character
Grieving for Someone Who Isn't "Real"

by Ty Drago


When I'm not working at my day job or running this ezine, I'm a writer. Okay, that isn't true. I'm a writer first, and a working stiff and publisher second and third, respectively. The fact is that I identify as a writer. When strangers ask me "What do you do?" that's what I reply. True, I may not make too much money at it, God knows.

But it's who I am.

If you've followed my career at all, you'll know that my current pride and joy is the Undertakers series. The first of these middle grade "zombie" novels came out in 2011 and there have been three more since, plus one novelette. The last book in the series, "End of the World," is slated for publication by Month9Books in March, 2016. That will conclude, for good and all, the adventures of this army of courageous children as they defended the world from the Corpse Invasion. Well, that will conclude it ... at least until the the movie comes out! But that's another topic.

As with any fictional war, there are casualties, and the Undertakers is no exception. At the end of the pennultimate book, "Last Siege of Haven,' I found it necessary to kill off a character who had been with the series since its inception. For the sake of those of you who might not have read this particular installment, I won't say who.

I will say that killing that character was necessary to the plot and the spirit of the story. It was "right." And it just about broke my heart.

I know that probably sounds a little nuts. I mean, this kid (and it was a kid) was a figment of my imagination. And you don't mourn a figment, do you? Well, I did, and far more than I thought I would. It bothered me for days. I even had nightmares about it, though my wife looked at me like I was crazy when I told her about them.

I've talked to a few writer friends about it and, overall, their response has been supportive. We're storytellers and, in a weird sense, our stories are the homes we build and our characters the children who live in them. When a "person" into whom we've breathed metaphorical life dies, it leaves a hole that it takes a while for our emotions and imagination to fill.

Okay, I just wrote that out reasoning and it still sound nuts!

It's not that I don't understand real loss. I do. I've buried both of my parents, as well as a sister-in-law who was one of my dearest friends, which made this unreal experience all the more unfathomable. But only an idiot denies what he's feeling, right? And what I was feeling for those few days after I wrote the death of this character was an awful lot like genuine grief. It didn't last as long and, I guess, wasn't quite as crippling. But it was undeniably there.

Nor am I alone in this. While I've never watched even a single episode of the show, I'm told that the recent death of Patrick Dempsey's character on Grey's Anatomy caused a social media outrage. And back in the late 19th century, after Sir Arthur Conan Doyle killed off his beloved Sherlock Holmes, people in London actually wore black armbands to showcase their grief.

According Christiane Manzella, clinical director of the Seleni Institute for Women, which provides grief counseling (as quoted in an article in Time) "We see this all the time. Human beings love stories and making connections, even if it's to fictional people. We create meaning and then experience actual grief when that connection is broken."

And that's just the grief of folks reading or watching the character.

Imagine writing them!

So maybe I'm being a little hard on myself. Maybe it's okay to feel bad, and even a little guilty, about killing off a character when the story calls for it. Maybe finishing their personal arc in this rather final way is part of a writer's responsibility. Some people say that the author is "god" where his stories are concerned, and that may be true. But, if so, then I, at least, am a sentimental deity. I still miss that character. Very much.

I wonder if J.K. Rowling feels the same about Dumbledore.

And I wonder if, like me, she keeps thinking of ways to, you know, bring him back...


Happy writing.

Ty Drago
Founder, Publisher and Managing Editor of Allegory



"Last Train for Dasha"
by L.A. Little

I started slowly, but as I saw these men were truly interested, I began to feel welcome, part of their little group. I told them my whole story as honestly as I could, though I may have been less earnest than I felt, just so I wouldn’t be too vulnerable in this new company. Still, they seemed to feel what I left unsaid. All were sympathetic, almost somber.

Vadim gripped my knee with fingers like gnarled tree roots and gave me a rueful smile. “We’ll be there soon,” he said. “Who knows, these are crazy times. She may be waiting for you.”

"Following Shadows "
by Aryan Bollinger

“We want the Specimens to behave realistically for the sake of trauma research,” Pasnov said, “and the BetaSerum I’ve developed -- along with specific additions for each specimen -- keeps everything well-conditioned and functional. Organs are kept within their cavities, and even most tissue degradation is halted by the Serum. In other words, the specimen is provided with everything: Energy, longevity, and what’s more --”

Kelvic said the last line along with the recording:
“-- they’re given purpose.”

by Sheila Johnson

We've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Let me put that out there right now.

You probably wonder why I waited almost two days for one, or why we didn't just go to the urgent care. Because why would a grown man who otherwise seems pretty reasonable let his son go around with a tree branch growing out of his ear?

Because it makes Brian happy, that's why.

"Billy Starbuck"
by Robert Walton

Then a clear voice says, "Easy, mates. He's done."

No second boot. Consciousness flutters back my way. I squint upwards. A Greek god with long blonde hair, sky blue eyes and the physique of Hercules leans over me.

My three opponents prepare to add him to their list of accomplishments. He points to the door. "It's the crushers."

Blue police helmets bob above the crowd. The blonde god nods amiably, "Time to cast off!"

Much to my surprise, they do. The god says, "Easy, mate, I'll get you out of here."

That's how I met Starbuck Billy.

"No S.L.A.M. Maps for These Territories"
by Will Gwaun

At the river the Machine tried again to destroy itself. It waded into the twisting, tugging currents until the foam spat about its waist and the pebbles rattled across its feet. Its reflection danced in the grey water, a squat, armoured shape scoured silver by years of dust and wind. Its face screen was a ruin, the dots of the eyes and the line of the mouth and brows obscured by cracks and pools of black crystal ink.

The Machine tried to push on to where the water would take it, drag it under and smash it apart on the rocks of the waterfall some mile or so downstream. The water would leak into its processors and the memories of the war, of the things it had done, would hiss into a nothing of static.

"Two Thumbs Up"
by K.S. Shoen

“All right, Steve. Fill me in. What’s the purpose of this study?”

“So, the focus was neuro-pathway building for prosthetic thumbs. Since it’s impossible to find a large enough group of thumbless individuals to run a complete study, the intention was to fully immerse a group of healthy 10-fingered volunteers in a simulated environment in which they were given an extra thumb on each of their hands. The project was a year long, 12 months in a virtual bubble. All interaction with the outside world mediated through full body suit and goggles that supported the illusion of the extra thumbs.”

“And the volunteers?”

“20 year olds. The usual. Mostly college kids looking for a little easy money in a bad economy.”

“So it’s a money grab. We settle.”

“Well that’s the funny thing,” Steve walked over and shut the door to his office even though we were, to the best of my knowledge, the only ones around. “They’re not asking for money. They’re suing us for thumbs.”

"What About My Humanity?"
by Igor Ljubuncic

Sparepart wasn't a very creative name for a man, he knew. Which was probably why they had given it to him.

He was, after all, made from human bits and pieces left behind in the warehouse.
Sparepart stepped out into the weak, jaundiced January sun, looking up at the silver sky striated with chemical fumes, forming into long, windy clouds. The city of Mech pumped all its worth into the frigid air, earning the rich folks in their habitats a few more hours of warm, electrified leisure.

The road, what was left of it, did its best to snag Sparepart's clubbed feet, mismatched toes and callused heels, reminding him that his deformities were more than a random genetic flaw or a childhood accident, the likes that afflicted his colleagues. His disfigurements were intentional.

"Princess or Poison"
by James Aquilone

When the knight arrived at the castle of Song, he was led directly to the king. Immediately he made his desire known. "I am here to take your daughter's hand in marriage, Your Majesty. I am prepared to face whatever challenges you set before me. Fire, ice, torture, three-headed krakens—"

The king held up his hand, halting the knight's speech. He said, "There will be none of that. You will have only one challenge to face if you want my daughter's hand: her consent. Receive that and you shall be wed."

"I accept the challenge."

"Then promise me this, foolish knight: If you do marry, please, do not return her to me."

"The Sweetheart of Ulster"
by Frank Aversa

Connor O’Rourke huddled against the rooftop chimney, his rifle leaning against his chest, his hands tucked in his pockets. Stars peered down as witnesses ready to testify against him. This would be the young sniper’s first kill. An intense apprehension shook his nerves like marionette strings in a palsied hand. Across the street, the Grand Stewart Hotel gleamed in Baroque opulence in sharp contrast to the dark, battered buildings surrounding it. Beyond the hotel’s bright lights the city of Belfast moved with a cautious bustle, leery of the next outbreak of violence.

You’re a damn fool for letting her do this to you, Connor reprimanded himself. He took his hands out of his pockets and clutched the chipped stock of the old rifle. In the heat of passion he had sworn he would die for her.

"Specialty of the House"
by Kurt Heinrich Hyatt

“Are you queasy around dead bodies?” Warden Floss inquired, looking at Travis over the top of his antique bifocals.

Travis gazed along the seemingly endless rows of cryostorage caskets stretching out into the dimness of the huge chamber. “Are some of these spacers dead?” he asked.

“Here at New Seattle Penal Facility we prefer to call them inmates,” Floss chuckled. “Those placed in hypersleep status do indeed resemble corpses. When I served as assistant warden on a similar facility on Earth we had trouble maintaining a night security staff. Here on Slython the indigenous humanoids who work here are not the least bit squeamish.”

"Act of Contrition"
by Nina Shepardson

Yori had killed a man once.

It happened four years ago and on the other side of the island. When he'd proposed moving here to Kanagawa, he'd told his wife Tachibana that the fishing would be better. The truth was that he couldn't walk past Taro's shop or nod a greeting to Odaka in the street without the memories rising to the surface, like flotsam washing up on a beach. Tachibana hadn't objected to the relocation; their once-cherished home now held painful memories for her too.

After all, his victim had been the man she loved.

by C.L. Holland

After he brought the Emperor back to life, they cut off his hands.

"Now you can never use your gift for anyone else," the Emperor's most loyal advisor said.

Blinded by pain, Sora barely heard him. The physicians continued their work, spread salves over the wounds that made it feel like they were on fire. He was barely conscious even before they tipped honey-sweetened laudanum down his throat.

When he came to himself the wounds were already healed. The skin was shiny and smooth, as if burned, and boasted a thick white scar where the flesh had been sewn together.

"You had a fever," the physicians told him. "We thought you might die. But you're healthy now. Take your payment and be on your way. The Emperor thanks you for your service."

Staff Showcase

In this issue we're doing things a little differently. Instead of short stories,
a number of ALLEGORY staff members are highlighting their published
or soon-to-be-published novels. We hope you'll take a moment to see
what we've been up to -- besides this e-zine!

"Novel Preview:

by Ty Drago

"Novelette Preview:

by Kelly Ferjutz

"Novel Preview:

by J.E. Taylor

"Novel Preview:

by Kelly Ferjutz

Honorable Mentions

Allegory deals with submissions in the way that, as far as I know, remains fairly unique in the publishing world. Each story is individually reviewed and, if considered publishable, is placed in our "Maybe" pile. At the end of each submission period, these "Maybes" are reviewed, and the best eight chosen to appear in the next issue. This final cut is made on the basis of issue balance, and does NOT reflect the overall quality of these stories.

That said, here - in no particular order - are the "Maybes" who just missed publication in Allegory. Each one is a fine tale that we would have been proud to publish. Remember these names, friends and fellows. You'll be hearing from them in the future. I guarantee it!

Rita's Rage by Robert Mendenhall
How Simon Gaimes Lost His Way by Aliza Cohen
The Hearse by John Grey
It's Not Suicide If You Don't Die by Allen Saslaw
Beyond the Mask by Stephanie Buosi
Eat, Pray, Wait by David Stevens
Night Acolyte by D.H. Hanni
Notes from the Underground by Michael Tuggle
Indian Giver by Claire Davon
The Ghost of Wellspring Cave by Adam Casalino
Paved in Good Intentions by D. Morgan Ballmer
The Skeleton Dance by William Jones
A Walk among the Ivy by Devin Miller
The Mountains & The Sea by Laura Glover
Waiting for Love, Waiting for War by Amy Jansen
In Which Reginald Is Reaquainted with an Old Friend by Joshua D. Moyes
Liner Notes for 'The Promise of Song' by Lindsey Duncan
Pebbles in the Sea by Grace Baker
Pictures from a Family Album Used as a Tarot Deck by Alison McBain
True Love's Kiss by Davyne Wellnitz
Following by David Schultz
Snow Apocalypse by Rachel Japs

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