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Kris Schnee

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Clash of Bones by KSchnee, literature

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Clash of Bones

"Wake up, Lord Bonefire! They brought a monster too!" Lord Ignarius Bonefire rose from his cot and donned his stark black-and-white robe and frightening mask. He peered through it at the skittish messenger who'd barged into the tent. "Do not disturb my slumber again." "Sorry, sir!" He went out. It wasn't quite dawn yet. The army of Grand Topaz was awake and cooking a hasty breakfast. The human and kobold troops kept away from Bonefire's black tent and especially from the giant pile of bones beside it. "May as well get started," he said, and yawned as he approached the stack. He held out his hands and chanted in the Nether Tongue, causing his fingers to shine with purple-white flame that he cast forth like a chain to wrap around his raw material. The bones clattered and twitched. They rose from their dreamless sleep into a monstrosity: man-crushing clawed feet, jaws bearing teeth like scimitars, and a long spine crested with spikes. "Pierce the veil of the Great Beyond, and obey!"

Fox's First Steps by KSchnee, literature

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Fox's First Steps

Reo paced in the company's room of steaming vats. Tanks of mulberry fiber and hibiscus root bubbled in smelly lye, stirred by his aunt while a cousin brought more wood in. "You don't need that silly magic wand," his aunt said, watching Reo fool with a chemical testing strip. "The old recipe still works." Reo said, "We need to be better, if we're not going to buy the mechanical rollers to make paper the new way. I had to buy this acid-sensing tool myself." "You spend all your money on the gadgets. Where's this one from, France?" "Someplace called Belgium." "Away with your widgets. You've been fretting all day anyhow." Reo walked out, sighing. Snow blew through the streets and across pagoda roofs. In the distance a train huffed along a metal scar that had replaced centuries-old homes and shrines. He needed a drink. But when he got to his favorite shop, he'd hardly sat down on the straw mats with a cup of sake and a book when one of his friends, Haru, arrived. "Makoto got locked

Training Ground by KSchnee, literature

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Training Ground

Jules had been wanting to run off and join the rebels, but his family forbade it. "You'll do more good keeping people fed," they said, making him keep his head down and harvest the last autumn squash. Light snow had begun to fall. And on the day after market day, when a man in a warm cloak came from Pyre City, Jules tried to come away with him to help drive the invaders out. "If you're that set on helping," the man told him quietly, "get us knives from Bernal. Something we can use as-is, or tie to a pole." Jules had an excuse to do that. Bernal was a forge town to the south, opposite Pyre City, so he'd be farther from danger than here in the city's hinterland. He worked hard for the next few days to pick gourds, then talked his parents into letting him take the family's plow donkey on a trading trip. He could sell a little produce and the candles his family also made... and spend the few silver coins that the rebel agent had trusted him with, showing him how to sew them into a pack

Welcome To Annex by KSchnee, literature

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Welcome To Annex

"Everybody had your tetanus shots?" asked Clyde, checking the batteries on his hat-mounted camera. Ada was busy handing out snacks and canteens from her coat pockets and checking the questionably-legal gear in her pack, like a pair of bolt cutters. "I'll just avoid getting stabbed." Wyatt had the most gadgets, in the hopes of making a 3D model of the Old Seaboard Library by walking through it. His backpack had a wooden-dowel mast with a camera dome shooting infrared light in all directions. "This'll be a great project." The library was half a mile from the shore, and its district wasn't fashionable these days. So at dusk on an autumn night, few people would see or care when the college freshmen snuck into the place to explore. Wyatt had been the one to examine the lock on an earlier trip. It was still there, a cheap old model. He took out a gun-like device and had it open in a minute. "It's really that worthless?" said Clyde. "Against someone who knows how and has the right

The Dragon Pass by KSchnee, literature

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The Dragon Pass

Exploring the Bitter Peaks was probably a futile job, but Harold was at least getting paid for his shivering. He'd already gone up the slopes past where he'd once tended sheep as a kid. The two hunters escorting him grumbled at being this far up, searching empty and steep terrain "for nothing". "Just one good route could make us rich," Harold said. He continued toward the setting sun. But the north mountains were the same unbroken wall he'd stared at all his life. When they weren't obscured by fog, that is. It rolled in swiftly, bringing the cold and damp that made autumn the sickly season. "You don't have any magic, do you?" asked one of the hirelings. "Me? No." "Fire's not going to burn if you don't start now." Reluctantly Harold agreed to halt for the night. The three put down their heavy packs to make camp. Once the fire was going, burning a hole in the mist, Harold felt confined by its circle of warmth. This was day three of the second survey trip. He was counting on being

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Clash of Bones by KSchnee, literature

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2036: The Creed by KSchnee, literature

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2036: The Creed

Elias sat in a simple office of pine furniture, wanting to hide behind the big desk. The part of his job that he dismissed as kooky, a longshot project for the nerds in charge, had _worked_. Now, his entire job had changed, and being the CEO didn't make him feel qualified. Reluctantly, he pushed a button to unlock his office door and said, "Come in." A man strode in wearing a seersucker suit, striped and slightly rumpled-looking by design. He was built like a scarecrow and had a thick brow giving him a permanent scowling look despite his smile. "Thanks for seeing me on short notice, Mister Crozier." They shook hands. "Elias is fine." "Call me Jack, then. As our office hopefully told you, I'm from the Department of Business." "Have a seat." Elias offered him a bottle of cold water from the cooler behind him; the weather was brutally hot for fall. "I have to tell you, our latest news surprised even me." Jack sat and drank. On the desk sat 3D printed toys like a griffin and a

The Tyranny of Pants by KSchnee, literature

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The Tyranny of Pants

Michelle had endured a week of physical therapy and still didn't know how to use all these limbs. She walked through the clinic, putting one pair of paws in front of the other and trying not to bang her tail into anything. She was hardly unique. Millions of people worldwide had been affected by the meteor trailing what people called "pixie dust" across a ragged strip of the planet. The changes had unwillingly turned most of them part-animal, and over a hundred thousand were like her: centauroids. Her long lower body had luxurious black fur with twin telltale white stripes that ran all the way up her upper back and down that big bushy tail. Nurse Cramer spotted her in the hall. The portly woman in scrubs said, "Today's the big day! Want to practice some more before you're released? Gym's free." Michelle waffled, tail swinging back and forth, but she said, "Sure. I get less frustrated each time I go." The clinic's obstacle course had been a terror at first, when she barely knew how

The Transformation Trainee by KSchnee, literature

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The Transformation Trainee

Ryl had forgotten his original name at this point, and he had no patience for the mysterious masked figure standing before him. "You're claiming I got hit by a truck." The masked man's whole body was hidden under his cloak and gloves. The chilly room of golden tiles felt otherworldly, walled only in shadows and a hint of stars. In a ringing voice he said, "Yes, and with that your life on Earth is at an end. But I have good news: you can be reborn into another world that needs heroes! Select one of these personas to begin your quest!" He held out a scroll that listed a set of characters. People that Ryl could transform into, apparently, to begin living in another world. The options included an elf princess, a clockwork plant-zombie thing, a generic peasant farmer, an impressively busty fox girl, and a wisecracking dog. Ryl wasn't impressed. "No. Send me back." "I can't. You're dead." "Bull. Look at me. Do you think this is my first rodeo?" Ryl was covered in swirling mystic

2039: Cat's Paw by KSchnee, literature

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2039: Cat's Paw

In a sense, things were back to normal after the explosion. Stan Cooper, young handyman, surveyed what was left of his workplace after the terrible day of the Exposition. The Fun Zone building still held tight to the Libertaria Platform, a major district of the ocean colony. The restaurant and VR pods were open again and drawing in customers. The colony's engineers had concluded that the hole in the basement didn't threaten the overall structure. For the moment the damage had been patched only with some lumber Stan had helped with, and that neither re-opened the uploading clinic nor brought back the victims. Stan Cooper had been basically a serf in '38, trusted with little more than cooking. The Game had drawn him way out here to the Cuban coastline, where he rapidly became assistant manager of the Fun Zone. The castle-like building was a mix of the mundane -- cheap pizza -- and all that Thousand Tales offered. So he looked upon it now with dented pride, because he'd done an honestly

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Preview: Thousand Tales by KSchnee, literature

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Preview: Thousand Tales

2036: The Early Adopters* I. *Paul had convinced the shelter's owners to tear down a wall, so that patrons could see from the musty cafeteria out to the desert city. He scooped globs of macaroni for a line of homeless people who wouldn't meet his eyes or look toward the sunny patio."They know we're stuck here," said the weatherbeaten man serving beans next to him. The man shouldn't have been working today, what with the liquor on his breath, but he'd muttered about parole conditions.Paul snapped out of a daydream about building castles and armor. "It's not so bad." He always tried to give the customers an encouraging smile with their meals...

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About KSchnee

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June 2
United States
Deviant for 17 years
www.amazon.com/Kris-Schnee/e/B00IY1HDDY/

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I'm an independent writer, trying to break into real commercial success. Check out my books on Amazon including "Crafter's Passion" and "The Digital Coyote".

I write science fiction and fantasy, with a lot of interest in robots, AI, transhumanism and transformation, with some silliness. I most want to write upbeat, pro-freedom stories without being preachy or straying too far from real science. Lately I've also written for the "LitRPG" or "GameLit" genre, which involves game-like elements and virtual reality.

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KSchnee

Jul 17, 2024

New Novel: Rising World: Capital

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May 27, 2023

May Update: Shaper of Isles, Cover Art

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Nov 7, 2022

New Release: The Rising World Company

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alexwarlorn

May 28, 2026

Happy birthday!

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May 3, 2026

Free Drabble Request for birthdays in May. 0) you

TerranAscension

Mar 10, 2026

Hi there Kris, having read Virtual Horizons and some of the audiobooks of Crafters Passion and Digital Coyote, I just wanted to say that I really found myself enjoying the world you created and the positive cyberpunk vision you created. I really would love to see more of this and of the world you created. Do you have more planned for that setting or are you done with it? I found the books through the World of Dragons podcast and while it wasn't my usual bread and butter, I couldn't be helped but find myself intrigued by the story and setting. Certainly a much more positive world than others of the genre. Between this and Ready Player 1, this is certainly better than RP1 by a huge margin.

lobaapexlegendsmain

Mar 31, 2021

Hey Kris! Stumbled across your profile and wanted to ask for a request! Or, do you only do commissions? I'm kinda poor...

lobaapexlegendsmain

Mar 31, 2021

But! The character I would really want you to write about is my OC Voidwalker. He is a gryphon, once a human, who tortured himself with his discovery of Interdimensional Travel. Once he landed in his persued destination, letting out a breath that he hadn't gone insane, he was cursed to become a gryphon by a traitor that he trusted. Now he walks with the voices of the people he had left without a word behind, crying and torturing him with their misery.

His appearance as a human is a white space-casual suit that he had made to not be pulled apart by the gravity of the dimensions, and to look casual once he reaches inside a dimension. Blonde hair, and a scarred face, with worry lines and dark bags under his eyes from hours of sleepless travel. But his gryphon form is different, scarred and ripped scales and dried tears on his beak. Bloodied eyes and a broken mind. Black feathers and fur coat him . If you ever do this, here's a backstory. If you do, I'll be delighted to see how you pull it off. Thanks!

KSchnee

Mar 31, 2021

Hello, and thanks for thinking of me. I generally only do commissions rather than requests. This one... Well, I'm not in a great mood lately, and am not eager to write something depressing. So I'm probably not the best person to write this one. Thanks though!

lobaapexlegendsmain

Apr 1, 2021

Yeah sure! Can you recommend someone that could do it though?

thomas-fan-collector

Jun 22, 2019

Hey there, Kris, my name is Ryan and can I ask you a question.