Dream Sector

Yes, I write science fiction, too! Have been, for many years. I’ve published short fiction in a number of magazines, and it’s been included in a number of anthologies, including Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Sword & Sworceress series.

I’ve also written a couple of novels. Here’s my most recent, Dream Sector. I started using the pen name, Mac Braxton, to distinguish my current SF&F (science fiction and fantasy, to the non-cognoscenti) career from my art career. Where’d I get the name? My grandfather was Braxton McCulley. You can figure it out.

You can get my book on Amazon. And read about my upcoming book, Dogs of Spring, on my Mac Braxton blog. (Which might be moving to Substack, if I get around to it.)

Here’s a short sample:

Fourteen seemed too young to be drafted into the Freedomer Corps, but R'ghin could do nothing about it. He yanked on his rompers, zipped them up and locked his helmet. The visor flashed a test pattern; a brief, uncomfortable pulse squeezed his body as the rompers went through its self-test.

The simcomp thrust him and the seven boys into a dirtside village.

A mob of maddened Downsiders spat and jeered. A barrage of garbage splattered into the squad; a reek gathered in R'ghin's nose. The boys went wild, launching themselves into the mob with stunsticks swinging.

All except R'ghin. He stood slack-jawed, baffled. He was baffled not by the sudden switch to virtual reality, because he had been through that many times now, but by the Downsiders. Real Downsiders don't act like that. He knew Downsiders; Franklyn, his best friend, was one.

Something cracked against his skull. Responding as he had been trained to do, he whirled about, facing a Downsider who swung again. R'ghin dropped. His rompers locked up, immobilizing him — he was a kill.

The other boys dropped, too.

Okay, now go get the book!