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Kal’s September Update

Hey everyone.  Sorry for the long time without posting.  Life has been a bit… well, hectic doesn’t really do it justice.  I finished up a four month military course, knocked out a cross-country move, I’m acting as the executor for my father’s estate, and I’ve been trying to help a family member with severe mental health issues.

It’s been rough.  I’ve tried to sit down and write, even a blog post, and the words won’t come.  I try to post mostly positive things here, but most of my positive energy has been focused towards my family.

I hope to get back to writing here in the next week or so.  I’ve got several books that are basically done, minus some edits.  My goal is to get back on track, hopefully with stuff coming out early next month.  Thanks for reading and I’ll try to post here more often.

Steven Spriggs

My father passed away on Thursday.

Steven Spriggs passed away on May 2nd, 2019 while recovering from surgery.  He was sixty-eight years old.  Steven served thirty years in the military, as an officer and enlisted, active duty and reserve, in the Army and the Navy.  A father of four, he was preceded in death by his wife, Janis, who passed away in 2010.  He is survived by his four children: Jacob, Paula, Brooke, and Luke and one grandchild, Robert.

Steven was a complicated man.  He served in the military, he taught yoga as a certified yoga instructor, he rode a Harley, and drove a tractor on his farm.  He could give you his heart in one sentence and then dismiss your existence in the next.   He could be kind and generous at one moment and at another, the most miserable bastard in the world.   Steven grew up in an abusive family, dealt with PTSD from deployments, and in his final years he dealt with a chronic, painful condition as a result of injuries that eventually lead to his death.  He retired from the United States Army after thirty years of service, serving two tours in Vietnam, deploying in the Gulf War and again in Operation Iraqi Freedom.  He obtained two masters degrees, one in Plant Pathology and the other in National Defense.  He worked construction, taught JROTC, instructed yoga, worked his farm,  made beer and wine, and loved art and music.

A conservationist, Steven loved the outdoors.  He was an avid hiker, camper, snowboarder, fisherman, and hunter.   A Colorado native, he  passed away in the state not long after returning home.  Services will be held at Fort Logan Veterans Cemetery at a date to be determined.


A bunch of new books and Valor’s Duty is one of them, check it out

Conservative-Libertarian Fiction Alliance

With sirens wailing in the distance, the May Booknado tears across a darkened landscape. Unstoppable winds of improvement rip tired, old establishment fiction from the minds of readers, and fresh, new fiction rushes in to fill the void!

Don’t waste your precious leisure time reading crappy PC pap from Big Publishing. Titillate your brain with choice selections from this month’s vast array of new books and special discounts!


The Narrative by Deplora Boule
Read the shocking satirical look inside the elite media and the battle to control the truth!

Becoming Mia by Wendy Teller
Can Mia find the determination and strength to succeed on her own terms, even as 1960s culture tears itself apart and puts her friends and her family in danger?

I, Charles, from the Camps: A Novel by Joel D. Hirst
In this powerful story, a young Ugandan on a quest to survive his unfortunate…

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November Booknado!

My book, Prisoner of the Mind, is featured here, but you can find some other neat books, too!

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Just in time to help while away those hours of holiday leisure time, a flurry of fresh fiction blows into town! Let the gales of November shiver the dead leaves outside, while you cozy up indoors with a great new read!

As always, click on any book cover image to read more and shop.


MAGA 2020 & Beyond (anthology) by multiple authors, forward by Milo Yiannopoulos
Making America great again, one short story at a time.

Streets of New York City by Leo Champion
In a near-future dystopia, Jeff Hammer, airborne mercenary turned tenement guard, starts a free-market revolution.

Minds of Men by Kacey Ezell
Evelyn Adamsen grew up knowing she had to hide her psychic abilities. Then the U.S. Army Air Corps came calling.

Calexit – The Anthology by multiple authors, edited by Stephanie Martin
When California declares independence, their dreams of socialist diversity become nightmares for…

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Prisoner of the Mind: Snippet One

Here is the first chapter of Prisoner of the Mind, coming to Amazon on 28 October!

Chapter 1


The real tragedy is not just what they did to me and the others.  The tragedy is that they never had one moment of hesitation or even one heartbeat of remorse.

–Memoirs of Shaden Mira

The specific genes related to psychics cause brain cells to begin producing certain proteins.  These extremely complex proteins allow the human brain to entangle quantum particles.  The brain becomes capable of creating a quantum wave function by manipulating those particles.  This wave function manifests most often as a localized kinetic energy release.

–Dr. Jonathan Halving, Project Archon Notes.


Shaden froze at the sound of a foot scuffle and then he shook his head.

What’s wrong with me?  What would they say at the Academy?  Shaden frightened of the dark?  Some kind of soldier I turned out to be.

His years at the Centauri Military Academy came back to him in a rush, the tough classes, the long hours of study, the glory of piloting.  He felt again the pride of wearing a uniform for the Amalgamated Worlds Military.  Those thoughts triggered a rush of memories.  Shaden examined every one of them.  They almost felt new.  He knew them, for he’d lived them, but his memories felt strange.  Every memory seemed jagged and sharp, and the more he thought on the past, the more distant it seemed.

And worse of all, they didn’t explain how he came to be here.

He had wandered the cold, empty concrete corridors for what seemed like hours since he had awakened on the damp floor.  The passages echoed on forever, empty and dark.  Scattered lights spaced along the ceilings provided only basic illumination and cast long shadows along walls and floors.

Shaden had no resources to call upon.  He wore a gray sweatshirt and sweat pants. The pockets did not hold his wallet or phone.  He had no idea where his watch or academy ring might have disappeared.  Despite the chill air, he sweated heavily as he tried to find an exit.

And then there was the old man…

Unlike his other memories, those of the old man were without context.  He didn’t remember where he’d seen him.  It could have been in a dream, on the street, in a class.  There was no sense of time to the memory, no tie to his past.  The old man’s face and words were blurred, his face just a haze.  Even so, his conversation seemed the most real.  The man had warned him that he would soon be a prisoner…

He shook his head.  Perhaps it was a dream, he thought, or perhaps this is one.

Again came a footstep behind him, followed by a rustle of clothing.  Shaden deliberately ignored the noise and sighed.  He refused to give into his fears and jump at shadows.  He crouched and his fingers absently traced out letters in the dampness on the floor.


Who was John?


 Doctor Johnathan Halving had spent millions in dollars, dozens of lives, and countless hours of his time on Project Archon.  It was his passion, his one love, and every bit of his focus went to turning normal psychics into powerful psionic weapons.

After the work of thousands of hours, Halving eagerly awaited the sum total of all that effort, ready to be played out on hundreds of monitors and screens, arrayed throughout his training facility as the two products of all his labor culminated in a final experiment.

Halving moved to stand where he could watch those screens.  He was a tall man, with dark hair, a strong jaw, and tan skin.  He smiled as he watched one of the screens, showing white, even teeth.  A series of scars ran down across one side of his face, faded and old to the point that only an observant person might notice them.

“Our two most promising subjects from the Archon Experiment,” a woman’s voice spoke from behind him.  “Let us hope these two don’t kill each other, Doctor Halving.”  Her voice was cold and emotionless, more like that of an automated recording than that of a human.

Halving didn’t turn around.  He recognized her voice… and her penchant for startling those who worked for her.  He just gave a snort, “If they start using their abilities, I wouldn’t care if they destroyed half the complex, Colonel.”  He wrinkled his nose at the harsh scent of cheap government coffee.  He’d rather do without than drink that swill, but evidently Colonel Givens felt otherwise.

The midnight black uniform of an Amalgamated Worlds Security Branch looked sharp on the Colonel as she moved up to stand beside him.  She had blonde hair and dark brown eyes, a pale complexion, and a narrow, long face.  Her uniform had the epaulets of security, and her shoulder patch had three white letters on a red background: ESP.  “You don’t seem particularly attached to the subjects, considering…”

“Considering I’m ‘one’ of them?” Jonathan Halving chuckled.  “I’ve proven my loyalty to Amalgamated Worlds.  I’ve hunted ‘my own kind’ for long enough that I have no feeling of attachment to them.  These two aren’t even human, really, not after what we’ve done to them.”  The Bureau of ESP Security would never have allowed him his freedom if he’d shown the slightest compassion to his fellow psychics. If he felt anything for these two, he must admit, he felt curiosity and interest in their potential and what their potential might fund in future experimentation.

“They were human though.” Colonel Givens said.  Her voice went soft, “Some of them even volunteered.”  He didn’t fall for her tone, however.  She wouldn’t be the first of his watchdogs to try to pretend sympathy to their enemy to lure him into saying something damning.

Doctor Halving chuckled, “You almost sound like a sympathizer and you’re supposed to be my watchdog.”  He shook his head.  “Volunteer or conscripted, none of them are really human.  We removed their memories and cut away their pasts.  We programmed them to be what we want them to be.  They’re weapons and tools now, nothing more.  They couldn’t be anything else, even if we wanted them to be.”

Colonel Givens nodded, her voice solemn and professional once more, “And we don’t want them to be human.  We want them to be far more than that.”


Some part of Shaden wanted to focus on the questions, on why he felt so odd, so disconnected.  Yet it was too hard to focus.  He almost felt like he was a passenger in his own body… possibly in his mind.  He fought that feeling, pausing and putting out a hand to the cool concrete wall.  This was real.  This was solid.

A hand came down on his shoulder.  Shaden spun around.  He shook off the stranger’s hold and took up a defensive stance.  He felt a moment of shock at the speed of his reaction and at how he barely restrained an attack.  The effort left him tense and his hands trembled.

It was only a young woman and Shaden felt some of his tension ease.  “What do you want?” He asked.  Shaden’s eyes flickered over the woman and he noted that she wore similar clothing.  Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her dark eyes were wide, the whites clearly visible in the light from the ceiling.

She answered him unexpectedly: she kicked him in the forehead.

Shaden stumbled backwards.  His attacker pummeled him with blow after blow.  His back thumped against the cement wall and the girl’s foot connected with his head again.  The universe exploded.

Shaden shook his head.  He had fallen to his hands and knees.  He turned his face towards his attacker, too stunned to do more than wonder why she hurt him.

He saw her come at him again and Shaden pushed himself to his knees.  Something inside him warned that she would not stop… not until he was dead.  He felt a sense of pressure build up inside and his back arched and his muscles clenched.  As her fist came towards his face, time seemed to slow.  He couldn’t move his body, but something inside him reached out and pushed.


Jonathan Halving cursed as the camera and sensor feeds went out.

A heartbeat later, the ground trembled slightly.  A light curtain of dust rained from the ceiling.  He smiled slightly in satisfaction and then opened an intercom to his waiting reaction team, “It appears one—” the ground trembled again “—or both, of the subjects is a success.  Retrieve them both, alive if possible.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alive, if possible?” Colonel Givens arctic voice asked.

The Halving turned to face her.  He shrugged slightly and his smile didn’t waver at the cold disapproval in her face.  “My personnel are trained veterans.  They’re too valuable to throw away if our… precautions don’t allow them to take down the subjects without a fight.”

“The government has spent an awful lot of money on both of those subjects,” Colonel Givens said.   “If you terminate either of them prematurely, the significant waste of resources will not go unnoticed.”

Halving shrugged, “Not a waste.  What we’ve learned on these two –and the previous failures– will allow us to refine our experiment.  If my men have to use terminal force, then replacing the subjects will be more procedural than experimental.”  Doctor Halving cocked his head, “And of course, I have no doubt that you have plenty more potential ‘volunteers’ in one of the internment camps in San Antonio.”

Colonel Givens scowled, but before she could retort, a voice from the intercom spoke.  “Sir, we’ve subdued both subjects.  We’re bringing them up now.”

“Excellent.  Good job, Misha,” Halving said.  He cocked his head at the Colonel, “See, our disagreement was moot.” When she just gave him a glare he shrugged and spoke into the intercom at Misha, “Any guesses as to the abilities produced?”

His subordinate didn’t answer for a moment, when she did, her voice was thoughtful, “There’s heavy structural damage to this portion of the labs.  I’d estimate macro psychokinesis from the damage.  Cyrus was able to subdue both subjects.  Angel says she saw the female manifest electrokinesis.”

The program director nodded to himself, “Very good.  Bring them up to the restraint chambers.   Good job, Misha, as always.”

“Thank you, sir.”  Her voice was as professional.  Then again, she’d never been one to let her emotions get the better of her.

“Done patting yourself on the back?” Colonel Givens said.  Despite her facial control, Jonathan Halving noted that some of her own enthusiasm and satisfaction showed through.  She had just as much time invested in Project Archon as he did, though without the years of prior research.  For that matter, she only saw the output of Project Archon and not the greater benefits.  So short sighted, Jonathan Halving thought, as all my government handlers have been, then again, perhaps that is for the best.

“I’ll congratulate myself when the job is done,” Halving answered.  “There is still extensive laboratory research and testing to be done.  We don’t know if their mental programming held.  We don’t know if their minds snapped under the pressures we put them under, like with the subjects of Project Kraken”  Halving snorted, “For all I know, they just burned themselves out and we’ll have a couple of lobotomized chimps.”  He saw a flash of concern cross the Colonel’s face and he noted it for later consideration.  “In any case, once we’ve had a chance to study the data we’ve obtained and then compare it to their quiescent state, I’ll be able to tell more.”

“I’ll await your analysis,” Colonel Givens answered.



Here are some new and discounted books that my readers may enjoy. Ghost Star is features on their list, as well, please give them a look!

Conservative-Libertarian Fiction Alliance

Time for the September 2017 edition of the CLFA Booknado! Check out this month’s list of refreshing new reads and discounted books!  As always, click on the book cover image to read more and shop.


Prodigal by L. R. Stahlberg
Marc Rinaldi thought he’d gotten out. He’d escaped a life of murder and extortion, devoting his skills to fight for his country. But his past wasn’t done with him yet.

Childers by Richard F. Weyand
She escaped from the slums of Earth and rose through the ranks of the CSF to lead the largest space fleet in history — against Earth itself.

Ghost Star (The Shadow Space Chronicles Book 6) by Kal Spriggs
A naval officer goes renegade to try to find the woman he loves.

Good to the Last Drop (Love at First Bite Book 4) by Declan Finn
The final war is about to begin, as…

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Coming Soon: Valor’s Child

Valor’s Child by Kal Spriggs

Life isn’t fair.

Jiden’s parents barely scrape out a living on the dry, dusty world of Century. Jiden wants more for herself and she is ready to step into a bright future, one which may lead her far from the frontier world of her birth.

She’s just got one obstacle: five months of military school. She’ll be away from her friends, subjected to long hours and a crushing work load. Yet as the challenges mount, she finds that there may be more to life besides comfort and security… things like duty and service.

Valor’s Child will be coming on 30 June.

The Century Military Academy is Open For Enrollment

We want you! Sign up today for the Century Military Academy!

What is the Century Military Academy, you might ask? It’s the new and improved way to get information, snippets, previews, and exclusive access to book giveaways.

I’ll  update it weekly with what’s happening, where to find me for conventions, and for those who sign up,  I’ll have a free short story: The Cost of Valor.

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New books! Kindle deals! It’s the January CLFA Booknado!

Here’s a bunch of new and discounted books that might appeal.

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booknado-grfx-600wideStale, formulaic, establishment fiction cannot resist this gale-force gust of alternative storytelling. Why let Big Publishing’s cabal of easily-triggered Brooklynites decide what you get to read? Decide for yourself!

Don’t let cabin fever set in – open your mind and entertain your intellect with some fresh selections from this month’s CLFA Booknado!

New Releases

Freedom’s Light: Short Stories
The first-ever CLFA-endorsed anthology of short fiction!  Enjoy a variety of tales in assorted genres from CLFA members and supporters!

Forbidden Thoughts
This is the month for anthologies! Savor a witty intro by the great Milo Yiannopoulos and enjoy popular authors including John C. WrightL. Jagi LamplighterNick ColeLarry CorrieaBrad TorgersenBrian NiemierSarah Hoyt, and Vox Day.

Set to Kill: A Sean AP Ryan Novel (Convention Killings Book 2) by Declan Finn
Sean AP Ryan thought he was doing security for a science fiction convention…

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The Prodigal Emperor Audiobook

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The Prodigal Emperor, Book III of the Shadow Space Chronicles

The Prodigal Emperor, Book III of The Shadow Space Chronicles, is now available as an audiobook!

You can find it on Amazon or on Audible.

Baron Lucius Giovanni has done the impossible: not only has he held the alien Chxor at bay, he has taken the fight to them and liberated human worlds. Yet humanity’s implacable foe has drawn a line in the sand. They will hold Nova Roma at all costs…or see it a scorched ruin.

Lucius must aid Nova Roma’s Emperor and liberate his homeworld, but along the way he must also deal with old and new adversaries and with a conspiracy that seeks to usurp control of his fleet.

Like The Shattered Empire, the third book of the series is narrated by the talented Eric Dove.  Check out his other stuff, he does a fantastic job.