Author has written 26 stories for Code Geass, Death Note, Borgias, A song of Ice and Fire, Dragon Age, Star Wars, and Elder Scroll series.
Postgrad medievalist at St. Hugh's College, Oxford, working on Mediterranean encounters and mapmaking in the late fifteenth century.
A Light Shining in Darkness (Dragon Age)
Led out of the Fade by Andraste herself, Bethany Hawke knows she has been chosen to fix the world. But as an army of the faithful rises around her, the Inquisition's enemies arm themselves to test her principles. And in this age of digital information, full-scale thaumic war becomes likelier than ever before ...
Assorted plot-bunnies (Take one, if you want to! Just remember to tell me about it so I can read it :3)
Hearts and Minds (Mass Effect)
No real plan for this. But I know I want to write something about Rolan Quarn, the smoothest turian con artist ever.
Business or Pleasure (A Song of Ice and Fire)
The Lannister twins' journey home to their father's funeral is interrupted when they are stranded at the airport by a sudden blizzard. Finding themselves in a waiting area with a lot of familiar faces, all hell is going to break loose as Cersei plays the Game of Power Sockets and Jaime tries to rekindle his twin's feelings for him.
Last of the Tribunes (The Borgias)
A sequel to my oneshot "Born in the Wrong Century" based on Richard Wagner's Rienzi, Last of the Tribunes. When Pope Alexander is suddenly assassinated at the opening of the General Council he had promised to convene, Cesare and Lucrezia can finally reunite. But the crisis goes on, and the leaders of S.Forza still plot, and as the siblings have to fight for themselves, for their child and for Rome, they bite off more than they can chew. Father almighty, look down upon us and do not destroy the work that stands in your honour.
Staff Company "Prometheus" (Mass Effect)
The decision had been made spontaneously, over dinner in the perpetually stuffy cantine of the Mars Archives. A dozen scientists from as many disciplines seated around a sterile table, eating in silence, when out of a sudden the Linguist had spoken up. "We are wasting our time," he had declared. "Every day we spend here in our ivory towers, human soldiers die on Shanxi because we do not understand the aliens. What's the point in scraping at the remains of an ancient race when we can just as well study the aliens before our eyes? I say we take a ship and make our own First Contact."