Craig P. Miller - Tall Tales

Just a quick note updating  the Print On Demand editions of 'Patty's Flight' and 'Patty's War'. I am expecting proof copies for 'Patty's War' to land very soon. I made a few corrections to 'Patty's Flight' and have resubmitted. I expect to be able to order proof copies this weekend. Stay Safe. :-)

An Announcement It is with great pleasure and more than a little humility and trepidation I can announce the publication of 'Patty's Flight' and 'Patty's War'. De Vinci said, apparently, 'Art is never finished, only abandoned'. While I'm not declaring my work as 'art', it was very difficult to 'finish' the piece and publish it. Patty's Flight Patty's War I am pleased with how the story unfolded - though it took me considerable time before I actually 'found' the part of the story that was missing. I hope you enjoy them.

I'm getting quite excited about finishing 'Patty's Flight' & 'Patty's War'. After working so long on the project it is almost a shock to discover that the writing is complete - or as complete as I can currently make it. :-)   Thanks Tina Shaw for all your hard work too. Dean Reynolds   has been working hard - when he has time - on the covers and has done  - is doing - a great job. Mock up of 'Party's Flight' cover Mock up of 'Patty's War' cover.  Still not quite sure if I should be just 'Craig Miller' or 'Craig P. Miller'. And I think I need a teasing tagline for 'Patty's Flight'. 'Adventure in the High Frontier' ?  'A clean pair of heels can only take you so far.' 'Only Murphy's Law can stop her.' 'In a crisis, family comes first - even if it is your annoying kid brother.' 'In space, all you can hear is your annoying kid b...

This tale is called 'JOINT INQUISITION INTO SMALL MIRACLES' and was inspired by this image: JOINT INQUISITION INTO SMALL MIRACLES RE: OLOG-2054791 by Craig P. Miller Cardinal Saul Boniface, emissary from the Holy Father and Inquisitor of the Light, sweated under his blonde wig and the green and blue Mexican wrestler's mask. Standing for an hour outside in the raging sun did not help either, waiting in a queue with hundreds of others, hoping to witness a miracle. He stank; his sweat mingled with road dirt, dog, and all the rustic aromas that peasants brought with them, but he was sure no one in this roach-infested fleapit of a restaurant would notice, except for Grand Vizier Hamza Hakim, standing beside him. The sharp-eyed inquisitor from the Nacitav, the Black Vatican, would know. Nothing escaped his powers of observation. Grand Vizier Hakim seemed to be enjoying the festival atmosphere, laughing and joking with those around them. Saul felt his gut clench. Work...