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In June night falls late but the voices crowd where the shadows cast. An American in London selling smut. A lady’s maid who works at night and bears a secret. A man who waits while hoping to find something he doesn’t have a name for.

Those voices are the closest, the ghosts who creep in the closest shadows. Behind them a legion awaits. A man who attempts to preserve an abandoned New York. A psychiatrist confronted by the evidence of a god machine. A woman resurrected a hundred thousand years after her presumed death. A woman who can not die. And many more.

The voices stretch into the short nights. Writers create characters, they craft stories. I exorcize them from my brain, like a sculptor who discovers a statue within the marble. I simply document what already exists.

And drink, I do that too. That might not help with the voices.


Leto Armitage, June 2022


The door to Leto's quarters. You can see his face through the round ship's window.

Leto Armitage was born in America under a set of circumstances that prophesied that he would one day unite the lost tribes and return the Ever Summer. Somewhere around twelve, he realized he had been left unsupervised and binged too many Arthurian movies in his formative years and that he was just another kid who accidentally got an education while reading above his age level.

By the time he turned old enough to get a passport, he started finding excuses to travel determined to find out what culture, food and women there were to experience. After learning to grill in Oaxaca, do kinbaku in Japan, and being banned from several former Soviet block countries, he returned home to settle down and see what damage he could do locally.

After working jobs including being a short order cook, bodyguarding strippers and professionally doing reader’s advisory for erotica he realized the most reasonable path forward was to become a writer. Today he lives with cats, dogs, and humans who seem to like him despite actually knowing him. He prefers to sit on his back deck, listening to the birds and Barry the Bumblebear bee, while he writes cozy, uplit romance and raunchy erotica.


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