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Sean is co-founder of the Collective Inkwell and Realm & Sands imprints, speaker, and author, with breakout indie hits such as Yesterday’s Gone, WhiteSpace, Unicorn Western and The Beam, as well as traditionally published titles Z 2134 and Monstrous. Follow him on Twitter @seanplatt

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Hey there Outlaw!

So sorry about the comments. Outlaws who left them last week got swallowed in a theme that doesn’t support them.



No, it doesn’t. Oh well, I’ll get it fixed. But in the meantime I love the theme for a lot of what we’re doing. We’ll have pages for all of our books, and things will be easy to find and generally awesome.

Maybe the comment thing is good because it will nudge us into a better solution.

We’ve made a permanent page for Caveman Timecop. This week’s installment is below. If you’ve missed any of the story, click below to start from the beginning.

Start Caveman Timecop here!

Fat Vampire 5 next week, then your first tease of Unicorn Genesis.

Thanks for reading!

NOW: This Week’s Caveman Timecop!

Reed had been working in the Planck Squad, as a timecop, for over two years. He’d made over a hundred temporal incursions, and had only failed in his mission twice — and one of those times was due to bad intel, placing the time robber several years earlier than Reed had been deposited. He’d had to kill in the line of duty. He’d repeatedly stared into eternity’s eye. He was considered the best, and looked easily like the strongest and fastest. Yet as Osterman shuffled him toward the Chamber for his newest mission, Reed found himself wanting to dig his heels in and resist.

But because he was a professional, he let the white-haired, crazy eyed professor steer him into the Travel Chamber. His heart beat hard in his chest as his mind split down the middle. The professor was sending him back beyond the 300-year maximum. That chilled Reed to the core. It chilled him because of what he’d learned in training (that small changes magnified over time in the so-called Butterfly Effect, and that 300 years’ worth of “time resonance” was about all the universe could handle before its various alternate realities shook apart at the seams) and it chilled him because the department apparently thought current circumstances were dire enough to send him back further anyway. It seemed like a classic “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” scenario.

Osterman was about to close the sliding metal door and seal Reed inside the Chamber when the timecop held up a hand to stop him.


“You haven’t told me my mission.”

Osterman looked confused. “The Token will tell you your missions as you go. Same as always.”

“But this is a special mission. Shouldn’t I be briefed?”

Osterman shook his head. “It’s because of this mission’s nature that I can’t tell you more,. More time means more resonance. You’re on a need-to-know basis. Remember when James was over-briefed? We lost The Beam. Do you remember The Beam?”

Reed did, unlike anyone who hadn’t been under the Token’s protection when James’s ripple had hit. The Beam had been so much better than AOLnet. Nowadays his handheld blipped constantly with spammy instant messages from trolling pedophiles, and even his girlfriend thought it was the way things had always been.

“Fine. But …”

Osterman shook his head. “Time is wasting,” he said.

Alex choked down his fear. He nodded.

Osterman closed the door. Almost instantly, Reed heard the hum and felt the familiar sensation — as if the Chamber were floating down a rapid river. He felt bumps — places where time had been warped by incursions — and tried to count them. Were there more lately? Or was this ride lasting much longer than he’d grown used to?

Reed started to become nervous, then afraid. In the small Chamber’s isolation, feeling as if it were laying on its side and floating despite the downward gravity, he edged dangerously close to panic. Reed was a professional. One hundred plus missions. On-duty kills. He was well-trained, with ice in his blood and nerves of adamantium.

Still it went on. Bumps. And bumps. And bumps.

Just as Reed’s nerve was starting to crack, the Chamber shuddered to a stop with the feeling of striking a reef. He felt his momentum wanting to jerk him into the thing’s sides, but it was a time trick — a false sensation inside his mind.

The light above the door turned green.

Reed put his hand to his concealed gun, breathing deeply. The loose, one-piece, tan garment Osterman had dressed him in hid it well, but gave Reed no advance clue as to his entered timeframe.

The Chamber’s door opened. There were no people around, of course, because the Chamber’s map always landed it out of sight, then raised its camouflage. But Reed smelled sulfur. Tasted acid in the air. Saw no signs of civilization, and strange plants as foreign as an alien language.

Ten minutes after walking away from the Chamber, knowing the Token beside his gun would help him find it later, Reed found himself staring up at the enormous form of a brontosaurus.