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"Feeling Theocidal", Book One of 'The Thrice Cursed Godly Glories', and "The War of the Apocalyptics", the opening entry in the Launch 1980 story cycle, should both be available at your favourite book stops

If they're not, please direct local librarians and neighbourhood booksellers to www.phantacea.com in order to start rectifying that sad situation. Either that or, if you're feeling even more proactive, click here, copy the link, paste it into an email and send it to them, along with everyone else you reckon could use a double dose of anheroic fantasy. It will certainly be appreciated.

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Individual copies of "Feeling Theocidal" and "The War of the Apocalyptics" can be ordered from amazon.com and its affiliates, including amazon.ca and amazon.co.uk, as well as from Barnes & Noble. Libraries, bookstores and bookseller collectives can place bulk orders through Ingram Books, Ingram International, Baker & Taylor, and a large number of other distributors worldwide.

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Another interesting option for the curious is Chegg, which has a rent-a-book program. Thus far its search engine shows no results for phantacea (any style or permutation thereof) but it does recognize Jim McPherson (a variety of them) and the titles of the novels.

As for the Whole Earth (other than the Hidden Continent of Sedon's Head, at least as far as I can say), well, this page contains a list of a few other websites where you can probably order the novels in a variety of currencies and with credit cards.

Of course you can always email or send me your order(s) via surface mail. No matter where you live or what currency you prefer to use, I'll figure out a way to fill your order(s) myself. Just be aware that I can only accept certified cheques or money orders. Plus, I'll have to charge an additional 15% to cover Canadian and provincial goods and sales taxes as well as Canada Post rates for shipping.

I do use bubble mailers, though.

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On Midsummer Day, 4376 Year of the Dome, Gorgon Tethys committed an unspeakable crime right in front of Djinn Domitian, the Heliodromus of Mithras; that same devil possessed the praetor sitting in judgement at Tethys's trial later that year

The major exceptions were their multiple millennia old, pre-Earth pursuers and seemingly inexhaustible tormentors: the Hate-Sedon Utopians of Weir and their Trinondev Warriors Elite. Invariably mortal, but long-lived – barring injuries or illnesses, even the mixed bloods or hybrids lived healthily deep into their second or third centuries – they were of course, like fallen angel devils, extraterrestrial in origin.

To this day, if perhaps not for very much longer, that made them technologically far, far, advanced compared to any of the planet’s indigenous populations. However, they generally stuck to their own Weirdoms, which meant they didn’t play much of a role in Headworld affairs.

Besides, the purebloods living up north in the primary and still foremost Weirdom – that of Cabalarkon, Sedon’s Devic Eye-Land – were inbred imbeciles too self-centred to be religious. If it weren’t for their automatons and indentured Sarpedon underclass there’d likely be no such thing as purebloods or a Warrior Elite anymore.

In further fairness to Domitian, the devil possessing the praetor, one of the strangest, pudding-proof-unworldly traits Utopians had was that their males were black-as-midnight in a starless sky whereas their invariably statuesque females were white-as-daylight on a salt flat. The only trace of blackness the Tethys bastard had about him was, as events evinced, confined to his heart.

... from "Feeling Theocidal": 'The Crucifixion of Terrible Tethys'
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On Midsummer's Eve, in the Year of the Dome 4825, Thrygragos Lazareme sent his seeming to the Weirdom of Cabalarkon

"I’m also called Thrygragos Everyman for a reason, child. In case you were skipping classes when your parents or teachers got around to me, no matter what their race is whoever sees me thinks I’m their God. I call it my ungodly gift when I’m feeling anarchic, which I usually am. How come you’re not reduced to reverence yourself?"

"Because you’re a man and I’m from Shenon, Witch Isle. We don’t have male deities; at least we don’t in the quarter-queenship I come from. And I didn’t think Utopians had deities period."

"Not deities, Entities, capitalized and plural, a man and a woman, the sun and the moon if you prefer, though it’s nowhere near that straightforward. To them I must look like the Male Entity. I won’t have black skin because neither of the Entities had black skin, and I’ll only have a pair of eyes, but I might be bald and gnarly and have a big beard that keeps me decent since I could be naked.

"To put it unappreciatively, as you may or may not know the idiots of Weir leach off the Sarpedons. That saps their willpower the same as if it was syrup out of a maple tree. It also leaves them simple and, in my experience, simpletons almost always have gods. In a Weirdom empowered by imbeciles, the Sarpedons have just enough sense left to keep their predisposition to idolize anyone, let alone the Dual Entities, to themselves.

"Rather, they had. The cat’s out of the bag now, unless it’s the squirrel. Devils will be queuing up for a shot at their adulation from now on, which might be good news for their continued existence. But, hey, their secret’s safe with me and I won’t tell if you won’t."

... Thrygragos Lazareme to Quiff Tethys, from "The Thousand Days of Disbelief"
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On the 21st of Azky, 5456 YD, Jordan 'Q for Quidnunc' Tethys won the 5 Blades Championship of Weir; Kanin City's then High Illuminary, a very pregnant Melina nee Tethys Somata (whose husband Zalman Somata was the prediluvian megalithic metropolis's reigning Master), was scheduled to pin the medal on the winner; instead, Datong Harmonia, the Unity of Panharmonium, the devic half-mother of Mel's deviant twins-to-come, strode forward to do it for her; the medal's prong was poisoned

From the looks of her Zal’s Mel may be something of a regenerative mutant but she couldn’t possibly be a pureblood Utopian. For one thing, she was no inbred imbecile like the majority of Cabalarkon’s purebloods. For another, her gracefully aging parents lived with her in Kanin City at the Masters Palace.

While they could trace their ancestry back much more than a thousand years, to the borderline legendary pair of George Masterson and Ute also born Tethys, they weren’t purebloods either. Indeed, Daddy Tethys was more white-skinned than black-skinned whereas Mommy Tethys was the reverse, exactly the opposite to the usual state of affairs in most Weirdoms, Kanin’s included.

Finally, she wouldn’t have been allowed to marry Zalman if she was a pureblood for the lone qualifying reason that devil-gods – third generational Master Devas – could not possess purebloods. You didn’t need to be a tale-telling court chronicler like Quill Tethys, an Illuminary of Weir like both Zal and Mel, or even a deliberately kept barely educated, howsoever-superior swordsman like Quidnunc Tethys, to know that was the secret behind the roughly 600-year success story of the Mastery of Marutia.

Its Masters, to a one, were deviants.

... from "The Thousand Days of Disbelief"
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Utopian Biomages -- Fashioning Faeries

Many of those there couldn’t have been happier. One wasn’t. That one, a ‘dobury’ by the name of Nanapollo, stuck a finger times two into each of the beer-bearers nostrils.

‘Doburies’, sometimes also, mistakenly, known as ‘snot-snakes’, were a lumpy, very much dough-like faerie genus – an anthropomorphic tub of lard blea­ch­ed white, to supply their most widespread depiction. Polydactyl, they always had too many fingers on, only usually, two hands. Today was one of those unusual days.

There were three of them and only one of him. Consequently, Nanapollo extended three hands on three arms. The third’s elbow, wrist and finger joints hinged appropriately. However, growing out of the top of his chest as the arm did, it was akin to a skinny, grotesque goitre. As monstrous as it appeared, the generative effort didn’t particularly pain him. He nevertheless grimaced as he did so.

The Outer Earthlings who’d been at the Danq did too, bracing themselves psychologically as he latched six fingers securely within their six nostrils. They’d endured this predictability-to-the-point-of-routine ritual more than a few times before, after much the same missions as well, albeit to different canteens elsewhere on the Hidden Continent of Sedon's Head. The Danq was hardly the only beer hall that brewed fine pilsners. Pure pill-lovers merely judged it the best.

Insertion accomplished unquestionably unenthusiastically, yet both professionally and therefore satisfactorily – Utopian biomages deliberately bred doburies largely for just this function – Nanapollo took a deep breath.

... from "The Thousand Days of Disbelief"
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Masters of Cabalarkon rule in the same way captains of Utopian so-called millennial or generational ships did pre-Earth -- by conscensus

The trick, on the Whole Earth long unique to Masters of the Weirdom of Cabalarkon, was that they ruled by unspoken consensus. The only real way to tell if they had the support necessary to lord over anyone else living within Sedon’s Devic Eye-Land was if everything essentially extraterrestrial continued to work properly. It didn’t, or stopped while they were ruling, then that was it for their term. Exit stage exile, as the saying went.

Such was the self-centred mental might of Daddy Cabby’s Idiots of Weir, as funnelled through their Masters of same. It did nothing to ensure their longevity, or comparative lack thereof, though.

... from "The Thousand Days of Disbelief"
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The Masters' Chain of Office, post-Thrygragon and, indeed, to this day (28 Maruta 5980)

Tethys knew his stuff. An all-red, bloodstone necklace from which dangled a mirrored medallion, triangular in shape and out of which stared a solitary eyeball, with a curved blade underneath it like a cedilla, was the standard chain of office for a Master of Weir.

“Mind you again, Sal’s is just a facsimile. That’s the real thing. So is the Cloak of Many Colours. Master Helena had the original six, anything-but-sacred objects.”

“And we don’t,” Centauri muttered, perhaps deliberately not quite inaudibly.

“Best thank your Almightiest Ubiquity for that. The real Female Three in particular aren’t just anti-devil. They’re positively virulent, anti-anyone. And I should know.”

... from "The Thousand Days of Disbelief"
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