Inside Outcast


Inside Outcast is now published.

It will be finished publishing at Amazon in a few hours.

Otherwise, it can be obtained now for the same price at Smashwords:

I haven’t made any fanfare about this one because I’m not all that happy with it. After months of editing, tweaking, and revamping, I’m still not all that pleased with it. Others have raved about it, so I have decided to publish it, though I am charging the least I can for it (thanks to Amazon’s anti-indie pricing).

This was my NaNoWriMo novel. I shortened it up in order to “finish” the book at 50k words by the deadline. All of my attempts to return the additional desired content to it have been failures, so this is what we’re all left with. That being said, the story is decent. It’s not terrible, it’s just… it’s not what I had in my mind and thus I don’t seem able to make myself happy with it.

What is a Psychopomp?



a person who conducts spirits or souls to the other world, as Hermes or Charon.
1860–65;  < Greek psȳchopompós  conductor of souls.

A psychopomp can be anything, however, not only a person. Some American Indians believed that ravens escorted the spirits of the dead to the afterlife. In other mythology, it was Charon, who shuttled souls across the river Styx in his ferry.

In Welsh mythology, shared around much of the region, it was Gwyn ap Nudd.  This rich culture and heritage has been lost to the ravages of time, but I do not believe it must remain so.

I hope to revive Gwyn figuratively, by his literal revival within the pages of this book. It is my deepest hope that I do true justice to the story, but also to the man. The God. The Psychopomp.


Guardian of the Abyss Makeover!



Guardian of the Abyss has a new cover.

Sometimes it’s a difficult choice to let go of something that you genuinely like. Although it was not a popular cover, the old Guardian of the Abyss cover is actually one of my personal favorites.

That being said, the new cover is just fantastically lovely, and I certainly hope that, with a new cover, more people will be ready and willing to discover the beauty of Sarah and Abaddon’s love.

As a newbie Indie author, I am bound to make mistakes. This one was one of mine. I am grateful to all who mentioned the issue, so that I could correct it.

Now, if you’ll pardon me, I’m going to go cradle the old cover and comfort it. It needs it. Not me. Seriously. Would I kid about a thing like that??

The Risen God by Shannon Phoenix

The book I’m currently working like mad on is currently called The Risen God.

So far as I know, my background is English or Irish. Possibly Scottish. Either way, with what little I know of my family history, at least some of my ancestors are from that area. I’ve always felt a pull towards that area, and thus I have decided to begin my ‘gods’ series with one of the most compelling ones from that area. I suspect that many of them will be from that area.

Something that is not talked about at all is how many of us white people have also lost our own heritages and backgrounds. I am not out to demonize Christians or their religion, I am simply stating a fact when I say what I am about to: Christianity in its early incarnation wiped out multitudes of other cultures–and many of them were white cultures.

The Irish, the Welsh, the English, the Scottish… they all had their own religions, their own culture, even their own writing. The Christians tried at that time to claim that they brought writing to the Isles, but this is not true. The druids (the ‘educated’ of the Isles) had a form of writing called Ogham well before the Roman Christian conquerors came.

So my first book in the Gods and Goddesses series centers around Gwyn ap Nudd. This ancient God was the Welsh God of the Hunt. His job was that of a psychopomp… meaning that he led forgotten or lost… or evil… souls to the Afterlife.

In The Risen God, the first in the series, Gwyn is found buried in a pasture by Terry. Terry is an average woman. There’s nothing special about her. She’s not psychic, she’s not the reincarnation of someone he loved. She’s just a typical American woman going about her day…. when she finds something extraordinary.

Now, Gwyn must find his Horn, fetch his horse and his hounds, and ride again. The fate of mankind rests upon the psychopomps being found and being able to do their jobs again. The gates to Annwyn (paradise) are degrading, and soon souls will be entirely unable to return home between reincarnations. And there will be no more choice in reincarnation thereafter–all souls will be trapped eternally on what will rapidly become a desolate planet upon which only a few will appear to thrive–even as the evil that rots their souls grows.

But that evil has had a lot of time to plot and plan. And even as Gwyn begins to search for his Horn, his Horse, and his Hounds, he continually finds himself stymied by the long-term planning of an encroaching evil.

The resurrection of Gwyn ap Nudd is symbolic, certainly; as he was not dead. Yet it is symbolic on two levels, for the resurrection of Gwyn ap Nudd into common culture is past its time. All of us whose cultures were destroyed have a right to our heritage; to pride in that heritage, and to resurrect that heritage.

So I welcome back Gwyn, God of the Hunt, God of the Dead. May you once more, in the minds of mankind, usher the dead home.


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