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Cover Reveal for Noumenon Ultra!

Hello all!  Pre-order links for Noumenon Ultra–the final installment in the Noumenon trilogy–are now live!

Noumenon Ultra takes us far beyond the origins of Convoy Seven and Convoy Twelve to examine the evolution of human civilization and answer a question billions of years in the making: What are the ancient megastructures actually for?

Who designed them?


Deep in the heart of an alien mountain range, I.C.C. has lain dormant, its ships silent, for eons. Now, after one hundred thousand years, the AI is awakening. And someone is roaming the convoy’s halls–someone that isn’t human.

Come on one last ride with I.C.C., the Lùhng, and our wayward twenty-second century humans as they uncover an epic secret none of them could have anticipated.

Available for preorder now from places like Indiebound, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.

Available everywhere August 18th, 2020.



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You’re Invited to the NOUMENON INFINITY Launch Party!


NOUMENON INFINITY Launch Party Invitation Prime small

August 14th, from 5-7pm, I’ll be celebrating the launch of NOUMENON INFINITY at Nightbird Books on Dickson Street in Fayetteville, AR.

I’m so excited to share the sequel to Noumenon with you!

Hope to see you there! But if you can’t make it, don’t despair.  You can still celebrate with me by preordering the book (from places like Barnes & Noble or Amazon), or buying it from your favorite independent bookstore the day of the release!

Happy reading!


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New Story: “Lifeboat” out in Vitality Magazine

The July issue of Vitality is now free to download!  “Lifeboat” is the cover story for the issue, and has four beautiful accompanying illustrations.

The story takes place post-Earth, when the crew of a mining spacecraft–who believe themselves to be the last remnants of life–discover a strange vessel. It could be a dangerous trap left over from the final war, or it could be proof that they aren’t alone in the universe.

Here’s an excerpt:

“We’ve finished our initial sweep.  It’s all one room.  This is it.  There are a few access panels to the inner workings, but nothing we can identify as an inhabitable space.”

“What’s it for?” Martinez wondered aloud.  “There’s nothing in here.”

“I don’t know, but I get the feeling you’re right: it’s not a remnant from the war.”

“But where did it come from?  Why’s it here?”  She turned back to the bramble.  “Keep searching.  I want signs of life.  A hair, a scale, a flake of skin, whatever.  There have to be remnants of whoever made it.”

Could it really be that we’re not alone?  That it’s not man-made?  Her heart leapt.  Not alone.

On a whim, she stuck out two gloved fingers, hooked them under one of the twisted metal pieces on the console, and pulled.

The ship groaned and shuddered.  There was a great screech of metal on metal, as though the vessel had not been given commands for a very long time.

The away team stopped, and everyone looked up.  Something moved in the dark.

Clat, clat, clat–a huge metal turbine, the length of the ship, slowly rolled overhead.  The walls quivered.

The garish protrusions she’d noted before jerked out of the walls, like plaster figures popped from silicon molds.  They were attached to long coils of wire, which the turbine rolled up, forming a sort of tent over the bay.  Hidden row after row of the objects came forth from their compartments.  When the ship lay quiet again, the vast room was filled with dangling, glittering shapes.  They looked like fancy party decorations or Christmas ornaments with the way they glimmered in the flashlight beams.

A few tinkled like chimes as they bounced lightly off one another.

You click the cover to go to the download page:

July-Issue-Cover Vitality

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Rats Will Run Up in BuzzyMag

Story up! Rats will Run is free to read online from BuzzyMag.

On the distant planet of Cit-Bolon-Tum, a cancer-researcher chases her hallucinating colleague into the unforgiving alien jungle. Is the man dealing with an advanced case of cabin fever, or has he become part of someone else’s experiments? Will she be able to save him before he gets eaten by the local vegetation, or will she fall victim to the same inexplicable visions driving him onwards?

Here’s an excerpt:

I freaking hate rats.

So I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out why Pedro wanted to release a test group in the lab. “Can’t you do it in the observation cube? Why in here? They’ll get their rat germs all over everything.” I shivered, thinking about my tablet with tiny paw prints scattered across it.

“No, no. It has to be in here,” he insisted, pushing up his thick-framed glasses. “Gabby, trust me, you want to see this. I discovered it by accident.” Taking off with a hop and a skip, he went to retrieve a set of cages.

“Accident? What does that mean? One got loose? Geez, man, I had my lunch sitting out here yesterday.”
He let out a disturbing, manic cackle.

Perhaps he’d finally snapped–gone stir-crazy. We’d had a handful go wiggy over the past year. One guy even went outside the base sans pressure-suit. That wasn’t pretty. Isolation can do that to people–and it was hard to get more isolated than HD 10180-4.

We liked to call the planet Cit-Bolon-Tum (Tums for short), after one of the Mayan gods of medicine. It offered thousands of curative prospects, which was why all two hundred base-dwellers had made the trek to its shores.

“Is this what our Saturday nights have come to?” I asked as he hefted two cages–each with three rats–onto one of the touch-tables. “Oh, come on, I have to give presentations with that.”

“You can use the far wall,” he said, rolling his eyes. “How did you get into bio-research if you hate animals so much?”

“Microbiology,” I specified. “Microorganisms. You know, the things that don’t have faces. Or claws, or whiskers, or long, naked tails.”

“You still have to run experiments. Cancer cells don’t exist in a vacuum.”

I shrugged. The teasing from my subordinates was routine. I was the only biologist on the team–to hear them talk, in all of mankind–that hated nature. Well, not all of it. Just anything that scurried, or crawled, or scuttled. Which applied to almost all of Cit-Bolon-Tum’s complex life-forms.

“Get to it,” I insisted. “What’s this great rat-discovery you’ve made?”

“Watch,” he said with a giggle. “These ones on the left have been given compound 0697. The ones on the right are the control group.” He opened one cage, then the other, pulling a rat from each. Proudly, he held up both–a little grandstanding. Then, he turned both loose on the floor.

I leapt up onto a stool near the counter, almost knocking over an irreplaceable electron microscope in the process.

Read the rest at: http://buzzymag.com/rats-will-run-marina-j-lostetter/
Happy reading!


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Elsa’s Spheres out in IGMS Issue 37

I’m proud to announce that my story, “Elsa’s Spheres” is the cover story for Intergalactic Medicine Show’s 37th issue.

The story was inspired by the stone spheres of Costa Rica, and my trip to Caño Island.

Here’s an excerpt:

They first noticed small Spheres near their feet, softball to basketball sized. Larger ones appeared as they walked deeper into the heart of the island. Elsa trembled with giddiness.

The Spheres were made of granite, painted over with a lime-wash. Their color and shape made them stand out in harsh contrast to the organic lines and tones of the environment.

Elsa found one that loomed a foot above her. Tentatively, she touched the stone. “It’s vibrating, deep inside,” she said with wonder. She wrapped her arms around the perfect globe as far as she could reach. “It’s amazing.”

Amir could see in her eyes what this visit meant to her. She was making a connection to the stones on a personal level — it went deeper than her love of geology or the uniqueness of the experience. There was something spiritual to the way she embraced the stone.

A pair of tourists walked by and she let go, stepping back from the stone as if she’d been caught in a private moment with a lover.

The story is accompanied by this beautiful illustration, created by R.L. Carter (credited on IGMS as Eugene Carter):
Elsas Spheres by Eugene Carter

Happy reading!


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Best Submissions Week Ever!

Without any ado: I won second place in Writers of the Future!  I won’t be able to reply for a while, but if you leave a comment, thank you in advance!

And big congrats to Stephen Sottong who won third, and a major rip-roaring congrats to Tina Smith who ran away with first!

Here’s the blog post: http://www.writersofthefuture.com/node/722

ETA: If you’d like to enter either the Writers of the Future contest, or the Illustrators of the future contest, please visit: http://www.writersofthefuture.com/


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