Piggy Bank

Featuring author of the Shadow Assassin series and host of the Paracosms podcast, Arthur McMahon

Piggy Bank

Cash in on your creative potential with this Endless Beautiful session featuring author of the Shadow Assassin series and host of the Paracosms podcast, Arthur McMahon!

Arthur McMahon is an independent author of fiction and non-fiction, publisher, and host of the Paracosms podcast.

Arthur’s passion for writing began as a child when he found that he preferred writing essays to taking exams. Having graduated from the University of Oregon with a bachelor’s degree in journalism, Arthur enjoys recording the world which surrounds him. His backpacking journeys and other escapades have been recorded in numerous articles and in his own published trail journal, Adventure and The Pacific Crest Trail.

Fiction never loosens its hold on Arthur’s thoughts, especially the realms of science fiction and fantasy. Frostarc is Arthur’s debut novel, and his Shadow Assassin novellas are set in the same space-pioneering universe. Reviews have praised Arthur for his suspenseful writing and exciting action.

As a self-proclaimed nomad and traveler, Arthur will always have new stories to tell. His latest works can be found in print or as ebooks on Amazon. You can stay up to date on Arthur McMahon’s latest projects at ArthurMcMahon.com or follow him on Twitter (@arthurmcmahon) and Facebook (@paracosmspod).

AirTram

Rub and spray, rub and spray. These switches always rusted way too soon. Overnight, the air was so damn toxic, and Clem was stupid enough to work them loose….every morning.

Clem step back for a moment and pulled a semi-clean blue rag from her back pocket. It was 80% caked with grease, mud, sweat, and god knew what else, but she wiped her sweaty face with it.

This is what you dealt with on Blep. Okay, back to those switches on the air tram. Clem had to get moving to catch the mana eaters, large, beautiful flowers that were worth a fortune back in the city. She got back to spraying, scraping.

Vrrrroooommmm! Finally. The airtram, a rusted out vehicle the size of a city bus, and definitely one that didn’t look airworthy roared to life.

Clem didn’t waste any time and threw her bag up into the open cab and jumped in. She hadn’t been doing too well collecting mana eaters – okay, yes, she was hung over until the late afternoon yesterday, but she also needed to get going before she ran out of fuel.

Clem pulled the stick back and the air tram launched vertically about 200 hundred meters into the air over Blep. Clem took in the view.

Beautiful valleys. Blue rivers. The Black mountains in the distance. A few whispy clouds. It was beautiful. Still like the first time.

Blllllaaaaapppp!

The airbus dropped into a freefall. Ignition. Ignition. Clem hammered the ignition button. Pumped the gas.

C’mon baby. We’re almost there. The large engine cobbled together from three others turned over once….and then it failed. The 6 ton airtram, 40 years old, and never sustaining more than a scratch from it’s previous owners slammed into the first of the limbs below.

First it was the head of the airtram. Sending it into a 12 G back spin. Then the back hit, slight slowing the momentum. But allowing Clem to focus on the ground careening toward her at 100 mph. This was not going to be good.

The airtram slammed back down onto the surface of Blep, and the ancient carriage airbags deployed. Well….half-deployed. Launching Clem out the window, almost to the point where she started. Clem vowed to never drink again.

Her mother gave her a week.