I'm excited to announce the launch of Wren's Creature Codex on Kindle Vella, with the first seven installments already up and posted for your reading enjoyment. I'll be adding new episodes every Thursday going forward.
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Wren’s is a weekly dystopian/fantasy serial that I have been laboring over for the last three years and Kindle Vella brings it directly to your phone so you can read in bite-sized installments.

You can currently read the first three chapters for free, giving them a thumbs-up as you go along if you like them and leaving comments. Amazon is even offering free tokens to unlock the other episodes (see the top right on the page). To continue reading you can purchase more tokens (for about the price of a cup of coffee).

Here is a brief summary of the story:

Over a century ago, hordes of predatory animal-human hybrids conquered the earth, upending millions of years of evolution. Now, Wren's village fights for survival as the world descends into another dark age. Setting off on an epic adventure, Wren and her friends journey through an uncharted land of fantastical and terrifying monsters to try and halt the dangerous breeds' ascendence and save humankind from extinction.

Thank you for your continued support and have a great summer!

One year ago, the coronavirus tore a destructive path through New York City. It was new; there were lots of unknowns, and before many of us understood what was happening, we were sick. I wrote the following about what occurred to my family during that terrible period. The lone update I would add is how many friends and family have reached out to say that they would have helped us. I am grateful for them and each new day. 

In Mid-March, right as New York City, coronavirus cases were starting to go off the charts, my wife and I became very ill.

It started the day after the Mayor declared a state of emergency, and the sickness ran for more than 45 days. Three weeks of that time were pure hell. Hallucinatory in some ways.

The sickness started with a slow windup – about a week of nose runs, fever, sore throats, and general weakness, but even then, it felt like nothing we had ever had before. I tele-healthed my doctor, and he said that we should stay home because if it was coronavirus, all you could do was “ride it out.”

The worst part of the illness occurred over four or five days. At this point, we were having trouble breathing and getting out of bed. Walking twenty feet from the bedroom to the kitchen felt like running a marathon. It came in intense waves that would ring us out.

We, of course, have children as well. Two beautiful daughters – 4 and 8. They became sick, but it only lasted a few days, and their symptoms were mild. My oldest was aware of what was happening. She learned about coronavirus in school and was also very cognizant of masks and the talk in the subway and street corners.

When we were at our most severe, she would try to make us get out of bed. If we got up, she thought that we would be okay. One day, she asked me if dying was good. I was confused by the question, but then she explained, “If dying isn’t good, why is it happening to so many people right now?” Crying, she told us that she didn’t want us to die.

My wife was much sicker than I was. While she didn’t get out of bed for four days or so, I could at least make it to the kitchen and take care of the kids (they watched a lot of Disney +). Her breathing became worse and worse and more labored. She tried sleeping with the pillows propped behind her, but that only helped minimally.

On the turning point night, I thought my wife would have to go to the hospital. It was dark outside, and her breathing stopped and started. At that point, we could no longer avoid discussing what might happen to the kids if we were hospitalized or worse. One of the insidious things about the coronavirus is that we couldn’t call our parents or friends to help. We were trapped. If we called our parents, we risked making them sick, and if we called our friends – who would want to endanger themselves or their families?

Luckily, my wife didn’t have to go to the hospital, and incrementally, we began to get better over the following weeks. Unlike other illnesses I have had, the coronavirus took at least an entire month to recover from.

As we got better, though, I was unable to sleep for nights at a time. I would get up regularly to make sure that everyone in the house was still breathing. This continued through the recovery, and I am still working on processing what happened.

A couple of things that were godsends during that period – I have been a regular meditator for many years, and at my lowest moments late at night, my mind would return to my father, who has been dead for ten years and the camping and fishing trips that we took every weekend of my youth. I guess that was when I felt my safest and most secure.
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Our recovery has been long, but we are incredibly grateful for all that we have. There were multiple times when I was sick that I would think of my life and wonder how a boy from Oklahoma ended up stuck in the middle of a pandemic in New York City. I imagined a lot of scenarios in my life, but that one never crossed my mind.

Recent years have been a time of pressing questions for humanity. We stand at a historical junction where we can embrace an uncertain future or cling to a rose-colored past that is neither glamorous nor fair as some people desire to remember. Democracy is on a razor’s edge, autocrats are on the march, social unrest has reached a boil, and the earth cries out as climate change sends us warning after warning if only we would listen. And the pandemic, of course, has decimated lives, upended economies, and kicked disinformation into overdrive. None of the issues we face are tidy or will be resolved soon. For a world raised on neat and clear-cut stories, the thought that we may be in this for the foreseeable future is exhausting. It can leave you demoralized, beaten down, and paralyzed with indecision. Like many, I have also hit the pandemic wall. At times it feels like groundhog day with the same routine over and over.
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Each of us processes these challenges in our own way. For myself, this has led me to reevaluate what my priorities are. My writing, for example, has continued sporadically, but all the issues stated above have taken precedence.
 
Last March, my partner and I contracted a severe case of COVID that went on for two months. There was roughly a week-long period where I wondered daily if we would make it through. The lingering effects of that sickness led me to be more grateful than before. It made me more aware of savoring each moment, whether playing with my children, taking a bike ride, or doing something as mundane as washing the dishes. I have by no means mastered this and probably never will, but I find myself trying more, and that is a start.
 
I come out of this time of contemplation with a stronger understanding of why I write and a greater responsibility to what I put into the world. I have finished a novel and hope to release it in the fall. I am recommitted to the work that I do, but also understand that I am only human and that it is okay to let go with no feeling of guilt. I don’t need to compare myself to others. The highest success is focusing on my own happiness and being committed to my family, friends, and striving to make the world better than it was before. As I mentioned, there are no easy answers, only the beginnings of understanding and what I hope will lead to wisdom.
 
What big questions have you struggled with over the last year? What answers have you found?

Summer’s here and you’d think that would mean things would slow down, but sadly no. Between the release of The Shadow Of All Things, working on my new novel and all of the normal trappings of daily life, I’ve fallen behind on my blogging. I hope to fall back into a normal pattern of regular updates soon

For now, I wanted to share some amazing artwork done by the 9th Grade Gifted and Talented class at Cy-Fair ISD in Harris County, Texas. As part of the assignment they had to compare and contrast characters from Nightfall Gardens and Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations.

I wanted to share some of my favorites. The blood-spattered drawing of Lily with closed doors and a lurking Smiling Lady particularly captures the flavor of her and the novels.

Hello, readers.

I’m hip deep the launch of The Shadow Of All Things but I wanted to take a minute and compile some of the reviews that the book has received in its first six days.

"Honestly everything about this book was grand, the characters, the setting, the plot, and of course the monsters, and their insatiable hunger."
– Bookworm Coalition

"This story is an intriguing mix of science fiction, portal fantasy and urban fantasy...I'm a fan of the urban fantasy sub-genre and this book does quite stack up nicely amid this sub-genre...What the author does neatly is that he also adds a healthy slice of SF to the tale but makes it subtle enough so that there's no perfect delineation."
– Fantasy Book Critic

“This is the first book in another gripping series by Allen Houston...The paranormal aspects were truly unique and I appreciated this aspect since the market is flooded with same old stories with different character names...The read for me was quick, dark, and rousing, in all the good ways.” – TMBA Corbett Tries To Write

“The opening chapter drew me in right away. You won't find that slow drawn out character introduction and world building that you come across all too often in fantasy here. Instead the reader is thrown right into the action from the very start and it's consistent throughout the whole book. There's always something happening and the characters on both sides, good and evil, are well written." – Scarlet’s Web

The big day is here at long last.
 
For the last year I’ve been prepping The Shadow Of All Things, the first book in my new urban fantasy/science fiction/horror series for release. After a bout of personal upheaval, long rounds of editing, feedback from beta-readers and working with the illustrator Colleen Beauchamp Stiles on the cover and drawings for the print edition I’m happy to share my bouncing creative baby with the world.
 
I hope you enjoy it. The characters are as real as any that I’ve brought to life and I’ve tried to do justice to New York City, a city I love, which can grind you up one second and fill your heart with the pageantry of life on the other.
 
This story started with an idea: a Goth girl listening to her headphones on a stalled subway train when something horrible appears in the glass behind her. That kernel of an idea morphed in ways I couldn’t have imagined when I wrote it down in the notebook that I carry. Who was she? What were the creatures?
 
The other characters came soon after: a teenager running from cops who weren’t what they appeared to be, private school students investigating a classmate’s death, a washed up punk rocker unable to let go of the past. And those were only the first of many.
 
Writing a book is no easy feat. Especially if you have a full time job, family and other responsibilities that only allow you the time to write either pre-crack of dawn or late at night when your brain is a muddied mess.
 
Supportive family and friends have made my road easier. Whenever I needed time to bang out ideas or find a little quiet time they have been there to help. For that I can only say “thank you”. I’m truly lucky, grateful and humbled. Kim, you are a better, stronger person than me and I’m glad you put up with my shenanigans.
 
And thanks to you, the readers who read and supported me while I worked on the Nightfall Gardens books. I’ve been privileged to hear from so many people who have read my books.
 
I’d love to hear your feedback on the new book so write me an email, reach out on Facebook or tweet me.
 
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Happy reading!