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Hope in Hateful Times is a poetry collection rooted in rage that refuses to rot into despair, and in the divine feminine freed from society's predatory shackles. It is an invitation to treat love as sacred and community as a deliberate act of resistance. These poems confront genocide, misogyny, and weaponized religion without being crushed by their heaviness. Through a landscape of devastation, they weave a way of grief and wonder, planting wildflowers along the path for fiercely tender hearts to follow. Drawing from mythic lineage and sacred feminine power, this work honors community as salvation and hope as something feral, hard-won, and alive. Lyrical and often rhymed, these poems carry a careful musicality rooted in poetic tradition, offered not as an assignment but as a hand reaching out in the dark. They balance political urgency with gentle intimacy, myth with modernity, and fury with humor and light. This is poetry for readers who refuse to grow numb. For those who let their bruised souls bloom with blue violets. For those who grieve, resist, love fiercely, and hold on to each other through it all.

Fantastical short stories filled with dragon tales. If you dream of dragons, then these stories were written for you. Wondrous and imaginative tales of dragons of all types, drawn from a wide variety of cultures. These talented authors have penned dragons as the hero, victim, and the villain accompanied by a wide variety of amusing characters.

Of all the cat anthologies in the world, you had to crack into this one. This is an exciting volume of stories that feature my kind. Of course, I have a name you couldn't pronounce, but you can call me Meow Minx. Hey—if the shoe fits, wear it! I'm the descendant of royalty. Ever take a look at some of those hieroglyphics from ancient Egyptian pyramids? Yeah, cats have been running stuff forever, and we let you silly humans think you're running the show. It's cute that you think that, but you're useful to us, so we'll allow you to spool out your fantasy, at least for a moment. If you think I've got some good game, wait until you hear about my feline friends in these stories—they've got the game down pat. Sure, Raconteur Press could have served you up a dish of straightforward noir with dames and detectives, but the true spirit of pulp noir is in perfect alignment with the walking contradiction that is the felis catus, be she domesticated or utterly untamed.