Kingdom Come: Young Gods

Hello, all! I made an AMV based on Kingdom Come, my latest space opera. Join Wren (Lady Earth) and Dareh (King Jupiter) as they peruse the wing of the Jovian Royal Galleries dedicated to ‘lost’ Earth art.

Kingdom Come will be a trilogy featuring King Jupiter, his Queen – the Lady Earth – and his Prince Consort, Zephyr Zaia of Earth, as well as his former lover, Lord Mars (Resheph), as they fight to save the Outer Worlds from a civil war that threatens to spill into the neutral territory of Earth. The fight for Earth will see ancient alliances brought to the breaking point and the Lord Planets will find themselves racing against Time itself to save their people and their brethren. Will the fighting end with the Nine Worlds in flames, or can King Jupiter rally his forces before all is lost?



They Called Me Pluto

Note: Previously published June 2016; Edited August 2017

They called me Pluto from afar, and I,
Nameless and void, embraced the title
With the force of a thousand burning suns,
Each one like the star I loved ever so dearly,
An immense sphere of fire which had me
Helplessly, hopelessly bound by its gravity,
Caught in its orbit from the beginning of time.

They called me Pluto still from further still,
Speaking my name as the orbit of myself
And their water world drove us apart,
And I gladly, worshipfully rejoiced –
I had a name; I was no longer void.
I was distant still, but they called me Pluto,
And I wore my name like regalia,
A crown upon my lifeless skin.

They called me Pluto still as they
Waded further from the cosmic shore
That was their home, sending probes
That touched the regolith of Mars –
There was life, and light, spreading out from Planet Earth,
So I waited, hoping they’d come for me
Sooner rather than later, tomorrow and not two centuries from now.

They called me Pluto even as they stripped me of my name –
I was ‘planet’ no longer,
And I grew colder and bitterer as I spun,
Because I knew things they did not,
Things about the rise and fall of civilizations.
They did not see what I had seen,
They had not been watching
Since the dawn-time.

They called me Pluto,
And they cried my name
As I watched them burn,
The light of the flickering candle in the dark
That had once been humankind
Flaring, more luminous than the sun for one bright, shining moment,
Then fading.

They called me Pluto in the aftermath,
As if I were the God of the underworld,
Guarding their lost souls from my far-off perch,
Shepherding that which could not be led,
But I was not their God, even if I’d once fathomed them as mine.
So here I wait, patient, eternal, void and barren,
For them to leave me lonely when they no longer
Dare to speak my name from the realm
I am the supposed guardian of;
They called me Pluto.

Star Bright


She sees the stars in the sky

And is awed;

She begins to ponder their distant, brilliant lives,

To think of their ancient light,

Preserved eternal

By the simple, elegant fact

That light, like life, is finite,

It speed fixed and unchanging,

And that someplace, somewhere,

Out in the lonely vast depths

Of the infinite universe,

The light of a long-dead star

Will be just breaching the foreign skies

Of a world half an eternity away,

Distant in space and time,

United by a dim, flickering point of light

Distorted by an alien sky

And pondered upon

By some strange, lonely mind,

Thinking of the perilous void between galaxies

This light had to boldly cross

To arrive,


In her skies.

Interview with the Author: Part 2

Interviewer: Today, I will be sitting down with Caitlin Cacciatore, poet, novelist, and dreamer. Her latest work is entitled Kingdom Come, and we here at her studio (namely, me, myself, and I) are getting very excited about how it is coming along. You ready, Caitlin?


Caitlin Cacciatore: Ready as I’ll ever be.


I: Let’s start with something easy. What inspired the title?


CC: I needed something new, something original, something that hadn’t been done and overdone. To the best of my knowledge, there are several other works with the same title, but I trust mine will be different enough that those other authors won’t feel I’m infringing upon their work. If so, I am fully prepared to change the title. I also briefly considered ‘To Ruin’ as the title. I wanted something that would describe, in two words, how vast the scope of this story is, how grand the perspectives.


I: How did you name your characters?


CC: When I first began a similar story, years and years ago, my character’s names were based upon letters of the Phoenician Alphabet. I decided to keep the first letter of each and change the rest of the names. Except for Resheph; he didn’t get a name change. He came late enough in Kingdom Come’s predecessor that I felt comfortable leaving his name. In case you were wondering, Zephyr means ‘of the west wind,’ Wren means ‘Ruler,’ and Dareh means ‘Rich.’ Only one of the meaning of their names will prove important to the story-line, but I’m not telling which one!


I: Tell us a little more about this story’s predecessor, We Sing of Shattered Skies.


CC: I believe I said in the last interview that it was epic, and I still hold that view. It was a story about how aliens were forced to abandon their homeworld after an accident, got stranded on Earth, and evolved into the dinosaurs. It was a childish attempt at science fiction, which is rather fitting, as I was but a child myself at the time of its writing.


I: If you could meet a character from your book, who would it be?


CC: You’re a big fan of asking the hard questions, aren’t you? (laughs) I think I would choose to spend a day with Dareh. You just can’t beat the title of “King of the Nine Worlds.”


On a similar note, do you have a secret favorite character?


CC: I have a very soft spot for Resheph, and of course I love all of my characters, but I’d have to say that Zephyr is my favorite so far. It could always change. I am always finding out new things about my character’s motivations, wants, needs, and desires. Sometimes they reveal something sinister.


I: Last question. Why are you driven to write this particular story, of all the stories you could tell?


CC: I wish I could tell you I had noble goals of saving the world with this book, but it’s just a story inside me that needs to come out. It’s the story my fingers and my heart and my soul are demanding me to write.


I: Thanks for coming, Caitlin. Any final words?


CC: You make it seem like we’re at the gallows. (laughs). I do, however, have a piece of advice: Never time travel. I promise you, it only ever breaks your heart in slow-motion and reverse-time and across the ages.


Excerpt One: Kingdom Come

Dearly beloved,


How I wish you could see the skies of Jupiter, as blue as Earth’s, then bluer still.


How strange it is, indeed, that I am home once more, yet I feel that I left my home on Earth. I suppose I owe you an explanation, though I don’t imagine myself ever sending this letter.


Take yourself back, back to the very beginning. The others don’t remember how it all began, or at least claim not to, so when the time came, they told a story of Chaos and calamity. In the stories, everything – or most of it – came from Mars; that much is true.


Life in this system began on Mars, with the birth of the lord planets. We were created out of the fire that runs through the red world’s veins, but that is where the resemblance to the legends breaks down.


We found ourselves on a barren, desolate Mars, lifeless much as you’ve always assumed it to be. Lifeless, that is, save for us. Resheph and I came into being first, and formed an alliance that to this day has never been broken. One by one, the Gods of the Nine Worlds joined us – Venus, Saturn, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto, in that order. The Goddess of Earth never came, and is to this day a mystery. Some say she died of loneliness, waiting for us. Others believe that she resides somewhere on her homeworld, latent, waiting for the right time to save us all. I’ve walked on your world; pray, then, that the others are wrong about her. The worlds overseen by most of us are far worse off than your water world – there is oppression on Saturn the likes of which are unparalleled on Earth, and war, endless, bitter war between the worlds.


The last war – the war to end all wars, as it were – was the bloodiest. It spilt onto Jovian soil, and I, coward that I am, ordered the Lord Planets to abdicate their thrones and retreat to Earth, the last isle of neutrality in the system. I should have stayed my hand; I should have stood and fight.


I didn’t.


We agreed to scatter across what was left of your world, torn by its own wars as it was. We arrived in the middle of the Third World War, but by the time the Fourth broke out, some of the colder worlds were discontent with waiting, and feeling that the Earth would be better off with their assistance, sold a shipment of weapons to the North American Empire. Needless to say, they very quickly fell into the wrong hands – aren’t all of our hands blood-stained, in possession of such weapons of mass destruction, though?


Within days, the war was over, having been lost by all parties involved, even those of us who kept our neutrality to the last.


We reconvened, and it was decided that some of us should stay on Earth to do damage control in the event that our weapons resurfaced. By all but one vote – Resheph’s, predictably – Pluto and I were chosen to stay. To my knowledge, Pluto still walks among you, and likely will for a while – he likes the climate.


And that’s our story – the story of my failure.


Yours forever,



Camp NaNoWriMo

Greetings, Internet!


If you aren’t already participating, Camp NaNoWriMo is a great project to undertake in order to get that writing flowing. I’ve written 11,000 words already this month, more than a third of my target.


Check it out here.


And stay tuned for excerpts from my newest novel, tentatively entitled Kingdom Come. Enjoy a space opera drama where the royals of the nine worlds (Pluto included) have epic battles against one another. Will Lord Mars ever reveal his greatest secret? Will King Jupiter eventually admit his love for a human member of his court? Is Lord Saturn to be trusted? And has Lady Earth finally returned to them, after all these centuries? For answers to all this and more, subscribe.


Wandering amongst the tomes of

The Museum of Four in the Morning,

Weaving my way into an altogether different story;

I am sleepless, restless, reckless.

The clock strikes the hour,

And the end of time comes and goes,

A starship that, having found the edge of the universe,

Does not dare to venture over its edge,

Does not try to peer into the further horizon,

Does not even attempt to gaze into the great abyss,

For fear of the vast emptiness watching you

Watching it.