Valerie Brook




...one of the best and most powerful new writers appearing on the scene...

- PulpHouse Fiction Magazine

Recently Published

A short story

Pooja And The Portal Pursuer

by Valerie Brook


It might be odd that Pooja P. Humphries has cockroaches for pets that travel loyally on the handlebar of her amazing time-traveling Walmart shopping cart, but she's definitely whip-smart. She runs the Pooja Mysterium of Assorted Aritifacts and Wonders in the ancient world, after all. Oh yes, and she's been brilliantly evading the super-bad CIA men for years. They destroyed her life's work long ago and have been after her ever since. But when someone finally finds her time machine portal, could her reality be different than she believes?

The Oniah Trilogy

The Oniah Trilogy

Holding Oniah

by Valerie Brook

They come at night when Ember Janerro is sleeping, when she lies unconscious and vulnerable and alone. The slavers have always erased her memory as fast as they open the locked front door. Her mind is designed to offer no resistance, to keep her blankly imprisoned behind amnesic barrier. The perfectly controlled super-spy. Until this morning.

When Ember wakes at dawn, standing in a grove behind a gas station in someone else's clothes, one thought pounds through her head: My name is not always Ember.

Realizing her simple life as a nurse is the manipulated cover for her secret life under mind control, Ember is now a threat to the most powerful secret society in the world.

When a mysterious philanthropist offers to help her find freedom, Ember uncovers psychic abilities that the manipulators have invested millions to hide and control. And she's running out of time.

The Oniah Trilogy

Oceans In Oniah

by Valerie Brook

When Sierra wakes up naked in a stranger’s bedroom, with no memory of how she got there, she knows her life is spiraling out of control. Someone is causing her to have blackouts that make no sense. Someone is playing tricks on her mind. It’s time to admit the truth—she’s really scared.

And feeling like she wants to die.

Racing home on her Triumph motorcycle, Sierra finds her best friend Violet has planned a surprise party for Sierra’s eighteenth birthday bash.

But when a gunshot rocks their world, it seems like getting ready for college is the last thing on Sierra’s mind.

Now, in a race against the evil machinations of The Order, Sierra must unravel the mystery of her blackouts and face the tangled horrors of modern mind control to reveal a destiny that will not be defeated.

My Journal

Photos From The Passenger’s Seat

This weekend I sat in the passenger's seat in the car, my camera poised out the window, and took pictures of the sky as we drove around. It's truly horrifying to me to see what is coming out of the planes and drones and whatever else is spraying our skies and drifting down onto our heads. No, it is not contrails. Look up at...

Under A Chemical Sky

We are all under a chemical sky, a weaponized sky. A sky that we can no longer safely raise our children under, a sky that is murdering the future for all living things. A sky that screams war on the people, on the land, on life itself. This is not climate change (which is a weaponized term); this is war on us. When I...

Strange Things

This past weekend I saw a plane disappear right out of the sky. I’m being totally serious—but I’ll get to that later. I went camping with friends. I set up our tent. Cooked a hamburger over the crackling fire, played barefoot in a cold mountain stream, and...


Through a whirlwind of events, in a handful of intense weeks, I have become a beekeeper. I did not consider being able to learn beekeeping until just suddenly about three weeks ago, I saw a photo of a top bar hive and I thought, that’s my hive. It was literally like the photo on the internet awoke something in me. Like a...

The Day I Accidentally Thought I Was A Police Officer

Set the scene: It’s lunchtime on a zippy little summer’s day. I’m driving home from swinging kettle bells in the appropriate black spandex attire, kinda zoned out from trying to get my lymph system moving. And even more zoned out from Lyme disease in general and the constant daily visitations from my dear friends, the...

Dear Music

I am forty-two years old, and as I sit here at the computer thinking back on music, the past unravels behind me like a wild tangle of string lost down the mountain of my life, whirling and bouncing and racing out of sight so fast my eyes can’t follow where it goes. I tried to catch it but it got away. And now I can’t remember...