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I’m excited to introduce a new idea, so let’s see how this goes! I want to tell a “Choose Your Own Adventure” story with you, my reader. Except in this version, it will be a “Choose Your Own Murderer” story. How it works: Every couple of weeks (or as often as I can manage), I will…
Greetings, fellow readers! Here’s a quick-fire list of the recent books I’ve read (in a range of genres), with recommendations and honourable mentions.
Mixology for the Meandering Magician My Fantasy Comedy novel, “The Reluctant Mentor”, is a satire about the heroes’ journey from the perspective of a failed mentor named Athragast. I’m currently querying agents for the project, but I wanted to share a taste (ha, get it? Because I’m sharing recipes?) of the story. Want to see…
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She turned, the air rushing past her, the ground coming closer. Ever closer. Blackness, rushing up. Seconds. A heartbeat in her ears.
You’re a girl. Young. No more than five or six. You sit on the floor, legs tucked under you. Mom perches on the couch, a blanket on her lap because she’s always cold. She props the hardcover book in one hand and holds it aloft like a prize. The cover has a sheen to it;…
I am the Ruler of the day and night. In the darkness, I creep. I find my prey: Little pink, hairless paws.
From an exercise in my writing course… The cry is anguished, inhuman, such a painfully lonely sound in that single note – enough that Perry and I stop to listen, panting. An animal. Hurt, by the sounds of it. The sky has paled to a cold purplish haze, the last dipping rays of the dying sun…
Apocalypses didn’t happen every day, but once they got started, they had this annoying habit of going about their business.
Those who exercised reasoning were the first to go, followed by fans of survival shows (they believed they understood the wilderness, having never left the confines of their paved-and-plastered twenty-fourth-floor apartments and most ended up eating the wrong type of mushroom in the first week). The hoarders did all right, at least for the first while. And the jerks? They made it all the way to the end, because nature loved adding a thorn to a rose bush. It turned out that at the end of the world, those CEOs who couldn’t convert a Word document into a PDF did just fine in a dog-eat-dog-eat-rat-eat-human society.
Long before King Arthur and his round table, before the Vikings, Normans, and Romans–even before they called this land ‘Wales’, there lived the Faeries and the Festia. The Faeries were jealous creatures–greedy, and powerful. The Festia were companions and servants to the Faeries–human, mortal, and afraid.