I’ve come to understand that writing fantasy genre fiction is my mind’s way of dreaming while awake, allowing me to observe the problems….
We all wear masks, or so I’ve been told. Intricacies fashioned of silver and gold. Painted smiles white and red will hide our troubles, our sadness, our dread.
Each boom outside makes the dishes in the china cabinet tremble. A car alarm down the street starts shrieking in rhythmic bursts….
Charms have always been illegal. Evelyn had been well aware of the law when she stood before the stranger’s cart inspecting the wares.
We haven’t met. I don’t know where you live. I wouldn’t recognize you if we passed on the street. And yet here we are….
Waiting. Still waiting. Wind the pocket watch. Wouldn’t want to lose track of Time tick tick ticking away. Time never waits.
In today’s market, the stakes have to be higher and the bad guys have to be stronger, faster, and more cunning than ever.
When I die, I want to die peacefully in my sleep. I’d like to be in the arms of a […]
Unfortunately, that’s a statement many….
My mother never cursed. Not a single swear word. In fifth grade, I heard a kid got detention for saying […]