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Shadow Heir
Josan clutched the doorframe, doubling over with a ragged cough. Smoke pricked his eyes with a hundred tiny daggers. He gagged, pressing his face into the crook of his arm.
Orange flickers laced the opposite side of the great hall, wreathing ornate tapestries in smoke. Josan’s guard gripped his shoulder from behind. As if Seris could defend against this siege.
Music, characters, and feels
I love music. I listen to it as I write. I find songs for characters. I listen to it on the way to work. I find a song I love and listen to it twenty times in the next three days.
Walking Contradiction
I’m a walking contradiction.
A paradox in a pair of shoes.
Immortality trapped
in a plodding mortal frame. Continue reading
Fantasy tips: mysterious pasts, dragons, and swords
Say you’re a Legend Seeker. Say again you’ve strayed too near a portal and have been sucked into one of the far realms you’ve only viewed though ink and parchment. Firstly, to be honest, you’ve only a 1 in 10 chance of surviving the first five minutes because, despite the supposed randomness of the portals’ times and positions, many of them have developed a nasty habit of landing first-time leapers into the middle of a battle or into a peaceful looking situation which is about to explode into an assassination or ambush.
Rusted Notes
He’d almost forgotten what they looked like.
The old soldier gripped his rifle strap tighter as if the canvas cutting against calloused skin could hold off the dull ache in his chest.
Pianos, they used to call them. Continue reading
One Step at a Time: a flash fiction
I remember when I was a child. Strange, the things one thinks about as they are dying.
I catch the doorframe of the castle gate with a painful gasp. Each breath burns in my chest as poison races through my veins. I clench one bloody fist against my ribs. It’s only a shallow cut, but it’s enough when poison is involved. Continue reading
Brave enough to fail
Failing hurts. We try. We give everything we have and it’s not enough. Or we try and get it wrong. The best intentions and efforts don’t guarantee us success.
It’s life. We’re going to fail.
The MBTI as spies
If the MBTI types were spies ordered ‘off-grid’ how would they react?
This is one of the many random amusements my best friend and I have employed over the years. Credit for half the answers goes to Kate Flournoy. Credit for the idea goes to Buddy Lieberman.
Enjoy!
Dust to Flame Cover Reveal
And it’s here! Finally.
Also it’s on sale because I forgot I was doing this thing on Black Friday. But hey, why not?
After months of working on Dust to Flames, forgetting I need to get stuff ready for a launch (in my defense, my sister was getting married. Things were kinda a mess) remembering to do launch stuff then forgetting again, I HAVE THE COVER FOR DUST TO FLAME!!!
