When Fenrir came into sight I felt like I wanted to go find somewhere to hide. He was bigger than Skoll and he looked nastier. He looked like he was having a hell of a good time tearing shit up … Continue reading
Not My Apocalypse doesn’t stick to one pantheon: “We did not give you Excalibur. Excalibur gave herself to you,” the Morrigan said. “I should have bought her dinner first,” I muttered to myself. Odin’s son still heard me and he … Continue reading
Today I’m very likely still on the 28-hour write in tour my local NaNoWriMo group does. That or catching a few hours of sleep before heading back. Here’s another taste of my NaNo novel: I desperately held on to the … Continue reading
November has arrived, and with it NaNoWriMo. I’m already several thousand words into my new novel Not My Apocalypse, so here’s your first taste: Ever since then I’ve thought about my own anger, and my stomach twists into a little … Continue reading