Six Sentence Sunday, May 27 (Saint of Sinners)
“I cut my wrists.” He lifted them to show me. They didn’t raise far and his arms shook as more blood spurted out. Beneath the blood, he was very pale. “I’m dying. Please save me …
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Six Sentence Sunday, May 20 (Saint of Sinners
Then, in a whisper. “I’m scared.” A few months ago I’d considered killing him for the way he’d treated Elliot. I might have, if Elliot hadn’t made me promise not to hurt him. Now here he was, bleeding to death … Continue reading
Project Updates
I was looking at my to-do list and realized I have a lot going on. Saint of Sinners is now 50,000 words. I’m hoping to have the first draft done by July 1. Taming the Darkness is on my Samhain … Continue reading
Six Sentence Sunday, May 13 (Saint of Sinners)
The first thing I noticed was the blood. It was everywhere, standing out against white tile and porcelain. Then my eyes locked on the kid laying in the tub, tears leaking down his face. Not Andre or Tim, or any … Continue reading
Six Sentence Sunday, Apr 8 (Saint of Sinners)
Happy Easter! Here’s some more Alex for you: “There are things I can’t talk about.” “Why not? Don’t you trust me?” She didn’t get it, and how could she? Hayley had parents that loved her, a brother that loved her. … Continue reading
Six Sentence Sunday, April 1 (Saint of Sinners)
Animus leapt from her sheath as I crossed the distance between us. The man didn’t even have time to bow his head. I ran Animus through his shoulder and her singing ran in counterpoint to his screams. I slammed my … Continue reading
Six Sentence Sunday, Mar 25 (Not My Apocalypse)
And there it was, the chariot of the sun, coming at us along the curve of the horizon. Behind it was the huge black wolf Skoll. When I say huge I mean huge, like I underestimated how big he was. … Continue reading
Six Sentence Sunday, Mar 18 (Not My Apocalypse)
The other two couldn’t stop laughing and I told them to shut up because they were making the horses nervous. I got right back up on the horse (there’s a metaphor about that, isn’t there?) and this time I was … Continue reading
Six Sentence Sunday, Mar 11 (Not My Apocalypse)
Everyone went quiet. Here’s the thing: I’m supposed help my father end the world, but I’ve never been on board with that. Even though we were dealing with a different pantheon it was the same problem. I stood up and … Continue reading
Six Sentence Sunday, March 4 (Through The Fire)
She arched into his touch. “I think you win.” “No.” He bent and traced his tongue around her other nipple. “This is the kind of game we both win.” The building need between her legs said he was right. … Continue reading