Hey World, How’s It Going

Ah, the life of an indie. I know. I’ve been slacking on the blog posts. There is some good news on the other side of that coin. I HAVE been writing, currently on the sequel for my next planned release. You may ask, “What? Next release ISN’T the second book in the Order of CrowsContinue reading “Hey World, How’s It Going”

The Murder Meets at Dusk Release Day!

Aleister abruptly stops walking and spits out a string of curses under his breath. Anxiety creates static across their connection. He pulls his left sleeve up to reveal a tightly wrapped bandage. “Get this off of me! It burns!” he snaps. She swiftly draws a knife from her boot and inserts the blade between theContinue reading “The Murder Meets at Dusk Release Day!”

The Murder Meets at Dusk Playlist

Her gaze rolls over him as it would the map to the Fountain of Youth. He can feel her magic stir with the presence of death. Brown fingers twitch against white gauze and the door. All the lines soften around her. Aleister experiences a nauseating desire to bleed again. She makes it feel okay. HisContinue reading “The Murder Meets at Dusk Playlist”

The Murder Meets at Dusk, excerpt

“Aleister,” Montague sighs, his whole form rising and falling, “I cannot say I have brought them all back. Not everybody can withstand the way, especially humans. Seeking knowledge this way could kill you.” Aleister stares into the giant sunglasses, denies to himself that he is human, and says, “Just keep a firm hold and I’llContinue reading “The Murder Meets at Dusk, excerpt”

The Murder Meets at Dusk Cover Reveal!

Synopsis: The Order of Crows has existed for generations to protect the magical and divine community of New Verona. The current Order is mostly young and untested, having lost their parents in a tragic and mysterious event. Not surprisingly, they don’t get along very well. Aleister Corigan is at the heart of the discord. TheContinue reading “The Murder Meets at Dusk Cover Reveal!”

Home for Wayward Writers: Ascension

It’s late. It has been a long day. I’m not exactly feeling inspired. I find myself sitting in an overstuffed chair, staring at a fireplace that never seems to run out of fuel.  I can smell the books that line the shelves around me. There are infinite worlds here and they are constantly changing. TheContinue reading “Home for Wayward Writers: Ascension”

Random Acts of Poetry: Dark Greens

Occasionally, I write poetry. It’s mostly just exercise for my brain, but why not share it. Enjoy! Dark greens make clean lines around the bend In my vision. Shade-addled blurs of browns, A little fuzzy around the edges. If I reach far enough The ground speaks, A rumbling teacher who seats me Front And Center.Continue reading “Random Acts of Poetry: Dark Greens”