PHILLIP POV Amanda. Silhouetted against the florescent lights of the Robin’s Egg, I pegged her for a lost sixteen-year-old looking for money to get home after having made one of those mistakes you don’t run home and tell to Momma. Then she introduced herself. Lawson. I hadn’t killed anyone by the last name Lawson. I …
A snippet opener for a new story eating my brain with a spoon. Phillip Denton wasn’t what I expected, but then your heroes usually aren’t. He was more gangly than broad, but with the kind of wiry muscle that still left him capable of being a bobcat in a bag to handle. I could imagine …
If you’re not a follower of my Facebook page, (Shame!) you probably haven’t heard from me in a while. I post there a lot more than I post here. And I post here more than I send to my newsletter, go figure. Anyway, for those who aren’t up to date on the adventures of my …
The Deans’ mausoleum walls, stark white with gray veins, crowded close as Alexander stood a few feet from the man acting as priest for the proceeding. Lorelei had never been specifically religious, but in this instance, he felt it necessary to make at least a nod in the direction of the thankless god which had …
I’m working on generating ideas for when I need a new project. The only problem with this is: I usually cannot find them when it comes time to work on something else and thus they never get written. So I will be keeping a record here on my blog and on my FB in order …