Meet Sul: a bounty hunter with a heart of actual stone. And Psyche, a gunmaker with a metaphorical heart of gold. Wounded. Trapped. Griefers on the way. And he can’t share her feelings.
written November 2014 with a caroling tune in a major key Now the angels all around Make a sweet and joyful sound Now the holy carolers Tune their anthem… Read more Now the Angels All Around – for Emily →
When I was sixteen I wrote a novelette about a large family living in the country in the 1800’s. They were a merry bunch and had the most awful names and I had a blast writing about them. In the story, one of the elder brothers has a very special protective relationship with a sister ten years younger than himself. I suppose that is a common fantasy of girls like myself who grew up as the eldest and never had a proper mentor. I recall an incident in the story… Read more Talking About Christmas Ahead of Time →
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