Her father’s voice was a snarl, and his hand shook as if he were barely restraining himself from striking her,…
Here’s an excerpt from chapter 19 of THE FLAME OF BATTLE in which Dyrfinna recieves a ship from her grandmama,…
I’ve reached the end of THE FLAME OF BATTLE, finally! Right now the word count is 71K. Now I’m going…
Suddenly the Queen turned, her eyes wide, and saw Rjupa. She made a terrifying sight, there in the faint starlight that drifted through the leaves, her upraised dagger gleaming.
I used to be adamantly against self-publishing. I scorned it. I read classic literature for fun, I was serious about…
I don’t know why my phone camera can’t do colors worth a damn. Here’s the latest writing work on THE…
A decent couple o’ paragraphs today from THE FLAME OF BATTLE, and also a bunch of pretty flowers (mine).
A little story about how I came to write the Skala series and how somebody’s faith in you at a…
“What is your papa doing this time?” Messer Albizzi asked Fia in a low voice.
Fia looked up. Now her papa was trying to sneak up behind the dragon with a saddle, as if the dragon were some old horse he could trick.
“Don’t you know? He is clearly bending the dragon to his will,” Fia said.
Messer Albizzi watched Fia’s papa for a long moment.
“Huh,” was all he finally said.
I keep working on the opening of The Flame of Battle because I want this puppy to be a stunner…