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…
Oh hey, I am also posting my Symphonian chapters on Vella now. It’s a place like Wattpad and Radish where…
Here’s an excerpt from TRAITOR’S OATH, which is coming out on June 2. Fia and Ryelleth are in mid-battle, fighting…
Every sensation of burning at the stake – the unbearable heat billowing into her face, her dress catching fire, the mocking laughs of the crowd watching her, making fun of her shrieks of pain – all of these leapt into her mind so vividly that she jerked her head back from the sparks of the fires.
“This is an experience that a lot of women don’t get to have.”
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