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Saturday, December 13, 2014

Sunday Snippet: Ride to Ruin

This is a snippet is from my work in progress, Ride to Ruin, Book 3 of the Reaper series. It continues directly after last week's post which you can find here. From the point of view of the heroine, Ellie:


She didn’t truly wish Lu dead instead of their mother. If anything, she’d rather have been the one out collecting eggs when the Reapers attacked the town. If she’d been the one to die, her family would have been able to get along just fine without her. Now it was only her and Lu left and they were just kids. What were they supposed to do?

Ellie didn’t have an answer for that which is why they were still standing here on the outskirts of town in the deepening twilight. There were decisions to be made and she was the only one left to make them. She just didn’t know how to start.


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Monday, December 8, 2014

Extra Holiday Scene from Dragonslayer

Ah! I thought I posted this earlier in the week. But, no! Everywhere except for here. Poor neglected blog.

In case you missed it, I wrote an extra, brand new holiday scene from Dragonslayer for the awesome Jen at That's What I'm Talking About. Read it here. There's also still time to enter the giveaway for a signed copy of Witch Bound and an Yggdrasil necklace!

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Sunday Snippet: Ride to Ruin

These are the first eight sentences from my WIP, Ride to Ruin, Book 3 in the Reaper series.


A cold wind tugged at Ellie’s torn calico skirt, stinging her wet cheeks and pushing the smoke and dust around until there was no escaping it. Funny. A full week of early Spring with nary a cloud in the sky and then this afternoon, just like that, winter was back with a vengeance.

One day too late.

Reapers didn’t like the cold. If the weather had turned just a hair sooner, the Reapers would have fled south. If it had been later in the season, the Rangers would have been more prepared and not slumbering in their forts thinking they had another few weeks before the packs swarmed north. If Lu had gone to collect the eggs like she was supposed to that morning, then her sister would have been the one to die instead of their mother.


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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Free Read

I have a free holiday short story up on the website. Homecoming is set in the world of the Reaper series. Read it here!

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors

These are the first eight sentences from a free short story I just put up on my site for Thanksgiving. It's set in the same world as my Reaper series, but you don't need to have read any of the stories in order for it to make sense. If you want to read the whole thing, you can find it here.


A sliver of wood as thin as a snowflake peeled away beneath the sharp blade and drifted down to lay atop his bare foot. The scent teased his nostrils, but he held back a sneeze as he followed the stroke around the curve of the eagle’s uplifted wing. He didn’t want to screw up this delicate part and, besides, if he let loose with a sneeze now, someone from the house might hear him and that would be no good. No good at all.

Head bowed, John tickled the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. His sister Alice had always sworn by that method of fighting off sneezes and she would have known. With hay fever and a preacher father who insisted they sit in the front pew every Sunday no matter what, Alice had had a lot of practice at smothering sneezes. She was gone now with the rest of his siblings.


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