Drem
I’m enjoying the evolution of my lesser sidhe and their impact on my mortal characters. Drem, the archetype, was always meant to…
Masala
Baldebert set the heavy kettle in Avani’s hands before she could refuse. She could feel the gentle slosh of…
Haunted
The pier groaned and shivered beneath their step, tortured by ship and sea. The planks stank of tar; both pier…
Summer Chapter Two
LOST Summer watched Barker as he approached the sword. She knew he was afraid by the way he walked, loose…
Summer Chapter One
WINTER The moment I stepped into sluagh-world, my lungs rebelled. I’d hoped to hold that last, deep breath of fresh air…
Wagging the Fox
Today I’m featured on Gef Fox’s wonderful dark fiction blog. Want to know what makes me tick, why I write,…