You are at a museum to see a famous artist’s exhibit. Urban legend claims that this artist was a powerful sorcerer who captured the souls of his subjects within the paintings. While looking at one of his pieces, the subject in the portrait asks you for help.
This is a rudimentary world map for Assirra, the world where Ronnie Trimarchi finds herself in The Tears of Enna. It doesn’t have much detail but you can get an idea of where the primary locations are in relation to one another.
You have the opportunity to go back in time twenty years and change one thing in your life. This change causes a series of unintended consequences and you realize you’ve made a mistake. What did you change? What happened? How did you live with the consequences of this change? Did you try to fix it?
Janie Bigelow-Price has always done the right thing. She got her teaching degree at the local university, got the only full-time job she’d ever had at the elementary school in Bigelow, the town where she grew up (named after her illustrious great-great-grandfather Howard Carter Bigelow). She even built her house on land set aside for …
Rafe held his thumb in front of the scanner and waited for its blue light to turn green, for the soft whisper of the door beside the scanner as it slid into the wall, and entered the temple. He had no idea why The Powers That Be insisted on keeping this old relic clean but …
CHAPTER ONE Winter isn’t always a season. It can be a lifetime, a day or one narrow moment when everything that was living freezes up and ices over, shriveling to nothing and sliding noiselessly into the hard ground. Winter, it turns out, comes in many forms: the day you realize that more of your life …
KATE Now maybe I’m making too much of something that’s nothing more than a coincidence but it seems to me that moral standards In America declined in direct proportion to the demise of the milkman. Not that I think the Milkman was the actual reason for those peaceful, carefree days. He was a symbol, a …
DANA He always left his underwear on the floor. Not in one spot either. He’d scatter it around the bedroom like some sort of boundary: near the bed, by the hamper, in front of the bathroom door. It reminded me of a dog pissing on trees around his yard. His cologne was everywhere. He would …
I’ve been writing for so long that pen, paper, and typewriter have all done their time as my favorite tools (or weapons, or accomplices) and there’s no point in denying my love affair with my Lenovo. My favorite place to write will always be the writing nook I’ve managed to carve out of the master …
Fantasy is the ultimate form of escapism in literature. Your characters can be anyone, do anything. They don`t even have to be human. The fantasy genre allows our imaginations to run riot through time, space and other planes of existence. The history, politics, and science that define our reality don’t constrain the inhabitants of fantastic …
