Category Archives: Fiction

Under an Enchanted Round Table

What a beautiful evening it was. That brilliant sky-cathedral arced overhead like a gateway to eternity, sun sparkling across the waves, igniting them with Nature’s impossible passion for itself. Cascades of colors too rich for words to capture painted that … Continue reading

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“Where Can I Find your Fiction?”

They strain: wolf and woman, struggling. Red cords burn across their skins, biting deep enough to bleed. Rich scents coil as they breathe, reaching in and drawing out again. The wolf thrashes in her grip. She dodges its teeth and … Continue reading

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Green-Room Writing: The Scenes They Never See

Not everything in a story happens on the page. When an author writes material that occurs “offstage,” that so-called “green-room writing” may inform the events that the audience sees. Giving foundations for the characters, their motivations, personalities and activities, green … Continue reading

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Some Writerly Advice/ The Four Questions Approach

When a fan asked me this morning if I had any advice, I dashed this off. Thought it might be of interest to other folks as well. Enjoy!  ___________________________________________ Write. Read. Polish your work, and always look to improve it. … Continue reading

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Wyldsight: Tales of Primal Fantasy

I gave my voice for love, and drowned myself in silence. For him, I walked on knives and left my weightless seas. I bargained with my fear and turned aching eyes toward the sun. And for this, he left me … Continue reading

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Next Big Thing: Holy Creatures To and Fro

“Don’t run off too far, Sarah,” said my father. But I guess I did. Sarah was me before I was Silk. I became Silk because Sarah couldn’t run away. I was five or so when my father took me walking to Woodside … Continue reading

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