My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The ruins were hidden among the pristine McManions in a moneyed section of town. Shrouded in poison ivy vines and thorny brambles, the exterior was long ago worn away by harsh southern weather. Urban legends alleged its former occupants were geriatric cannibals that feasted on tender hooligans, or were metrosexual vampires, or more likely murderous run-of-the-mill … Continue reading Homeowner’s Association
A possible sequel to this story... “Ooo… you’re the beneficiary of a vast fortune.” Colin held up a letter, waving it with a grand flourish. “Nigerian?” Gatta kept filling in the Saturday crossword in the Times. “No, Hurin,” he said, folding the paper and making as if to tear it in half. “What?” She tossed … Continue reading Uppity women
The story so far… Agatha was waiting when the sergeant knocked on her door. He barely recognized the woman standing at the threshold. “Are you ready?” Calen took Agatha’s satchel. Agatha checked her apron pocket for her ever-present string of beads. ‘I am,” she said. “Let’s make Rája wish the spirits kept him in the … Continue reading Meeting of the minds
The story so far... The King’s sergeant-of-arms, Calen, half dragging and half carrying Maud, burst through the tent entry, swearing at the sentry to leave them. Maud fell into the pile of cushions, trying to cradle her left arm, her hand wrapped in what looked like a bloody rag. She screamed in pain when she … Continue reading Voices carry
The story so far... “He’s close,” Abigail said. “You trust me, don’t you?” “Completely.” Barlowe took a deep breath as he gathered Abigail in his arms. “See you on the other side.” ### Quentin stood outside Abigail’s apartment, the anticipation of taking her and Barlowe together made his breath come in quick gasps. Materializing through the … Continue reading A new generation
The story so far... It will mean split second precision. If they make one slip, wait a second too long, then Barlowe won’t be able to assimilate and his body will die. There was only one way to lure Quentin to Abigail, and it was something Barlowe both dreaded and eagerly anticipated. ### Abigail came … Continue reading Betrothed
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