I have to add two more chapters in order to tie in some of the story. The work is coming along nicely. As of January 3, 2018, I’m up to 68000 words and growing. In that time, however, the manuscript will inflate and deflate as I write and edit. Such is the ebb and flow…
[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text] Violet’s worst fear is coming true before her eyes and she is powerless to stop it. The fear that she could die and it would mean nothing to the person she loves the most. If she lost this person, she would be devastated. How awful to find out this love is not…
“So what do we do when Grace City is clean?” “It’s never clean, John. They multiply like rats, move in where they want, and establish a new Conductor every time.” Sabine’s feet dangled off the edge of the building. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” John turned to take a long look at…
“Remember how I told you dawn could be worse than nightfall? More frightening?” Sabine sat at the end of the bed, towel wrapped around her, shower smells of floral and balsam a clinging aura. “Yeah, I do. Seems like a long time ago,” John was dressed, looking clean and neat in his sweats. He tried…
“You’ve got blood on your face.” John breathed a huff of laughter through his nose and wiped his face with one of the towels. The blood bags, as Sabine called them, had run off for home or wherever they’d come from. “This is something I could do every day,” he said, folding up the towel…
“I kind of wish holy water would work. What about garlic?” “Nope. Hang on to your wooden stakes and be sure to keep them in there when you cut off their heads. All else fails, use the flamethrowers.” Sabine pointed to their packs. John’s eyebrows raised. “Flamethrowers? Why don’t we just use these in the…
“So that’s it?” Sabine pushed her empty plate aside and focused on her coffee. “That sucks, John. I’m sorry for the bad pun and for your loss. Best friends are harder to lose than lovers in some ways.” John shook his head. “I don’t know about that. I mean, she was never my lover, but…
“Dawn is far more frightening than nightfall if you think about it, John,” she said, flicking the ash of her cigarette onto the ground. “I mean, look around. The dark keeps our secrets. The dark lets us really be free. People say if you shed light on the monsters, the monsters aren’t so frightening. Maybe…
I have Nightmare Disorder (along with Night Terrors which is not so much fun), and a lot of my dreams and nightmares make it onto the page in some shape or form. If you’ve read Now Entering Silver Hollow, you’ve met a creepy character by the name of Undaga (OON-dah-gah). Undaga came springing right out…
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