Queen of Swords

I had promised myself never to wait by the door for another man, and least of all for Damien Frost, who had once held cold, sharp steel against the tender, white under part of my throat and laughed. But, I needed him now more than ever, and he had agreed to come when I called. If I had not become involved with the Nightkind, in ( Read more... )

Memento MoriI had to get out of here. Out of our apartment. Off our street. Away from our town. I had to stay busy, keep my mind occupied, or I would go insane. I thought of seeing Irene in the mirror at the hospital and felt sick. I couldn’t let myself fall apart like that. I ran to the bathroom and turned the shower as hot as it would go. ( Read more... )

Memento MoriThe recirculated air had no smell. The walls were white, the carpet white, the wood between the window panes was painted white. Irene would have hated this funeral home. She’d say it had no spirit, no imagination, something like that. In our apartment, she liked to cut pictures out of old National Geographic magazines and stick them ( Read more... )

WinterThere is a presence in completely dark rooms - even rooms in ordinary houses - a sense of certainty that someone else is there. It fills all the space where you are not. It wraps long arms around you and whispers in your ear. It lets you know without a doubt that this house in the dark is not yours. I know this house is not mine. This ( Read more... )

Let’s Do the Time War Again (Doctor Who/Rocky Horror)The Master ( Read more... )

My novella is now officially part of the October 2009 issue of Reflection's Edge. You can find it here: http://reflectionsedge.com/index.php/2009/10/changes.

*grins*

My novella, Changes, was just accepted for publication in Reflection's Edge. I'm so excited! *bounces*

WinterThere is a presence in completely dark rooms - even rooms in ordinary houses - a sense of certainty that someone else is there. It fills all the space where you are not. It wraps long arms around you and whispers in your ear. It lets you know without a doubt that this house in the dark is not yours. I know this house is not mine. This ( Read more... )

Changes

The camera looks out on white - white walls, white tile floor, white sheets on the bed. The man is the only trace of color. The bulge in the bed sheets is his wife. He turns to the camera for a moment and it captures his face, an empty room devoid of any life. His fingers move independently of him, clutching convulsively at the ( Read more... )

The book I worked on over the summer, Religion in America, is listed on Amazon.com. Its coming out in April. I was the section editor for "Other Faiths" and wrote the section on Atheism, Agnosticism and Humanism. I also did a lot of editing and writing for other chapters. So, I'm really excited that this book that I worked on all summer is ( Read more... )