• [Supposedly] Sappy Stories,  Short Stories

    Vent(s)

    It was Sendvish — middle of the week, no mentionable anything tying that day to anything else, and it was after school. It was because of those key factors that Nim chose that day to sneak into the boys dorm room. She used the vents. Most people tried to break in by asking a Wiccan for an appearance or invisibility spell, by using a glamour, or by transforming somehow. The problem with the vents was that they were slick. The metal curved upward and the seams, forged by dwarves, were as close to non-existence as possible. This is where magic came into play. Nim used sticky Undine scales, a trademark…

  • [Supposedly] Sappy Stories,  Short Stories

    The Bridge Home

    It was a starlit morning. As the sun rose from deep beneath the eastern mountains, Rylena made her way through the pixie village. Each morning she checked on those who came down from their treehouses to greet her, to greet the day.   She looked up at the stars as she felt Konrad’s mind awaken. Good morning my love, she greeted him. Good morning, Konrad replied — their minds linked by thought. Rylena stopped at a booth with fresh pink fruits filled with juice. She offered a coin to a young girl who sat behind the basket. The girl took the coin and offered her a large plump fruit. “Thank you,”…

  • [Supposedly] Sappy Stories,  Short Stories

    Fountain of Light

      Ach froze in place just outside the barn door. He’d spent the last hour or so in a casual search for Nell, but hadn’t found him yet. It was likely he worked somewhere in the back of his massive animal barn.   If he went inside, Nell would see him, and he’d blush and forget how to think. The whole world would spin, grounded in Nell like he was Ach’s anchor in raging seas. He was Ach’s anchor, even in calm seas (which they usually weren’t because there were so many people in this place and Ach didn’t know most of them).   But.   If he didn’t go…

  • [Supposedly] Sappy Stories,  Short Stories

    The Chess Box

    As a connoisseur of words, Drey favored precise language whenever possible. This day, this sentiment, these last moments bound heart-to-heart with the love of his life; this was bittersweet.   They pressed their foreheads together, hands at the nape of each other’s necks, and said a final goodbye. They would live in the same home and continue to raise their children together, but the twining of their minds would unravel as—   Drey gasped, as his love severed the connection. He’d anticipated something gentle, an unfurling of their essences into distinct beings once again, but all he felt was profound silence, absence.   Nell was gone.   Drey choked back…

  • Books,  The Fractured Prism Series

    Blue Note Book Tour

    Blue Note is back on tour. We have a $25 Amazon gift card giveaway attached to the tour stops. January 27 Fang-tastic Books (Guest Blog – Character Interview with Niels Poulsen) January 28 Paranormalists January 29 Booklikes January 29 Books Dreams Life January 30 Roxanne’s Realm (Interview) January 31 The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom (Guest Blog) February 3 Bewitching Book Tours February 4 Mythical Books (Review) February 5 Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read February 6 Books 4 Book Nerds February 7 The Book Junkie Reads (Interview) February 10 3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, and Sissy, Too! February 11 Kay Phoenix February 12 T’s Stuff…

  • The Fractured Prism Series

    A Very Fractured Jul

    We are excited to announce our newest addition to the Elesara Series: A Very Fractured Jul. Magic leaves a mark on the mortal world in this set of 12 Christmas tales that follow Niels from his eighth Jul — the last year his family was whole — to his 21st. Tragedy, anger, and redemption shape his life as a foreign magic threatens those he loves most. Niels is the only one who can decide: Will he fall to its power or find his way home? This story leads you up to exactly one year before Blue Note. It follows Niels’ father’s death from AIDS related cancer through his first love.…

  • [Supposedly] Spooky Stories

    The Frost

    It was a dark night, early in the winter season. The sun had set long before the table had been filled with fruits and platters of holiday meats — most notably the large gold-rimmed oval lined with the boney shanks of a lamb slain for the holidays. Sometimes the slaughter bothered Nell, but as the family gathered around the table to feast, he could sense the nourishment their lives would be filled with. Their table lacked one thing: a bowl of sweetened berries, stewed into a sauce and thickened on a bed of snow. Nell rose from the table. He glanced at the children and other members who were about…

  • [Supposedly] Spooky Stories

    Bookworm

    Nell turned back to look at Ach. He was no where in sight. His mind felt near. Nell searched for him. “Acheron?” He called out. There was no reply. “Ach!” Nell yelled. He was gone. “Hello? Acheron Alandrial!” He channeled the thoughts this is not funny in hopes Ach would hear him, but there was nothing there. More than Ach being gone an emptiness crept over Nell. “Acheron!” Something stirred. It’s mind felt like sludge. It was fixated on Nell. Hunting Nell. Nell fluttered his wings and looked for what wanted him, but he couldn’t find it anywhere. Just before he gave up the round collapsed. Something had wrapped itself…

  • [Supposedly] Spooky Stories

    The Flight

    Dusk came with a waxing crescent, twinkling stars, and the hoots of animals from all around. Nell walked beside his son, Oisin, as they ensured the livestock (monsters) were situated for the night. The two redheads with wings, Oisin with his bright red-orange hair, and Nell with his dusty ginger hair, were investigating a broken chain in an enclosure for an animal that seemed like a kangaroo crossed with a jackrabbit. Nell gleaned a passing mind, something intelligent and aves (bird) like. “Something is coming,” Nell warned Oisin. “I know,” Oisin replied. “It likes you.” “You can’t know that,” Nell insisted, though he could sense the same wave of intrigue.…