AuthorNerd
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On finishing another book
Hey, folks and friends. Kenji always says guys, gals and nonbinary pals. I like that. I have been known to say theydies and gentlethems, but the other day I heard someone say “gentles and ladymen” and that is also chef… Continue reading
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Chapter 23: Life after Death
Rose awoke in pain. She was being jostled. Hester. She could smell Hester. Even see her a little bit, through the blood and dry eyes. She wanted to speak, but her throat was dry, and the attempt only brought up… Continue reading
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Chapter 15: The Cost
It turned out that on three hours of sleep and coming off two fights, one of which resulted in the righteous swollen bruise on her left knee, Rose had even less endurance than she had thought. The paths would have… Continue reading
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Chapter 14: The REAL Interrogation
“What in the shitting gods was that thing?!” Rose hadn’t felt as if she’d stalked since the chair, but she sure as hell stalked down. The wheels stalked, her arms stalked, her shoulder stalked and orange face mask backed up… Continue reading
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Still Life with Bubbles
I watched the bubbles in the kitchen sink. I wanted to look away. Move. Grab the blue stemmed wine glass lazily drifting beneath those bubbles and scrub it out furiously. Smash it on the floor. The wall. A face. I… Continue reading
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Chapter 13: The Interrogation
She was okay, of course. It looked bad to Rose, but Decima said she’d fought through worse. “It missed my lung. Didn’t even tear the muscle much, really. I was very lucky.” She’d told Rose that the shaking and wobbling… Continue reading
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The Loud Pass
I don’t know if this is everybody’s process, but now that I am done with the fair draft of The Steel Ghost I’ve locked myself in a hotel room and I’m going to start reading it out loud and making… Continue reading
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Chapter 12: The Second Watch
Decima Cordia, former prefect of the 44th Thessali Legion was the first thing that Rose could focus on when she woke. She was standing with her blade out casting her eyes about trying to look at Rose and the darkness… Continue reading
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Blog the first
Don’t cool writers have blogs? I mean, maybe not. the REALLY cool ones have a gaggle of screaming followers throwing underthings at them, I think, but I’ve never been cool. I am, however, burdened with an overabundance of things to… Continue reading
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Interlude 1: The Cabin
Rose was poking the oversized iron pot that sat on the grate over the hearth. The heavy lid had been moved to the side and the bits of carrot and beet bobbed around in a simmering broth that would hopefully… Continue reading