“I’m going back to New Orleans,” she interrupted, her words clipped. “No, you’re not,” Peter vowed. “I’m not going to let your greed—” Vi shook
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“I’m going back to New Orleans,” she interrupted, her words clipped. “No, you’re not,” Peter vowed. “I’m not going to let your greed—” Vi shook
With all the excitement surrounding No Rest for the Wicked, I’ve completely forgotten to post about Army of Brass. This fabulous collaboration started way back
George arrived and beamed up at her. “Got a job for me, Miss Viola?” She delivered a few quiet instructions into his ear, then the
I announced a few weeks ago that I decided to cancel the self-publishing release of my gaslight fantasy story, No Rest for the Wicked. Editors
George tumbled into the room, his head swinging wildly from side to side. When Vi flagged him, he mouthed the words “They’re coming.” The grifter
Picture this: I have just driven across the country in order to pick up my belongings. It has taken years of moving around, but I