The book in the other room whispered, begging her to find out what message was so important that Peter had employed a messenger only she could see to deliver it.
Rage washed over Bonnie’s face as she struggled to her feet. “What do you mean ‘Tobias?’ Is this some kind of sick joke?”
Like many writers, I keep several active notebooks. There’s something bittersweet about scribbling on that final page and declaring the book full. But I closed
Happy Birthday, Steampunk! In just 24 short hours, I’ll be hitting the road once again to report on an amazing Steampunk event. This is my second
Read from the beginning or read the previous teaser “I thought you should know. It’s possible that the moment I put that gold in Bonnie’s
After my successful Kickstarter campaign, I got the chance to visit New Orleans and attend the Edwardian Ball. I’ll be posting all kinds of tasty