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Because there has been some discussion in the past about civil liberties and the TSA here on my site, I wanted to let everyone know what I’ve decided concerning the body scanners. This is a reversal of comments I have made elsewhere, and I wanted to make sure everyone was clear on my reasons for […]

(Because I am buried working on Of Limited Loyalty, the sequel to At The Queen’s Command, I don’t have as much time to blog as I might like. Fortunately enough, I have a guest blogger who is willing to provide you insights about the world from a decidedly and distinctly unique point of view. He’s […]

For your reading pleasure, here is Chapter Three of the Digital Original novel, In Hero Years… I’m Dead. Chapter Three Her lips curled into a snarl. “You’re a bastard.” “Not me.” I pulled my bandana down. Blood. Great. “My parents were married.” Fury flashed through her green eyes. So like her mother. She went to […]

For your reading pleasure, here is Chapter Two of the Digital Original novel, In Hero Years… I’m Dead. Chapter Two So I didn’t get through the lock in world record time. I still got through. Pocketing the picks, I slipped into the corridor, closed the door behind me. Things looked promising. Left was the vault […]

(For your reading pleasure, the third chapter of At The Queen’s Command) Chapter Three April 27, 1763 Prince’s Haven Temperance Bay, Mystria Owen cautiously approached the work table at the room’s heart. Several bound volumes lay open. Pressed and dried flowers had been affixed to the pages of one, with notes penned in an even and […]

Back in 2007, if you were visiting this blog, you saw me talk a bit about a novel I was writing on spec. On spec is a writer’s way of saying he’s working without a contract, which is kind of like a high-wire act working without a net. The novel was In Hero Years…I’m Dead. […]

(For your reading pleasure, the second chapter of At The Queen’s Command) Chapter Two April 27, 1763 Temperance Bay, Mystria Owen Strake disembarked from the Coronet once the longboats had pulled it to the dock. His papers had been sent ahead with the Harbormaster, bound for Her Majesty’s Military headquarters. The Prince’s Life Guards had […]