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4 – On The Edge
I know we are not due for a snippet until tomorrow, but I also know that a lot of you read the blog at work, and Saturday mornings are for lazy not for web surfing Chapter 3 Wednesday rolled around way too fast. A white truck sped by her, its horn blaring. Rose didn’t even…
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3 – On The Edge Promo
Parallel Universe sat sandwiched between a coffeehouse and a UPS shipping store. It was remarkably clean and organized as comic shops went. In his previous life, Peter Padrake was Commodore Peter Padrake, the scourge of the Blood Sea and loyal privateer of Adrianglia, a country in the Weird. A decade ago he had crossed from…
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2 – On The Edge Promo
The man turned. He looked to be in his late twenties. He had a handsome face with a square jaw and sculptured cheekbones. No baby fat remained on his face. His cheeks were hollowed, his nose narrow and well cut. She scrutinized his deep-set hazel eyes. The eyes reassured her: they were honest and direct.…
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1 – On the Edge Promo
Thank you very much for all of the supportive comments. You have been quite tolerant of my pity party. I don’t want to overwhelm you guys with promo, so I talked to my editor and got the go ahead. I’ll post a short snippet every three days under cut. Very stealthy. Like a ghost of…
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Oy
Gordon is my dealer. He bought me some Tylenol PM and I took two last night. For the first night in a couple of weeks I am happy to report that there were no dead people who are really alive or alive people who are really dead in my dreams. Obviously, since all the money…
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My morning so far
My editing process so far is going like this: Cut. Chop, chop, chop. Don’t need this. :throws chapters over her shoulder: And this. And this. Chop chop. If novel was a body, Kate 4 would be dismembered. # On the forum there is serious tauntage going on by the winners of the LOL caption contest,…
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Curran Snippet #2, Part 1
Gordon has written the snippet, and I promised to post the first part for him. Part 2 of the snippet will be emailed to the winner of the LOL Curran contest on the forum. When I broke through Kate’s front door, the first things I smelled were blood and poison. Then smoke and something else,…
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For e_bookpushers
Who is moving, which means she will no longer travbel down to Savannah to have lunch at the King and I with me. # “Holy Jesus.” Robert clutched at his shotgun. “Stay calm. Watch him.” I crossed to the door and leaned out. Empty hallway. Nothing but electric lights reflecting on the floor. I stepped…
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Curran POV post (long delayed) hope it does not suck
I was in Unicorn Lane at night. A bad time to be in a bad place. Anything can happen there, but it’s never something good. No one was in charge of Unicorn Lane. None of Atlanta’s many supernatural factions could claim dominion over it. It was populated by those once human and those who had…





