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Queyanna cringed at the pluck of her inner-chords against the eerie foreboding that threatened to bring her to her knees. Then the world went still, holding its breath waiting. Without warning, a high-pitched set of chords was heard coming towards her that whizzed by her head to where Ean stood. Her hand jerked towards the sound and clutched an arrow

I am sad to say I will have to postpone another entry to Mirror Song this week, but I do have some news. I have just completed a mind map for a new series I will be working on over the summer and most likely into winter. It is a young adult paranormal-mystery about a young woman who learns that her

Olatha, Tervelvan The wagon creaked forward. The chaos within the wood was nagging Queyanna’s internal harmony like a mosquito. She winced when the wheel went over a pothole, which seemed out of place, considering the well-kept condition of the main winding thoroughfare into the port-town of Olatha. The road went up in a slow rise, narrowing before an iron gate. The

The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafón My rating: 4 of 5 stars Zafon paints a world out of a gothic noir-like tale filled with tragedy and romance. During the course of the story, the protagonist, David, invites trouble with his wry pith and wit, leads the reader through a labyrinth of mysteries that keeps one guessing, and manages to injure those

North of New Hope–Brakenbog, Lenkinar “Can we rely on Ean’s word about these individuals we’ve opened our doors to?” Brenard asked, a gentleman of great fortune and little wit. Although the expression on the angelic face was open, even innocent, the pale eyes held the rancor accumulated through years of dubious ambitions. He sat before the high-gloss, order-darkened table that was