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The Sundered

The world I know is flooded. You don’t go in the water. You don’t touch it. If you do, it will get you, drag you down,and you’re gone.

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The Christmas Dragon

Novelette

The box jumped. 

Boxes are not supposed to jump. It’s a law somewhere, I think. Maybe Guyana. Apparently not in New Hampshire, because the box kept jumping.

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Strings

Novelette

My music made a lovely magic. It was tiny magic, sure, but effective: it thickened the air and deepened the candles’ warm light, caressed the listener like intimate fingertips and teased sleeping nerve-endings toward a gently quivering wakefulness.

Go, me. I made it all happen.

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Half-Shell Prophecies

Frightened monsters. Stolen time. One seriously underestimated damsel.

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For Daws to Peck At

Novelette

Vampire family drama, gruesome prophecies, and the power of choice come together in a crash so wild it will change the world.

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Ruthanne Reid

Writer. Spouse of geek, mother of cat, teller of tales. She/her. Owns a lot of things that need to be plugged in.

Ruthanne Reid is one of those pesky fanfiction authors who made good, and thus eschews most labels. Except for being a Generation X-er (or maybe Xennial, according to some guy’s webpage), a musician who loves music but also carries a ton of baggage about it, a self-taught graphic artist who designs her own covers, a spoonie who wrestles Fibromyalgia not unlike yon Hercules and the Nemean lion, a Christian who hesitates to use the word because too many of them are crazy but Jesus is pretty great, a rabid shipper who’s too smart to lay out precisely which ships because of the wars, and an avid reader when she isn’t busy caretaking for some pretty ill folks.

You know. Unlabelable.