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Notte’s Many Names

“I am The Mortal’s Doom, and before your mother shed her first infant tears onto the soil of the old world, I was.”

WIP: Solomon’s Choice

I see two Merits, briefly. While the possibilities for such a thing are lovely, it strikes me as wise not to comment on it.

WIP: Solomon’s Choice

I’ve never seen children among the Mythos before.

I know now why we were never allowed to see them.

Beloved, Notte by Ruthanne Reid

The City of Az’Kabek

It sounds like exaggeration, does it not? I was there, and it is still difficult to credit.

WIP: Boy, Is She Persistent

She guided me – taught me, which by design should not have been possible – to never kill children, to avoid the unwisdom of well-armed cities. She
taught me, friend, to stop before my prey would die.

WIP: Notte Finds Peace

I had discovered a state of existence other than hunger, and I wanted more. Tranquility spins a siren-song of its own.

WIP: For Daws to Peck At

They did not grow old. They never knew illness. They could be injured, but they healed, and they never simply lingered. All this was why Jonathan made no sense.

WIP: For Daws to Peck At

Just a sample from a new story I’m working on. (Context? What’s that?) This was amazing food. All of it was amazing food, Gordon Ramsay worthy, and she had to remind herself not to swallow just in case she hadn’t caught the bad things. There were a lot of bad things. It wasn’t every other …

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Unnamed Story With Gray: Snippet

That power. Lips could lie but power could not.

I was in a van with Robin Goodfellow
and some Shadow’s Breath rando, and I had no idea where we were headed.

Notte Snippet: The Word of a Friend

We carried stories from town to town, transmitting parables like pathogens, connecting people via the thin threads of empathy and imagination who would otherwise never meet.

Beloved Notte (coming soon)

NaNoWriMo: The Salted Road

So many things seem eternal, seem, in the moment, to be without end and culturally permanent scars. The great flood; the memory of dragons; the knowledge that there are demons in the dark.

Beloved Notte (coming soon)

Notte Snippet

The tower was filled with breaking. Breaking wills, breaking minds, breaking cries. At every turn, every landing, even every stairwell, Saqalu draped and twisted, wings out, faces stretched, and if they were aware of me at all, they told me to run.

Beloved Notte (coming soon)

Notte Snippet for May, 2018

She sort of… skipped, boots barely touching the treacherous ground, keeping on her feet even as I slipped and staggered and relied solely on her grip to keep me on mine.

Great Big Snippet!

Book: No Place for Fey (working title) Genre: Paranormal Romance Warnings for some mild language and such. Enjoy! Kyle Engel had an unexpected office on the fortieth floor. Subtle incense wafted into the hall the moment he opened his door, which yielded to a handprint scanner. Inside, the carpet had been torn away, replaced by …

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