Books
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THE CHRISTMAS DRAGON
All Katie Lin wants is to get away from her family: from the magic, from the mayhem, and from the never-ending war.
Unfortunately, someone has other ideas, and sends her a box. A box that jumps.
STRINGS
He’s a runaway Fey prince in New York City. He feeds on love like some kind of vampire. He really doesn’t like people. Then a monster hunts him down in late-night Manhattan, ruins his vacation, and forces him into the fight of his life.
HALF-SHELL PROPHECIES
Frightened monsters. Stolen time. One seriously underestimated damsel.
Katie ran from the magical world years ago. She never planned on being dragged back in by a prophesying clamshell.
FOR DAWS TO PECK AT
How far would you go for a glimpse of the future?
Terrance, Liza, and Salome would do a lot, but family drama is never that simple – especially when the family is vampires.
THE SUNDERED
The world I know is flooded. You don’t go in the water. You don’t touch it. If you do, it gets you, drags you down, and you’re gone.
Short Stories
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This is Heading
Dr. Ranier Blood’s Arc
Weird
Court-appointed therapy doesn’t go quite the way Rapunzel thought it would.
Re: Dr. Ranier Blood; The Kin
Fingerprints
Rumors of her appear in the news, but who can credit tales of a pale little girl freezing things with a single, bloodied touch?
Re: Dr. Ranier Blood; The Kin
The Bread, The Harp, The Coil of Gold
“This is your test,” she says, and to my dismay, her voice carries the tinny echo of magic, a compelling power.
Not the usual conversation one has upon entering a magical psychologist’s office.
Re: Dr. Ranier Blood; The Kin
Stories of the Night Children
Civil Blood
Notte thought to hide from the world, to punish himself by being alone.
The world – including a power-hungry emperor – has other ideas.
Re: Notte; Ahmose; The Ever-Dying; The Night-Children
Expected
He’d always painted what he saw; these visions pushed him, bled out his eyes, and the only cure for augural blindness was to splatter it out in colors, shapes, forms.
Re: Jonathan; Seishirou; Ravena; Notte; The Night-Children
Every Good Servant
Years ago, Seishirou chose to disobey his maker for the sake of love. Years ago, Seishirou’s love knew exactly how it would play out. Today, the bill comes due – but that isn’t the end of his story.
Re: Seishirou; Ravena; Jonathan; Notte
Life and Death Holding Hands
He got away with it all. In the end, it was the damned cows that caught him.
Re: Terrance; Notte; The Night-Children
A Little Something Dark
He was the assassin, the executioner, the bringer of death for the Blood King. After all, Terrance understood death better than most.
Re: Terrance; Notte; The Night-Children
Storm
I can see the life leave you.w
You died for nothing.
Re: Terrance; Notte; The Night-Children
The Big Palooka
Flappers. Vampires. A thug who stole a necklace and a speak-easy with Jazz to die for.
Re: Salome; Notte; the Night-Children
A Hotel Room, a Knife, and a Bottle of Chardonnay
He can’t stop killing. He can’t be killed.
After the vents of Half-Shell Prophecies, Joshua finds himself adrift – and in the grip of the Beast.
Re: Joshua Run; Notte; the Night-Children
The Last Lullaby
Joshua Run is safe now, thanks to Notte – but saying goodbye to his former life is harder than saying goodbye to his humanity.
Re: Joshua Run; Notte; the Night-Children
Stories About the Fey
This Rough Magic I Here Abjure
The damned Throne takes my magic, stealing every last drop from birth to death. Rebellion is not rewarded, not even when you’re the heir.
Re: Grey; Mab; The Fey; The Throne
Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free
Before me stands the bedraggled crown prince of the Unseelie Fey. I pretend I do not see how desperately he hoped I’d invite him, and he pretends that he does not have bits of twig sticking out of his hair.
Re: Grey; Notte; The Fey; Terrance; The Night-Children
Stories of Psychopomps
A Form of Love
The soul had been flayed, shredded into suffering ribbons, and Death had to think carefully about how to handle it right.
Re: Hades; Death; Dis
Good Dog
Now, he knew what this place held. Monsters, magic leaves, things all meant to stop him and eat him and stop him and hurt him, and he wouldn’t be fooled again.
Re: Red; The Ever-Dying
Others Among the Mythos
Smile
A pretty lady always knows how to smile. (Flash fiction: 240 words)
Re: Flash Fiction; The Ever-Dying; Kalarastri
Hell of a Letter
Punish me, will you? Two can play this game. (Flash Fiction)
Re: Random
Ask Your Parents First
Just a story about magic, cereal boxes, and long-lost Mesoamerica gods. No, who am I kidding? It’s about a badass convenience store manager with a taser.
Re: The Ever-Dying; Random
Moths
The moths came when you left. (Flash Fiction)
Re: Random
Ghosts Don’t
Ghosts don’t mean to scare you. They just want you to know: it’s not over when the fat lady sings. (Free-form poem.)
Re: Random
BET
She’d won. She’d won! He had got it wrong, but she’d won. No way was she going to pass up collecting. Dis was nothing if not thorough.
Re: Random
More to come soon! I’m editing as quickly as I can. 🙂