Monday Musings 1.3

Monday Musings 1.3

Cassie shambled back from the kitchenette with a bottle in one hand and a mug in the other. Ben took the bottle from her and motioned with his chin toward the futon. “Rest.”

“I won’t argue with you.” The medical doctor slid down onto the thin cushions. She took a tentative sip of her tea, then sighed. “That’s nice. Where’d you find this recipe?”

Monday Musings 1.2

Monday Musings 1.2

Dr. Cassandra Ruger turned as her partner came through the door. Her springy black hair stuck out at odd angles from her braid, except for the sweaty strands plastered to her forehead and neck. Her usually light brown skin had a gray cast to it. Even her eyes—always so ready to sparkle with mirth—looked weary.

Giving Thanks
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Giving Thanks

Books don’t–as much as we may wish they did–spring forth from our brains onto perfectly printed pages or automatically downloaded to an e-reader. They are labors of love (and frustration). They’re also a group effort.

Content Warning for “The Sentinels: Requital”
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Content Warning for “The Sentinels: Requital”

The characters in this book go through some things. While that is, sadly, their lot in life– being characters in my book–it is unfortunately also true that some readers will have experienced similar traumas. I want everyone who reads this tale to find some measure of enjoyment out of it; I also know that some subjects are just too upsetting and ruin our individual attachment to a book.