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What follows is from Cascadence of Truth, the sixth and final book of the not*the*same*river series. The series features angels, demons, vampires, werewolves, vaewolves and other vae breeds. Context: Violet is hungover after Caleb's birthday. She is ambushed by un/holy task force, Cascade, who were refused entry to her house. She is not at her... Continue Reading →
This is a partial scene from The Lion & The Wolf, a short-ish story set in 1795, based on the same lore as the Not the Same River series. It is 100% back story. I'd written a tonne of notes about this pairing and really wanted to tell their story. I'm so glad I decided... Continue Reading →
“Go back there. Retrace your pain. Own every footstep as you face down your scars. Do it, Violet. Your orders will be waiting when you are done.” From Cascadence of Truth, book 6 of the Not the Same River series. Jet will have his own story in the No Good Comes series (Pinterest board here)... Continue Reading →
“That’s not a sandwich,” I said. “You’ve shown a preference for freshly-culled squirrel lately.” This is the first scene from the first draft of No Good Comes which will be a series. Each book will focus on different characters, some of whom will be familiar from my other books. Eventually. This is a spin-off from... Continue Reading →
I’m not ready for Camp NaNoWriMo, but I’m going for it anyway. I’ve given myself a target of 30K again, but I doubt I’ll stick to one project. I’ve been wavering for weeks and I’m no closer to a decision, even though I wrote 4K words of notes today. These are the projects I'll be... Continue Reading →
“We manifest as men,” said Michael, “because there has never been a time when it was favourable to manifest as women.” A scene from Moonstruck Consent, book 4 of the not*the*same*river series. *** I was curled up in my favourite armchair by the empty fireplace in the drawing room, my back to the voices stirring... Continue Reading →
On religious paintings ... Lucifer: At least I'm wearing some clothes in this one. Michael: Alas, I'm still dressed as a ballerina. A scene from Roots and Wings, book 2 of the not*the*same*river series. *** “I thought you had horns,” said Ezra. Lucifer looked at him, presumably assessing whether it was a serious observation. “I’m... Continue Reading →
He ignored the face one, picking up the nude. “Oh my god, is that what my knob looks like when I’m dead?” This is a first draft partial scene (currently scene 18) from No Good Comes. Stephen King is now Theodore Eidolon. Erin's POV. *** “It’s Saturday, for god’s sake. Don’t you people have homes... Continue Reading →
“Who the hell are you?” The Irish voice came from behind us, and we all spun to see the dark-haired guy standing outside the kitchen doorway in his boxers, t-shirt and socks. He had a box of rice krispies in one hand and an upturned beer bottle like it was a weapon in the other.... Continue Reading →
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