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From Roots and Wings, book two of the Not the Same River series. A vaewolf turns up at the priory. Stupid vaewolf. *** “Don’t look,” said Seth, because Archer was already turning around. “Just pretend we’re still talking.” Archer made a good effort, but Amethyst looked kind of constipated. “How many?” Daniel whispered. “One, I... Continue Reading →
Cascadence of Truth is book six of the Not The Same River series. This is part of an early scene from the first draft. When you get home all sweaty from training and there's a perfectly turned out archangel begging for a favour ... *** When I got home from training, Uriel was waiting for... Continue Reading →
From Legacies Unmasked, book 5 of Not the Same River. *** A multicoloured girl sat on a multicoloured sofa, watching us. As we fanned out, Albert towards a shelf of tiny painted soldiers, Lucifer towards a giant, wind-up snow globe, and me towards the windows to figure out where the light came from, the multicoloured... Continue Reading →
This is part of the first scene from Of Blood and Oil, book 3 of the Not the Same River series. Violet's sister has gone missing, and the only clue is a shrine dedicated to a dead person filled with photos of them looking not-so-dead on the London Underground. *** That’s what we were doing... Continue Reading →
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 →
“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 →
“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 →
“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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