“I don’t want to talk about my parents, OK?” I take a forkful of linguine and chase it with wine. This reporter is already getting…
Category: Fiction
Thrum (WIP Excerpt): Saul’s Song
“Perhaps you could sing us a song,” said Emma to Saul. Saul frowned and stared at the girl. “Saul’s work is the needle, child,” said…
Thrum: Excerpt – The Mourning
The men stood apart for a moment listening to Emma speak. Marrell lay still, blood oozing out of his wounds. Will slogged forward carefully, his…
WIP Excerpt: Thrum
My current “discovery writing” project.