And if we start counting the bones you’ve cracked or broken…” “Ach, away—I’ve never broken anything important; just the odd finger. Maybe a rib, here or there.” “And your sternum and your left kneecap.” He made a dismissive Scottish noise, but didn’t argue. We stood for...
I’ve turned in my story for Shapers of Worlds Volume V, edited by Edward Willett. “The Bones of Heroes” is a sword and sorcery tale set in Valkura, which was introduced in some of my Shared World stories. I hope you’ll dig it. I especially hope the patron who backed the Tucker...
Praise for the Dinah Pelerin Series “Jeanne Matthews’Bones of Contentionhas it all: clever plotting, corkscrew twists, and lively, entertaining characters. And then there’s the bonus of the Australian locale—and lingo—both of which are laid out for us with verve and wit.” ...
but one day the human species went through a surreal mutation where babies started being born with delicate hollow glass bodies with no flesh or bones or anything holding them together but their thin delicate exoskeleton. They shatter whenever they fall down or are touched too firmly. Even a mo...
and Award winning Whispered the Bones (mystery–available ONLY to Birthday club members!) 📖 bible study line Her Bible Study line is currently available as a podcast: Grace and Mercy Podcast. Also, the Writing on the Wall video series and teaching series About the Author Darlene N. Böcek...
Baubles from Bones,Issue #2,September, 2024 Novelette This is a story that had been shortlisted for the Baen Fantasy Adventure Award many years back, but which finally made print in this new magazine dedicated to cool fantastic fiction. This story is a favorite of mine and I feel it deserve...
“I don’t think you’ve broken any bones, but you’ve a nasty sprain.” “You sound experienced at this sort of thing.” “I come to the rescue of any wounded animal,” she said, arching her brows. “Dogs, cats, birds.” “Men,” he finished for her. “No,” she said pert...
For those not aware of the history of this haunted hamlet, here are the bare bones. Built opposite the church and completed in 1863, the sprawling rectory was commissioned by the Reverend Henry Bull. It was an ordinary-looking – many say ugly, though I think that’s a little unfair –...
Instead, I’m going to devote today’s post to a whole raft of genuinely tiny writing gaffes that set professional readers’ teeth on edge. “But Anne,” some of you point out, and rightly so, “isn’t that what you’ve been doing throughout this series? We’ve been talking for a...
Her cheeks were pink over the bones. She carried, passed in masculine style between two buttons of her bodice, eye-glasses of tortoise-shell. Quite a sensuous means of tipping the reader off that she’s a fellow reader, isn’t it? Two paragraphs later, we hear her speak for the first...