. . . other than being very young. When mother finally peeled the bandage off, she turned my wrist this way and that, clucking her tongue. “Now that’s a proper… Read more I don’t remember much about the wounding . . . →
“Silent as the grave” doesn’t seem to apply to Brin. You’d think a ghost as old as him would be tired of his own voice by now. #1linewed Topic: “Noise”… Read more I open my eyes, giving up on sleep . . . →
Welcome to my life. I am researching and writing my next book, which is based on the gods of ancient Ireland – the Tuatha Dé Danann, to be specific –… Read more When Irish Ears Are Smiling →
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