Nine days. That was how long she sat on the throne she'd been forced into, how long she had held all the power and none of it. Each night she had woken in a sweat, knowing that it could all only end one way. There had been one moment, sitting beside her husband, when it... Continue Reading →
The two men pulled over next to the little diner, the blue neon dancing over the hood of their car. The taller man looked up at the sign. Patriots. "Our contact has a sense of humour," he muttered as they went inside, carrying black briefcases. The contact was waiting for them: a small, nervous-looking man with... Continue Reading →
Well, I've been in both a reading and writing slump lately. And I decided it's a lot easier to break the reading slump than writing slump. So I picked up The Taxidermist's Daughter, which I previously mentioned as a book on my to-read list simply because I like the cover. Will I review it? Maybe. But I tend... Continue Reading →
We've all been there, wanting to write a period piece of some sort and deciding to do some preliminary research to make sure the story feels accurate to the time, or at least believably historical. So let's say we have an author, call him John Smith, who wants to write a historical fiction novel on... Continue Reading →
