Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I squeeze his hand a little tighter, but I can feel the heat starting in the corners of my eyes and a lump forming in my throat. “I’m...

“Sabrine you must pay attention child! How do you expect to be able to lead the family if you can’t even concentrate on what I am telling...

My father likes to walk the gardens behind the Temple of Astridore shirtless in the summer and I remember sitting under a eucalyptus tree...

“So what happens now?” I ask. Even though King Cadeyrn said I wasn’t going to die, I assume that any sort of trial will result in a...

“Sabrine!” I hear my name echo around the bowl of the outdoor auditorium on the east side of the city, and so I twist my torso to watch...

Aunt Irene sent me to the market for cloth, and I used the excuse to escape the del Fee Manor for as long as possible. I was avoiding the...

The first time I heard Astridore’s voice was the night the Temple burned. My Yiayia, great grandmother Hildegard brought me to the room...

This will begin a series of posts with the same name. I'm currently working on a series of manuscripts on varying topics and plot lines....

Tequila is a bad idea. That is not say Tequila is not fun. Nothing stops a night of Drunk Shakespeare, not even Sierra somehow acquiring...

Demons live beneath my bed, their dry-rot fingers snatching half formed phrases tumbling from my mouth like snores. Taking half-finished...