Every Tuesday I take a small chunk of something Iâ€™m working on â€“ fantasy, mystery, mainstream, whateverâ€¦ and post it. Â No titles, no other info, utterly random.
There will be no prizes for nitpicking typos: all teases are from works in progress, which means typos are a natural side-effect of production.
The girl I was is long-gone, given over to the hint of grey, the ache in a knee, the faintest tremor in a hand.Â A job that will get me killed.
My tia says that the day I was born, I was given gifts. How I used them, that was my decision.Â Every skill, every sense, every moment of training, only to reach this point, following some summons away from everything civilized, to breathe red dust and starlight.