...but you can never leave. I'll admit, I should have done more research on Steemit before I set up an account. If I had, I would never have joined the site. Live and learn. I had some friends who seemed

Here is the completed Bad Dreams & Broken Hearts 01: “I know who you really are.” 02: “It's not that unusual, you know.” 03: “They don't cut off your head and fill your mouth with garlic anymore.”

I was at Candi's again, drinking cider and watching the city lights winking below me. She walked out onto the roof in a red velvet sheath dress that turned heads and took the seat across from me without

Tak made a quick gesture and the fireball fizzled, like a match dropped into a puddle. “That's a new trick,” he said, smiling, “But then, you were always such a clever girl.” Showing guns and badges, the

One thirty in the afternoon and we were finally on the move. It had been a tense day. Marji had spent most of it on the phone, talking with everyone she knew who was even vaguely connected with law enforcement

Just after dawn I walked out the front door in my flesh and blood. I saw the car that Marji's friend had sent right away—they weren't making any effort to be subtle. Long black touring car, with two guys

At the gatehouse to Summerisle we stopped for Marji to tell the guards that she would be expecting some contractors. Then when we got to the house she went down to the bedroom to make calls while Jake

I sent Karin on ahead to her body while I waited with the firespiders. Jake opened the doors for me and I sent them back into their pens. They were amazingly well-behaved and I wondered how they had been

That I haven't posted a link to my Amazon page. Here you can find my previously published work, my four novel series and a number of collections in which my short fiction has appeared. Misha Burnett on

We came out of the mist of the dreamsea into Verdemaire's deep cobalt sky, the clear waters far below a perfect blue mirror. I had brought us in high, wanting Karin to be able to get a good look at the

For those of you who are following the adventures of Sam Jackknife and his friends, I have some good news. The story has an ending. I feel like I can admit now that it didn't when I first started posting

On the way back home I stopped for a bag of hot pretzels from a street vendor. I walked slowly, thinking over my conversation with the Lord Mayor. I was going to have to tell Marji about the offer of clemency

When we got to the station house they had the jail surgeon check out my arms. Naturally, he didn't find anything, so I explained that officer saw the kid's blood on me and assumed it had been mine, and

So, I've posted fourteen chapters of a novel on this site and I've found that two of the chapters seem to be getting a lot of traffic while the others ones are not. I'm certainly happy that people are

I thought I did fairly well with breakfast, considering that I didn't know the Karnes' kitchen and it wasn't that well stocked—I got the feeling they ate out most nights. But I managed omelets and if the

Oneiroi is the general term for inhabitants of Nightmare. First there is Grimm, the Hunger Wolf, the eldest, who rules over Nivose, called also the Empty Quarter. His subjects are called morauxe. Singular

Marji and Karin had disposed of the food and cleaned up the papers and were ready to go. We went down to Jake's car. Marji got in front with Jake automatically, so I sat with Karin in the back. We looked

“Okay,” I said, “can you tell me about this dream you had?” Karin looked down at her hands. “I was just drifting off to sleep and I was thinking about what I had to do in the morning.” A look up at Marji.

Jake went to the wall of switches and flipped several. The red beams of light went out. Karin was lying curled on the floor. I wanted to take a closer look at her. There weren't any chairs, so I sat on

Jake pulled out yet another gizmo and held it out. It looked like a compass, but I knew that compasses don't work in Nightmare. No magnetic fields. Whatever Jake's gizmo detected, it pointed down the hallway