Fog crawled from the ocean up to where she stood, eagerly lapping at her bare feet. She scanned the moon with its ominous ring and back again to her own reflection in the mirror she held in trembling hands. The eerie light cast in a perfect ring from both face and globe were identical. This was a sign that could not be denied was meant for her and her alone. (Midnight Omen Deja vu, 2nd edition)
A Writer's LIfe
Back in Time
Excerpt - Midnight Omen Deja vu
Books are the Stairway to the Imagination
"Life may not be the party we hoped for but while we are here, we might as well dance!"
Full Honey Moon
Palm Bloom Moment