I hope you’re well and managing to keep safely occupied. This month, I’ve been putting The Diamond Device (my current work-in-progress) through a beta read, as well as exploring ideas for my next writing project. Am currently bouncing around between a SF murder mystery, a straightforward fantasy and a rather pulpy sword and sorcery. It probably means I’ll end up going for something else completely. Maybe it’s time to revisit the world of A Quiet Rebellion, although I’ll only write more stories there if the characters are keen on it. If you’ve read the books, are there any characters you’d like to see in new adventures?
Lots of book reviews to catch up on since I last posted a batch.
Tacitus: Gentleman to Heroes by Robert Casselberry
Death in a Scarlet Gown by Lexie Conyngham
Sapphire & Lotus by Audrey Faye and Shae Geary
Serendipity’s Tide by L. Shelby
The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison
The Pale Horse by Agatha Christie
The Madness Project by J. Leigh Bralick
Fallen into the Pit by Ellis Peters
The Tell All by Libby Howard
Shadows of Athens by J. M. Alvey
And here are a few very short stories from December and January.
“Another dead ‘un!” screeched Mother. “Smashed at the foot of the tower.”
“Oh dear. Shampoo, please.”
“Bulging eyes, bruised neck. And a broken ladder.”
“Wring your hair out, Rapunzel. And keep your window shuttered. Don’t want you catching cold.”
“No body?” asked the detective.
“We don’t know where he is.” The circus master sighed.
The detective rolled his eyes. “Do I hear you right? You can’t even tell me whether it’s a missing person case or a murder investigation? What was his job?”
Jake choked on his drink. “You can’t have seen a unicorn! They’re extinct.”
“I know what I saw,” said Ben. “It turned into a man and slipped away.”
“Be like that!” Ben stomped out.
Jake rubbed a scar on his forehead and sighed. Another witness to silence.
I stare through the glass. Grubby fingermarks obscure my view of the bracelet. My hands tremble. Sweat breaks out on my brow.
A latent compulsion, therapists say. Don’t give in. Easy advice to give.
I. Cannot. Resist.
Sighing, I fetch the window cleaning spray.
Breath puffing in the cold air, I reach further in. My numb fingers trace the outline of a box.
I grin in triumph. The last of the summer ice cream. Time to disinter it from the freezer.