.............................Free Reads
Fey Touched Teaser by Erin Zarro
A Hunter discovers something impossible.
Introducing Captain's Boy by KD Sarge
The first chapter of Captain's Boy.
.............For You...............
A Bargain Beyond by Kit Campbell
Probable death is always more attractive than certain death
Warped by Erin Zarro
Andi never liked "The Bachelor"
From Us............................
Poetry of Love by Erin Zarro
Poems. About love.
A Debt Reclaimed by KD Sarge
In a war-torn city, Eve Marcori finds an old friend and a new charge.
Oh! That Glorious Time of Year
Like Siri, I have fond thoughts about this time of year. Not just because hints of autumn are starting to show up, and there's the promise of hot chocolate and golden leaves and peppermint-flavored drinks. Not just because it's back to school time and I can hoard notebooks for cheap.
But because it is library book sale time.
Time to Hit the Books
Happy September! Here in Toronto, Canada, we've just come off a sweltering Labour Day long weekend...but even still, whenever the wind blew, there was the faintest of chills in the air. Autumn is coming. The biggest sign of this: all across Canada, Labour Day means back to school.
Mind you, nobody in my household actually attends or works at a school. But I've never lost the sense that September marks a new year, a new beginning. (I celebrate January 1, too. Why not have an opportunity for two fresh starts a year?) Now is the time to step out of vacation mode (or "spend the glorious summer weekends pretending you're on vacation" mode, as the case may be) and move into Getting Stuff Done.
When the World Was Young
When the World Was Young
by Kit Campbell
In the early days, when the sky was clear and we were still part of nature, there were no mountains and no valleys. The world was flat and unmarked, unscathed by the passage of time. The first people spent their days next to quiet rivers and hunted across verdant plains, and life was peaceful and meaningful.
I know what you are expecting, child. You are expecting a classic creation myth, full of gods and the forces of nature, pulling at the land and mankind until what we know now comes into existence. This is not that sort of story. Oh, I wish it were, but alas, our past cannot be explained away so easily.
In those days, we had few cares. We hunted and scavenged when hungry. We slept when tired. We admired the scenery around us and, at night, watched the streaking of the stars across the sky. In the winter we gathered together for warmth, and in the summer we lay out in the flowers.
Who can say when things began to change? Who can say when exactly it was that they came?