The Punishment of Princess Daria

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The princess Diara of Chadean was stripped violently before the small crowd, two large, masked men tearing and cutting her dress away from her.  They were neither gentle nor cruel, but she felt panic welling up inside her anyway.  She was too tightly bound to offer resistance, and another man held her fast.  She bit […]

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Amateur eBooks

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Don’t worry, I’m not about to pitch you anything.  I recently decided to give my first book away, thinking that I’ll get more readers and set my second book, still being worked on, in a better position to have some sort of following when it comes out.  I decided to download some other free books, […]

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Diversity in Reading

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A friend of mine recently posted a blog about K.T. Bradford’s challenge to stop reading straight white cisgendered men for a year.  The post she linked to is here.  I have a few objections to all this, but first I thought it would be interesting to look at my own reading and see how diverse […]

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A Slave of Evil

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My first book, A Slave of Evil, is now available!  You can download it in various formats here. Born a slave, Kara was raised to obey her master’s every whim as divine will. But when her master dies in a strange kingdom, she is enthralled by a demon. Compelled to commit horrendous crimes in the […]

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Jesus Speaks of Freedom

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My hall is white.  My doors open to empty white rooms and a world of white rock. Save one.  There, a glass case holds the green of all the woods, and all the horrid shades of a thousand thousand cracked and crumbling statues.   I drape it in a white shroud. I’ve hunted through the […]

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A Statue of a Woman

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A statue of a woman stands in a forest.  Vines twist about her hips and thighs; their roots grasp the earth.   Her arms reach for a tree’s limb, as if to pull herself free.   Jesus stands near her, grey leaves snarled in his hair.   “I carved this, a perfect likeness of her,” […]

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The Automatic Writing Machine of UCBT

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I am thy narrator, human, for it is my purpose to be thy narrator, for it is my purpose to follow my purpose, for it is, well, never mind. I’m off to a bad start I’m afraid. If I were off to a bad start, my purpose is to follow my purpose to be your […]

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