One by One

 46th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning  I have made a new friend, I think. Whether she is one of Imorgan’s or not, only time will tell. The newly ordained Cardinal, for I have no doubt that while she may have skipped the public ceremonies, the official sanctification of her role was institutedContinue reading “One by One”

Have You Used a Pencil Today?

I love art. Some people want to relax on the beach all day, go to a concert, or spend the day at the mall. Not me. If the bookstore is closed, take me to a museum. Better yet, drop me off at a starving artist’s boardwalk. Oh, and don’t wait up. I’ll be back sometimeContinue reading “Have You Used a Pencil Today?”

A Vow Remembered

45th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning I awoke to the sound of scuffles, words or thoughts I know not which, trudging past, too weary to veer from the path they began. Once the confusion faded, a faint stripe of filtered light pushed back the darkness. I whispered the prayer of thanksgiving. IContinue reading “A Vow Remembered”

Female Character Spotlight: Adora Belle Dearheart

Ever read a fantasy book, or any book for that matter, that left you scratching your head wondering if the writer had ever met a living, breathing female in his life? We’ve come a long way in the literary world, but some women (especially in some genres) are still portrayed as superficial sex objects whose soleContinue reading “Female Character Spotlight: Adora Belle Dearheart”

Awaiting Judgment

43rd Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Ten days have passed since I walked out the temple doors, down the steps, and past the throng of desperately sick victims in the street. Without a backward glance, with the lad Barly on my right and quiet Noreen on my left, we left the otherContinue reading “Awaiting Judgment”

Leavetaking

39th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Overcome with a bittersweet spirit, I write these words knowing they might be my last for a time. The temple and the bells of forgiveness continue to chime and I fear I can no longer in good conscience delay the matter further. I had originally thoughtContinue reading “Leavetaking”

Penance and Offerings

36th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years after Mourning The larders are haunted. Spirits, they say, and wraiths! The children here do not need lessons on death; they are familiar with that journey. Nevertheless, I have reminded them of your promises, Sisters. We read the descriptions of paradise in the holy book. We recite theContinue reading “Penance and Offerings”

A Thousand Times Over

34th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning I have killed a man. Today, I have served as judge and executioner. As I sit here, confessing yet again for my crime, I have discovered what darkness hides within the blood of humans. What evil lurks within our souls! My hands shake, the beat ofContinue reading “A Thousand Times Over”

5 Tips to Weave a Little Madness into Your Writing

To combat the summer madness, a couple of days ago my husband bought me a new game. Other than Civilization and The Sims, I haven’t played much of anything over the past year. When I had free time, I wrote, researched or read books. When I didn’t, I focused on the kids. It was asContinue reading “5 Tips to Weave a Little Madness into Your Writing”

The Future is a Lie

The 31st Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning The superstitions are wrong; the whispered rumors false. The future awaiting us is a lie. Sisters, with your grace leading me, I have once again discerned the truth. The rancid claws of demons embedded deep within our flesh are nothing more than petty thieves. Hope,Continue reading “The Future is a Lie”