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The Art of Lifelines

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Everyone knows them: a friend or family member who cannot stop talking about this singer or that painting or whichever books. They sing praise and gush over its details to no end, while you gaze at them in bewilderment and wonder which of their screws came loose.

That, my friends, is the effect of art.

“But my sister is a Justin Bieber fan. That’s not art!”

Well, that depends on how you define ‘art’.

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“After the Happily Ever After” – Anthology

Newly Published

Hot off the press! A nice new publication is coming up, because Transmundane’s latest short story anthology includes my short story The Thin Blue Breadcrumb Trail! 

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After The Happily Ever After

The curtain doesn’t fall once love is recognized or evil is vanquished. Wicked stepsisters, malevolent rulers, and hideous creatures still have lives after their sinister roles play out; heroes, lovers, and dreamers often find their victories lead to more troubles.

Within these pages are more than seventy continuations, retellings, and eldritch stories that explore the dark forests, magical castles, and grotesque monsters After the Happily Ever After.

Transmundanepress.com

Update: The book is now available on Amazon.

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Short Story: “Directions”

Res Arcana: The Advent of Choice - Short StoryShort story to celebrate the release of my book Res Arcana: The Advent of Choice.
“Directions”

The saturated soil squelched under his feet and mosquitoes buzzed around his head. He tried to ignore them and focused on the nigh on invisible path instead. These marshes were treacherous under the best of circumstances. What had possessed him to cross them with less than a full day’s light ahead and after heavy rains, he couldn’t say, but he cursed himself for it.

Before every step he prodded the swamp ahead with his long walking stick, searching for the next bank of solid ground. More often than not, however, the tip of the stick sank so deeply under its own weight that he dared not use it for support, even when he was about to lose his balance. If he fell, he might not be able to get up again.