Flash Fiction – Song & Salacity

Beneath her fingers, Percie felt the spine of her book crack and peel. She wondered how many times she had read it, but the only sufficient answer she could arrive at was ‘not enough.’ Outside, a quiet night symphony was building. A light howl in the wind whispered desires through the air and crackled the crisp autumn leaves that dangled carelessly from branches, plotting their winter descent.

Book Review – A Blade So Black (L.L. McKinney)

Right tool for the right job in the right hands? Anything is possible.