Back when we released the first of our Shadow Conspiracy anthologies, we ran a spoof April Fool’s Day sendup, Zombie View News. It included a blurb about my genesis story, “The Accumulating Man” . It read, in part: “I have … Continue reading
Moonstone Shadows Crystal Magic 7 by Patricia Rice Hannah Simon holds the library of her ancestors in her head, but she’s in danger of losing her steel-trap mind along with the information it holds. Her only hope is a legendary … Continue reading
My parents bought the Barn in 1958. I know this for a number of reasons–mostly documentation I have from when it was transferred (along with a voluminous paper trail) to me in the 1990s. But I have one memento where … Continue reading
”Crime doesn’t pay…enough” is the motto of Mystery Writers of America (MWA), an organization I joined after the publication of my debut mystery-adventure novel, THE ANTIQUITIES HUNTER (from Pegasus Crime). The first thing I discovered about MWA was that it … Continue reading
CONFESSIONS OF A PIANO DEMON Artistic Demons 2 by Irene Radford Music defines Margot Tremayne’s soul. She thinks best when her hands caress a piano keyboard, but all music eludes her since a demon crushed her hands on the eve … Continue reading
I have been reminded that I promised my reader more about Washington DC Omni Shoreham Hotel “Ghost Suite”. So, despite my poor record-keeping, here is Part 2. The story goes, according to the hotel flier, that shortly after 1933 when … Continue reading
As best I can figure it, my parents bought the Barn when I was not-quite 5. What they bought was a sturdy, shabby Victorian farmhouse, a double barn (two barns built together, one old enough to have pegged joints, the … Continue reading
Sunborn The Chaos Chronicles 4 by Jeffrey A. Carver Stars are dying. Bandicut and his friends must learn what threatens the Starmaker Nebula–and confront a billion-year-old adversary of life as they know it. John Bandicut and his companions are summoned … Continue reading
Our river is the color of chocolate milk, with a glint of pale green, like mint streaks in the chocolate. On the opposite bank a concrete wall rises, concealing the hypnotic line of cars heading north and south on I5. … Continue reading
When I was a kid, stories were short. We read short stories in class. Novels were short. Series were rare, and those tended to deposit the main characters back to ground zero, exactly as television did. Since there was no … Continue reading
