A Brief Note… I started The Bloodlines of Rollinsford when I was fifteen, sitting in an empty classroom as I…
Continued from Childhood’s End: A Bloodlines of Rollinsford Story, Pt. 2… Dad had always come in through the garage door,…
Continued from Childhood’s End: A Bloodlines Story, Pt. 1… Dirk woke from a nightmare where he’d found his parents in…
This story is for my daughter, Everly. I’m surprised it’s taken me this long to write something for the two…
I was sitting down to dinner with my family when the alert came. Outside the sun-bleached volcanic rocks of Coco…
A Quick Note: Fresh Water From Ben Gile Pond was my first book ever released in print. If you’ve been…
Nuclear bombs. That’s what the news had said… right? They’d hit Concord and Portsmouth. Or had that just been Dad…
The world softened around her as she retreated into her mind. She paid no attention to her pace or fatigue…
The road reaching toward UNH was broken only by a small rotary. To its left a road branched off toward…
Andersen’s limp was much worse than Elizabeth originally observed. He said nothing as she assisted him around the display case…