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…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 19… _________________________________________ Elizabeth managed the first few steps, watching in the lamplight as the…
It’s been quite the hiatus as I wrapped work on the Topaz re-issue and The Estafru Messiah, but I’ve finally…
Andersen was uncharacteristically quiet and reserved the remainder of their trek that morning. For a time Elizabeth wondered if she’d…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 16… ________________________________________ Voices poked through the darkness the closer they drew toward the shanty…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 15… ________________________________________ They left that night, though Elizabeth wondered if Andersen was pushing himself…