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I would have to admit that my road to the publication of The Shaman and the Rose was anything but average. The framework of the novel came about from two self-published titles where I explored the depths of Dante’s Inferno. Those first two books were a valuable learning experience. The most important lesson that I was taught was that as an author I had a great deal to learn about publishing and writing. I discovered that working with an editor can be a godsend to any writer. My editor opened my… Continue

It was a dark and stormy night and hunger gripped my soul like a ravenous dog. Sounds drifted by from the darkened town below; noises of discordant jazz and decadence. I viewed the dimming light from my perch on the hill crest. Slowly I descended across the wet grass, down the embankment and toward what waited on deserted streets.
I resisted the ghost of lust, the spirit of my starvation for the sake of my damned soul but no longer for the hunger was upon me as strongly as any demon or beast. Mo… Continue

Death threw back her long dark hair and laughed an icy laugh. Her jade eyes met the yellows of the wolf, her lips drawn into a sharp frown. Skool regarded the beauty of Death, of the goddess, Nox, until the chill that gripped his soul made him yowl.
“Is it my role you wish to learn or the fate of the players? Do you fear your own demise, great wolf?”
Skool craned his neck and stared at the river of life, flowing peacefully through Death’s glen. The wolf roared and the minions of Death spun brief… Continue

I must state that I did not come up with this idea but at this point?
We're going to promote my last effort as the worse selling book in publishing history. We are going to find which titles truly bombed in the industry and then do an online interview with me and work the promo along the lines of why some books sell and some don't. The other author doing this will examine my book and we'll deal with what went wrong on various levels. I've sunk close to 4000 into this self-published title with ma… Continue

an angel from gehenna
laid shivering by my feet
blonde and young
breathing frost
I pulled her to me
gave her the last of my warmth
and we laid there, seemingly forever
blanketed by one another
blessed by eternity



We told the keeper of our plight
and he set us upon a bus, on earth
I carried my wares and a deep love for this angel
But angels from Gehenna never last
and she told me that she had to leave for Europe
I remember weeping at her news
pleading with her to stay

But angels from Gehenna… Continue