He stood on the shore, the full moon’s light shattering into pearl fragments on the ocean’s black face. Sylvia, his darling wife—where in the vast waters had her ashes drifted? Three years had passed since the small and huddled service at the end of the rickety pier, a tinny rendition of “The Saints Go Marching…
Throwback Thursday | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “To Sing Which Tune” by Heidi C. Vlach
They would never hurt anyone, the stories said. Sirens ate only fish and spoke only music, and they rescued lost sailors and drowning people, and they taught ducklings to swim. The sirens, the graceful bird-folk, were friends to everyone who respected their waters. Helen knew all of that to be true—not the more excessively romanticized…
Throwback Thursday | An ON FIRE Excerpt: “Chrysopoeia” by Megan Dorei
At 9:09 a.m., the lab exploded. Ayden had been monitored so closely for so long that she kept track of the clock. She allowed herself one final glimpse of it before she destroyed everything. For nostalgia’s sake. The morning was mild aside from the blazing rubble, the sky silk and lavender, the sun a vague…
Throwback Thursday | An AFTER THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER Excerpt: “Need to be Apart” by Jody Sollazzo
Don’t forget that AFTER THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER is half off for the rest of December to celebrate with Enchanted Quill Press during their Festive Fairytale Celebration! Enter to win a $100 Amazon gift card and check out all of the books and authors who made the giveaway possible. And now, for our regularly…
Festive Fairytale & Fantasy Book Fair |AFTER THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER December Sale
AFTER THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER is half off for the rest of December to celebrate with Enchanted Quill Press during their Festive Fairytale Celebration! Enter to win a $100 Amazon gift card and check out all of the books and authors who made the giveaway possible. And here’s a bonus excerpt for our Throwback Thursday…
Throwback Thursday | An UNDERWATER Excerpt: “Mischa and the Mermaid” by Adrik Kemp
Mischa knelt beside the rock pool, staring through the reflecting sky on the surface to the microcosm of underwater activity beneath. A crab’s claws gleamed in the darkness of a crevasse and tendrils of anemone floated around, capturing tiny fish that Mischa could barely see. He leaned in a little closer and planted his hands…
Throwback Thursday | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “Bullman” by Anthony S. Buoni
Smiling, she lowered the phone. He started telling her about his last game winning home run when her expression faded. She sighed. Theo tensed. He didn’t want to blow his shot. “What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to keep his voice from wavering. She motioned with her eyes. “Your loser friends are gracing us with their…
Throwback Thursday | An ON FIRE Excerpt: “Mysteries of the Dragon” by Jean Roberta
When the land is dry, fire is an angry god to be appeased with prayers and sacrifice. Rain learned this when she was a little girl in the Garden of Misbegotten Children. A visiting priest taught all the children and their caretakers how human sin in the First Age had made the Great Dragon so…
Throwback Thursday | An AFTER THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER Excerpt: “Little Red Hunting Hood” by M. T. DeSantis
Seriously, this basket gets heavier every time. I enter grandmother’s cottage without knocking. Ten years ago, when I started bringing her food, she told me to just come in. I don’t argue with grandma, and it’s a good thing, considering what happened with the wolf. “Grandma.” I place the basket on the kitchen table. The…
Throwback Thursday | An UNDERWATER Excerpt: “Diluvium” by Anthony S. Buoni
“How deep is it?” “Here it’s about…seventeen—maybe twenty feet. As we get closer to Canal Street, that number decreases. New Orleans is…was shaped like a cereal bowel. The Vieux Carré was built on the high ground before the levee system, better protecting the French Quarter from floodwaters. Problem is the city is constantly sinking, even…
Throwback Thursday | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “Apotheosis” by Rebecca Lynch
The moment Dominick Chance opened his eyes he understood that he numbered among the dead. A slight twinge echoed in his neck; a remnant of his fatal injury. He shot half off the plush bed he reclined in, looked around in a panic, and prayed Sophie survived the wreck. Not seeing her anywhere went halfway…
Throwback Thursday | An ON FIRE Excerpt: “Fire Night” by J. Lee Strickland
I’ll go now to the well. That’s next, like every day. Water no less wet that William’s gone, and drinking no less necessary that no pleasure gives. That plate there on the sideboard needs a rinse and, too, the spoon, like every day. Tiarella takes the two oak buckets and their yoke from the low shelf…
