The discovery of long lost forgotten objects of power create a wave of occult events that trigger a rebirth of magic in some of the descendants of once-powerful Witch-Warlock families. And their war begins… again. It all starts over Audrey, the bi-racial girl with tainted blood… who doesn’t know she could become the most powerful of them all.
COMING SPRING 2024 While only one has the word ‘journey’ in its title, each has been one for its author.…
Debut Romantasy author McKenna Foel is a widow who began writing when her husband and daughter were killed, and she left her 15-year position as a Targeting Analyst/Officer in the Intelligence Community.
In Kali’s Travels, I aim to help parents and guardians understand how scary it is for a little child to see their world packed up in boxes and their life uprooted. I hope these words will help explain to your little boy or girl what happens when we, as adults, are asked to move our families. This book shows them it is okay to be scared to move away from our homes and friends and that there will always be more exciting adventures in the next place filled with new friends, new places, and new memories to be made.
This book began as a poem I wrote while my husband was deployed through his first child’s first year. He struggled as he missed his son’s first words, first foods, first steps, and first birthday. While only seeing his son’s little world through photographs, he emotionally grappled to connect with him and become a father figure. In what I wrote, I hoped to capture all of the sentiments associated with military families—parents and children—when facing a deployment.
This project has aspects of a ‘true account—business—crime’ story. The victim was a highly decorated combat veteran who served in the US military for over 30 years.
The dead woman’s head rested on sheet music and a keyboard. Someone had arranged her long hair and swept it back from her face. The flower over her left ear… maybe was already there. The open eyes were sea green. When she was alive, they had depth and probably changed shade with shifting sunlight. Now, they were shallows, as still as shoal water over coastal muck. Her face… smooth, unlined. Not a hint of a life lived badly… but one that seemed hardly lived at all. “She wanted to sin, but she was too shy.”
Evening aged into night, and we found ourselves closer to each other. Two objects governed by a subtle sexual gravity pulled into orbit. A certainty just as sure as the autumn moon, seen through the windows, circled our world. Barcelona on one–unforgettable–night.
Dream On started. I was at the kitchen counter, making sandwiches. “Do you like this song?” I asked my two youngest—twin—daughters. Alpha and…
I’m often asked, “What does creative nonfiction mean?” As a good writer understands… it’s best to ‘show’ not ‘tell’ so here’s a creative nonfiction vignette told to my daughters. A moment that becomes a memory about a song that becomes a favorite.