Tonight’s full moon is the wolf moon. The last full moon I honored was the blood moon. Blood and wolves, they go together like Scotch and ice, hugs and kisses or meat and bone. (Read a great post about the wolf moon.)
Tonight I would open my throat to that moon and let it take my voice. I would lie down under the stars and beg the wolves to take me—make an…Continue
Soryk woke in agony—a gaping wound in his chest. He grappled upward through the fog of the changing sleep, aware only of pain. Stinging, unappeasable ache in his heart, like an acid-dipped thorn lodged there. Grief strangled him, stole his air. She was gone. Sidra. His little elfin queen. Her body…Continue
Where do you love to do the deed?
Post a photo of you reading in your choice spot on my Facebook page (no bare nips or wangs, strictly SFW, please) to win one of two fantastically awesome prizes: a personalized short story featuring the winner and a character/setting of choice from Ice Song or Tattoo written specially for you or autographed copies of…Continue