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Available Now – Chronicles of Riss: Adventures in Sorcery Paperback Edition

It’s here! It’s finally here! Woohoo!

What is? The paperback edition of my book, Chronicles of Riss: Adventures in Sorcery, that’s what! After debating it for a while, I finally decided to have a paperback version of this short story collection. And now it’s here and Chronicles of Riss is no longer only available as an ebook. Now, those of you who prefer to hold an actual book in your hand to read instead of an e-reader can enjoy this book full of fun, fantastical adventures.



Confronting evil sorcerers. Fighting monsters. Dueling metal golems. Searching for a sea monster. Hunting lost treasure. Finding a missing show dog. Competing in talent contests. Helping lost children. These are just some of the widely varied exploits that the young mercenary sorceress Marissa “Riss” Cobalt shares in this second Adventures in Sorcery book. Riss reveals how she ended up as a mercenary and chronicles some of the many adventures, ranging from fun to serious, that she’s had prior to the events of Kismet and Tell.





Get it now on Amazon by clicking here.

You can get the ebook version on Amazon here and at other online bookstores, like Barnes & Noble.


Buy Happiness – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds #cleartheshelter


You can buy happiness if you pay an adoption fee and save the life of a pet, so help #cleartheshelter.



This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – Priorities


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Hail – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Dark storm clouds rolled in threateningly over the crowd gathered to watch the prince’s coronation, and as the crown was set on his head and the crowd shouted “All hail the king!”, the storm broke and pelted the congregation with hail and rain, sending them scurrying for cover.


This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “hail”:


Mind The Sealing…er, Ceiling – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



Lord Sutcliffe sat at the desk in his study, composing a letter on a sheet of parchment by the flickering light of an oil lamp. Across the room, drawn curtains displayed the brilliant orange of a sunset sky over the trees of the woods at the back of his vast estate.

The door to the study opened and a young boy about five years of age came in. He held a small ball in his little hands. “Papa? he said, approaching the desk. “Papa?”

“Yes, boy, what is it?” Lord Sutcliffe asked gruffly as he continued to write.

“What are you doing? Want to go play ball?”

“I’m busy writing a letter right now, son. Maybe in a little while.”

“But it’s almost dark, Papa.”

“Just give me a few more minutes, son.”

The boy walked around the desk, looking at the different items on it. “What’s this,” he asked, dropping his ball and picking up what looked like some small, carved metal animals. He turned them over in his small hands and noticed a symbol on the bottom of them.

Lord Sutcliffe glanced up briefly from this letter. “Those are my sealing stampers. Be careful with them.” He returned to his letter.

The boy studied the small animals in this hands. “Ceiling…stampers?” he murmured and glanced up at the ceiling high over his little head. He looked at the desk and found a bottle of ink. He picked it up and wandered away, looking from the animal figures and bottle of ink in his hand to the ceiling, and thinking. He didn’t see any signs of stamps on the ceiling, so what did his father mean they were ceiling stamps? Maybe he hadn’t used them on the ceiling yet? Could he not figure out how to reach the ceiling with them?

An odd, tiny thumping noise caught Lord Sutcliffe’s attention and he looked up from his letter to see the young boy toss one of his sealing stampers up at the ceiling. It hit briefly before falling back down to the floor with a small thump.

“What are you doing, George!” Lord Sutcliffe cried out angrily. “Stop that before you break them!”

Young George, startled, turned to his father, and when he did, his small foot found the ball he had dropped earlier and he tripped and fell. The bottle of ink he held went flying high into the air and smashed into the ceiling, leaving a smear of ink on the ceiling and raining ink and porcelain on to the floor below.

“George!” Lord Sutcliffe shouted.

Little George stared up at his father, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry, Papa,” he said softly.

“Go to your room, George,” Lord Sutcliffe said, pointing to the door. “Now.”

“Yes, Papa,” George said. He grabbed his ball, stood up, and walked from the room, his little head bowed meekly in apology.

Lord Sutcliffe watched him leave and shut the door. He sighed and returned to finishing writing his letter.

This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday post, “sealing/ceiling”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 22/17

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Seriously. Don’t. – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds


It’s a great way to have less stressful life 🙂


This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – He’s at it yet again

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Bitter – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Sniffling, Maryellen poured herself a drink at the small bar in her apartment, then took a sip of it. She flinched at the bitter taste of it, but nodded with satisfaction and took it over to the couch, where she quickly finished off the drink before throwing herself into the pillows and crying her eyes out with bitter sorrow over the fiasco of running into her boyfriend, Jimmy, apparently with another woman, and the argument that followed. Her cell phone chimed, and she looked at it to find a text message from Jimmy, apologizing for the misunderstanding and hoping she wasn’t too bitter about it. There was also an attached image, which she opened to see was a picture of him holding out a ring box. She barely had time to register what she was seeing when there was a knock at her door.


This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “bitter”: