I’ve loved horror most of my life so why are most of my favorites on Goodreads fantasy? Don’t worry, they’re still dark. But why the change? I’ve sampled other genres but horror was always my favorite. Years ago I didn’t even like fantasy. When I was doing research on the characteristic of a horror novel,…
I wanted to fill the hole in my heart. I wanted to know what a real smile felt like. I couldn’t feel the sun on my skin. I grimaced. How was that different from any other day? “Sister what’s that.” A little girl ran into the middle of the road. A young woman raced after…
Since writing my first (unpublished) novel, I’ve been fascinated by Carl Jung’s Shadow. How could I not know about The C.G. Jung Center of New York located in midtown on 39th between Madison and Park. I wouldn’t have found it if it hadn’t been for an assignment for class. I was so excited simply by…
She had eyes only for the moon as she traveled the city. Shade settled in the middle of the dark, narrow street and leaned against the brick wall with her eyes closed reveling in the darkness around but nearly dead to her. For year Shade had been rejecting the darkness to maintain a form she…
His nerves-itched- not like a feral rash but just as consuming. His shoes had a distinct beat. The sound made his subordinates cringe like an injured squirrel caught between a wall and an angry dog. Those shoes, his feet were unmovable, powerful and precise. The shine and the untarnished surface were eyes into who and…
The office, this gray asylum Peace Caterin chose to be a part of, was an abomination. She watched and despised the normals who worked here day after day, year after year, never shooting for anything greater-accepting this hollow eyed world and rejecting those who didn’t. She’d been here three years and everyday was a fight…
