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  “If men had wings and bore black feathers, few of them would be clever enough to be crows” – Reverend Henry Ward Beecher Nest He clenched the nest-edge with hoary claws, his body a balanced knot of avian muscle. Widely-spaced eyes inspected wings now clear of first-year molt. Dark wings. Black wings. Or so they would appear to lesser eyes. Beneath his own exacting vision they shimmered in swirling patterns of cobalt and cerulean, azure and sapphire. Likewise elaborate were the subtle decorations adorning his bullet-like body, distinctive, unique, his. His birthing rotte would recognize him a mile out, knowing him […]

Yes, you’ve found it, the secret literary gate where all my works are available for review. Get a cup of tea. Click about. See if there is anything that makes you smile (or better yet, makes $$$ signs flash into your eyes with associated cash-register noises). I can be reached HERE or at the contact link provided. Click on the titles below to see the opening chapter. Lets talk. Indigo– Indigo, where Jonathan Livingston Seagull meets Top Gun. This is a tale of crows. As moody as vampires, as scrappy as goths, they are natural anti-heroes and Tuft, the avian protagonist of my story, is […]

Book One The Life The tomb-wrenched corpse swayed in the tavern portalway, a thing of tortured flesh and milky eyes. Tavern-keeper Sebi gawked at the aberration. “Osiris’ lost phallus,” he managed. A dozen cups fell from his customers’ fear-stunned hands. A heartbeat later, the tavern-goers were in flight, scrambling though the leather-curtained windows and diving out the alley door. Sebi would have run as well but for his shelves of inventory and tablets of account. He couldn’t afford to flee. His burly assistant, Nomti, advanced on the magiced thing. Capable against brawlers and bargemen, he hesitated as the seemingly animated […]