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The thing on the pyre withered. Bitias rocked back and forth in the bitter-sweet smoke, held erect by his bronze corslet and the spear butts he’d jammed into the dry Libyan soil. Around him, the other armored figures stood motionless, dazed by what they’d just witnessed. “Oath-breakers!” Opposite the armored men of Carthage, Hiarbas stood tall upon his four-horsed chariot at the head of his army, javelin horizontal over his head. “Dogs! Defilers of wells!” The curses echoed off the armored men around Bitias. Crackles from the nearby flames punctuated the silence that followed. Dido was dead. Without her, they […]

  “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 […]