Snippet: Blood on the Wind

Excerpt from Debris. Letting out another sigh, he dropped lower and pumped his wings once. That was asking a lot, and he would need more help after a point. For now, he should swing by the Pool and double-check the water. If he was correct, it had properties he really needed to investigate – From the …

Snippet: Admit Nothing

Excerpt from Debris. Not that he would ever, EVER admit to anyone beyond a select few that he possessed the slightest bit of magic. Especially not when he was the runt of his litter, both parents dead protecting him from a predator, and with an older brother patrolling the border as a war continued practically on …

Snippet: Bad Memories

Excerpt from Death’s Shadow. Then the world had exploded in sound, fury, and dirt, leaving Matt staring at a far different sky than the one above him tonight. When he called for a report, he had not heard a response, mostly because his ears had not recovered from the sound of the RPG blast. And …

Snippet: Mysteries….

Excerpt from Death’s Shadow. One of the mysteries of the universe, Matt reflected, is that we seem to love hurting ourselves. Shoving the thoughts away, Matt tugged his hat brim a little lower and dug into his pockets. He pulled a set of gloves from his right-hand pocket and slipped them on. He had lost …

Snippet: Appointment….

Excerpt from Death’s Shadow. Murphy turned. One look at his face must have been all that was needed. “Going out, boss?” he asked cheerfully. The smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. I just got a call. Appointment I have to keep.” Lowering his voice, Matt said, “That young couple over in the …

Snippet: Corona isn’t just a beer.

Excerpt from Death’s Shadow. Something small and cold pattered down his spine. Coronas didn’t have to be black. Matt had seen more than a few cream halos surrounding people who had later died of natural causes. It was rarer to find someone with a white nimbus, but he had seen a couple of those, too. …

Snippet: And it was such a nice day, too….

An excerpt from Death's Shadow. Matt Barnaby bit back a tired sigh. He owed a debt that had to be repaid. This was the way it was to be done – at least until he was too old to do it anymore. This was the price of his life. If he ever walked away from that …