Passing Into View


Original Photo By Shannon Yarbrough

Last night I went to an event at The Book House, a local bookstore not far from my home.

I read my short story “We Pass From View” which is going to be in the soon-to-be-released collection Sins Of The Past. 

It was fun, and I got to meet a few other local authors.

I do wish I could have stayed later, but I have to get up very early on weekdays for my day job, so I only got to hang out for about an hour.

Posted in Artists That I Admire, On Promotion, On Publishing, On Writing, Who I am | Tagged , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Trick or Treat: Multi-Author Giveaway

Originally posted on chasitynicole720:

We have quite a few authors partaking in our Sins of the Past giveaway on Halloween weekend. Many of the authors have come to be quite good friends of mine and they are phenomenal writers. Each story being given away on Halloween and November first are different and unique just like each story in Sins of the Past.

Event: October 31, 2014 (10 am- 11 pm) November 1, 2014 (10 am- 12 am)

Author Line-Up

Chasity Nicole Author Chasity Nicole
Debbie Manber Kupfer- Debbie Manber Kupfer – Author
Misha Burnett- Misha Burnett-Author
Misti Blake- Author Misti Dawn
Ashley Torbeck- Ashley Torbeck
Kevin Hall- Thirteen Volume 1
Nancy Scuri- N. M. Scuri
Byron Rempel- I Draw Zombies
Clint Brill- C. Lloyd Brill – Author
Jen Ponce- Jennifer Ponce Author
Arther Gibson
Joi Miner: Joi Miner
Kerry E.B. Black: Kerry E.B. Black
T.D. Harvey: T.D. Harvey

Schedule of Events:


View original 257 more words

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

as the dragon lays his head upon your breast

[Another repost, this one from July 14th, 2013]

were it not for the fact
that it would rob you of this crowning moment
i would leave you here
fair maiden
upon this windswept hillside
this blasted heath
and i would flex my brazen wings
and i would turn my unseemly hunger
on those below
who selected you
no doubt for the very best of reasons
to be their sacrifice.

you are worth any dozen of them
they cower
grovel like snails
and sent you
the best that they have
to meet me here
chained upon this rock–
do they doubt that you would offer yourself to my embrace
without such ordinary and ugly tricks?

a heart so fair as yours is not for burning
come, mount my back
and i will take you from this place
from the lowland swamps of small and frightened people
i will show you the skies
do they truly think that i devour those who come to me
on strong and naked feet?

it is only love
and it hurts but for a moment

and where do you suppose dragons come from after all?

after the change
after you feel the fire in your chest
the iron replace your bones
then you may decide to visit
those who called you daughter
but named you slave

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | 4 Comments

Argentum Cover Reveal


Nice cover!

Originally posted on Schevus Osborne:

Friend and fellow author Debbie Manber Kupfer today revealed the cover for Argentum, sequel to her debut novel P.A.W.S. I think the cover looks great! Check out the cover and Debbie’s information about the release below.

Argentum is the thread that binds all magic. When Merlin fashioned the first shapeshifter charms, he selected silver for his work. The silver wand, the silver scrying bowl, the silver charms of the shapeshifters.

All contain the essence of Argentum.


The P.A.W.S. saga continues with


Coming soon

And don’t forget to pick up your copy of P.A.W.S.


View original

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

My Kind Of Ghost Story

It’s been a while since I did any recommendations on this blog, but I have run across a series that I am really enjoying.  It’s also kind of topical, since it’s almost Halloween and this series is about a ghost.

Pascha Lerchenberg is Cologne, Germany’s top car thief. Unfortunately, he’s also recently deceased.  Martin Gänsewein is a brilliant, methodical medical examiner.

Pascha’s problem is that his homicide has been judged an accident and all of his ex-friends will think he died from drunkenly falling off a railway overpass.  Martin’s problem is that he is the only living person that Pascha can communicate with, and if he is going to get any peace from the foul-mouthed and determined ghost he’s going to have to find some way to prove that Pascha’s death was murder and bring the killer to justice.

Their story is told in Morgue Drawer Four, by Jutta Profijt.  The original novel is written in German, and translated by Erik J. Macki.  I have been listening to the series on audiobook, read by MacLeod Andrews, who does a wonderful job of bringing Pascha to… uh, life, as it were.

The series continues with Morgue Drawer Next Door, Morgue Drawer For Rent (which I am currently listening to) and Morgue Drawer: Do Not Enter, which is scheduled for release on November 4th of this year.

I’d call the series Paranormal Comedy Mystery, and I think it works in all three genres.  The physics of the ghosts is well thought out and consistent.  The Odd Couple chemistry of Pascha and Martin is witty, often laugh out loud funny.  The mysteries are solidly plotted, not too obvious, but logical.

All in all, highly recommended.

Posted in Artists That I Admire, On Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Slice Of Gingerbread

[I wanted to share a small section of Gingerbread Wolves, just to prove that I really am working on it.]

What do think about this? I asked Catskinner in my head.

For answer he used my mouth to speak out loud.

you will have your war, sister.

‟Not my war, brother,” Agony said sharply. ‟The war is not my choice, but it will come at a time and a place of my choosing.”

you have called down deep heaven on your head,” Catskinner countered.

‟Deep heaven must fall with or without me. Earth must not belong to the gods,” Agony’s voice was resolute.

must it belong to you instead?” Catskinner asked.

‟To us, brother,” Agony smiled warmly, ‟And only for a time. One mortal lifetime in our hands against the breaking of the chains that bind her.”

should we survive, of course,” I could feel Catskinner’s feral grin on my face, ‟the legions of the vasty night are arrayed against you.

‟I’ve legions of my own,” Agony was still smiling.

Catskinner didn’t seem to have anything to say to that. I did, so I took my voice back.

‟This is all just a big game to you, isn’t it?” I asked.

She took the question seriously. ‟Of course it’s a game, James. A game I intend to win. Why does that bother you?”

‟Because you’re playing with people’s lives!” I tried not to get angry with Agony, because it didn’t do any good. Sometimes I couldn’t help it, though.

She still looked more amused than offended. ‟Yes, James, that’s how this game is played, with lives. Don’t think that means that I don’t value them. This game began long before you and I were born. The human race has been playing since it became truly human—playing without understanding the rules or appreciating the stakes.”

She folded her hands and managed to look serious for a moment. ‟I can see the game board and I understand the rules. I have had… glimpses of our opponents. I know exactly what is at stake. I have analyzed the moves and I believe that I can finish the long game—and win it.”

Then her serious expression broke into a grin. ‟I know you find it difficult to believe, but I am playing on the side of the human race. I won’t pretend that I have any higher motivation—I want to win and I intend to claim all of the pieces for myself. However, I have seen the alternative, and I am by far the least of the available evils.”

Posted in Gingerbread Wolves, On Writing | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment

The Knight And The Princess

I was reading this series over again, and I think I’ve got something here–what, I have no idea, but something.  But I like it, and I’d like to get some feedback on it.

The Knight And The Princess–Introduction

The Knight and the Princess

In The Firelight

Another Fire, Another Light

Lord Chimaculean’s Stair

Cairn Shant

Into The Delve

Descent To The Steamhouse

The Touch Of Crone Mellya


Posted in On Writing, The Knight And The Princess | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment