“There’s a harbor,” Cricket said, “the last harbor in the world, where the sea shatters boats upon spires of rock and ice, and the wind howls with the voices of all the lost souls slain there.”
Chapter LXII: Farther Shores
Eske is off on what might be his last adventure. You can read this chapter right now on Patreon.
If you’d like to support your local-ish bisexual weirdo this Pride month, my Patreon is only $3 a month, or you could buy a book!
I’m off to the library to print off my draft of Journey to the Water and make a substantial contribution to their operating costs in the process. While I start my reread, I’ll have a new chapter for you all up on Patreon tomorrow, and last week’s chapter will be here on Wednesday. That’s pretty much it for news this week. After how busy May was, I’m looking forward to June being a little more quiet.
I’m feeling rather like the proverbial broken record, but we’re still here:
I caught up to Bran just as the last of the daylight bled from the evening sky. He was a shadow in the darkness of the woods, his movements fearful and erratic, pain driving away his accustomed calm. I tore a length from the hem of my shirt and pressed it against the spot where the arrow protruded from his skin. Without light, I did not trust myself to remove it without injuring him further.
I held his reins and spoke to him in soft words. I told him he was safe, and the pain had to be endured but would soon pass, and he had nothing to fear from the dark. I hoped everything I said was true.
Good morning! It’s Monday again. I hope you can rest for the holiday.
I had a great time hanging out with the alien interns at Studio Moonfall on Friday:
I was also at Graveyard Gallery’s AniMAYhem on Saturday! It was a busy weekend to conclude a busy month, and I’m ready to take a break. I think my next event isn’t until July.
In the meantime, I’ll be editing Journey to the Water. The next chapter will be up on Patreon tomorrow, and last week’s chapter will be up here on Wednesday. I hope to have a better idea of a release date soon.
Also, the newsletter will go out Friday! If that’s something you’re interested in, you can put your email in the box at this link. Be sure to check your inbox for a confirmation. It’s only one email a month and does include pictures of my cats.
Just a couple of petitions this week, because we have to keep trying:
Tomorrow, May 24th, I’ll be featured in a Meet the Author event at Studio Moonfall, 5031 7th Ave, Kenosha, WI! I’ll be there from 4pm until 7pm if you want to hang out with me, talk about books, and check out the shop. It’s a lovely place and I’m so excited to be there. Here’s a link to the Facebook event if you’d like more information.
Then on Saturday, May 25th, I’ll be at Graveyard Gallery’s AniMAYhem outside of Faklandia Brewing, 3807 S Packard Ave., St. Francis, WI. The market runs from noon until 5, and there’s a cosplay contest afterward at 6! Here’s a link for more information.
It’ll be a busy weekend to conclude a busy month. I hope to see you at one or both of these events! Then I’m going to take a break for a month or so.
“If you were hoping for another chance at the knife, my friend,” Cullen said at last, “I’m afraid your luck has run out.”
He turned, his shoulder twisting away from my hand, and busied himself with striking a flint. Sparks bloomed from his fingers to die upon the mossy ground. His torch, an oily rag wrapped around a splintery fragment of wood that might have come from the palisade, flared to life and illuminated the standing stones.
My arm dropped to my side. The loss of contact was like ice in my chest, far too cold for the mild evening. I looked away. “That’s not why I’m here.”
He raised the torch, and I could feel his gaze on my face. “No?”
I could have stayed. I saw that life spool out from me—the days would be long, but the years would be short. I’d have a home again, and a family, and though I’d have to fight for each meal and each roof under which I lay my head, but I would no longer walk the world alone.
Chapter LX: The Fire
Eske participates in a daring rescue and is confronted with an important choice. You can read this chapter right now on Patreon.
Good morning! Fun fact: Burning Sister features my cousins-in-law on drums and bass/synth/vox. I finally got around to listening to them. Please enjoy!
What the Hex: Witch of the Woods was yesterday! What the Hex is always a delightful time. The performances were great, the vibes were excellent, and the crowd was very friendly. I’m only sorry that I ran out of copies of The Book of the New Moon Door! I paid for expedited printing, but they won’t get here until Tuesday. I have a second, non-expedited order that is still at the printers, and I’m hoping it’ll be here by the end of the week.
I’ll be at Studio Moonfall (5031 7th Avenue, Kenosha, WI) on Friday the 24th from 4-7 in the evening for a Meet the Author event! Come hang out in this adorable indie bookshop with me. I’m bringing double-chocolate brownies, if that influences your decision.
On Saturday the 25th, I’ll be at Graveyard Gallery’s AniMAYhem from noon until 5. This one is outdoors at Faklandia Brewing, 3807 S Packard Ave, St. Francis, WI. I’ll have more on both these events on Thursday, so be sure to stop by again later this week.
I’ll have a new chapter of Journey to the Water up on Patreon tomorrow, and last week’s chapter will be up here on Wednesday.
Petitions for this week, because the work is never done:
The Witch of the Woods edition of What the Hex Witches’ Market is this Sunday at Dresden Castle, 3775 East Underwood Avenue, Cudahy, WI. Doors will be open from noon until 5, and admission is only $3 (kids 12 and under get in free). I’ll be there, as will Brooke of the Figuratively Speaking Tarot and a plethora of other magic-workers and makers. There will also be workshops (creating your own witch staff, flower crown, and crystal bracelet) and drag performances. What the Hex is a wonderful time, and the venue is gorgeous. I hope to see you there!