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An Excerpt from “Jamaica Dead” (A Laura & Gerry Mystery, Book 5) by Karen Vaughan
Originally posted on The Owl Branch Book Promotions:
“Several things and all very puzzling.” “Let me have it.” “Okay, you asked for it.” The younger man was the youngest forensic pathologist for the Commonwealth of Jamaica, and he carried himself with a bit of swagger. He always said that dealing with dead people made him…
An Excerpt from “The Void” by Marta Moran Bishop
Originally posted on The Owl Branch Book Promotions:
? Closer and closer it came, that terrible emptiness. The golden hairs on her arms stood up; her skin parched in the void. She could still feel her body, but she could not see. The closer the vacuum came, the less she could feel. Still, she held…
Guest post: Jerry E. Smith – Hand is a verb
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Between the hands is an awesome place. There, you have the power to: Caress a loved one or strike out in anger. Build up a mountain of brick, mortar and concrete or Tear down a mountain of rock. Create volumes of literature, paint myriads of art work,…
Scrivener templates for you and me | Belinda Crawford
Originally posted on Archer's Aim:
Here are some useful fiction templates for anyone interested… This week, I decided to take a break from my frustrations (otherwise known as a first draft) and trial the Snowflake Method of writing a novel. I even found a great Scrivener template to start me o… Source: Scrivener templates…

Science Fiction and Young Adult Lit: An Interview with Author Ree Kimberley
Originally posted on Kristen Twardowski:
I’m thrilled to add another interview to my series of discussions with editors, writers, and other folks in books publishing. I had the opportunity to speak with the marvelous and ever brilliant Ree Kimberley who is the author of Rat City, a young adult science fiction novel, as well as…

Chapter 9; City Hall
Originally posted on The Price of Beauty in Strawberry Land:
City Hall Repeating myself, I am not an early person. Eight o’clock on Sunday morning was not a time I ever knew existed – much less participated in. However, Larry’s message was urgent and I knew he was serious – Larry was my friend. Parking…