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THE LUCIFER CHRONICLES

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Satan's Historian book cover

THE WATCHER BOOK COVER

The Fallen book cover

SHORT STORIES

The Seller - Episode 1

POSTCARD BOOK COVER

The Seller - Episode 2

Field of Bones book cover

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You might think it strange, me sitting here, waiti

You might think it strange, me sitting here, waiting for the sun to set, to watch the stars pop out one by one after I’ve just done what I’ve done. From up here, I see the house burn, flames like long tongues licking the sky. If you’ve ever started a fire, stood within fingerling flames as it came to life, heard its growing pains, the wailing and the screams from its burned throat and the cracking and snapping of wood and metal…it becomes a song, a consuming chant. Don’t judge me too harshly for the death of the man inside, for I’m privy to knowledge that you are not, for I carry the curse of a Futureseer. Some call my ability a blessing. I don’t. Tell me, how can I stand by knowing that that man in the house, the man most likely in the throes of the reaper’s arms right now, would become one of the most notorious killers of our time? In two days, he would kill his first. Two days left for me to decide what I would do, or not do. Who gave me the right to decide life or death, or anything else for that matter? The one who gave me this curse. The one who gave me freedom of choice. I sit here now on a chair I ripped from the inside of the trailer, watching the house burn and the stars burst into a violet and pink sky, and I wonder what you would have done in my place? #thinkaboutit

I took this picture a few years back in the quirky

I took this picture a few years back in the quirky and friendly town of Bisbee, AZ. I spent more time in their alleys than any other place I’ve been to. I never expected to use the shot for the cover of one of my stories a few years later. It still surprises me how images inspire my stories... #bisbeearizona

You wouldn’t know it, but this is her home, in t

You wouldn’t know it, but this is her home, in the penthouse suite forever rented. Not her ghost, but the blond movie star in the flesh. Rumor and time had spun a fine yarn of depression and addiction into her narrative. How convenient, she thought. For she was not so much depressed as bored with the parties and camera flashes and the damn corsets. For who doesn’t want a piece of deep-dish pizza once in a while? As for the drug addiction, she was more than thinking straight; she was foxy, a wily minx as she planned her death in the deep end of the pool where the waters reflected patio lights and the smiling faces of directors, starlets, and casting directors with roaming, lustful eyes. She didn’t need drugs. Only one other person knew the truth. The paramedic who fished her out, rolled her out on a gurney, and into an ambulance once used in a movie she starred in. The two still met from time to time, for drinks under the stars beside the pool that took her life. She would look at him and say, "Suckers." She looked better than ever, all curves and bright eyes. Her hair was darker, she wore what she wanted and damn, that pizza tasted good. How do I know all of this, you ask? I’m the one who had the keys to the prop room and the extra vehicles in the studio lot. #rumorhasit

Do you think the person that built this owned a ti

Do you think the person that built this owned a tile company? I miss these gorgeous buildings! #exploreportugal

Happy Monday to all you lovely people out there!

Happy Monday to all you lovely people out there! I took this shot a few years ago in Tucson. I think it’s a bed and breakfast now but I’m not sure. Don’t you think it would make an amazing studio? #wherewecreate

Apparently this is my ‘ode to past travels’ we

Apparently this is my ‘ode to past travels’ week of posts. I took this one at a remarkable monastery in Lisbon, called Mosterio dos Jeronimos. #travelportugal

Feeling mellow yellow...and remembering when we to

Feeling mellow yellow...and remembering when we took trips and explored and took pictures of new and old things. Those were the days...
#mellowyellow

The long weekend is knocking! Happy 4th of July

The long weekend is knocking! Happy 4th of July everyone! #happyfourth

Stay gold... #sunshinetherapy

Stay gold...
#sunshinetherapy

Some say the Guardians of Time created this door t

Some say the Guardians of Time created this door to drive men insane. But that’s a bunch of malarkey. This is a rumor spread by those who obsess about the past or the future, who want to alter an outcome in either way. They search for keys in hopes they will unlock the door to Time, never understanding that the improbable combination of handles and door pulls and knockers were designed for their safety. Time is a dangerous animal, best left alone. How do I know this? I am the last of the Guardians, the one who built this failsafe. But only after I tasted of the past. Changed just a piece of it. A birth. A birth that led to many deaths and the destruction of a nation. The burden is mine to carry until another comes along. One who will stumble across the combination in a fit of dumb luck. One who will repeat the same mistake I made. I’ve learned one thing for certain, that no matter how much time goes by, the mistakes of the past will repeat. Unless…unless we do things differently, we learn from our failures. Is it possible? Or are these the ramblings of an old fool? Maybe both…
#timeflies

Behind the red door is another version of your lif

Behind the red door is another version of your life. Do you open the door? If you do, there’s no coming back... It’s the ultimate crapshoot.

No caption needed... #whattheworldneedsnow

No caption needed... #whattheworldneedsnow

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