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THE FALL OF THE GODS

THE LUCIFER CHRONICLES

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Some of you might know I have a thing for gin cock

Some of you might know I have a thing for gin cocktails, so I thought I’d try and find appropriate drinks for the main character in each of my books in this new series. This one had Persephone’s name all over it. Let me know if you give the recipe a try! Side note: I have a whole new respect for food and drink photographers after spending way too much time trying to get a decent shot of this. #happyhour

I mentioned yesterday that the inspiration for my

I mentioned yesterday that the inspiration for my new novel came from a photo I had taken of the Vancouver SkyTrain and some of you were curious about the photo. This is it after I did some post-processing. I dubbed it the subway from hell. Maybe some of you have experienced something similar on your commutes? Back in the good ol’ days... #vancouverbc

NEW RELEASE! Some of you might have heard me tal

NEW RELEASE!
Some of you might have heard me talking about my new series, Fall of the Gods, for some time now. I’ve been working on getting the first three books ready to release within a few months of each other, which means I’ve had the first book, Persephone, ready since the world started to fall apart.
This series came about almost by accident, or maybe the Fates saw fit to have their way with me. It all started with a photo. I know, big surprise! I was in Vancouver, B.C. with my family for immigration reasons, and we ended up having to stay longer than we thought. That meant I could visit family and do more picture taking. One of my favorite images from the trip was on I took in the empty SkyTrain terminal downtown. There’s nothing spectacular about the image. It was more of a feeling. One of secrecy, of a quiet, almost otherworldly scene that should have been crowded with noise and people.
I asked myself who was the most likely character to travel from the bowels of the earth, and why? If you know your Greek mythology, Persephone was the goddess of spring who was kidnapped and tricked into the Underworld by Hades, who became her husband. He bound her to the Underworld as his queen, but for a few months every year, she travels to the Overworld to bring forth spring, only to return with the cold of winter. If anyone was traveling back and forth from hell, it was Persephone.
This book is for those of you who like fast-paced urban fantasy with a dash of mythology! E-book and paperback are available, with a hardcover in the works.
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So in true 2020 form, this is what our summer vaca

So in true 2020 form, this is what our summer vacation looks like. We wanted cooler temps... #vacationvibes

Does this old guy remind anyone else of Herbie the

Does this old guy remind anyone else of Herbie the Love Bug? #vintagecars

Sometimes he likes to play hard to get when I show

Sometimes he likes to play hard to get when I show up with my camera...
#dogsofinstagram

It took her thirteen nights to circle the island.

It took her thirteen nights to circle the island. And just when she thought she was the only one who had made it to shore after the boat sunk, the only one on the island, she saw the kayak pulled up onto the beach. Before she broke from the cover of the bushes, a gravelly voice whispered from behind her, “You’re not alone.”
#storytelling

They stood at the edge of the waves. Chased birds.

They stood at the edge of the waves. Chased birds. Chased each other. Birds and children squawking while they waited for the sun to set. And when it did, everyone, everything stopped to watch until the curtain of day drew shut in a final burst of color. And like all hit shows, the audience gasped and clapped and then made their way home as the stars lit their way. The stage sat empty once again…until the next day.
#sunsetphotography

He was gone long enough that the sting should have

He was gone long enough that the sting should have eased. But it hadn’t. She saw him everywhere, like he’d touched everything and branded it his before leaving. It started a few weeks back, her moving out pieces of furniture from the house. Carrying lamps and vases, pictures and throw rugs to the park across the street.
Young kids didn’t play there anymore. The teenagers had claimed it as their hangout. They drank and smoked and read poetry, thinking it all meant something and that they might change the world one day. She was just like them in another life, but in this one, she was only tired and sick of being haunted by the furniture. She slid the bigger pieces, the chair and loveseat, down her stairs and rolled them across the street with her neighbor’s furniture dolly until she’d moved it all out.
There was just one last thing she wanted to do. She picked a handful of wildflowers to put into the vase she had placed on the broken cinderblock wall. That’s when she noticed a young girl sitting on an old kitchen chair she had moved out a week earlier.
“You want a smoke?” the girl asked.
The woman shook her head and finished plumping her favorite pillow one last time.
The girl tried again. “I’m not gonna ask what you’re doing. But it’s nice to have something other than rocks and dirt to sit on.” The girl took another puff, the smoke escaping her mouth as she said, “So I guess…thanks.”
The woman took the handle of the dolly in one hand and nodded. She was too tired to say anything.
It wasn’t two weeks later when she left her house, her neighborhood, and her town for good. As she pulled away from the curb, she couldn’t help but think the furniture seemed so much more inviting outside than it ever did in their home. She noticed someone had picked fresh flowers for the vase. She smiled for the first time in what seemed like a year. #outdoorlivingroom

You don’t need to believe in urban legends, in m

You don’t need to believe in urban legends, in myths, to make them true. Take the multiple UFO sightings in NM. You’ve heard about them, maybe even seen them for yourself—the glowing disks or triangles of light. Speculations of alien spies have been around for decades. Movies depict willowy, big-eyed beings stranded on this earth for one reason, or something completely different, a slimy, toothy, lizard-like being who wants nothing more than to take over earth and then blow it all into space dust. It’s so dramatic, really. The truth is, we’re just travelers. Most of us come here for family vacations. We take on any shape that strikes our fancy and do a little sightseeing. Take this beauty here. My wife saw this car in a city street and that was that. She slid into red and chrome and tan leather seats. She smiled a little brighter, a little wider than the original, but it looked good on her. She spent months on the road with a photographer who was documenting the decline of Route 66. The things she saw—she still talks about how our trip to earth was her favorite ever. Maybe one day we’ll come back, I tell her. One day.
#familyvacay

‘Home’ has always been an interesting term to

‘Home’ has always been an interesting term to me. We have the home where we live, yet every time we cross the northern border, we say we’re going home. This summer we stayed home. We had plans to go to our other home of Canada, see friends, family, and party at weddings, but like most of you, we had to cancel those plans. I’ve been homesick in a different way this year. It’s probably safe to say all of us are feeling things in different ways than ever before. As I look though my archived images, I’m even more grateful for my love of photography. My images remind me of moments and places and people I love. They remind me that there is color in the world when the desert has so little of it, especially this time of year. I can’t wait to go home and see family again, but until then, I’ve got this reminder of a past family reunion and the green of the prairies in summer. #ohcanada

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

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