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THE LUCIFER CHRONICLES SYMBOL

FALL OF THE GODS

Persephone: The Fall of the Gods Book 1

Hades: Fall of the Gods Book 2

Thanatos book three of the Fall of the Gods series

THE LUCIFER CHRONICLES

Satan's Historian book cover

THE WATCHER BOOK COVER

The Fallen book cover

SHORT STORIES

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One of the coolest finds on a previous trip were t

One of the coolest finds on a previous trip were these grazing Rasta donkeys, also called Poitou donkey. They're a French breed which were once regarded as the finest and strongest of working mules. There are very few of these donkeys left in the world and we managed to find these cuties in Alpine, AZ. Lucky us! #exploreaz

This picture brought to you by Mother Nature. She'

This picture brought to you by Mother Nature. She's got her branding down pat, don't you think? #coloradolife

He'd never been a man of vision. He hadn't been mu

He'd never been a man of vision. He hadn't been much of anything until the day lightning struck him. The smell of singed wires had stayed with him for months, long after he discovered the unnatural side effects of a billion volts of energy blasting through his organs. Sure, his favorite running shoes had burn holes through the heels, and his eyebrows were still growing back, but that was expected. Starting a fire with his fingers was not. It happened a day later. He'd forgotten to bring matches out to his firepit...all it took was a thought and flames flew from his fingers. The firewood suddenly blazed with infernal heat, turning it to ash within seconds. The fire was savage, jumping the border of stones, rushing through the wispy grasses growing through the red-clay of the desert. He stumbled back, running from the heat. He watched as it attacked his home. It was beautiful. And awful. It wasn't until his tears from heat and loss flowed down his cheek that the fire died down, suddenly. Completely. The night turned cool. And in the shadow of the mountain, under the Belt of Orion, the man released a silvery laugh. Fire lived and died according to his will. After that night, it wouldn't take long for others to hear of his abilities. He hired himself out. Working for the highest bidders, saving and destroying with his gift. He was a hero to many and a killer to some--until the day he disappeared. Legend has it he was in the desert during a vicious storm when lightning took back that which it granted...and more. And so, the man that hadn't been much of anything became a legend. Isn't that just the way it goes sometimes? #storiesofmyth

Things we saw on our Colorado roadtrip... more D

Things we saw on our Colorado roadtrip... more Denny's restaurants than state troopers clouds stacked upon each other like cotton candy apartments the New Mexico state line the Colorado state line an abandoned Pancake House with a Taco Bell sign attached, as if it couldn't decide what it wanted to be geese, Canadian, we assumed, wanting to feel more at home the beginning tinges of reds and oranges on leaves clear flowing water that froze our toes driftwood branches the shape of Gandalf's staff #roadtrip

I'm a day late but #happyinternationaldogday! An

I'm a day late but #happyinternationaldogday! And while I'm at it, happy Friday. May your weekend be as chill as Jake! #dogslife

Put on your party hat, it's Friday! Happy weekend!

Put on your party hat, it's Friday! Happy weekend! #partyhat

One time... While exploring we came upon an aban

One time... While exploring we came upon an abandoned building where the ghosts of the land gathered. At least that's how it seemed. I wondered who would brave making a call from these phones. And if they did, would they hear the ancient voices of judgment on the other end of the line? I couldn't tell you one way or the other...I took the shot and drove away. Some things are better left to the imagination. #graffitiart

Closing time. The eight ball slammed into the righ

Closing time. The eight ball slammed into the right corner pocket. We
drained our beers and slapped our money down on the sweaty table--we were
ravenous, cast out into the streets past midnight and looking for greasy
hash browns, chicken, and waffles. You slid out of the taxi as if you'd fallen from the sky. I turned around
and there you were. I was thinking about food when you dropped into my life,
into all our lives. You--with your stomping boots and flowered dress. Allister said you were an angel; a street angel come to save us. I said
there was no such thing--but I was wrong. You with your violin case and love
of gin, you said you came to save us all. We bought it, hook and line. We
lapped it up. Even when you lead us down the dark alley, your hair billowing
like the wings you unfurled. When our world ended, you took us gently into your version of night. You,
the angel of death. #graffitiphotography

one night... I wondered if I should feel guilty f

one night... I wondered if I should feel guilty for not running outside in the eerie light of an upcoming storm to snap up as many pictures as I could. And then decided guilt was overrated. I drank grapefruit juice and gin while listening to the pitter-patter of rain on the tin roof. Not once did I regret my choice. #inthemoment

One time... I sat in a booth that made me wish I

One time... I sat in a booth that made me wish I carried pencil crayons in my purse like I used to when my son was little. If ever there was an urge to color some wallpaper... #creativemoments

I feel a sense of change coming even though the he

I feel a sense of change coming even though the heat and the rainless clouds are just the same as the day before. We met friends at a restaurant and hugged for the first time in forever. We were adults in the real world, eating, talking, and laughing. And at the end, there was espresso. Dark and rich and magical in the low light. I watched the shadow of the water glass dance as we bumped the table and the whole night made me glad to be alive. #magicmoments

In his dreams, he revved and roared and smoked his

In his dreams, he revved and roared and smoked his tires on hot asphalt, jumping off the start line. He boomed through gritty, naked streets toward the finish line and white handkerchiefs waving from delicate hands. He dreamed because he could...because that was all he had left. #rustytruck

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