I was in Pennsylvania the last few days and went on a twelve mile hike with members of the Sierra Club in R.B. Winters Park. The weather was ideal and the hike spectacular. The route was rocky which meant I spent more time looking down than up, but when I could take my eyes off the path there was nothing but wonderful nature. A very refreshing change from the concrete of New York. The best part, however, was that I was able to take mental notes as I walked. A few scenes in the current book became much clearer.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »