It’s a cold, gray, windy, day here in NYC with the first snowflakes whipping through the air for good measure. Days like this spike my imagination. I love going out for a walk in this weather and then coming home full of ideas. There’s something invigorating about freezing your butt off for an hour or so then coming back inside for a hot chocolate and sitting down at the computer and typing like mad.
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 »