It’s probably a good thing I go to the bookstore and not, say, the wine store, because I always come home with something. Usually several. This weekend was no exception. None of the three pertain exactly to any book I am currently writing, but each seems interesting and well, that’s more than enough reason to bring them home.
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 »