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Book Review: Is It Far To Zanzibar
Have you ever been on safari? Bought a juicy mango from a street vendor? Searched for the elusive crown of Mt. Meru in the clouds? If you live in Tanzania, chances are you have at least chanted about doing all these things and more while playing childhood games. Tanzania’s rich and varied cultural tapestry is…
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Book Teaser: Songs of Fae
Ballad of the Door, excerpt “With ancient feuds forgotten, and minds with ballads filled, Two worlds long torn asunder will find the door again. Pure of heart and human, a Chosen warrior comes, The barrier shall be broken, two worlds unite as one.” Irvu’s Lullaby, excerpt Born of power, born of flame, The one has…
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Seasons
She stretched her nearly thawed wings to brush the trees on either side. How much fun dancing among the branches had been, their bare bones crackling beneath the ice of her feathers. How delighted she had been by the cooling that had silenced the world and dressed her in crystal lace. The touch of her…
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Book Teaser: Chosen – The Sprite
With my first full-length novel tentatively releasing this summer, I will be sharing a teaser from the unpolished manuscript every couple of weeks until release. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. Laughter like the tinkling of a wind chime drew my attention to a small copse. I approached…
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Doorman
The floor undulated beneath me, its checkered waves lifting me although I could not feel a surface under my feet. I wasn’t sure I even had feet; I couldn’t seem to find myself. The door hung from nothing, stood on nothing, with light streaming through it from some unidentifiable source. A Fedora sat on top…
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Book Review: Sarah, Plain and Tall
I have loved this simple story since I was a child, and this week I was finally able to share it with my children. Sharing my childhood favorites tends to be somewhat risky with these superhero, cartoon, and video obsessed little people, but this story proved to be timeless. I read it aloud and reveled…
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The Road
She had lived in the shadow of the mountain all her life. No matter the season, it’s snowy crags had punctuated her world, piercing the sunrise and reflecting the fire of sunset. Now, standing here on the old Roman road, it stood as the final bastion of my old life. The road itself seemed as…
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