This is an excerpt from Brandy's monologue. It's gone through a few edits and it's still a little green around the gills. Brandy is thirteen, the named character in Missing Brandy, a work in progress. Me? I’m an everyday kind of teen with curls so tight on damp days they stick to my scalp and I can feel them winding up. They move like baby snakes, all slithery, while I reach for my alarm clock. That’s why I don’t always pay attention in History—my kinks and my zits are driving me wild to say … [Read more...] about I Might Not Make It Without Him
Here's an excerpt from Missing Brandy, a work in progress. It's the story of a thirteen-year-old's abduction. In this scene, the POV is indirect, told in the third person by one of the antagonists. Henry’s Story, Part One Before Stuart’s death, it all seemed so easy. Henry’s life had been perfect then. Now it was empty—except for Ben. He pictured Ben on the train. Tall with blond hair sticking up on his crown like straw. They’d met on one of Henry’s many commutes from Central New Jersey to … [Read more...] about A Sympathetic Smile
An excerpt from "What Carmela Discovers," Murder On The Rue Cassette, the fourth Serafina Florio mystery Paris, April 1874 After the others had gone to the Jardin des Plantes, Carmela, Rosa, and Serafina sat in Serafina’s room. Carmela told them about the exhibit and about meeting Berthe Morisot and Victorine Meurent, what they’d said about Elena, her tantrum in the Place St. Sulpice, and about the man who accompanied her to the opening. “Their impressions of Elena are the same as ours. She … [Read more...] about Here I Can Be Somebody
Excerpt from NO MORE BROTHERS Wednesday, February 13, 1867 “Have you ever seen an old woman sitting near the public gardens? She chants some gibberish.” “The gypsy queen?” “She’s a queen?” He shrugged. “That’s what Falco calls her. He said she has marvels. Once he saw her gazing into magic crystals and once, when a man passed by her and Falco was watching and the man was old and snarly just then as he was passing right in front of the gypsy queen she hummed at him and his arm turned into a … [Read more...] about Gazing into Magic Crystals
Excerpt from Death of a Serpent Sunday, October 7, 1866 The carriage slowed. “What’s that pounding I hear?” Rosa asked. “Nothing. The wind.” They stopped. She heard voices, laughter, roaring beasts, the crack of a whip, and squinted through clouds of dust to a long line of wagons. The madam stuck her head out the window. Holding her hat firmly on her head with one hand, she called out to the driver. “Why have we stopped?” “The circus blocks the road.” “Off the highway,” someone shouted. … [Read more...] about What’s That Pounding I Hear?