This is part of Don Tigro's story. He is the villain in Death of a Serpent, the first Serafina Florio historical mystery. The story takes place in a fictional town outside of Palermo, Sicily, six years after Garibaldi's campaign began Italian Unification. Here is the excerpt: October 1866 In her mind Serafina visits the orphanage as a child with her mother, seeing Betta and Tigro, two of the orphans standing together. Inseparable, her mother tells her. Tigro is dressed in hand-me downs … [Read more...] about Don Tigro’s Backstory
Meet Ralph. He's a character in TOO QUIET IN BROOKLYN. The antagonist, or at least one of them. Ralph made the bed and sat on it, trying to count his money, but gave up. He had plenty of time to do the job, it wasn’t three days yet, but his brother and sister kept fading away and he missed Charlie. He took a shower and found some clean clothes in the closet, brown pants and a black shirt. The shirt was too fancy for him. Ralph didn’t like buttons, but he couldn’t find any … [Read more...] about Running the Walls
It's Ralph again. He's done his parkour thing and climbed a building. Now he needs to get down. This excerpt from TOO QUIET IN BROOKLYN happens near the end of the book. Ralph swung his leg over the side and used his abs like his brother showed him and flexed. He looked down. It wasn’t so far and there was dirt near the building. “Fall and roll,” his brother said. “Hit the building going down, like you were walking. Fly down, be a ball and roll.” So Ralph aimed and stepped and scrunched and … [Read more...] about Aim, Step, Scrunch, Roll
Here's another scene from Missing Brandy, a work in progress. It's from Brandy's diary. She's thirteen. Sometimes Dad would smile without his mouth getting involved at all. “Genes from Himself,” Granny would say. “That’s how he got to be such a good lawyer. Only he didn’t make the big money,” Granny said. “Too busy defending all the poor unwashed. That’s how he met your mother. In court, downtown Brooklyn. Your mother was prosecuting the poor unwashed, upholding all the Sly Brooklyn Buggers. … [Read more...] about Just To Be Nice
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?