A slave to screens, truly means surrender of the mind, To algorithms, substitutes, a logic of their kind. In place of thoughts, insights,...

An excerpt from The Witch of Bastanes Finally, Teresa combed her hair as best as she could, straightened her rags to look less...

A scene from my first novel, The Fall of the Sparrow The sound was like the snapping of a bent sapling in a gale. The King twisted in his...