Death came calling in a pinstripe suit and canotier hat, of the kind that nobody had worn for at least a hundred years. My narrow doorway framed his narrow frame, and he flashed grey teeth in a winsome smile.
For any who missed this panel at the online TBR convention (The intersection of Neurodivergence & SFF Writing), you can catch up on it below. We were all pretty new to doing panels or conventions of any kind, but hopefully this can […]
The true story of how I got my book deal, with a few warts and all.
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