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Preview Paragraph: Hunting for Spring

“The glass of the sliding door had been shattered, and fragments glittered across the late autumn leaves like fringes of snow. Conor reserved a thousand and one curses for the folly of idiot necromancers. They dabbled in dark magic like fingerpainters in first grade art class and then most of them were either killed by their creations or ran the other way from the nightmares they unleashed. And for his kind, tracking them down on the streets meant another day at the office.”

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I split my time writing and working my day job as a massage therapist. If it’s a creative pursuit though, chances are I’ve dabbled in it. Hell, I’ve played around with soapmaking, beer brewing, cupcake baking, tea blending and everything else under the midday sun. At the end of the day, my constant is always reading, writing and editing. I’m an Aries-Taurus cusp–which to any astrology buffs should tell you plenty. I hit the East Coast convention circuit pretty hard and chances are, you can find me vending for Solstice Brews while simultaneously promoting my books.

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