Treat: Witching Hour

                                                               For all those lovely Kindle fans out there, After the Fall: Witching Hour is available early… click the cover for the link.
A bit of background: the Mistress of the AtF Universe said a particular alien species did not come in shades of grey, despite our insubordinate attempts to paint our characters that way.  Ha!  She should have [...]

Still Falling

Soon – very soon – Before the Fall will be available for purchase, my first ever space opera. With six-foot felinoids and catmint … yes, it’s one of those stories.
It also features the Winterlark and that was a surprise. She originally arrived on the page/screen thanks to a Blue Room competition requring the key words: [...]

Salvation’s Curse (The Protector)

Watching the screens on the panel flicker to life, I saw two teams of heavily armed figures burst through both the front and back doors. Finding my father but not us, they began systematically searching the house.

As Dr. Morrisey worked the panel trying to keep up with the assault teams, all I could do was stare at the one screen focused on the room where in the space of an instant, I’d lost everything.

After the Fall: Tria’s Tale (excerpt)

In 2078, Earth was invaded. After the Fall tells the stories of that time.
 © GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Excerpt:
The Journal of Katria Stevens
I was thirteen the day the world as we knew it ended. The day the aliens invaded.
I suppose I was fortunate, in that both my parents were employed by the government. The public was fed [...]

outlaw love will never bind

Or will it? Thinking about Flax Sharpe and Damascena from WIP Seventy Percent, I’m pretty sure it does. Then add Morganetti to the mix and things become fascinating. I miss this project; it’s moved down the list due to a few pushy novels demanding more attention. There’s something about it though, something more than Flax’s [...]

Salvation’s Curse (Mind’s Eye)

I should’ve been happy that I now looked ‘normal’. But all I saw was an angry stranger. Even though her lips didn’t move, I could hear her clearly in my head telling me that no matter what I did, I was still a freak.

It was merely another way to lie, to hide what I really was. I know now that my parents meant well, but at the time, all I could think of was how ashamed they must be if they would go to such lengths to make me look like everyone else.

But I wasn’t like everyone else. And deep down, I knew I never would be.

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