o my lord

So last night I was happily watching a TV program on the Seven Ages of Rock when a realisation surfaced from the murky subconscious and quirked a brow most wry: of course, Lindeth’s metacharacter is Jareth the Goblin King.  And I am so glad he didn’t tell me that earlier. Lindeth, that is, not Jareth. [...]

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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 [...]

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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: [...]

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Precious Illusions

A short which, according to Damian, is quite a journey away from the opening office romance.
Word count: 836

© GL Drummond, 2008

“You’re doing very well,” Kiane whispers to Tell, smiling at him. She didn’t add any of the obvious remarks others might have made. She wasn’t like the others, Tell knew. He’d known it the day they’d met when she’d smilingly offered her hand to him as she greeted him.

“It’s all due to you,” he replies quietly, dark eyes meeting her light ones squarely. She shakes her head slightly, a familiar gesture to him now after months of working together.

“You’re the one that’s done all the hard work, Tell. And you have done it.” Her hand touches his forearm briefly. “You deserve all the credit.”

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