Well, kind of. I’m on hiatus from the museum, but I am at home getting stuff done. My rag-rug is about halfway done. This first of my sewing projects is waiting on my sewing machine. And while I haven’t felt like climbing on a ladder, I do have the brushes and all that ready to […]
Yeah, I went dark again. Life sucks, and some times something has to give. I kept writing, but I curled in my ball a little and licked my wounds. And while I don’t believe in New Years resolutions, but I do believe in arbitrary deadlines and schedules. They work for me. So I gave myself […]
Jackson Hawk settled against the headboard, pretending to be calm. His arms rested lightly across his stomach as he crossed his ankles. But heat flashed in his green eyes, and his foot twitched
Jackson scratched at the huge mutt’s silky black ears. “Amber… did she ever tell you about her family?”
Chelsea took a deep breath and thought back. “She mentioned she was very young when they died. Too young to remember some of the food her parents made.”
He winced as he studied Bentley’s ears. “She was seven. Just seven years old when the demon lord slaughtered her family.”
Every day is a lesson, and every person is a blessing.”
Chelsea found a smile. “That’s a nice thought.”
“It’s a way to survive.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “When you have nothing and no one, you have to find your lessons and blessings, every day.”
Chelsea rushed through her shower. She could barely bother to rinse the shampoo out of her hair, or care about getting the smell of the lake off her skin. Morgan had information on Amber.
The patch of dirt that served as a parking lot had no lights, and the sounds of lapping water came from the dark. Chelsea popped her trunk and deposited her finger overcoat. Water monsters and suede did not mix. As Morgan grabbed the light and generator, Chelsea stretched and readied herself.
Morgan eyed her. “Why are you bait again?”
“Just used to it at this point.”
This is a series of short stories, detailing the adventures of Chelsea Childling. You can start with her origin story or pick any story from the index. ***The Seattle haunt was exactly as Chelsea remembered. The failing restaurant with its old booths and beat up menus. The same tatty velvet rope blocked non-hunters from heading […]
Work was unbearable today. The air conditioner went out and we’re in the middle of a heat wave. Once again, I work in a museum. Hundreds of lights are on when we’re open. The repair said he’d be over right away, but that just didn’t happen. So I was hot and just kind of wilty […]
“My sister comes back tomorrow.”
Chelsea ignored the statement and sipped her coffee. The table held scraps of donuts from the local bakery, but nothing cooked. They’d all been sleeping since they’ gotten back from killing the kindermord.
Keegan settled in the chair beside her, casting a look at Jackson, begging for help. Jack smiled, warm and broad, and seemingly devoid of any thoughts whatsoever.
Keegan opened his mouth, and then sighed.
Words That Burn Like Fire 