[This post was written by another person that I collaborated with on The Unsaintly and his portion was obtained with permission] Wings blanketed in feathers the color of the purest snow wavered through the wind at the behest of their angelic owner, in their strength reaching speeds that would cause him to gain on the…
Prologue It was a warm, clear summer sky over the trail to the private garden of one of the monasteries in the south of France. During the hour following lunch and prayers, many of the clergy would tend to the garden. Among the meticulously cared for roses were statues so lifelike it felt as though…
I’d like to introduce myself to you. I’m the author of The Unsaintly. I have been working on this book for many years and have been through many trials and tribulations about getting it completed. Recently, I read a book by an author that started her work on a blog before getting it published and…
