I love this time of year, the soft edge of winter, with its milky blue skies. I’m reviewing proof for the next book, to be called Arise, You Rebel Angels.
Fantasy, Erotica, Horror
Category: Third book
It’s out today, my lovely book, the third of the Tales of the End Times series: The Way to Witch Farm.
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Today is Samhain, the Witches New Year, and a full moon besides that. My coven and I will scry tonight, looking forward to a future that may yet be bright. In honor of the holiday, here’s a Samhain excerpt from the book.
“Now we will make offerings to Hekate, Dea, and the ancestors, asking for their help.”
The line started forward. Along the altar, the attendees moved from one incense burner to the next. Hekate received a blend containing mint and aconite, Dea patchouli with rose, the spirits mugwort and sandalwood.
More presently, but it’s a thing: The Way to Witch Farm. I am so happy with the cover! Preorder from Amazon here: https://amzn.to/37eZmJo
The red sun rose like a portent this morning.
On the West Coast, California, Oregon, parts of Washington are burning. My country is falling apart.
May cooling rains contain this fire.
And if my country can change this much this fast—maybe it can change this fast for the good.
Another world is possible.
Another book is on the way, possibly as early as Samhain.
I’m finishing the line-edit for the third book in the series today. This part is one of my favorite things about writing, refining line by line: mostly cutting and moving punctuation, sometimes moving words.
The picture of the apples is from a few days ago. A bear came and ate nearly all of them the other morning, climbing through the tree to get them. I’m okay with my neighbors getting most of my apple harvest.
I’ve named the third book The Way to Witch Farm.
I haven’t had a lot to say—what’s to say about the political world, in essays and social media, is being said by other folks.
I’m on the third draft of the next book, which will feature some impassioned Antifa folks and some protests, as well as Hekate and everyone else. In the meantime, this day of the new moon, I watch my apples ripen.
This morning, early, roughly at the new moon, I finished a draft of book three. The working title is The Horned God, but that’s only a working title. (There’s a lot of other Horned Gods out there.)
I’m exhausted and proud. I think I’m going to take a bath and let the sense of fulfillment sink in.
My first editor is a demanding one. But I’ve been writing! I’m nearly done with a draft of the third book!
I’m in the middle of the third book, in the belly of the beast. This one is a little harder to write than the last one, more like The Queen of Heaven’s Daughter. I’m breaking new ground. I hope to make a push over the holidays.