Let me start by apologizing (not, I know, the most auspicious of beginnings) for sending a mass email like this. I wanted all of you (for whom I regularly thank the Muses and any and all associated deities) to know about certain changes I'm implementing immediately, which will result in more story updates, more often, and as soon as possible. (As ( Read more... )

Prologue
Los Angeles, Midsummer's Day, 2000

Alex held her small body as closely as he could, pulling her against his kneeling lap. Balancing as best he could against the weight she held in her arms, against the furl of her body around the person in whose hair her face was buried. Against the way she was rocking them both.

His hands trembling, he ( Read more... )