I've been thinking a lot about blood, lately. Thinking about WHY it's in so many of my stories ( Read more... )

I recognize the grim’s scent from my time Underhill ( Read more... )

NOTE: Part Four of The Dusk Saga. The first three parts can be found here: Dusk, Moon Rise, and SilhouetteSavannah sat near enough to me on the concrete steps that her hair tickled my neck and cheek. "Dove," she said without looking at me, "You need to eat ( Read more... )

Now that we've been working on the blog for a while, we've revamped our scheduling process. The new schedule can be viewed on our profile page. But no worries, our fiction days are staying EXACTLY THE SAME ( Read more... )

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I can't drown, but it is not for lack of trying ( Read more... )

Lately, we merry fates have been talking about monsters. (Ok, we're always talking about monsters.) Specifically, we're curious about the attraction of teen ager girls (both real and fictional) to the undead. Maggie's put forward some theories about Stockholm Syndrome on her blog, for example. I'm trying to write an ongoing series about what ( Read more... )

I was Child-Death, Death-in-Innocence, Death-Without-Care ( Read more... )

Here's what I love most about The Robber Bridegroom: you can't spit at it without hitting a fairy tale trope.

Check out a quick translation at Sur La Lune Fairy Tales (always a fun source of inspiration and information!).

Ok, I lied. (I do that sometimes.) My real favorite thing about this story is the cannibalism. As in a band of robbers ( Read more... )

He sat down at the bar close enough that the toe of my shoe skimmed his calf. My legs were crossed at the knee, revealing more thigh than I was used to, and that, no doubt, was exactly what had attracted him ( Read more... )