Eight college stoners went camping one weekend in 1998 and never came back. A post-YA humor horror ’High’ low Epic (read: long-ass) feminist fantasy novel. Part one of a series, because of COURSE it is.
Centurion Gaius Cassius Longinus: Christ Killer. Pilgrim. Witch Hunter. Templar. Vampire Slayer. Exorcist. King. Cursed with title and task--Hellrazor.
The air has become poisonous. Olivia and her fellow travelers have miles of underground tunnels standing between them and The Haven. And forget about vampires and zombies...at the end of the world, there are cannibals
Asteroids, war, mutiny, politics all threaten the behemoth space ship designed to eliminate asteroids and comets. Nations squabble, send spies aboard the ship, sabotage diplomatic meetings and the various workings of the ship.
~The Lost Mythologies of Tamoreh: Book I~"Beware the thing that calls itself a spirit, faer or fiend. Pay them no tithe or tribute; accept no flattery or favor. No matter what they say, there is only one thing they truly seek: to enthrall your soul.”
~The Lost Mythologies of Tamoreh: Book I~"Beware the thing that calls itself a spirit, faer or fiend. Pay them no tithe or tribute; accept no flattery or favor. No matter what they say, there is only one thing they truly seek: to enthrall your soul.”
Once upon a time . . . the world ended. But there were those left behind. Strangers all, but they’ll need to depend on each other because when the world fell, something rose up. The children. The meek have inherited the earth.
Once upon a time . . . the world ended. But there were those left behind. Strangers all, but they’ll need to depend on each other because when the world fell, something rose up. The children. The meek have inherited the earth.
