Wandering Weeds: Tales of Rabid Vegetation
anthology is here!
They roll in from unknown places, mysterious and unexplained. They take root, take over, spread to all corners and refuse to be eradicated. No one can say why they came, but there’s no arguing that they’re up to no good. These plants are out for blood, and getting rid of them will take a certain kind of hero – the best kind. Twenty-five tales of evil weeds to entertain, enthrall and change the way you look at the unwelcome invaders in your lawn.
One of those stories is my novelette,
On a dusty red world inside a dome called the Pearl, Rett is selected to be the next tumba master, if she bonds with her herd and the tumbas accept her.
Before she can, the tumbas’ feral ancestors crash in through the dome, killing her teacher and her new hatchlings. Rett, the tumbas, and their whole world teeters on ruin. In order to save it, she must embrace a past she barely remembers in her dreams.
Read an extract HERE.
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Meet some of the other authors in Wandering Weeds: Frances Pauli, Katie M. John, Adriane Ceallaigh, Louise Maskill, Voss Foster, Eric J. Guignard, Jaleta Clegg
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Now onto Alexfest!
Hosted by Mark “The Madman” Koopman, ”Marvelous” Morgan Shamy, Stephen “Breakthrough” Tremp, and David “Kingpin” Powers King
For some reason I picture Tommy Shaw from Styx when I visit with Alex. Shrug. In his documentary he should be played by a gladiator from Spartacus, basically because I really enjoy watching the gladiators. Oh, and I’m sure any of them would do Alex justice. Alex reminds me of my brothers, someone I enjoy knowing and hearing from. It’s great his lovely wife doesn’t mind sharing him so much.
Dream of the Rock Ninja
In the corner, enveloped by dust-coated sunbeams, wails my Cavanaugh Cosbolt guitar. Constantly it sings, carrying spirits and ninjas from the magical realm of rock. Those six strings transported Val and I every weekend. She used to strum and croon while I beat a set of Ludwigs. We called ourselves Mental Trauma and played the same gig every Saturday night at the IWSG. We had friends with spiked mohawks and piercings on their lips.
The fantasy is long gone, relegated to memory and nostalgia, but I keep the Cosbolt as a reminder — rock ninjas never die.
What is your favorite hobbit characteristic/or the one that you think closely resembles you . . .?
If you could choose between a scrumptious second breakfast and a perilous unexpected journey – which would you prefer?
Have you ever left behind something on a journey (expected or unexpected) and wished you could have it over and over again? (a pocket handkerchief?)
What is your Favorite part or quote from the book that you hope will be in the movie?
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