You ever get the feeling all hell’s about to break loose and there’s nothing you can do about it?

Hurrying back into the rouge lighting in sheer terror, Amelia ran without another word, escaping into the shadows of the dungeon, and she shrieked for salvation that never came.

The reader is the final arbiter.

I write characters that are ultimately flawed. Individual morality motivates character action. They all have a different view of right and wrong. Regardless of the setting, location, period, or gender, everybody has their own moral compass.

Fall in love with you? How could I fall in love with you when I loved you with every breath, every heartbeat, every lash of the fucking whip? When you invaded my dreams, my hallucinations. I can’t stop loving you, bella. I’ve tried. God help me, I’ve tried.

Live life to the fullest and never forget the people that supported you along the way.