Two Recent Reviews on the Sword’s Edge Chronicles

Two recent reviews, one on each of the first two novels in the Sword’s Edge Chronicles series:

book one –
Sword’s Edge: “A Gem of a novel”

book two –
Children of the Enaisi: “A Sequel that Tops the Original”

And yes, I’m working hard on book three!



A Sequel that Tops the Original – a review of Children of the Enaisi


I eagerly awaited the sequel to SWORD’S EDGE and was highly gratified when I finally got the opportunity to read it. The story and the characters who carry it moved forward in their history logically but with unexpected and marvelous twists and tight action that kept me glued to the pages. It is going to be difficult to rein my impatience until the next novel is released.

What a nice review of Children of the Enaisi!

Here’s the review, if you want to read it for yourself on Amazon.



Looking back on 2017

It’s been a wild ride this year.

So much has happened in my family. It’s not my place to say much about my children and grandchildren’s lives, but I can say I am proud of every last one of them. There has been adversity, and heartache, and tough decisions, but through it all, my “babies” (I include my children-in-law and step-grands in this as well – they’re all mine) have shown the highest quality. I pray this coming year brings them an abundant harvest with all the manure that has been dumped on some of them.

It’s been a strange up and down year for me as well. Big changes at work – struggling to fit the shoes my friend-and-boss asked me to fill when she knew she was ill and needed an extra hand at work. Losing her, and the jolt and loss that followed, but having to keep going. The pride in not only seeing our coaches rise to the challenge to keep the gym at the level of excellence she expected, but also the new owner giving his all, despite his grief, to keep her dream alive. Perhaps I say too much, am too personal, but I think it deserves to be said.

It’s also been just over three years since I lost my husband. In some ways, it’s easier. Time does that, I’m told. But that scab is still there, and gets pulled loose and bleeds. Trying to pretend the scab doesn’t bother me takes all my attention at times.

I remember how he pushed for me to get Sword’s Edge published; it wasn’t a genre he cared for, but he knew what it meant to me. A story slowly woven over time from a dream I first had in 1985. And I got it published that year. He got to see it before he died. And now, this year, book two has been published. It took a lot longer to finish than I thought it would, but you know, grief does that to you. Writing was hard for so long, a slog through icy muck up to my chin at times. So tough. Almost too tough. But, to quote from one of my late husband’s favorite movies, I “endeavored to persevere.” And I succeeded. I think he’d be proud of Children of the Enaisi. I miss him being here to tell me so. Ah well.

May you all “endeavor to persevere” and have a happy and blessed New Year.


Mistletoe Gone Crazy!

While out and about, I saw a tree so filled with mistletoe that after my errands were done, I circled around, found a place to park and walked back to it to take photos.

Yes, I love plants and trees, and the strangest things fill me with delight. Perhaps because it’s the Christmas season and mistletoe is a part of it.

So here it is:


And no, there is no mistletoe on my world. Perhaps there is something comparably parasitic on my world, but the closest I can come is a relationship between a type of fruit called keeberries and neena trees.

Keeberries grows on vines which wrap around neena trees, due to similar soil needs. Neena trees have sharp leaves and short, twisted and gnarled trunks. The keeberry vines stunt the trees’ growth, and make them more deformed than usual. Not quite symbiotic or parasitic.

Both keeberries and neena trees are mentioned in Sword’s Edge.

And yes, since it was just released, I am going to mention that book two of that series, Children of the Enaisi, is now out in e-book.

Children of the Enaisi

Merry Christmas and watch out for the mistletoe!


Children of the Enaisi stands alone, but don’t neglect the rest of the series!

In case you missed it, the second book of the Sword’s Edge Chronicles is available in e-book!

Two authors whose work I enjoy have endorsed it:

Children of the Enaisi“This is an excellent book indeed. The characters are soundly crafted, and I soon found myself pulling for the protagonists and roundly cursing the villains. The society is complex and intriguing; the action scenes are detailed and well described. I look forward to reading the rest of this fine series.”
  – P.M. Griffin

“Children of the Enaisi has a beautiful high concept with a mysterious past of lost technology and ancient secrets. A fresh new take on Rangers that fans of classic pulp fantasy will love.”
  – Jon Del Arroz


Don’t worry, Children of the Enaisi is a stand-alone novel. However, don’t dismiss the first book, Sword’s Edge. It’s a fun tale as well, with a coming-of-age story, a siege, daring rescues, and more than a bit of humor.

But wait! There’s more!

There are freebies in the series. An anthology of three short stories entitled Alcandhor awaits you, as well as a fun snippet called “Not Good.”

All are available on the Sword’s Edge Chronicles page of my website.

Have fun and Merry Christmas!


Hockessin Art and Book Fair – crazy, fun times!

What a day!

First, I overslept my alarm. Then, my secondary alarm failed me (my dog, who always needs to go out before I’m ready to get up – really, she had to pick today to cuddle close and oversleep?).

So I woke up at 9:54 when I was supposed to be at the event and set up by 10 a.m. And I live over an hour away. I didn’t get all my cosplay on, or my cosplay make-up—shucks, I didn’t even brush my hair, I just pulled it up with two flexis. Anyway, I was up, dressed, and out the door with my books and sundry by 10:06. Now if that isn’t some kind of record then it should be!

I managed to make it to the event before 11:30 and without getting a ticket. *whew*

My table buddy, Will Hahn, seemed relieved when I arrived, which was nice of him because he could have spread his stuff out over our whole table if I had been a no-show. After that, things went well, fun even. Although Will declined to have a sword vs ray gun duel. He seemed of the opinion he might not fare well. And alas, I have no photos of his brilliant cosplay because my phone had died. Boo.

I did manage to get a cup of coffee after I arrived, and Will seemed concerned by this as well, because he compared me to post-caffeine Twitchy of Hoodwinked, and that was before I had my coffee. I think I frightened him a little, er, especially after I went back for a second cup. No clue why I was so hyper, but ah well, he survived, so it’s all good I suppose. 🙂

So on to the book sales, because that, of course, is the main reason I go to author events. It’s always cool when someone comes up and says, “I bought the first book of Deuces Wild last year, and it was great, so now I have to get book two!” (Wheee!)

It’s also great (but sad) when folks come up and point to Sword’s Edge and ask, “Is book two out yet? When will it be out?” (When I get the cover. Soon, I hope!) But at least I was able to say “Soon,” then go on to say that the prequel is done and going through editing, and book three is being written, and I hope the rough draft of that is done before Christmas. I wasn’t able to be quite so hopeful about book three of Deuces Wild, but I’m working on that as well. Never fear!

So all in all, despite a rough start, it was a good day. Thanks to all the hard-working people who put together such a well-run event; it’s a joy to attend the Hockessin Art and Book Fair every year! And thanks to Will Hahn for being my table buddy and putting up with my Twitchy behavior! (By the way, if you like epic fantasy, you might meander over to his site and take a peek.)



Not Good

(before the events of Sword’s Edge)

Marcalan laughed as he strode next to Haladhon, his cousin and a chief of their clan. Beneath the jesting and storytelling, Marcalan kept alert, as did his cousin, hoping to cross the ring of roadway bandits plaguing this area. Dressed not as Rangers but in commoner attire, they appeared as a couple of ordinary wayfarers.

His eyes scanned the woods along the edge of the road. “So, did you make scarce before the innkeeper could pitch you out on your ear?”

“Me? Tossed out of a pub? Cousin!” Haladhon looked properly indignant. “She did chase me with a broom, but I managed to fend her off with a wink and a kiss.”

“Stars, cousin, how do you always escape unscathed?”

Haladhon’s eyes twinkled. “Need you ask?”

Marcalan shook his head with a sigh—a tingle of something awry halted him, and he threw an arm out in front of Haladhon. Six men armed with swords leaped from the bushes. The two Rangers drew their own blades as the men ran toward them.

“Oh, this is not good,” Marcalan muttered.

“What gave you that notion, Mar?” Haladhon asked.

Marcalan parried one man’s attack, sidestepped the second’s, swung his blade through to go back to the first, then answered, “It was just a thought.” He kicked at the third man attacking him, and although his aim was off, hitting the man’s arm instead of his gut, it did well as the man dropped his sword to grab the arm, yelling in pain.

He backstepped the first man, and said to Haladhon, “I could be wrong, however.” He came in with a downward diagonal attack successfully, cutting the man’s sword arm deeply, then turned to the second man as he heard Haladhon reply, “You often are.”

“You think so?” Marcalan sidestepped, striking his opponent across the shoulder. The man fell with a cry, and he turned to face the third man who had retrieved his sword. Marcalan’s quick lunge unbalanced the man, and Marcalan disarmed him easily. He held his sword to the man’s throat as he watched Haladhon finish his last opponent.

As the man fell, Haladhon turned, lowering his sword.

“Aye. See you what I mean? Six men down, and our mission to find the men who had been robbing travelers is over that quickly. Now how is that not good?”

“I stand corrected.” Marcalan inclined his head in lieu of a bow, never taking his sword away from his man’s throat.

“However…” Haladhon looked around thoughtfully for a few moments. “I do see a problem.”


“We have to escort these men, some of them wounded, almost a full day’s journey before handing them over.”

Marcalan groaned. “See, I told you it was not good.”