The Sequel Is Out Soon; Catch Up With The Matriarch

“I’m going to find as many of them as I can – the makers and their progeny.”

Haven’t read The Matriarch? Don’t miss these excerpts:
“Clean and Professional”“Everything Old Made New Again”“Middle of the Road”“He Said He Was the Devil”“An Awakening In the Cellar”

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What Do We Say to Growing Up? “Not Today.”

FriendAbu25I had a thought today…

If there is a single defining moment in one’s lifetime when they abruptly and irrevocably become an adult, when every trace of their daydreaming and childhood wonder is at last extinguished, I’m both happy and fortunate I haven’t experienced it yet.

That is all. Carry on.

“Sobriety Check” – Excerpt from The Matriarch: Guardians

GuardiansRightfaceebookcover2014Janiss’s eyes snapped open, immediately wincing at the bright red and blue patrol lights flashing in her rearview mirror. Outside of her car door, a policeman shined a light into her face.

How long had she been daydreaming?

After turning the key on her ignition to roll the automatic window down, the clock on the center console told her it was 5:30 AM. It had only been about twenty minutes and sunrise was still over an hour away. Whew! For a moment, she wondered why Travis and Cole wouldn’t have noticed her if they had passed by; she assumed they came back through Weston since she knew Cole lived in that direction.

“Are you having car trouble?” the man asked. She recognized him: Officer Strickland.

Read the rest of this excerpt at Cedarcrest Sanctum.


The Bloodlist (Fun With Photoshop)

KevinAsReddington-Edit3-300pxBrandedI’ve done professional renderings for various companies, but now I usually only do this kind of work for myself.

This is a cosplay I’m putting together for conventions, based loosely on James Spader’s excellent show “The Blacklist” on NBC. I mentioned to my wife that it’d be fun to get suited up and do a fake poster called “The Bloodlist” with the tagline “Never trust a horror writer,” so she dared me.

Done and done.

You: “I don’t think you’re telling me everything.”

Me: “I’m never telling you everything.”