Fi(o)n(n)

NOTE: This is part of the new novel I am writing. I am posting it here as a diversion for readers who may be living under shelter-in-place policies while the world waits for the coronavirus pandemic to pass. For an explanation of this project, please click here. To read the chapters I’ve posted in order, click here.

Fi(o)n(n)
Sangre Mesa ~ Coldwater, N.M.

The ground rumbled as if in agreement. Morgan thought for a moment that the dragon was expressing her approval of the creature’s destruction, but Dr. Kavanaugh drew her attention to the pool, taking away that notion. “Look.” She pointed at the water. It was bubbling and churning.

“Oh, what fresh hell is this?” 

A familiar face surfaced. Before Morgan’s eyes, a mountain of a man emerged from the pond. Continue reading Fi(o)n(n)

Kill It With Fire

NOTE: This is part of the new novel I am writing. I am posting it here as a diversion for readers who may be living under shelter-in-place policies while the world waits for the coronavirus pandemic to pass. For an explanation of this project, please click here. To read the chapters I’ve posted in order, click here.

Kill It With Fire
Sangre Mesa ~ Coldwater, N.M.

Holly leaned against Colleen, who was making a valiant, albeit unsuccessful, effort to suppress a grimace as Morgan cut the rest of the butter into bite-sized pieces, which she and Holly began eating like popcorn.

Morgan chuckled. “You’re trying really hard to hide it, but I can tell this is totally grossing you out,” she said to Colleen.

Colleen sighed. “Is it that obvious? I’m sorry. I know it’s helping you, and I’m really glad Joey thought to bring it.”

“The butter was Joey’s idea?” Holly asked.

“Sort of. He said Miss Shirley sent him with it.”

“Ah.” Holly nodded. “I should have realized Joey didn’t come up with it on his own. He would have insisted on bringing cake to go with it.”

Morgan laughed, then winced, pressing her hand against her side. It suddenly occurred to Holly that not all of the bloodstains on Morgan’s skin and clothes belonged to the monster.

“What happened?”  Continue reading Kill It With Fire

Mama Knows Best

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Mama Knows Best
Sangre Mesa ~ Coldwater, N.M.

Warm. Morgan was pretty sure she should have been cold. She’d just spent several hours — or maybe it had only been several minutes — fighting a monster in water that couldn’t have been more than 35 degrees. She was tired and woozy and was pretty sure she’d lost a lot of blood. The wind was blowing out of the north. She should have been cold. Why wasn’t she cold?

Heat moved up the side of her cheek, its movement reminiscent of a dog licking her face, and her eyes fluttered open. She could just make out Mom’s face above her own, and she heard voices calling to each other:

“She’s awake!” 

“Thank God!”

Morgan tried to sit up, but she couldn’t muster the energy. She could hear Lenore clicking her beak near her ear as if to scold her for trying to move too fast.

Lie still, Queen. All is well. The dragon’s voice spoke softly in the back of her mind. She was too tired to do anything but obey it.

 “Here. Feed her this.” That was Joey’s voice. What was he doing here? What was anybody doing here? What was going on?

She heard a shuffling sound as someone joined her mother on the ground.  Continue reading Mama Knows Best

Summoned

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Summoned
Holly’s House ~ Coldwater, N.M.

Sierra took in the scene in Holly’s bathroom. The humidity had dissipated by the time she and Colleen arrived, but everything else supported Colleen’s theory that she’d missed the principal by just minutes. 

“Don’t touch anything,” Sierra said. “I doubt this is anything the police can help us with, but just in case it is, we need to treat this like a crime scene.”

Colleen nodded. “I don’t think I handled anything other than doorknobs. Well, that and the switch on the coffeemaker. I didn’t think it was a good idea to leave that on and risk starting a fire.”

Sierra’s eyes swept over the counter. Holly didn’t wear a lot of makeup, but an open jar of what Sierra recognized as an expensive brand of mascara was lying on the counter next to a tube of lip gloss. Other odds and ends were scattered across the counter — a wide-toothed comb, a pump bottle of argan oil, an elastic — and a drawer below the counter was ajar. Sierra didn’t pull it out, but the contents she could see suggested that Holly had left in a hurry, a suspicion corroborated by the wet towel lying in a heap on the shag throw rug in front of the sink.  Continue reading Summoned

The Search

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The Search
Sangre Mesa ~ Coldwater, N.M.

Morgan was pretty sure Dr. Kavanaugh had been taken to the mesa, but whether she was on it, in it, or simply close to it was another question entirely. Morgan remembered that sense of being watched when she was tending her beehives and decided that was as good a starting point as any. 

She knew she and Lenore could search more efficiently if they were apart, so she sent the raven to fly over the trail while she went to check the spring. It was unlikely that the monster would have traveled deiseal, especially if it had to drag a fully grown human with it. Doubly especially if the fully grown human in question is fighting like a tiger all the way up, Morgan thought.

Her wings gave her the advantage of height and the ability to canvass the area much faster than she could have done on foot, but her vision wasn’t as sharp as she’d have liked, and after the third time she dropped to a lower altitude to check out something that turned out to be a boulder, she decided she’d had enough. She closed her eyes and recalled a video she’d watched about peregrine falcons and their spectacular ability to spot prey from the air. When she opened her eyes, her vision had cleared. She was still struggling to distinguish shapes that were the same color as the mountain — twice, she caught herself overlooking wildlife until it moved — and she really hoped Dr. Kavanaugh hadn’t picked today to wear earth tones. Continue reading The Search

Another delay

OK, sweetiedarlings … I know I left you on a cliffhanger this morning, but today was our last day of school before summer break, and I spent my day and most of my evening Zooming, grading, pulling reports, tying up loose ends with the yearbook, and updating paperwork, so I just don’t have the energy to write another chapter tonight.

I have to spend tomorrow removing several hundred dollars’ worth of fabric objects from my classroom, per CDC recommendations. This will either eat the entire day and leave me too exhausted to write, or it will irritate me enough that I’ll come home and hide out in Coldwater for the rest of the summer.

In any case, I expect to have another chapter for you by Sunday at the latest, and odds are fairly good I’ll have something done sooner than that. Just, y’know, don’t expect to see a chapter at 9 a.m. tomorrow unless my muse and the Insomnia Fairy both decide to roll up on me at once in the middle of the night.

FYI: I’m about four chapters from the end of the first draft, and then I’ll need to let the story rest while I work on some other projects. What I really need is a road trip out Route 66 to Winslow to have dinner at the Turquoise Room and spend an evening wandering the grounds of La Posada and communing with the ghosts of long-ago Harvey Girls before I tackle the next draft, but I don’t know how soon that’s going to happen. We’ll see.

Emily

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