“Hey.” The word was soft, almost a whisper, almost lost amid the rumble and laughter of his teammates leaving the locker room at last. Brenden paused, glancing over his shoulder.
Cal stared at his reflection in the mirrored surface of the elevator, forcing himself not to look at Timmo.
Luke stared up at the ceiling, curled his fist. He inhaled, then exhaled, deep and slow as he could.
Sebastien Montclair had never been so pleased to see his front door in his life.
A Stranger Sort of Fairy Tale introduces us to some new places. Some of these places you may have already heard about, but others will be brand new. Arubio is one of those new places. So let’s discover a little more about it. Geography Arubio is located in the vast Kundalini Desert, not far from […]
Fyodor paused, glancing up as the locker room door banged.
Mason glanced quickly at Dusty, then looked back at the phone.
One of the reasons I love the fantasy genre is because I get to play with all kinds of mythology and creatures. The world of A Stranger Sort of Fairy Tale is filled to the brim with different creatures and peoples, so let’s take a look at some of the oddities you’ll encounter.
One of my current projects is the first book in a new series. The first entry is A Stranger Sort of Fairy Tale (tentative for an early May pub date right now). I’ve had a lot of fun with this project since it’s allowed me to get back to some of my roots as a […]
Danny let the door fall shut, frowning deeply as he came face to face with his phone. It was right where he’d left it, sitting on the nightstand next to the alarm clock. It was still flashing blue—another request, another message.
The horn sounded before Luke had a chance to catch his breath, or so it seemed. He closed his eyes and followed his teammates blindly down the tunnel.
Luke glanced down at his phone, then at the name of the restaurant. Google said they matched, although …
The sky was dull and gray, threatening more rain. They’d had plenty the night before; the trees in Sy’s yard were still soaked, their bright fall colors muted in the morning mist. It was scarcely ten o’clock, and Mike was on his doorstep, all geared up and ready to go.
Losing Sebby meant losing the game, apparently. Sy could see how, but that didn’t make it any easier to swallow. They’d needed just one goal—they could have got the go-ahead goal, they could’ve broken the tie. They could’ve won it.
Monday came too soon, in Sebby’s most excellent opinion. Saturday night was loss; Sunday was a quiet sort of day at practice, with everyone subdued by the feeling of failure. Brenden tossed him a couple of strange, querying looks, but he said nothing, for which Sebby was grateful.
Erik parted ways with his teammates on the third floor; somehow, the team had managed to be split between three floors in the DC hotel, like they weren’t always booked there, like the hotel hadn’t anticipated them, like the hotel hadn’t had the IHA schedule for months. Fyodor was silent and broody, and Erik was […]
Fedya glanced about, spied his teammates in a dark corner of the dive bar, barely illuminated by the rum red lights mounted in the corner. Erik was leaned over the dilapidated pool table, cue in hand as he lined up a shot.
It had been an exhausting week on the road, so Sy was glad to be back in the Telefira Center, back on home ice, the roars of the crowd rattling him down to his core. There was nothing quite like it. Much as he’d missed hockey, much as just being back on the ice after […]
The day was bright and warm; the wind blew in from the bay, making conversation hard to follow, ruffling their hair, buffeting them about. The beach was almost deserted; it was still too early for the denizens of DC to flock to the shoreline. The boardwalk was almost empty, their footfalls clomping along the boards, […]
Linnea peered around the corner, frowning. Katya had been loud ever since the door banged open; no doubt it was Dima back from the game. Dima had been almost silent, his low, rolling tone easily identifiable against Katya’s shrilled, angry syllables, emotion-laden Russian rolling off her lips, rapid-fire, like a gun, and then punctuated by […]
Luke pinched the bridge of his nose. “What is your shit doing here, Sean?”
Mason woke up with the sun burning into his eyes; they’d left the curtains open last night. He winced, dragged an arm over his eyes. The sheets were soft, blindingly white in the sunshine, the small shadows cast in the valleys of their rumples not enough to dull the glare. Beside him, Linnea shifted, rolled […]
Gabe had been on the ice when Zdeno took Ty into the boards. He’d just gotten off the bench, so he’d twisted he head and watched in horror as his captain, with his 6′-7″ body, had plowed the eighteen-year-old rookie into the boards.
Sy hated the way that people stared at him as he stumped into the café where he’d agreed to meet Katya. Someone held the door for him, offered him a tight smile, but for the most part, everyone just gawped at him. He loathed feeling like the center of attention.
“Here,” Jake said, wrapping a hand around Luke’s wrist, “let me give you a hand.”
The lights were glaring, burning down into his eyes, but Luke stared up at them, refusing to look anywhere else.
Sean was sitting at lunch with Murdoch and Q when his phone started ringing. He smiled tersely at his colleagues.
Shorts and Excerpts
July 1. It should have been joyful, the true start to the summer. Drinking Molsons in his backyard, on the lake in Okanagan, lighting fireworks as the sun went down, canoeing across the still waters with a miniature Canadian flag flying in the breeze as he paddled along with the kids, keeping time and […]
Symon Tremblay arrived at Toronto Pearson Airport as the draft began. He’d caught a red-eye out of Vegas the night before, not wanting to stick around for the inevitable ragers and generalized insanity of a bunch of drunk jocks with nothing better to do than blow and hookers on a black-jack table usually implied. Sy’s […]
Sometimes, you have to dig a long way back to figure out where something actually started. Joshua has seen it before; coaches, reeling back through tapes, until they get to the initiation point. This. This is where we fucked up, they say, pinpointing it, circling it. This is what you did wrong.
“Really?” Trev asked with a sigh, watching the sheet of paper Cam was dangling in his face. “Yeah!” Cam cried, whisking the pamphlet away, hiding it behind his back. “Dance class! It’s bound to be full of chicks!” “Uh-huh,” Trev replied flatly, frowning at his teammate. “And you realize the second you walk […]
They were just finishing up on the bikes when Cam’s phone rang. Trev lifted an eyebrow, because the trainers were pretty clear about the fact that they weren’t supposed to have their cells on them. No distractions during workouts. Cam met his questioning gaze with a shrug and answered the call with a breathy, […]