Friday, October 24, 2014

CITY OF WHORES by Mark B. Perry

New Year's Eve, 1951. Hollywood, California. As Tinseltown rings in the twilight of its Golden Age, a young man arrives from Texas hell-bent on exploiting his brooding good-looks in exchange for a shot at stardom--only to become dangerously entangled in the lives of one of the most powerful couples in show business. As his dream devolves into a lurid nightmare, he must choose between fortune and fame or sanity and survival in this City of Whores.
"Subtly powerful…a Truman Capote-like piece…deeply affecting and tinged with pathos…" - Kirkus Reviews
"…displays an excellent sense of plot and pacing…the historical settings sparkle…" - Foreword Reviews (To be published September 1, 2014)
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Mark B. Perry was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, and earned his BA in broadcast journalism from the University of Georgia. An aspiring writer and filmmaker, he moved to Los Angeles in 1986 and worked as an office temp until he wrote a script on spec for the top-ten show The Wonder Years. Not only did this writing sample lead to a freelance assignment and a staff position on the series, it was also
purchased and produced as the opening episode of the 1989-1990 season, entitled "Summer Song." Its premiere was the number three show for that week in the Nielsen Ratings, outranked only by the venerable Roseanne and The Cosby Show.

After three years and eighteen episodes of The Wonder Years, Mark went on to write and produce such diverse television series as Northern Exposure, Picket Fences, Moon Over Miami, Law & Order, Party of Five, Push, Time of Your Life, Pasadena, First Years, That Was Then, One Tree Hill, Windfall, and What About Brian. After helping successfully launch the second season of ABC's Brothers & Sisters in 2007, Mark was then a co-executive producer on CBS's Ghost Whisperer. Finally, in 2011, Mark began two gloriously venomous seasons on the ABC hit Revenge before resigning to complete his debut novel, City of Whores.

As a producer on the first season on David E. Kelley's Picket Fences, Mark and the other producers received an Emmy Award for Outstanding Dramatic Series (1993). For his episode of Party of Five entitled "Falsies," he was nominated for a Writers Guild of America Award for Best Achievement in Dramatic Writing (1997). And for his writing and producing services on that same series, he shared a Golden Globe Award for Best Drama (1996). 

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014


by CW Browning

Alina Maschik expected to have a few quiet days alone in New Jersey.

She should have known better.

FBI Agent Stephanie Walker has a problem. Whenever Alina comes into town, someone ends up dead. When the enigmatic Damon Miles follows, that count is doubled. Now, a mere week before Halloween, Stephanie's main informant has gone missing. When part of him shows up in a reputedly haunted prison, the local attraction becomes the center of a macabre and baffling spectacle. As bodies start to fill the morgue, Stephanie must trust in Alina's particular skill set to prevent further bloodshed. But that trust comes with a price, as Alina and Damon bring their own brand of trouble, uncovering a sinister web of deadly intrigue reaching far beyond the familiar South Jersey suburbs.

A prison haunted by tortured souls, a puzzling federal investigation, a rising body count, and a pair of deadly assassins...what could possibly go wrong?

“You found a what?” Alina closed the refrigerator door, her phone pressed to her ear, and stared at the stainless steel in disbelief.

“A head,” Damon repeated, amusement threading his voice. “If it sounds gruesome, that's because it is.”

“First an arm, now a head,” she muttered. “I'm seriously starting to rethink Jersey.”

“An arm? What arm?” he asked sharply.

“They found an arm in the old prison in Mt. Holly this morning,” Alina explained, turning away from the fridge and carrying a bottle of water over to the bar. She perched on a bar stool and sipped the water. “It belonged to one of Stephanie's informants.”

“Where's the rest of him?”

“They don't know.” Alina set the bottle down and pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I wonder if you have his head?”

“Who was he informing on?” Damon demanded. “Was he Latin American?”

“I don't know,” Alina murmured. “His name was Frietas, so probably. Rodrigo Frietas, I believe.”


“Got me. You'd have to ask her.” Alina's lips twitched. “But, honestly, I wouldn't suggest it. She already thinks you're trouble.”

“Me?” Damon snorted. “You're the one who gets embroiled with terrorists and psychos.”

“But you're never far behind these days,” Alina pointed out.

“Someone has to keep you in check,” Damon retorted, causing her to chuckle. “You have a knack for sniffing out trouble.”

“Well, I certainly didn't sniff out a head,” she shot back, a grin creasing her lips. “Where is it?”

“In front of my window, stuck on a pike of some kind.”


CW Browning was writing before she could spell. Making up stories in the backyard with her childhood best friend, imagination ran wild from the very beginning. When she moved to New Jersey from Kansas at the age of seven, those tales became written words as she adjusted to life on the East Coast. Her first full-length novel was printed out on a dot-matrix printer at the age of eight. Through the years, the writing continued as an enjoyable past-time while she pursued other avenues of interest, attending Rutgers University and studying History. In time, though, it became apparent where her heart truly lie. CW still makes up stories in her backyard, but now she crafts them for her readers to enjoy. She makes her home in Southern New Jersey, where she loves to grill organic steak and sip red wine on the patio.

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WWW Wednesday 10-22-14

WWW Wednesday

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• What are you currently reading?
• What did you recently finish reading?
• What do you think you’ll read next?

-What are you currently reading?

I’m currently reading two books—Shattered (Iron Druid Chronicles, #7) by Kevin Hearn and Death Perception by Lee Allen Howard. This is me trying to put a dent in my actual Goodreads to-read shelf. Never mind that there are hundreds of books on that shelf. In any case, I’m liking both thus far.

-What did you recently finish reading?

I finished Aftershock (H.I.V.E. #7), which is apparently not the last in the series. K, I knew that, but I also thought Deadlock (#8) was the last and out. Turns out, it’s not out, and it may or may not be the last. It probably isn’t. There’s probably nine books, three trilogies. So I’ll be here, waiting.

I also read The Blood of Olympus (Heroes of Olympus, #5). That was a great end to an awesome series, and I’m going to miss those little demigods.

Next I tried a new author. I picked up Broken Symmetry by Dan Rix, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. It’s a ya sci-fi thriller, which is pretty cool. The science is neat. The concept is awesome. I just had a tough time connecting with the characters, who didn’t feel very consistent. All in all, though, it was a pretty good read. I’ll keep Rix on my watch list.

Finally, I read Hunted (Iron Druid Chronicles, #6). I read the first five at the beginning of 2013. Then I’m not sure what happened, but I’m back on it. Also, I <3 Oberon.

-What do you think you’ll read next?

The Slow Regard of Silent Things by Patrick Rothfuss comes out next week. I’ll read that as soon as I can. I’ve got some other books in the lineup, and we’ll see what I get to first.


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Monday, October 20, 2014

CURMUDGEONISM by Kelly Crigger


Discovering who you are is not just for teenagers. Midlife men must also rediscover the world around them while struggling with their own impending mortality and legacy, especially those who change careers and lifestyles.

Middle-aged men like me are under siege, beset on all sides by personal ambition, internal expectations, familial pressure, disillusionment, uncertainty, and legacy. It’s a constant battle to balance the needs of the self and the needs of others and a struggle to discover which ones really take priority. Some win this battle and some tragically lose.

Curmudgeonism is a state of mind, unwavering, unapologetic, and uninterested in what people think. We are the proverbial old dog that can’t be taught new tricks because we know the old tricks are tried and true. We have firm beliefs that can’t be shaken. Free trade is good. True leaders are rare. Happiness is a luxury. Golf is a waste of time and we don’t have enough years left to be unproductive. We don’t apologize for our views because we’ve spent half a lifetime developing them. Theory and idealism sounds good in school but only until it becomes cost prohibitive and the real world determines ground truth. Curmudgeons are uncaring about what people think and have low expectations on the world because it’s done little more than disappoint us. We’re middle aged and tired of looking, acting, feeling the way people want us to, so we’re breaking out and being who we were meant to be; irascible curs who make the world a better place through brutal honesty. We see this as our duty and take it seriously.

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Kelly Crigger is an angry troll who lives under a bridge, eats goats that wander past, and throws their bones into the canyon of despair.

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Friday, October 17, 2014


by Dean C. Moore

Fraternal twins are separated from birth, and raised to be assassins. They were never meant to meet. But even when kept apart, they’re just too powerful. Their paranormal abilities cease to be an advantage when they can no longer be controlled. So they are scheduled for cancellation.

Their paths cross before they can be taken out. It is only then that they discover the true depths of their betrayal. Not only are they stronger when they’re together, they’re half-breeds, sired by an all-powerful warlock.

The question is, are they strong enough even together to take him on now that he’s coming for them?

They have an ace up their sleeves they are not aware of. Drawn to the same kind of women, they find themselves married to a pair of sorceresses whose magical abilities are only now surfacing.

But one encounter with dear old dad is all it takes for them to realize, they’re still the underdogs.

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“The series is called Blood Brothers, but this adventure is really a family affair: the brothers, their partners, children and even their old man in a starring role as the villain. Think Disney's Incredibles, but in a violent and bizarre fantasy world.” Rob May, Dragon Killer

“With incredibly detailed world building and action scenes, this story seems like it would make a phenomenal film or TV series.

Moore pulls out all the stops with dragons, telekinesis, shapeshifters and insurmountable odds in this battle of good versus evil - and a villain who just won't lay down and die.” Demelza Carlton, Ocean’s Gift

“When you read a Dean C. Moore novel, you can expect rich, original characters, witty dialogue and unexpected plot turns. Blood Brothers doesn't disappoint.” JC Gatlin, Designated Survivor

Jared Rawlings fought to keep up with his wife Ellen, the predatory animal that was the real him threatening to break free of the placid, domesticated creature on the surface that held him prisoner.

They made their way to the latest stall, past the body odors and the dust kicked up in the dirt road by the relentless march of harried shoppers. The Moroccan marketplace was teaming with life; not all of it for sale, at least on this side of the display tables.

Ellen's eyes darted to the curios, his to the latest constellation of attackers. Whoever had sent the first one after him had abandoned subtle and understated methods.

One fez-wearing assailant, in the window two stories up, aimed his rifle at him. Another assassin, lurking in the shadows the booth over, reached for a Yemeni Janbiya under his vest.

Jared picked up a frying pan, and deflected the bullet from the shooter at the man with the short curved-blade dagger the booth over. The gunfire and ricocheting sounds were swallowed up in the mayhem of the marketplace.

He gazed at the back of the frying pan—with nary a scratch—impressed. Thrusting the pan before Ellen, he said, “I like this one.”

Having missed what was going on with him entirely, she pointed to the miniature brewer and the Arabic coffee. “A few shots of that are what you need.” Addressing the peddler, she said, “I swear, he sleepwalks through life.”

-What made you want to write?

My detractors would probably say a savior complex. I see things going on in the world that are so wrong and I want to fix it. I want us all to be better people and to treat each other better. I want us all to be a hell of a lot more enlightened than we are. Fortunately for me, the philosopher and futurist in me are very good at big picture and trend analysis, at seeing how things are going to play out globally many moves and many years in advance. They see patterns within patterns, how emerging technologies will transform lives and what it means to be human. (From these voices come the themes explored in my sci-fi). The Nostradamus-style psychic in me sees how we can continue to develop our paranormal abilities over time, telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, you name it. (From these insights are born my paranormal fantasies). The scientist and psychologist in me have a lot to add to the conversation. Then there are the various dramatic personae performing on stage in my head that need to act out everything like adolescents to have a deeper understanding of life. Put these (and the many other voices in my head together) and I end up with a fairly holistic view of the world that might actually be worth something.

There’s a part of me that is thusly convinced if everyone read my books they would be duly enlightened and the world would be saved. (I try to talk him down, but it never seems to work.) In reality, it’s probably more like we are all emitting truth on different wavelengths and there are readers who are just right for us, who need to hear what we have to say just when we have to say it. And conversely, no matter how famous a writer you may be, you may just not be the voice that reader needs at that moment, the one who will move him or her to epiphanies and life changing transformations.

Now, needless to say saving the world from itself is a rather grandiose project. What’s more, it’s been my experience that no matter how much people need saving, they don’t want you to save them. Add to these realizations the fact that nothing kills a good story faster than preachy, pedagogic characters, unless of course, you’re having a good laugh at their expense. But I’ve found that if I can sneak the essential truths I wish to impart into the subtext of the story, then the story itself works its magic in ways no amount of rational arguments or scientific proofs could. I suppose that’s because when we read fiction we read with our entire brains, not just our rational minds. Our left and right brain get in sync, the various layers of superconscious, conscious, and unconscious come into alignment. And by recruiting that much mind power in the reader through the magic of storytelling, we might just be able to save the world after all, one reader at a time. Okay, there’s that grandiose guy again. I tell you, keeping this guy in the closet is such the chore.

-What draws you to your genre of choice?

I find when I have people walking on water and holding out their hands and crushing cars at a distance the genre sort of chooses itself. Honestly, after that, do I really need to tell you what genres I write in?

So the question for me becomes, what compels me to view humans in this manner? Am I even interested in humanity at all, or am I rather more focused on what some in scientific circles refer to as the trans-humans that we are evolving into? Trans-humans are essentially humans with powers, powers which even the most exemplary and heroic of us would have trouble whipping out on command. Thus these individuals can only be explained as the next step in evolution. Now some of us may get there all on our own with nothing more than meditation and a few esoteric Zen practices. (See my paranormal fantasies in this regard, i.e. Blood Brothers.) Some may require more of a boost from technology. (See my cyberpunk, artificial-intelligence-rich sci-fi, replete with hybrid cybernetic lifeforms, i.e. Escape From the Future). And then there are those who will embrace both paths. (See my sci-fi/paranormal hybrid novels, i.e. The Warlock’s Friend, and the series, The Hundred Year Clones, and Renaissance 2.0.)

In short, I don’t do genre writing. I meditate on the future of humanity and by so doing I end up being pigeonholed by evil people as this or that kind of genre writer. You know, people who just can’t deal with you unless you’re like every other writer they know and read in their lives. Who eschew surprises, adventure and the unknown. Maybe they’re not evil so much as traumatized by other writers who let them down by not honoring the conventions of this or that genre. But I believe with a little TLC these folks can be encouraged to be whole again and to embrace the idea that some writers are worth following anywhere, into any genre, just so they keep writing and keep thinking about things that are relevant to them.

-Name a fun fact you learned researching this project.

I learned that there really are people that can hold out their hands and move objects at a distance. No kidding. I learned that there really are power spots across the globe that shamans have used for millennia to heal, to move from one realm to the other (not just realms of consciousness, but other worlds, other dimensions.) In fact there is little in films like X-Men or my paranormal fantasy novel, Blood Brothers, that hasn’t been documented and demonstrated by some sage or spiritual adept hidden away in the mountains somewhere. And you can well imagine that until the world is a little more accepting of these things why they might choose to remain hidden away.

-Which of your characters would you go out for drinks with?

My arch-villain, Rydell. I’m from that school of thought that believes the bad guy should always be the most interesting character in the story. He’s smart, he’s suave, he’s funny, he’s complex and multifaceted, and has a mind and a character you can just get lost in. His inner depths are as seductive as they are bottomless.

-For aspiring writers, any tips?

The only way to get better is to keep writing. Some folks stare at a blank page for hours with complete performance anxiety. Others, like Hemingway, will write a sentence, and then have to spend a week rewriting it because it’s never good enough. And so are led to drink to excess. They turn writing into a form of torture owing to some deep-seated insecurities. As writers we all have these nagging self-doubts, but you have to put them aside. You have to write with heart and tremendous courage, knowing that no matter how good the book is and how good your writing is, it will never be good enough. But perfection is hardly the point; perfection is not art. What is the point is to take the very spiritual journey of self-transformation that will make you not only a better writer but a better person at the end of the novel. And you can only get there one step at a time, one word, one sentence at a time. Wishing greatness on yourself will not do it. But you can write your way to greatness, providing you can embrace the spiritual path of inner transformation.

Just like our characters have to grow with the challenges they face in the story, so we as writers must grow with the challenges we give ourselves with those cliffhangers at the end of each chapter, by doing the impossible again and again. After all, how does one survive falling off a cliff exactly? Nothing could be more spiritual in nature, as no amount of human ability is up to the task. You must access the superhuman in yourself day in and day out. But strangely, that is less about ability, and more about humility and surrender to that higher power that moves your hands across that keyboard.

And don’t buy into the illusion that your first book must be a masterpiece. Few people can even agree on what that is. It just has to be good and the next one has to be better. That’s natural. It is true that some artists do their best work the first time out of the starting gate. With Orson Welles it was Citizen Kane. I would say, aspire not to be that guy, but the individual who gets better with each book. That way you have a life and a journey to look forward to that is less filled with regret, remorse, and tales of that big fish you landed once.

-Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

Those Perry Mason tales that Erle Stanley Gardner wrote, which comprise the classic who-done-it mystery subgenre, are very difficult for me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t write mysteries (usually, but not always couched in sci-fi or fantasy). I circumvent the problem as Patricia Highsmith did in The Talented Mr. Ripley. I let the reader in on who did the crime from the onset. And I shift the focus and the fascination to seeing how far he can go and continue to get away with the crimes before someone catches him (witness Professor Hartman of my Renaissance 2.0 franchise). And as always, I make the bad guy the most fun character in the story so you enjoy being inside his head.


I write sci-fi, fantasy, action-adventures and thrillers, or some combination thereof—usually with a strong vein of dark humor. Though, my works are dramas first; the humor is there to take the edge off as with the Raiders of the Lost Ark, Transformers, and Jurassic Park franchises.

I wrote screenplays for a while, and while enjoying them, I found them a bit confining. After a while you just need the extra page count to flesh out characters better and do additional world building, especially when considering doing anything epic in scope. I also took a run at future forecasting and trend tracking, being as I always had my head in the future, things like Alvin Toffler’s Future Shock. I also relished this, and can certainly see myself releasing a few titles accordingly in the nonfiction area. But since delving into novels, short and long, I’ve definitely found my home and my voice. For the first time I feel the restraints have been taken off of my imagination. I suppose all mediums have their limits, so I may end up doing a mix of things, but I suspect I will continue to spend most of my time with novels. Series add an additional dimension, allowing for even more depth and development both in the character and world building departments. But I remain at heart a divergent thinker, so, no surprise, I seem to have more series going than follow up installments at this point. That too may change over time; we’ll see. Until then, it may be best to just think of these books as one-offs if you’re fond of my writing style and some of the themes I work with.

My current catalog of twelve books represents a little over five years' worth of work. I'm currently averaging a couple books annually. Of my existing franchises with multiple installments, The Hundred Year Clone books can be read in any order, while the 5 books of Renaissance 2.0 must be read in sequence as they form part of a singular story arc (much as with A Game of Thrones.)

I live in the country where I breed bluebirds, which are endangered in these parts, as my small contribution to restoring nature's balance. When I'm not writing, or researching my next book, I may also be found socializing with friends, or working in my organic garden.

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VIOLCA'S DRAGON by Leilani Love

by Leilani Love

Violca knows life can change instantly. Her parents died suddenly, leaving her to raise four younger sisters and keep them safe ~ even from the golden-eyed stranger.

Chase knows the Grey sisters possibly hold the key to his fate. He is determined to get close, protect them and bring them to his Dragon King. What Violca doesn't know is that once a dragon decides he wants something, there is no stopping him from getting it.

Opening the door, she steps onto the patio and smiles at Eryk. Her eyes are drawn to some movement behind him and she looks up to see Chase walking in from the woods. He is wearing his pants low on his hips and no shirt. Her breath catches as she notices his rippling muscles and the light traces of a six pack on his abs. When her eyes finally roam up to his face, she feels her cheeks heat up. His self-satisfied smile tells her he saw her checking him out.

Eryk clears his throat. “Good morning.”

Violca swears she must be beet red. She smiles at Eryk. “Morning, I just wanted to invite you guys in for eggs and sausage.”

Scott peaks his head out of the tent. “Did you say sausage?”

“Yep, do you want to join us?”

“Hell yeah,” Scott replies, crawling out from the tent.

Violca’s eyes widen. Scott is also in only a pair of jeans, no shirt, and Violca smiles thinking Linda and the girls would be mad to find out that she is the first to see him with his shirt off. She hears a growl and turns to see Chase watching her. “Be careful, I think there is an animal close by,” she says, wondering where that sound came from. “It shouldn’t be too much longer.”



Leilani Love is a proud mother of two very active boys. A military wife she loves getting to meet new people wherever they move. She loves to read books crossing many genres. Her love affair with dragons started when she was young and one day dreams of having her own dragon and black panther.

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Wednesday, October 15, 2014


by C. A. Gray

The Shadow Lord has the Philosopher’s Stone, and therefore an army of invincible penumbra. He also possesses the fragments of Excalibur, the legendary sword prophesied to be the instrument of either his own destruction, or that of the Child of the Prophecy. The sword, he knows, requires blood to be reforged… and he knows exactly whose blood he wants.

Meanwhile, the Watchers are desperate to steal back the fragments of Excalibur and find out how to reforge them before the Shadow Lord does. Isdemus places Peter and Lily in Carlion’s sister cities for safe-keeping until the war begins. But Peter and Lily have an idea that might enable the Watchers to steal back the fragments, in spite of the Shadow Lord’s invincible army. Their plan requires them to travel halfway across the world, to an island largely believed to exist only in Greek mythology. Along the way, however, the Shadow Lord uses a pawn to convince Peter and Lily that they are powerless. Without their gifts of the Ancient Tongue, will either one of them stand a chance?

In this gripping conclusion of the Piercing the Veil trilogy, the Watchers and the Shadow Lord both amass their ranks, the battle begins, and the true identity of the Child of the Prophecy is revealed—to the shock of all.



Sargon stood on the edge of a precipice. He was somewhere in the Andes mountains, thick fir trees at his back and sheer rock descending to a ravine below. He could not even see the bottom.

In one hand, Sargon held the Philosopher’s Stone. It was blood-red, and cut in a spherical shape. In the other, he held the fragments of a golden sword: Excalibur. He closed his eyes, a blissful smile curling his cruel lips, creasing the jagged scar across Kane’s right cheek.

You’re going to lose, Kane snarled. Peter will destroy you.

You know that is a lie, Kane, Sargon replied calmly. I have the Philosopher’s Stone, and the fragments of Excalibur. I am invincible.

But you don’t know how to reforge Excalibur. As long as they are fragments, you have no hope of fulfilling the prophecy!

Sargon shook his head, still smiling. Kane was right, of course: he did not know how to reforge the sword. Yet. But he knew how to find out.

In a ringing voice, Sargon cried out, “An sprioc, inis dom do speisialta!”

Instantly the Andes disappeared, and the world became silent and luminous. Kane felt himself locked in a rigid lattice structure of purest, deepest red, the light of the sun bouncing all around and through him. A thousand flashes of the Stone’s memory bombarded Kane at once: the impossible, dizzying, unimaginable heat from the inside of a volcano; the crushing pressure; the explosive force, propelling him down the edges of a mountain amidst running lava.

Excalibur must be reforged, Sargon told the Stone. How can this be accomplished?

Kane felt, rather than heard, the Stone’s answer. He watched without eyes as men slaughtered one another, their blood running like the lava had done seconds before. It was both a memory and a reply.

Blood, thought Sargon with satisfaction. Of course. It is so simple. Had not the Stone required him to spill his own blood in exchange for his immortality?

The red luminescent world disappeared, and Sargon blinked, again standing on the edge of the precipice. Of course, he thought again. He consulted Kane’s memory of the prophecy with a flash: Both shall fall, but the One who holds the blade that was broken shall emerge victorious.

In order to reforge Excalibur, someone must die.

There are three candidates, Sargon thought. I have already taken the body of one; only two yet remain. One will serve the blood sacrifice. Then, with Excalibur restored, I shall kill the other.

Sargon felt Kane’s quiet despair. A cruel smile curled his lips once more.

It is a beautiful symmetry, Kane. Is it not?

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C. A. Gray is a Naturopathic Medical Doctor (NMD), with a primary care practice in Tucson, AZ. She has always been captivated by the power of a good story, fictional or otherwise, which is probably why she loves holistic medicine: a patient’s physical health is invariably intertwined with his or her life story, and she believes that the one can only be understood in context with the other.

She still wants to be everything when she grows up.

She moonlights as a college chemistry teacher (she has a degree in biochemistry, with minors in Spanish and Creative Writing), does theater when she gets the chance, sings, plays piano, was once a personal trainer and in coffee shop management. She is blessed with exceptionally supportive family and friends, and thanks God for them every single day!

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