Love is a Strange Dark Magic ~Atticus
Hello fellow travelers,
Pack a thermos, grab a snack, and let your imagination journey with me for a while. Visit realms of beauty and horror. Places of shadow and myth, peopled by Werefolk, Vampires, Sidhe, and Djinn. Walk the streets where ghosts dwell, or villages where Voodoo reigns. Enter the compounds of secret organizations, delve into secrets older than time.
Meet strong women who can stand on their own and the men who dare to love them. Stay tuned for news on where they'll travel next. Enjoy a snippet or blurb and a glimpse at where the road may lead. Though fraught with peril, love will find a way.
Pack a thermos, grab a snack, and let your imagination journey with me for a while. Visit realms of beauty and horror. Places of shadow and myth, peopled by Werefolk, Vampires, Sidhe, and Djinn. Walk the streets where ghosts dwell, or villages where Voodoo reigns. Enter the compounds of secret organizations, delve into secrets older than time.
Meet strong women who can stand on their own and the men who dare to love them. Stay tuned for news on where they'll travel next. Enjoy a snippet or blurb and a glimpse at where the road may lead. Though fraught with peril, love will find a way.
ABOUT MEAuthor, after all these yearsPoetry has been and always will be her first love, but life put different words on the page and the tone of the world changed.
Brenda Nichols leads an unextraordinary life in a small house in Kentucky she calls The Hermitage. She believes it’s the magic of words that transports us to fantastic worlds, makes us heroes, breaks our hearts, and puts us together again. Her pen is put to page to write paranormal or urban fantasies, always with a touch of romance. Having worked at everything from soda jerk, to dairy farmer, dog groomer to software analyst, she’s now retired and lives a quiet life except for the tapping of fingers on the keyboard. She binges on coffee and keeps vampire hours, often going to bed when the sun is rising. Her mind comes alive at night when the world is quiet and the crickets sing. |
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