I honor of Veteran’s Day, I’m sharing Sue Vincent’s poignant, personal, and beautifully written reflection on the legacy of war. It’s a tribute to those who’ve served and their families, as well as a heartfelt plea for peace.

The Silent Eye

My mother was not quite seventeen when I was born. She and my father, just three years her senior, had married early as he had joined the army. They were still living close to home when I first came into the world, but it was not long before they moved to married quarters at the other end of the country. My father, though, was not around for long as his unit was sent on active duty overseas, so my mother, still just a teenager herself and with a small child to raise, became effectively a single parent with no family close enough to offer the support and advice she needed.

In spite of being very young at the time, I have very clear memories of where we lived, the things we would do together and the places we went. We lived in a small, top-floor flat in an old building…

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3 More Book Reviews

I’m deep into NaNoWriMo, writing furiously between ongoing parental health stuff. I had to abandon my first draft of a trilogy over a year ago, and can’t even remember some of the characters’ names!  Ugh and Lol. I’m not stopping to look them up. They’re just getting new names that I’ll have to reconcile later. What a mess. But so fun to be writing.

I’ve also been gobbling down books, and it’s about time to share three more reviews!  Here goes:

The Prince’s Man

by Deborah Jay

I thoroughly enjoyed this entertaining and skillfully-written fantasy novel. I was particularly taken with the tight narrative, not a wasted scene or conversation, every word counting as the story unfolded. This contributed to a quick pace and complimented the well-considered plot that comes together with a satisfying ending. Though the first in a series, The Prince’s Man can also be read as a stand-alone.

All that good stuff, and then there’s more… the characters are fabulous, deeply flawed and sympathetic at the same time. The relationship between Rustam and Risada takes center stage. There are hints of a romantic attraction but the reader is saved from moon eyes and heaving chests by a very real tension based on past experiences, current loyalties, and objectives. Despite being allies, there’s a lot of loathing going on here. I love that.

Elves, trolls, and were-cats throw the story into the classic fantasy genre and are integral to the plot and underlying theme of the book. The political machinations are realistic enough to be recognizable today. Prejudices, bigotry, genocide, and beliefs in cultural superiority are alive and well in Jay’s world-building. The characters are forced to revisit their worldviews, but just like in real life, they will only open their eyes so wide. And Jay doesn’t hold back on the brutality.

I’m looking forward to reading the next in the series and seeing what happens to the two main characters as well as a host of others who intrigued me no end. Recommended for anyone who loves a good fantasy.


My Maine

by Bette Stevens

This collection of haiku takes about an hour to read, but I recommend a slower savoring of this literary treat. Arranged by season, each poem is an exquisite snapshot of life in Maine — its landscapes, wildlife, people, pastimes, heritage, and communities. They stand alone, but the book’s real beauty is how, when strung together, they create a poetic photo album that captures the heart of the state. A lovely read that I highly recommend.


Skating on Thin Ice

by Jacquie Biggar

Injured hockey star Mac Wanowski and his physiotherapist Samantha Walters are stuck together in a secluded mountain cabin. Persistent storms keep them snowbound, but that’s a problem because someone is trying to kill Mac. With the thriller plot as a backdrop, Mac and Sam navigate their attraction to each other, swinging back and forth between escalating passion and fury. The end is full of action and some surprises. Pacing is excellent and the characters are well-defined. Skating on Thin Ice is classic romance with the addition of an exciting subplot. Highly recommended for romance readers.

Happy Reading!



Questing beast?

A wonderful retelling of a mythic tale with a unique POV by Sue Vincent. I hope you enjoy.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

I feel the life within and around me with fierce joy. It is a glorious morning. Dew sparkles like living diamonds on the grass and the air is bright. Waking to such a day is pure pleasure. I stretch out my forelegs, rousing muscles stiff from sleep, and flex my wings. I strike the ground and a stream is born, pooling around my hoof, one of my father’s more useful gifts.

I drink, admiring my rippling reflection and then break my fast; the grass is young here and sweet and there are apples on the trees.

Once I have eaten, I set about preening my feathers… a laborious task, but necessary. There is an itch, just there on the leading edge. I twist around to reach it, a most ungainly position for one such as I… and find that I am being watched.

Beyond the spring, there is a young…

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Hidebound Hump Day ― Punk Response to Prompt

A delightful little tease from Teagan. Enjoy the quick read. You’ll be wanting more. 🙂

Teagan's Books

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

It’s Hidebound Hump Day, my chuckaboos! I’m already struggling with the pace of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).  However, I’m happy with what I’ve done so far on my new, quirky story.  Not to be coy, but I’m keeping this one “close to the vest,” as The Dealer might say.

Tesla as imagined by Rob Goldstein Tesla as imagined by Rob Goldstein

Regardless of all that, I couldn’t resist pausing long enough to make some kind of response to a prompt from Diana Wallace Peach.

Diana is also doing NaNoWriMo, but she took time to issue a delightful writing challenge.

Write from the point of view of a creature that doesn’t exist in the “real” world.  Don’t tell us what the creature is. Let us “experience” it through its thoughts and actions.  

Although I really, really wanted to work this into my November novel… it wasn’t coming together.  Then I…

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“Tidbits For Starters” ©J.E.Goldie – A November Writing Challenge – Myths of The Mirror

A chilling tone and mysterious creatures from Jen Goldie. Another great hook. I hope you enjoy the story.

Jen Goldie - A little this, a little that, some real and some imaginings.

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay


Write from the point of view of a creature that doesn’t exist in the “real” world. Don’t tell us what the creature is. Let us “experience” it through its thoughts and actions. Images are fine, but don’t include “the creature” in the image. The point is to “show” with your words.


They hastened to the half point of their haven. Events had been happening light years beyond their limited expectations. It was easier to sliver than slide. Most senior ones knew from eons of experience.

“Tall, yet majestic.” Thought one.

“Easily accessible.” Thought another.

“Fresh and supple.” Thought a third.

“New blood for the changing.” Whispered another.

They had waited for centuries for just this moment, and not a moment too soon.

“Is the host acceptable?” one questioned.

“Will it bend to our wishes?” asked another…

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#Writingchallenge – The blob

Robbie brings us a typical high school science class. Or NOT! I hope you enjoy the story. 🙂

Roberta Writes

“It has no mouth, no eyes, 720 sexes, and can detect food and digest it?”

The deep rumbling voice of the scientist travels through its cells and it hears, despite having no brain.

“It thrives in temperatures oscillating between 19 and 25 degrees Celsius and in high levels of humidity. Acacia trees, oak bark and chestnut bark are its favourite places to grow,” the voice continues. “It has some amazing characteristics. It can move at a speed of 1.6 inches per hour, heal itself when it’s dissected and solve problems.”

Lying in petri dishes, three to each workstation in the science laboratory, it gives no indication that it is listening and considering every word that is spoken.

“You each have a scalpel and a piece of the slime mold on the table in front of you. We are going to dissect it so that you can see it fuse itself…

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The Network: Myths of the Mirror November Writing Challenge

Holy Moly. A fabulous story from Audrey. Enjoy!

Audrey Driscoll's Blog

Written in response to a challenge at Diana’s blog.

A big old one is down. We knew it was ailing. It had given up part of its substance to the Eaters and Dissolvers, and for long its messages had become faint. It went down hard. The whole net shuddered. The Burrowers trembled and Stompers scattered. Now the entire flow shifts and jiggles. Water has backed up through the nets and mineral transport has halted. Our hyphae tingle, for we know what is to come.

We’ve been through this before. The fall of a big one tears a rift in the fabric, laying the matrix open to That Which Is Above. The whole network redeploys, full of flurries and judders. Messages vibrate through us. Carbon, nitrogen, phosphorus—hold those supplies! Protective compounds, a flux of nutrients—more, more, more! Make chitin, build new tubes, shut down useless sections. Pump and transmit

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