***Tangled Threads takes place prior to The Shattered Ones (Book 1 of The Aftermath).*** Our apartment was sparse, to put things politely. We didn’t have a couch, the bed was a mattress we’d dumpster-picked from a wealthy neighborhood, and all our dishes were mismatched. Still, even with the leaking roof, smell of weed from the... Continue Reading →
“I’m not sure what I expected after the cloning facility went down.” I laughed halfheartedly—this was not where I had expected to start. “When the roof collapsed, I expected to die. When I didn’t, I thought it would just be over, somehow. Like in the books, where the heroes finish their mission and everyone goes... Continue Reading →
Graffiti with my name? It wasn’t a new occurrence, but certainly the first in a while. Which meant that Octavian’s plan to bring in spectators and revenue was working. The thought should have settled my nerves—public opinion was everything, after all—but instead something sank in my stomach as we entered the Arena gates. It might... Continue Reading →
***Silent Nights takes place between The Shattered Ones (Book 1) and In the Unbreaking (Book 2). Mild spoilers for Book 1 contained herein!*** Lemons weren’t hard to come by. Neither were oranges. In this climate and urban setting, I could be certain of finding both in almost any back yard or roadside planting. Sugar, on... Continue Reading →
Twilight came to the valley with a dusty purple sky, thunderheads illuminated in the distance by occasional flashes of lightning. My shift long over, I sat out under a desert willow, recorder balanced on the cast-concrete bench next to me. Deadeye’s German accent drifted from the device into the evening air as I transcribed my... Continue Reading →
Brigitte Cromey 