***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 →