Lady Ashley Davies thundered across a field under the twilight of a star. She groped for the satchel corded around her shoulders, clutching the scroll beneath the leather. Ashley did not know how far they were from the Ruby Tower.The geography of the Hedgerow would never allow that. She felt the tower though. Saw it…
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THE THREADBARE PRINCE – QUERY LETTER
Dear Inquiring Agent, An unseen war rages.A war begun by the Fairy Folk, supernatural slavers, in the days of old. A war inherited by magical, mortal bloodlines.It is a timeless war.A secret war. Peter Lewis, a young squire and heir to a magical bloodline, is not ready to join that war. But, when Peter’s brother, Sir David…
Each Other
by C.S. Humble “I prayed, father. I lifted up to God my heart, which I prayed he would mend. I prayed until my lips were dry with my protestations against the wicked, devils, and their agents.Fervently, father, I prayed. Until my hair was damp, my brow beaded with sweat. I blessed my enemies with a…
Horror Bound’s Review of A Red Winter in the West
My thanks to the folks at Horror Bound who gave a wonderful review of A RED WINTER IN THE WEST!He writes: There were plenty of surprises and twists throughout as well, always keeping the reader guessing about who was the next to go or who to trust. I would gladly recommend this book, either as…
On 37, A Sharp Number
I was talking to my mom, who had called to wish me a happy birthday. I thanked her and said, “37 is a nice, sharp number.” Birthday year celebrations are wonderful little social markers. A way the entire community, born-into or chosen, circles a person and says, “We are glad you are here.” The community…
Cover Reveal for A RED WINTER IN THE WEST
With all my thanks to Sam Lotfi of DC Comics
Christmastide – A Manhattan Reflection – Part I
It is Christmas morning in Eastland, Texas. The year is 1996. My maternal grandfather and grandmother are still alive. My siblings and cousins and I are sitting in a living room that faces the southern edge of Lake Leon. We are surrounded by innumerable packages, all of them wrapped in shining gossamer paper, piled high…
America is an Airport
It is a dangerous proposition to wax nostalgic about the American tradition in the 21st century. As a national community, we don’t care much for the company of each other. It’s like we’ve all overstayed our welcome at Thanksgiving, the conversations turned political, the Cowboys lost, and someone dropped Grandma’s seventy-five-year old recipe for mashed…
Sidebar: All That Love Inside You
It is not self-aggrandizing to say, nor is it meant to be boastful, when I tell you that I have a deep and abiding love for you. If we’ve known each other for years and consider ourselves thick as thieves, or if you befriended me just because we met a long time ago, I want…
Author's Reviews – The Massacre at Yellow Hill
Thanks so much to the Author’s Reviews for reading THE MASSACRE AT YELLOW HILL. They loved it! Humble shows great talent for writing scary, creepy stories that might make it a bit hard to sleep when the lights flick off. His storytelling is polished and moves along nicely. If you are looking for a scary…