The forest didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like something watching. Maura moved ahead, fast and focused, carving a path through the ferns without speaking. Her blade was still out, low and ready, more for certainty than defense. Kevin followed just behind, legs aching from the sprint, lungs still pulling…
Below you will find a draft section of my future fantasy novel, tentatively titled ‘The Last Forgotten Son.’ Not telling you where in the story this appears, but its still the first draft. It might contain errors, spelling and grammar mistakes… Nobody is perfect. The book will be part of…
I didn’t start writing fiction because I thought I had some big creative gift. I started because I had something to say, and fiction gave me the space to say it without getting interrupted. People assume stories like The Shattered Shield or Broken Shadows are about the action. They’re not….
Every character I write comes from somewhere. Some are built entirely from imagination, others draw from the people I’ve known, the things I’ve experienced, and the stories that feel real even in a fictional setting. Dolan Keane, the protagonist of Broken Shadows, is one of the most personal characters I’ve…
Noveling isn’t linear, and I see mine as being in no way similar to anybody else’s. I’m not saying it’s better or worse. It just coincidentally works for me. It’s messy and maddening and unpredictable and sometimes ridiculous. But it’s the only way that I’ve been able to find of…
Some writers stay in one lane. They build a career around a single genre—fantasy, thriller, historical fiction—and master it. I respect that, but it’s not how my brain works. Right now, I’m juggling two books in completely different genres: My untitled fantasy adventure novel, and a Cold War-era thriller about…
Here is a sneak peak of the Prologue for my upcoming release called Broken Shadows! The ready room aboard the USS Gerald R. Ford was stifling, the low hum of the carrier’s systems vibrating through the deck plates. The SEAL team sat scattered across the room, checking gear, drinking coffee,…
In corridors lined with silent whispers,A veteran walks, burdened by his name—A thread unraveling, stitched with scars,Guilt weighing heavier than flame. Beneath the mask, he wears his failure,A phantom cloaked in midnight’s hue;Voices linger, soft as shrapnel,Cutting through the fractured view. Each step he takes, a ghost beside him,Specters woven…
I recently wrote another post about writing and how it helps with PTSD, you can read it here. A book has been on my to-do list since I was around 13 or 14. Back then, I wrote a few chapters of a story on my parents’ computer called “Dolan’s Voyage.”…
USS Ronald Reagan, operating in the Pacific Ocean in route to the South China Sea. *** The flight deck thrummed with energy, the roar of jet engines mingling with the sharp tang of aviation fuel in the salty air. Crew members in brightly colored vests darted between aircraft, their movements…
