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My debut novel, Critical Condition, is officially out in the world. This story introduces Dr. Althea Brooks, a veteran ER physician fighting to save lives while her own career is threatened by politics, bias, and a system that’s quick to turn on her.

It’s tense, human, and very close to my heart. If you love character-driven thrillers set inside real-world institutions, I hope you’ll give it a read.

This is just the beginning.

Available now.

The Pilot is a lyrical, spiritual, and psychological novel that blends realism with symbolism, dreams, and inner monologue.

Hi again!

I had begun publishing individual chapters of book two of The Godchild Saga, The Iceborne Spire. Since the manuscript was completed much faster than I had anticipated, I have decided to publish the entire book at once. If anyone is still interested in reading it chapter by chapter rather than purchasing the entire book, please let me know and I will continue publishing the chapters individually.

“Good Evening, J’Koth. I have some mysteries for you.” Kavtha strode into the ship’s laboratory.
“Kavtha. More than one mystery? That is exciting. What’s first?”
Kavtha set the box she had been carrying on a nearby counter. J’Koth slid up to her side and watched as she took two bundles out of the box. “I think this one is more time sensitive,” Kavtha declared. “These are fritsqueaks that Hov’cHon brought me. He brought two at the same time!”
“Two!? That’s astonishing! I wonder how far apart he killed them.” J’Koth looked uncharacteristically fond for a moment before structuring his face back to professionalism. “You’re right. I don’t think I can conduct a necropsy before the end of this shift; we’ll need to put them in the freezer.”

I am a poetess but I wrote a novel too. The Pilot is a psychological spiritual fantasy romance novel that I wrote with poetic inspiration. Nare is the main character of my novel. I created this character to blend realities with fantasies and realism with symbolism. Nare is my favorite character.

The Pilot is a lyrical, spiritual and psychological novel that blends realism with symbolism, dreams, and inner monologue.

There is something mysterious and mystic. The story is a mix of realistic life events and relationships and something mystical as well.

I just want to introduce myself. My name is Dawn and I have been writing since 2005. Circumstances have made publishing my works extremely difficult. This application has truly answered my prayers. I look forward to sharing the collection of books I have started throughout the years. I have three main stories I hope you will enjoy reading them just as much as I have writing them. please keep a look out for Akraseal (aa-kray-seel) Nightshade: Heathers' story, The Legend of devils Den, and Lilly Loco Animatronic: Origin Story

I can't publish my book is too long

La tierra está en calma, no ha escupido recientemente;
cruje, se acomoda, duerme de nuevo... “y sin embargo se mueve”.
El viento lo acaricia, lo mima, lo purifica y le proporciona cariño;
el mar lo refresca, lo apasiona, intenta seducirlo y satisface sus necesidades.
“Ella” (sí, en femenino), intuye que sus espacios se modifican lentamente,
que se abren y se contraen dimensionando los cuerpos; apretando.
“El” (sí, en masculino), intenta sofocar el fuego iniciado por astros,
prendiendo a su vez, candelas de esplendor; profundizando.
“Ellos” (ambos) confirman la necesidad de mantenerse “avantes”
de concientizar que la vida no es sólo un estado permanente, si no,
que es un terremoto de sentimientos, que chocan y se separan ritmicamente.
...

Ebony in black, dances in the river of Louisiana
It's Founder who discovered it in 1858
Made history, of Ebony that lost its obscurity structure
For decade
A suture that holds it in places
Continue of its study
Scientist Greek history, of its memories of the crimson
Tree of Ebony
Arose of a masquerade that ended in 1958
The Founder of Ebony begin to aloof
Ebony's founders lost balance, conscious and went into a
Long lasting meditation and hypnotize them for days
The Beautiful Ebony, that lies opaque and dripped in a
Silence of darkness of its final death
Ebony's clear veneer that lays and cover its bay