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'' I am so sorry. I wish I were able to take you to my place,'' John said.
He opened his wallet again.
'' Here is some money,” he said. “Do pay the taxi driver to take you to town.''
Their hands embraced each other. The coins found themselves in Nare's cold palm.
'' Good flight, John!'' she cried.
John bound himself to large crowds of the passengers and slid through the departure gate. She looked around. The lit bulbs of the airport reminded her of shiny stars.
''I won't go back, no, I won't,'' Nare whispered and her dark eyes suddenly changed into bubbled black clouds.

Some lines from my novel, ''The Pilot.''

Nare's life journey and her flight.

The story speaks about love and separation, loss, pain, failures and the way to success.The characters of the novel are ordinary people with different destinies. The philosophy of this novel is not only existence but dignity. It's a romance that expresses the power of love.
The pilot is one of the main characters of the novel who used to be a poor young lady whose parents and younger brother died in a car accident.
The novel is about desires and ambitions. The strong ambitions make not only dreams but even illusions come true as well.

Almost twenty-five years ago, my debut horror novel, Riverwatch, was first published by a small press publisher out of Florida. A year later it was released in mass market paperback by Simon & Schuster. It went on to be nominated for two biggest awards in horror fiction at the time - the Bram Stoker Award and the International Horror Guild Award.

Flash forward to today and I'm releasing a brand new, annotated, limited edition of Riverwatch, complete with notes and commentary on various characters, scenes, and the like. From the bet over a case of beer in college that prompted me to write the book in the first place to my thoughts more than three decades after doing so, this edition gives you the inside scoop on everything Riverwatch!

Please I have always dreamed of writing stories that not just entertained people but moved people and brought people together and helped people explain the experiences of their souls

I survived twelve hours of brutality—strangled three times, sexually assaulted, and kicked with steel-toed boots. But the violence didn’t end when the attack stopped. For nearly a year, PTSD has followed me—nightmares, panic, and the weight of memories I can’t shut off. What hurts just as much is how the systems meant to protect me—courts, national DV hotlines, organizations—let me down. In rural areas, we’re told there’s no funding, no space, no help.

That silence becomes a second kind of violence.

Still, I keep going—for my two amazing kids who deserve hope. Healing is slow, uneven, but love is bigger than trauma. Survivors don’t just “move on.” We carry the weight, every day. And by sharing, I hope to remind others: we are not alone, and our communities must do better.

Hi, I’m S. Fitzgerald—a storyteller, a survivor, and most importantly, a mom to two incredible kids who are the light of my world. Writing has been my anchor through storms I never thought I’d survive, and Blood on the Tygart is the book of my heart. It’s a thriller, yes—but it’s also a piece of my truth, spun into fiction to shine light on the shadows most people never see.

We’re still in survival mode—rebuilding one day at a time. When you buy this book, you’re not only diving into a gritty, unforgettable story—you’re helping me keep food on the table, keep the lights on, and keep showing my kids that there’s life and hope after hardship.

From my family to yours—thank you for helping us survive, heal, and keep telling stories that matter.

Call it a bookography (yeah, I made that up). It’s my hit list of releases—past, present, and the madness I’m writing toward.
2024 cracked open with Fading Into Silence.
2025 is stacked: Out of the Closet, Brilliantly Broken, Internal Affairs (poetry), All for Him, Reflections, and more.
2026? Pure chaos—Eros, New Love (poetry), Echoes of Embers (collection), Nightlife, Mind of a Writer.
I’m not just dropping books. I’m building a whole damn archive. Stick around—this is only the beginning.

Note: Visit my official site via my links on my public page to see all other content!

I had sat in borrowed corners of LA, homeless at 18, drowning in ADHD, PTSD, depression—Gen Z's signature cocktail. We learned to curate pain before processing it, hashtag trauma before understanding its weight.

Our Generation's Pain

We came of age during multiple apocalypses—economic, environmental, political. Promised dreams, delivered nightmares. We perform wellness while dying inside, post self-care while neglecting ourselves.

Breaking Open

Writing becomes oxygen in this underwater world. Each word rebels against suffocation. My sensitivity, pathologized by society, becomes my superpower. You cannot write truth without feeling it first.