Lesser Evils, Part 18

18 – Cavity Carousel Dylan waited until Doctor Rosenberg showed up before telling anyone what happened, mainly because he didn’t want anyone busting in with guns blazing. Not that that was likely to happen, but even a small possibility was too much of a possibility. Once she arrived, he told her in confidence what happened. For a moment, she stared at him over her glasses, perched on the end of her nose. “The lion woke up in his body?” “Yes.” “How is that possible?” “I was hoping you could tell me.” She huffed a sigh through her nose before rubbing her eyes like she was in pain. “Goddamn that little pisher, he’s always thinking up new ways to complicate my life.” Once she stopped pinching the bridge of her nose, she reset her...

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The book cover! And other stuff.

So Infected: Prey has a June 25th release date, and here is the cover: Yes, that’s Roan, as imagined by the cover artist. He’s kind of hot. Love the tight shirt (okay, that’s more Paris than him, but I won’t quibble.) Also, I have a short story in Dreamspinner’s upcoming “Making Contact” science fiction anthology. I think that’s got an August release, but don’t quote me. And, in recognition of all of this, I have another mix collection. Because why...

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Lesser Evils, Part 17

17 – Crazy Woman Dirty Train The good thing about being at the university hospital was Rosenberg was the queen bee, so whatever she wanted, she got. This was good for Dylan, because as soon as she dubbed Roan stable enough, she had a cot put in his hospital room, so Dylan could stay with him if he wanted. Since he found himself up at night since Roan ended up in the hospital, unable to sleep and watching more cable television than was probably healthy, he’d ended up staying here ever since. The cot wasn’t comfortable, and Roan’s machines bleeped loudly, but he slept better here than at home in the house that wasn’t even his home. Rosenberg encouraged him to bring stuff in, to make it more like home, and while she didn’t say it was for Roan, it was....

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