I've played around with a mix of poetics and prose with the book I am working on. Feel free to comment
Nicole closes her eyes as her visions find substance and reality becomes a charlatan fallen to madness. It is here, in this birthing ground, that the vortex slows. The hues of the welkin mingle, and with a sonorous roar the vortex unfurls like layers of forgotten time. Upon this space lay the bones of gods and sovereigns, the unremembered dreams of men. Upon this space exists a glen.
Jason Chase, a man filled with personal demons, only wanted to finish his manuscript. But all his carefully laid plans disappear when a stranger showed up at his front door claiming to be his long-lost father.
A gripping crime thriller for fans of fast twists, dark secrets, and adrenaline-fueled suspense
A mobster with a broken memory---A stolen fortune hidden for 15 years.
Mack Peters is about to play A Risky Game—and the next move could get him killed.
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