Hi Readers, I’m back. It’s Ran, your lovable narrator, and sidekick. I’m taking back my newsletter because 1) our scribe got so sick she needed two antibiotics, and 2) the newsletter-dragon got so turned around by GDPR, she created two privacy policies. And, most insulting of all, no one rescued us. Papa and I are still hanging out between worlds, and it’s cold here! Papa’s voluminous cloak can only do so much to warm me since we went from a rainy accident scene to this weird place in between worlds. “I want to go home,” I said into Papa’s chest. “I … Continue reading Back in the Black Between Books

Hi Readers, where am I? Everything was gray and blurry and refused to clarify. Where was I before I arrived here? When she tried to remember, she found nothing, not even a hint of a clue. Her mind had been scoured clean of everything except that one conviction—I was just somewhere else in the middle of doing something important. That wrenching feeling of displacement was so strong, there was no denying it. But it gave her something to go on, some mental ground to build on. She clung to that scrap of information and searched for more. My mind can’t … Continue reading The Gray Between Memorials & Angels

Hi Readers, This is not your newsletter-dragon. She bungled things last week, so it falls to me to fix things or my brother and nephew will never get rescued and that, my dear friend, is unacceptable. I miss my nephew. Ran and I haven’t had much face time since I only just met him (in terms of the space-time continuum within our book world.) So I want to get him back. And let’s face it, if I see one more email mentioning GDPR, I’ll fling my halo chakram-style at the newsletter-dragon while shouting an ululating war cry. (I didn’t get … Continue reading Kidnapping Angels & Privacy Policies

Hi Readers, This is your newsletter-dragon again back for an encore performance because there’s no one to stop me. [Insert evil laughter here. Feel it reverberate through your bones.] 😉 Our kidnapped scribe and cast wish all the mothers out there a happy, though belated, Mother’s Day! We apologize for our tardiness. Our scribe’s had severe eye pain and other vision problems. But she’s on a new medication, and we’re hopeful that will fix the problem. Her eyes are very important to us! One last quick update then back to my primary goal—rescuing the characters you love. Oh, and ignore … Continue reading Disintegrating Dragons & Impertinent Angels

Hi Readers! Well, our scribe did it. She finished Auntie Sovvan’s adventure by the deadline. Her first stab at main-character-hood will take her from the formless gray of limbo (the Gray Between) to the gates of heaven as she quests to find out the truth about her death. Of course, she’ll also try to save my Papa and I, but one demon, two dragons, five angels and a pack of memory-eating pachyderms stand in her way. Worry not, my auntie is one plucky soul as you saw in Curse Breaker: Enchanted + Curse Breaker: Falls. Here’s a sneak preview of: … Continue reading The Angels Are Coming!

Hi Readers, this is your newsletter-dragon speaking. Do not adjust your display properties. I am flying through cyberspace. Where’s Ran? He’s dimensionally challenged right now. That’s why I’m here. I want to save him. Why am I undertaking such a quest? Because I know who really kidnapped Melinda, our scribe. Sarn and Ran walked into a trap this cunning entity set for them two weeks ago. There are some things even J.C. cannot see when he builds a portal, but they can still distract Him. GDPR is one of them. But I am the newsletter-dragon, and I’ve been tracking this … Continue reading The Newsletter-Dragon Speaks

Hi Readers, This is Sarn, Ran’s father. Something strange happened when we pushed through J.C.’s “window into another world” last week. The picture fuzzed and swirled, and reality splintered. “Come back!” J.C. called. “We can’t. We’re trapped.” And my magic didn’t like it. It kept shouting its usual objection, ‘unnatural,’ until I wanted to scream. Instead, I held tightly to my son’s tiny hand. Ran, in turn, clutched his Bear, but the stuffed annoyance had gone limp, and the twinkle had died from his button eyes. Magic was screaming inside my head, making it hard to think. It was also … Continue reading When Scribe-Eating Books Collide