Abby Richmond tore down the street towards the Ancient History building, her ancient two-tone station wagon practically dancing on two wheels, and at the last minute she slammed it into a parking spot, narrowly missing someone coming from the opposite direction. She took a deep breath, turning off the car as she looked over [...]

We don’t really have a plan for this blog, as you’ve probably noticed so if you were expecting scenes in order, lower those expectations. Lani and Krissie are working on their solo books (and so am I, 15K and counting here) but I have two scenes that aren’t quite right yet so I’m going [...]

Kammani stood at the back of the temple flanked by Bikki and Ummi, watching the last of the Three leave while the teenagers—Bun-and-Gen—began packing up to go. It was a very good thing she was the Goddess of Life because otherwise she would have blasted them all.

Shar Sippar had watched the blonde with the pencils in her hair smile at Jamie the trainer and thought, Forget it, honey, he doesn’t know anything about Mesopotamian myth or goddess worship or . . .

Daisy Cobb’s hopes had remained high even as she’d limped into the storeroom of the Ancient History Building, the broken heel of her left sandal in one fist and a jerking leash attached to seventeen pounds of hyper Jack Russell terror in the other.