The result of all these civil wars was complete destruction. Maybe we should have taken a hint from all those wars we fought "over there" and the footage came back showing entire cities now only towering, shattered icons that stood in piles of rubble. Uninhabited. uninhabitable. Yet this one woman stayed there. This was her new home, she repeated stubbornly. She wasn't leaving. Even though it meant eventual death. If the warring armies didn't...

A different take on time travel. Very different. What if the "grandfather murder conundrum" didn't exist? Where you could freely travel in time without affecting your or anyone else's present? The trick is that this also tends to "haunt" you, even drive you insane... Try talking to a time-bender and see if you don't get confused half-way through the conversation. Because your idea of the past isn't what a time-bender experiences. Your time is linear....

The more circuits in any machine, the more it's likely to get "haunted." When you connect it to the Internet then you can get more than you asked for. Installing a home system seemed obvious at the time. Having the "Internet of Things" to give you your every whim seemed a dream come true. When our broadband costs rocketed, we looked to see what usage was happening - too many videos, too many games, was someone parked at the curb outside our house...

I was walking in my pasture one sunny afternoon, when a pair of hands pulled me into the underworld. Once I arrived, I relaxed, a bit. Because it was an old friend. Carol. A time-bender and now a Lazurai as well. Meaning she could walk through rock, and other things. "Hi John. How have you been?" Carol was standing in front of a crystal fireplace, warming herself from the magma heat that was channeled out of the earth's core. "Not bad, Carol....

I'd been left out here, alone. By an oil-burning lamp. In the cold, uncaring desert. It was my only comfort until dawn. Just dawn started bringing the earliest glimmer of what I could see with my human eyes, I woke to some snuffling sound near my head. Opening my eyes, not relishing the hot day coming, I saw the nose of an animal near my face. "Rise, little one." I sat up. And, saw eye-to-eye with a female coyote. She was not young. Scars crisscrossed...

The Sum of the Whole is Greater Than Its Parts. So Gaia was taught since she came into this existence. But, she was named after the Nature goddess. Long centuries and eons passed while she was submerged in rock beneath the thin surface layers that living creatures inhabited. Now some imbalance had awakened her. She rose to the surface to claim her own, her rightful place in the whole world, not just beneath it. What she found surprised even an...

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before: This collection features four women, all invited to Earth, with unique super-abilities - who each could save or destroy humankind. Each came to this planet for their own reasons, deeply flawed. Victims of time and circumstance. Any one of these, just by themselves, could end all life on this planet in a heartbeat. Why...

Of course, Death had horrible timing.He showed up just after I'd buried my long-time friend Bertie - a golden lab I'd loved like family. He wanted his story written. I told him to get lost. Because I had nothing to lose at that point. I wasn't afraid of him. He knew that I was his only option. if he killed me, then no one would ever, ever write his story. And he'd live forever knowing that he'd blown his only chance to set his record straight.A lot...

Her club. Her rules. Except where magic came in. Then it was her way or the highway. And, all of her regulars knew not to cross that line. Vamps, psychics, shifters, they were all welcome. But, any serious spell-casting inside her club and they'd be worse than banned. They'd be extinguished. Her bouncers were the toughest anywhere. Even the ones that were no higher than your kneecap - or the ones you couldn't see. Dixie never used magic in her...

"It was a dark and stormy night, and everyone was sitting around the glowing fireplace, safe and warm against the raging weather outside. Someone said, 'John, tell us a story.' So John began..." The story "Ghost Hunters" began a series that started with two spirit-guides recruiting the human John Earl Stark, a mystery writer and part-time cattle farmer. Since that humble beginning, an expanding team of spirit-guides and even goddesses have joined...