We have had to fight our way up.

You would be silly to say I am not a Californian.

The city called Paradise burned down soon after Merle died.

In any case writing romance into fiction is very important to me, and if you think about it you might think so also.

The one eyed green Swede knight just rose out of the earth, yet unable to speak a word. A woman shrieks: Monster! Monster!

Stranger or not to be?

Yet again a face off!

My world.

The lake.