It is not without reason that I have been absent from this forum since October. I have resumed a project that had stymied me a few years ago. I figured out what was its problem: it could not be one novel. In fact, it has turned into four novels that cover essentially the same events... Continue Reading →
The month of August begins with a Kindle Countdown Deal for both Liar's Sanctuary and Man of Destruction! Here's how it works: starting Friday, August 1 these two Kindle titles begin at just $.99! Every few days, the price will increase by a dollar, until both titles return to their regular price on August 8.... Continue Reading →
A Question of Dominion by H. M. Snow Standing at the top of the steps that led downward into the gate, Ciar held perfectly still for as long as it took for him to draw several long breaths. Then he raised his hands high, clenched them into fists and brought them swiftly down to... Continue Reading →
Under Earth Hunt by H. M. Snow Des rolled onto her side, facing away from Ciar, as she choked on the mouthful of water. Several seconds passed with much coughing and spitting before she could speak. “Lord?” The king under earth patted her between the shoulder blades. “Are you all right? You lost consciousness.”... Continue Reading →
Under Earth Emissary by H. M. Snow In the luminous fountain chamber, Des stooped to splash water on her face. “So refreshing,” she declared. Then she took the bowl she had brought, swirled water in it, and filled it almost to the brim. Her tread was necessarily measured on her return to the gate... Continue Reading →
Dominion Under Earth by H. M. Snow Swordbearer and death hound eyed one another, both panting, both worn out by the chase. From up in the tree, the swordbearer addressed the hound: “Good evening to you. I’m Des-- not that you’re interested, I guess.” The hound threw its lean weight against the base of... Continue Reading →
The Festival Incident by H. M. Snow To say that Eila allowed her son to walk ahead would not be too great a stretch of the truth. Though Dasarre towered over her in height, no one who knew them ever had any doubt which one was in charge. In much the same way, her husband... Continue Reading →
Devourer by H. M. Snow After turning the key and pushing the penthouse door open, Bryndis first noticed the subtle resonance of hot tub jets. The hum drifted into the living room from doors leading off to her right. She followed it, only to find a man in his early twenties relaxing in a huge... Continue Reading →
Supervised Visitation by H. M. Snow Sheltered from the crackling gunfire by a bank of file cabinets, two figures sat side-by-side on the floor. The elder, a woman in her mid-forties, said with a sudden hushed laugh, “What do you get when you cross a pitched battle with a pair of adolescent saurian mages?”... Continue Reading →
Scapegoat by H. M. Snow So many human bodies enclosed together should have made the meeting house noisy, but the only break in the hush was a shuddering breath here or there. No one dared make a noise louder than breath on this darkest and most sacred of occasions. Even the smallest ones, who should... Continue Reading →
Author's Note: I blame this one entirely on Allen's Brain, who has always been something of a bad influence on me. (Yes, the title is a pun, as befits a story inspired by such a fiendish mind.) ** Betta Noire by H. M. Snow I say to people how I can take trouble or leave... Continue Reading →
This week's experiment in flash fiction was brought to you by PSYCHOLOGY! Everybody's got it (according to Miss Adelaide). ** The Personified Subconscious Department By H. M. Snow The lights dimmed to practically nothing. At the same time, a giant screen lit with footage of a small apartment bedroom. “That did it.” Twenty-four grasped the... Continue Reading →
Author's Note: I told you they'd be back. * Mirror Bright by H. M. Snow “Eirian,” began Peter in a subdued voice. “Bertie wants you to come to town with us.” Eirian finished polishing the mirror he held before he bothered to look up at his old friend. Even when he finally looked, he said... Continue Reading →
Week four already! Goodness, how quickly this is going. I just wanted to remark, before this week's story begins, that these characters will probably turn up again. When I say 'probably,' I actually mean 'most certainly.' Some things take on a life of their own... * Walter and the Children of the Day by H.... Continue Reading →
Of The Old Well by H. M. Snow I wish I could remember how long I’ve been down here. When I lift my hand to touch the mud-crusted wall, I feel deep gouges in a row. So many tally-marks to count the days, but I can’t tell how many. My fingers are numb, coated with... Continue Reading →
H. M. Snow, Fantasy Novelist 