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A peek into my next book

I’ve been writing the third Two-Natured London novel for a few weeks now. It’s coming along nicely, though it doesn’t have a name yet. I’ve decided not to stress about that; I’ll come up with one when I have to. I hope. Titles really aren’t my forte as a writer, be it a blog post or an academic essay, and with books they matter even more.
I return to the Greenwood wolf-shifter clan I introduced in the first book, The Wolf’s Call. The hero is Kieran Garret, the clan tracker who has tirelessly worked against discrimination of his kind for all his long life. So when a woman shows up to accuse his clan of killing her sheep, he is not exactly pleased.


The woman in question is, naturally, the heroine of my book. Gemma Byrd has been brought up on a sheep farm, but hating it, she has fled the country life for the big city. As a favour for her brother, she returns to look after the farm for a couple of weeks. When she discovers that wolves have killed some of his pregnant ewes, she knows exactly…

Catching up with my reading

I’m back from my great, relaxing holiday. I visited family and recharged my batteries by reading some of the books from my ever increasing to-be-read pile. Ever since I started writing, I’ve been behind on quite a few series I follow that I now had time to catch up with. Among those was my current favourite series, Charley Davidson by Darynda Jones.

I read the books four and five back to back, which turned out to be good, because there was a continuing plot between them. I guess there’s something to be said for not reading every book the moment they are published.
Charley Davidson is the Grim Reaper and one of the funniest characters out there. Her charm is based, rather oddly, on her ADD personality that manifests as a narrative that jumps from topic to topic according to whatever catches her fancy, be it naming her body parts (like Barbara, her brain) and furniture (we were left hanging on the names of a couple of chairs in the last book) or coffee and the endless stream of food she s…