Music and the Dragonfly Temple Chronicles
If anyone were to ask me what my muse is for the Dragonfly Temple Chronicles, I would say music. I listen to it every day, without fail. I even have a Spotify list you can listen to with all the …
If anyone were to ask me what my muse is for the Dragonfly Temple Chronicles, I would say music. I listen to it every day, without fail. I even have a Spotify list you can listen to with all the …
The Dragonfly Temple Chronicles now have a video up. I talk about my plans for the eBooks and what to expect they’ll be about. The link goes to the new YouTube channel. Please watch it, like it, give it some …
Dragonfly Temple Chronicles Patreon video is up! Read more »
I was SO EXCITED when I saw this book, I snatched it up immediately! A beautiful retelling of the Zuni Indian myth, The Boy Who Made Dragonfly is a must read for all lovers of dragonflies. It not only tells …
The building wasn’t very different from the typical architecture in the rest of Mountainville…of redwood and slanted roofs to keep the rain from gathering, wide porches with thick wooden chairs and copious ferns as company, it was, as everything was …
Hello all. Silence in the Dragonfly Temple as of late has been because I’ve been working overtime behind the scenes and tonight, at last, the Temple is ready! The website now contains all the free story teaser previews, a blog …
Did some early morning work on the chapter “Chaos“. There’s nothing like a quiet morning with nothing going on and no one else around to make all the typos and bad sentence structure stand out, lol! Hopefully it makes more …
Correction and Update Log to the Chapter “Chaos” Read more »
This scene was inspired by Between Interval’s haunting rendition of the classic Greek myth of the Minotaur. It’s urgency and mystical tones set the mood perfectly for The Flight to Westwind. Enjoy. The young man ran through the forest at …
The washed-out light of the half-moon hung over the Cantoo Mountain range, shining down upon the six cities neatly arranged between each spoke of its outstretched fingers of woods and intertwining rivers. One city, Plainsville, had long since perished, its …