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THE OSSUARY PLAYGROUND is FREE on Kindle Monday, Oct. 29th through Hallowe’en!!!!

To celebrate the season of Booooooo, I am offering my collection of supernatural short stories THE OSSUARY PLAYGROUND AND OTHER UNEXPECTED TALES  free on Kindle starting Monday October 29th, with Wednesday the 31st being the last day that you can get your gratis copy of this highly reviewed collection!

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What readers have said:

“Superb, well written with a lovely cadence, with characters who are vibrant and real.”

“The stories are crafted like jewels”

“Robust and filled with the promise of well thought out characters and beautifully described places”

“So well written”

“Elegance of prose, literary ghost stories”

“Very brilliantly done!”

“I didn’t expect stories with such a deep exploration of what it’s like to be dead!
“These stories filled my imagination without any feeling of darkness”

“So much food for thought”

“Highly recommended!”

Excerpted from the tale “Remains”:

There are places in the world where the dead are just left to lie. There is no mourning, no ceremony or acknowledgement that people recline below the ground, covered by the marches of Time. There are only the eaters of carrion to clean up the remains. The leavings are nothing but chemicals reaching into the soil, being absorbed, converted, used. There is no mourning, but there is no waste either. So it is for bones.

In this case, the bones of a girl. A young lady, really, one who fell when the Blue and Gray swept across her parents’ farm and left a tide of blood to flood the land.

Her name is Millicent, and she is sixteen years old. She wears the flesh of a young woman in her eyes.

FREE on Kindle October 29-31. Go to http://www.amazon.com to claim yours! It’s under author Cyn Ley. And may all your haunts be good ones!

 

 

 

 


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JUST RELEASED: “PREY”

There’s nothing like reading a supernatural thriller to get your juices going this time of year!

The tale begins with disenchantment.

Paul Miller, middleman executive, sees himself as a victim of “the Man.” But the bright lights of his efforts to get out of it go awry, and he smells real trouble in his future. He has to escape. When a stranger offers him good money for an easy job, he sees the payout, but not the cost.

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Chapter One

The shadow wolves crouched in silence, their bodies rooting the trees to the pitch dark earth. They breathed in, their golden eyes glinting, senses alert for the one they knew was coming.

The tangled noise of someone brushing a thorny bramble, cursing.

They rose.

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PREY is available in Kindle format only, at amazon.com. The link is:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07JK1C3NW

Enjoy!

 

 


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A Gentle Bump In The Night

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She often went antiquing in search of the perfect accessory and to get ideas. That was her mission today. As she walked down the line of antique shops and sundries, Katherine saw an exquisite baby doll. She wore a christening gown of the finest linen, trimmed with eyelet lace, and lay in a beautiful oak crib from the 1800’s. There was a pretty white-on-white baby quilt beneath her, its edges trimmed with the same lace. The doll wore a white linen cap that had drawn thread work forming a delicate pattern of winding roses.

She had flaxen hair and lovely blue eyes. The eyes in particular were remarkable. They followed her as she passed by the window. A hint of a smile rested on those sweet lips. Katherine stopped and whispered, “You are beautiful, small one.” She blew a discrete kiss to it, and even though she knew it was just her imagination,  she heard a delighted little giggle.

She had to know more about this doll. She stepped into the shop, ringing the brass bell that hung above the door.

The proprietor turned away from his dusting and smiled at her.

“Good morning,” he said.

She looked into his kind grey eyes; they had little crinkles at the corners, Laugh lines. His build was slender and tall and strong looking. His hair was dark and a little long and wild, like it resisted any effort to comb it. She could see the slightly pointed tips of his ears. He looked ageless.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice warm.

“How may I help you today?” he asked.

And, suddenly, she was lost for words. Something within her had bubbled up, leaving her with a sense of wonder. Flustered, she tried to pull herself together.

The proprietor seemed amused. “I saw you blow a kiss to her.”

Katherine laughed. “Silly, I know. I couldn’t help myself–she just seems so real.”

“She has that effect on people,” he laughed. “I call her Angel.”

–excerpted from “Sweet Dreams” from the collection ENCOUNTERS TALES RECOUNTED AND REBORN. Available in print and Kindle from Amazon.com

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Yes-Men In The Underbelly

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Greetings all, and welcome to Fall. The lower Pacific Northwest is getting downright chilly at night. The daytime palette is brilliant, and lawns are disappearing under the colorful rags of leaves.

Today I want to discuss something which is close to my heart as both an editor and an author. Yes-manning.

In the publishing world, the most important part of being an editor working with any author is retaining and enhancing the integrity of their work by pointing out problems and asking questions which prospective readers might. At least, that is how I see it. It is a job of troubleshooting and trust.

But an editor is not the author. We don’t see inside your head. We don’t know your processes, and because we all start by reading something through for the very first time, we seldom know where you are heading until you get there. We can make educated guesses, but that doesn’t mean we are right. We aren’t you. We do our best to be objective and honest, going through your story not just as troubleshooters, but as readers.

So when a book goes through the multiphase back and forthing that is so central to whipping it into shape, we take your word for it as an author when you call it good and ask us to send it up for proofreading. It’s your book. You know what you want it to be.

Imagine then, how after God knows how many hours of work, an editor feels when they hear from their superior that you the author wrote a letter to them saying how so much of what was done to the manuscript was wrong and how it all needs to be fixed now.

Your editor, who has spent the past weeks working with you to make sure all of the however many changes there are sit right and true with you, can’t help but feel betrayed. An editor doesn’t move a manuscript up the line unless you, the author, tell them to.

Now your editor is wounded and feels like they have totally wasted their time. They have been disrespected, and yes, abused. It’s just not cool.

Your editor is not your superior–they are your equal partner. Don’t agree because you  feel intimidated. Don’t agree because it’s just easier.  Editors can be wrong. Don’t give in on things you feel strongly about–your editor is more than happy to help you work out the glitches.  If you disagree with your editor, just say so. Be honest, even if it hurts. Editors have tough skins. When you sign off on that final draft, you and your editor should feel proud of a job well done and for the completion of a successful collaboration. Treat your editor with the same respect and trust they are giving you. Between you, you put the final glaze on the portrait that is your book.