Shubhdin with Agnishatdal 28.10.16

SWA zzoct 28.10.16

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KAI Presents… Sharmishtha Basu!

Kev’s Author Interviews Presents: Sharmishtha Basu Introduction: Well, I am a very ordinary human being, who stumbled upon the key to El Dorado when I started writing. My friends, who has always be…

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The Bad News… Caboodle Update.

I just learned from my publisher that my release for Caboodle & The Whole Kit which was due today has been postponed for a week or so due to unforeseen circumstances. I had queried why I didn&#…

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Silver Solstice & December Skies

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Dragonscale Clippings

Sneak previews of book covers, access to video links before a book is launched, reading the first chapters before a book goes on sale and free paperbacks! I’ve updated my rewards at Patreon so that you get even more for your money!
In November, my supporters will receive a previously unpublished blank verse that charts the colours and atmosphere of winter and/or a previously unpublished story about a grieving widow who makes a startling choice.
The nature of a number fantastical beasts and how they are perceived by us, and a tale about a young smith who makes a decision and risks his life to save a stranger… These were the themes of the poem and short story that were my October Rewards for my Patreon supporters.
If you missed out on these rewards, don’t worry! If you pledge your support for me at Patreon before 1st November, you will…

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the pup horrorimo 19 @


Its shuffling against the door and whining made Jaya open the door, there it was softly whining, dragging its tiny body from one end of the porch to the other.

She carefully picked it up, it did not struggled or resisted, in place of that it snuggled against her like a dog, she could see clearly that it was not a dog, it was wolf or fox.

She fed it a bowl of milk and laid it down in the basket where her dog slept when he was alive. The puppy curled into a ball and fell asleep.

She woke up at dawn, like every day, she remembered the puppy when she was preparing her tea and went to check on it, a little boy, one or one and a half years old was sleeping in the basket, curled into a tight ball.