Rubicon’s Crossing
One dog. One ship. No crew. Just memory, instinct, and the slow pull of something not-quite-right beneath the waves. It's 1944. A Cuban vessel, Rubicon, is foun...
One dog. One ship. No crew. Just memory, instinct, and the slow pull of something not-quite-right beneath the waves. It's 1944. A Cuban vessel, Rubicon, is foun...
This and last months were tough for me, both for the body and mind. A brutal course of physical therapy had worn me out to the brinks of extinction (I survived!...
Welcome to the series grand finale! “A drop hits the surface of water, creating ripples that propagate outward. The feeling of space-time fold resonance r...
The writing season is over—the second book of Falaha’s story is finally done and ready for your reading pleasure. *** “Somewhere in the depths...