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These are the chronicles of a book addict, a photo junkie, and an aspiring author, rewriting the very fabric of reality one page (and one snapshot) at a time. From the strange to the unusual; the abandoned to the abnormal; the haunted to the historic; the supernatural to the surreal; the forests of dark fantasy, the cemeteries of gothic horror, and the post-apocalyptic ruins of science fiction are the landscapes of my imagination.
Second books in series get a bad rap. I understand why, of course: if you look at a trilogy as one work split into three parts, the second book is the gluttonous middle, the gooey stuff that you built up to in the beginning and that you must climb over to get to the end. If it’s not done right it can feel like you come into it swinging and get left hanging for a year or more until book three just to get some kind of resolution to the story.
But I wanted to write a second book that was more like the middle installment of the original Star War trilogy, The Empire Strikes Back . . .