The Three Rules of Witches: Love fearlessly, travel extensively, and never pass up an abandoned cottage for a well-deserved rest.

When Mother Khumalo finds the perfect lodging, well away from people, work, or adventure, she settles in with daughter Amnandi for an extended stay. Yet her trips into the nearby port town of Waterfall leave her wary. Something is most definitely not right, and witches, sometimes to their regret, often notice more than they'd like.

A ruthless mage, an angry ghost, and a bone-crunching demon certainly do not wish to be noticed. Witches, however, are rarely in the business of granting wishes.

There is a fourth Rule: never fail to protect innocents in harm's way.

Magic returns to Waterfall...whether anyone wants it to or not.

One day you’ll be interviewed, her subconscious riffed, about what it’s like being Desiree Quicho, and you’ll try to be this massively erudite Guatemalan Queen of philosophy and measured evaluation, except that won’t feel right. Por ejemplo, you’ve successfully infiltrated a moon base under disguise, stolen top-secret machinery, went back to retrieve an errant crew member who provided the needed distraction for you to load said equipment on board your shuttle, and now find yourself wholly unable to wax philosophical about one person’s role in assuring a decent, just world for all, because, in reality, saving the world involves a shitload of footwork…

“Take Buckaroo Banzai, Hellblazer and Barbarella, turn it into the 80s cartoon of your childhood dreams, and fast forward to right here, right now. If that sounds too much like a virgin version of your favourite cocktail, don't despair. This is a grown-up pleasure: Funny, sly, clever, and warm.” ~ Kelly Robson

A novel of presences, love, mysteries, and art.

...It’s hard to give a shit these days.
She danced naked.  She danced naked with a particular scarf around her neck one midnight, footing through a well-lit apartment, unaware a woman across the street had seen her and called her boyfriend in for a look.  Living so high off the ground occasionally fostered notions of invisibility.  Not quite a voyeur’s dream, she usually closed her blinds, Regina usually kept clothes on, she rarely danced.  When she danced it was in a way no one would admirably recognize as such.  But sometimes, particularly summer nights which stretched as far as God could see, she forgot, and danced puttering with cleaning or if she couldn’t sleep...

​A novel that "​forces us to look at our own lives and how we interact with one another, as well as our shadows." ~ Catherine Winter

Meditations and inspirations.

​​Think. Think. No, not the way you’re thinking. Think!  Without worrying about who’s looking.

Take your time; we won’t leave you behind.

"​​I’m not usually a fan of 'deep thought' collections. I’m not really big on poetry. Neither am I particularly spiritual and I’m definitely not religious. And, yet, I find this collection of brief musings to be all of the above. And it’s brilliant." ~ Amazon Review

The story you think you're telling is never the one that's being told. (author's note: I don't normally include trigger warnings, but I'm making an exception for the first story in this collection, "Came the Night", which deals with the heinous institutionalization of rape culture and victim-blaming. I have been told that it "ripped my soul out, but then held me as I put it back together." - ZZC)

​​...Prehistoric Jesus didn’t work out. Premature transfiguration. Inquisition Jesus kept slipping on the blood. No traction, no peace. Sitcom Jesus had all the right ingredients but wasn’t funny enough for anyone to want to buy the entire first season on DVD. And why they thought to put an annoying kid in the cast no one knows. Tomorrow we’ll have Techno Jesus. 
Tomorrow is today.

"Don't read anything immediately after this (collection). It will suffer by comparison." ~ SciFi Magpie