The speedboat chopped through the waves as it raced toward the island. Beth tugged on the strap across Lizzie’s chest. The makeshift harness held firm. Three others
A Girl Named Crow
Crimshaw Payne was Crow. Not full-blooded, or even half, but she had enough of her ancestor’s blood in her veins to feel the Great Spirit flow
When Bees Buzz
The bailiff held the door, and Millis shuffled through. He moved with little effort, having learned the precise gait the shackles allowed. The morning sun
Angel
Our children haunt our hearts with joy and agony. We bleed for them and kiss their wounds, wishing we could take their pain. Nothing surpasses our love for
Julie Kusma, Author
Welcome to my author website where you’ll find a variety of speculative fiction, including paranormal, supernatural, and works of horror. I’m pleased you found your
