Thanátou and Mörderin (The Blood Witch Saga) out now!
I know I’m in a minority when I say that I love the number thirteen and even more so when it falls on a Friday. We might say it stems from the fact that I was born on a Friday the 13th. It was September, 1968. My parents were in Florida while my father was
I was nine years old when Star Wars: A New Hope was released. I have very vivid memories of watching it in a movie theater in Brockport, NY. It was the beginning of a lifelong obsession, not just with Star Wars, but with the whole sci-fi genre. In my teens, Star Wars dominated my decorating
I came back from my amazing trip to Austin to start a new job, in a new industry that I know nothing about and may well be beyond my ability to grasp. But I’m trying. Week 2 and I’ve already had to take a sick day because I caught a cold, but hey, I’m pretty
Life is an odd thing, if you think about it. You’re born a squirmy, screaming thing that can do nothing for itself. If you’re lucky, you’re cared for by people who love you just because you share the same blood. You grow and you choose friends based on the clothes they’re wearing or the TV
On September 13, 1968, in a Florida navy hospital I found my way into the world. Fifty years, which seems hard to believe, but here we are. I’ve lived an amazing life, or at least that’s the way I see it, and hopefully, I’ve learned a few things along the way. On my approach to
Natalie J Case 