Woo hoo! It dropped down to 52 degrees last night.

Snuggling is so much more fun beneath the covers. 😀

His back bowed, his horse screamed. When I was drained, he slid from the saddle and hit the ground. Stepping over him, I mounted the frantic mare. She danced, eyes wild in the face of the storm. My arm felt hung with weights as I lifted it, palm-out, and began a low chant that made the wind break for a moment before its roar redoubled. It was not pleased, but it did obey.

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Where to start? I attended a reader luncheon yesterday–my first. I signed books and postcards and Kindle/Nook cases until my hands cramped, and it was just as awesome as I always thought it would be. Lots of pictures were taken, lots of prizes won, and lots of faces finally put with names. I’ll be blogging about this once I rest up and get my hands on the pictures, but a reader also brought me a picture of Everlong in the wild. She not only found the book, but had spoken with the bookstore owners several weeks before, encouraging them to stock me. I was floored, just amazed she loved Everlong so much. Let alone that she drove from Kentucky to Birmingham for the meeting.

I’m feeling very humble today. Ours really is the best job there is.

Several tents had blown away and supplies scattered the dunes. I saw no bodies. I prayed there were none. Zaniah have mercy on those poor souls. I gave in to bitter tears. For you have never shown mercy to me.

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The best thing to happen this week was flipping the calendar over to September and seeing “First Day of Fall” marked on the twenty-third. Come on, cool weather! These one hundred degree days with heat indexes twenty degrees above that are killing me.

On that somber note, I unearthed my grimoire. Oiled leather rubbed softly beneath my fingertips as I brushed aside dirt clods and revealed the well-insulated tome. When I touched its cover, awareness sparked. “Sleep.” After allowing brief skin-to-page contact, its flare of sentience snuffed out in a pulse of latent magic. Then I rewrapped it and tucked it under my arm.

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