In The Era of Lanterns and Bells, a lighthouse is haunted by the memory of lighthouse keepers, a train operator is forever changed by a subway suicide, a journalist befriends a homeless virtuoso, an orca trainer believes she's a whale, an aerialist runs away from the circus, and a Golden Gate Bridge jumper saves lives with fortune cookies. An obese woman is rescued from being a shut-in, a woman discovers that her favorite childhood pond is polluted and cancer-causing, a woman falls in love with a bipolar man in Jamaica, and an arborist writes love letters from trees. These quirky and darkly comic stories entertain while posing essential questions about truth, compassion, and humanity.
About the Author
Ann Tinkham is a writer based in Boulder, Colorado. She is an anti-social butterfly, pop-culturalist, virtual philosopher, ecstatic dancer, political and java junkie. When she's not tinkering with words, she's seeking adventures. Ann has talked her way out of an abduction and talked her way into the halls of the United Nations. She hitchhiked up a mountain in Switzerland and worked her way down the corporate ladder. Ann has flown on a trapeze and traded on the black market in Russia. She cycles up steep canyons, hikes to glacial lakes and mountain peaks, and blazes her own ski trails. As soon as she amasses a fortune, she plans to buy an island and hopes she won't be voted off her own island. Her fiction and essays have appeared in All Things Girl, Apt, Denver Syntax, Edifice Wrecked, Foliate Oak, Hiss Quarterly, Lily Literary Review, Short Story Library, Slow Trains, Stone Table Review, Synchronized Chaos, The Adirondack Review, The Battered Suitcase, The Citron Review, The Literary Review, Toasted Cheese, Wild Violet, Word Riot, and others. Ann's essay, "The Tree of Hearts" was nominated for a Pushcart Prize and her story, "Afraid of the Rain" was nominated for Sundress's Best of the Net Anthology.
the attack that almost took her life, Emma Morgan has accepted the
risk that comes from being in love with an immortal like Liam
continuing to seek the approval of her older brother is a whole
different struggle, and when tensions finally reach a breaking point
between the siblings, looming enemies take advantage of the
turned back to extend my ready hand into Liam’s, letting him guide me out the
door. I let my fingers entwine with his as he led me down the steps.
“You look beautiful,”
“Thank you,” I said. “You
are looking quite dashing yourself.” Well, more than dashing, if I was honest.
Despite having a suit on it didn’t change the fact that every time I laid eyes
on Liam desire circled down my body like a cunning serpent. The Liam Effect,
I called it. As we reached the bottom step he stopped, ready to swoop me up
against his chest.
“Wait,” I said with my
hand to his chest.
His eyebrows lifted in
curiosity while his eyes waited patiently. “I know it’s cold but do you mind if
we walk my human pace for awhile up to the Mansion?”
Liam grinned. “Not in the
“Oh, and one more thing,”
“Anything,” Liam said.
Without any thought, I
raised on my toes letting my lips lead me to his just as my arms wrapped around
his neck for a small support. I felt him rest his hands against my back while
the other cupped my face intimately.
Finally after a few—too
many—minutes we pulled away. His face held the same blissful grin as me. “Sorry,” I said. “I couldn’t help myself.”
moved his thumb to trace my lips. “Never apologize for that.”
I smiled before looping my arm into
his, beginning our walk toward the Mansion. We walked, arm in arm, for a few
minutes until his closeness began to rouse my desire.
“You know, on second thought, you
better get me there faster. I feel I might not be able to keep from kissing you
if we keep at my human pace.”
Liam chuckled as his bright emerald
eyes drilled into me. “I know the feeling,” he said. He swooped down, pulling
me into his arms. I laid my cheek to his shoulder to avoid the chill air on my
skin just before he took off into a run. A run that had ended seconds later as
my feet hit the ground, and my hand entwined with the warmth of his again.
The sight of the mansion at night was
beautiful, with many windows allowing light from the inside. I caught sight of
Patrick walking out of the house and onto the porch. I began to smile but felt
it drop along with my stomach as I took in his expression. It was as if he had
been looking for us but hoping not to find us.
Liam’s furrowed brow at the oddity
just as Patrick’s palm rose up in protest of any further steps. We stopped.
wrong?” I said.
I fidgeted nervously as my eyes
bounced from Patrick to Liam. Suddenly, I could see Liam’s lips. They were
moving fast but the words were at a volume I couldn’t hear. When I looked back
to Patrick I found he was doing the same. They were having a conversation that
no human could possibly detect.
I felt a twist in my stomach at the
sound of Liam’s sigh. Slowly I let my eyes meet his emerald gaze. There was no
smile anywhere on his face as his right hand moved to cup my cheek.
“Your invitation has been rescinded,”
My eyes widened involuntarily at the
“What?” I said.
Liam closed his eyes, taking a few
seconds to gain his composure. It seemed he needed the time to control his
“Sean has decided that he no longer
wishes you to join tonight’s event.” Liam closed his eyes briefly with a pause,
as if he regretted the next words. “And it has been voted that, as his coven,
we have to respect his wishes.”
I took a step back, out of Liam’s
touch, needing space to clear my mind as my eyes darted around, searching
desperately for Sean.
“But why now?” I asked.
don’t know,” Liam said.
His last word set off a trigger as my
head shifted back. I turned to Patrick’s still stance. He hadn’t moved an inch,
only dropped his hand back to his side. I opened my mind, remembering my
weapon. Something Sean had no choice but to listen to.
Atleast have the guts to tell me
yourself. Don’t send someone out to give me a message. Get out here and face me
Less than a second had passed after
my mental curse before Sean’s feet led him through the door. His momentum kept
him moving down the porch steps, but he still paused a safe distance away.
“I don’t believe you’ll like the
answer,” Sean said.
“I can handle it,” I said.
Sean narrowed his eyes in protest.
“I’ve started to find your presence
indifferent.” I rolled my eyes.
“No, you haven’t.”
Sean chuckled without amusement. “You
wouldn’t know how it feels as an immortal. The mind changes. Things that once
consumed our human thoughts merely disappear.”
I said nothing, simply stared.
began to feel your importance slipping but I thought it was
kinder to lie. But I think the lie has gone too far.”
“You’ve got to be kidding if you
think I’m that naïve,” I said.
“Let me be clear. This event tonight
is sacred to those of my kind.”
“Then you must realize that you are
only here because it would be something I allow.”
“Does this have a point?” I said.
“Yes,” Sean said.
“I’m tired of walking the fence of my
former life and new one. It’s like a heavy burden. And I am ready to just let
I gulped. “You mean you want to
“Yes. Just like our parents. Uncle
Greg. My friends. The humans of my old life. The last, to forget, is you.”
I looked around to notice more had
joined Patrick on the porch. My gaze sat upon Lillian’s narrowed glare at Sean.
It was different than the anger from yesterday. An almost confusion. I wish
Grace could tell me what was behind it. Swiftly I looked back to Sean.
“Don’t you think that…”
even with the years Liam decides to keep you around I won’t be. You won’t see
me after tonight. This is farewell.”
interruption caused anger to flow up my veins into my now curled fingers.
“Well, if my presence is nothing
to you, then I guess there is no reason for me to be standing out in the cold.”
“Exactly my point,” Sean said.
“Screw you, Sean,” I said.
“At least you can be mature about
it,” Sean said.
I wanted to punch him but knowing it
was only likely to do more damage to me than him, I held my feet steady.
“You know if you’re trying to
manipulate me into leaving Liam again then you can just save your breath with
this ‘I don’t need you’ crap.” I watched as his eyes grew sterner with
my words. I turned, storming back toward the front gate.
“Emma,” Sean said.
“Yes?” I said, whirling around,
sudden hope at the sound of my name.
“Have a nice life.”
Just as quickly as he had appeared,
Sean disappeared into the mansion within a blink. I looked to the ground,
unable to bear the eyes of each Alexander in front of me. I felt Liam’s
squeeze, lifting my chin to focus on only him.
you have to stay?” I said.
sighed grateful there wasn’t some immortal bound tradition that
would force me to be left without him.
“Then please take me anywhere but
here,” I said.
All I had to do was speak the words
before Liam swept me up into his arms. As he ran I could feel the anger
festering into something else I had felt earlier in the car with Grace. Only
this time the sadness wasn’t going away. It was real.
Series Book 1
fate leads Emma Morgan back to her small hometown of Washington, she
learns that the life she knew three years ago has changed once she
meets the charmingly, mysterious Liam Alexander. But when her brother
Sean, voices his disapproval, Emma finds her loyalty in the way of
her newfound curiosity of the youngest Alexander. Only the more she
tries to avoid Liam the more she finds him in her constant
risk that leads down a dangerous path once Emma begins to discover a
secret about the Alexanders that no human should ever know.
was never that child you found in the corner reading. In fact, I
loathed the idea of picking up a book. The activity seemed more of a
chore than a past time.
All that changed
when my brother began talking to me about the newest novel he was
Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. Before
I knew it, my curiosity got the better of me, luring me to try the
series. It didn't take long for my mindset of reading to turn on its
But even with my new
hobby discovered it wasn't until my junior year of college that I
developed a hidden desire for writing stories. And when I found
myself writing scenes instead of paying attention to my professors, I
knew becoming a writer was the career path I was meant to follow.
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Eighteen years ago, Princess Nisha became an orphan just days after her birth. Her parents and all of those with Fey blood are all gone - consumed by a fire that none had been able to stop. Or at least this is what is told, this is what is spoken aloud. Truth? Perhaps.
But these are words Nisha has never trusted, couldn't trust since they have never sounded quite right. Yet, not even her beloved aunt ever believed her when she questioned the events of that night.
No one believed her when she had turned thirteen and she became the queen of the Under Kingdom. They didn't trust her when her powers and natural abilities began to grow to frightening results. That was fine if they didn't want to believe her then - once she was home and crowned Queen of Darke, then she would show them. Once she was Queen then she would find every answer that she had ever wanted.
It wouldn't matter who or what stood in her way, for she would show them why she should be feared. She would show them what was created when her parents were stolen from her.
For she is Nisha and she is the daughter of the darkness.
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You know what has come to be but do you know where it began?
Before Nisha. Before Adrianna. Before the countries even had names, there were the Star Cities. Ruled each in their own way... all answering to one.
Primitiva was born the second daughter of the royal house of Lunaista. She was born for greatness. Born to be the first as her name suggested. If she stayed on her safe little star she would either die without ever knowing her true potential or be forced into marriage. Neither appealed to her.
A vision told her the truth. Death would come for her if she stayed. Leaving her only child under the cover of darkness she did the unthinkable and dove into the abyss. Somewhere out here was her destiny. Somewhere she would find a way to help her sister survive.
Somehow the child that she saw in her vision would be born. That child would one day rule both Pallas and unify the Star Cities. She just had to make sure the bloodlines for that that birth would come forth- even if it meant turning her back on all that she had ever known.
Born In 1982, a native to Lorain Ohio, Melisa grew up living with her grandparents Frances and James Lasure. She attended Clearview High School as well as Lorain County J.V.S. While in J.V.S she attended the Culinary Arts program graduating in 2001.
In 2011 near tragedy struck as Melisa's health began to decline. By summer of 2011 she would need to use a cane to get around. Suffering a stroke, she required a craniotomy where she suffered her second stroke. Leaving her with a partial impairment of her speech, and weakness on her right side. After surgery, she would need to learn not only to walk again, but speak as well as recognize the alphabet.
In 2003 she welcomed the addition of her daughter Chyenne. Who inspired her to start to put her dreams to paper. A story she wrote after her daughter's birth, although not published, became the stepping stone to everything else she would eventually write.
A year later she would begin to write "Of Lite and Darke" Dreaming to see this work through to publishing, even if she would need to publish it herself.
In 2016, she would see her dream come true. With her daughter as her editor "Of Lite and Darke" was born.
Thackery is feeling pretty good about her summer job teaching at
prestigious Overfeld College, and she’s renting a rustic cabin
right by a lake for herself, her daughter, Madison, and her best
friend, Sid the Skeleton. Together again, the trio are enjoying the
quiet when a teenager named Jen shows up looking for her friend.
Georgia doesn’t recognize the name, but she learns that the person
Jen was looking for is actually Sid.
reveals that he and Jen are part of a regular online gaming group
that formed locally, and one of their members has gone missing. Sid
admits that he might have bragged about his investigative prowess,
enough so that Jen wants him to find their missing player. Given that
Sid doesn’t have many friends offline—none, really, unless you
count the Thackery family—Georgia agrees to help him search. They
manage to discreetly enlist Jen, who lives in town, and follow the
clues to… a dead buddy.
they’ve got a killer on their hands. Probing the life of Sid’s
friend, they realize a lot is wrong both on campus and in the
seemingly quaint town, and someone doesn’t want them looking
Leigh Perry was born in Pensacola, FL and raised in Charlotte,
NC, she has been living north of Boston, MA for 26 years or so. She
shares the house with her husband, two daughters, two guinea pigs,
and a ludicrous selection of books. While the population of people
and guinea pigs stays constant, the number of books is on an
ever-rising curve. Under the name Toni L.P. Kelner, she’s published
eleven novels and twenty-something short stories, as well as
co-edited six urban fantasy anthologies with New York Times
bestseller Charlaine Harris.