Puckish....


The characters in The Winged Child tend to escape their books. They are ever seeking new worlds to inhabit. A few of them have appeared in previous tales, and several have dropped by my current work-in-progress with apparent intention to stay and participate. 

While The Winged Child is grinding through the publisher's mill toward release in February, this blog will be providing you an introduction to some of those puckish personalities, and some you may meet in future tales yet unborn. This novel won't end with a "goodbye" but a "see you around."


Henry's books.

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