Totally in love with the new cover for my first book. So great to have one of the main characters, Halcyon, on the cover.
If you’re into Ancient Greece, female warriors, and strong women then Thora is just right for you.

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Totally in love with the new cover for my first book. So great to have one of the main characters, Halcyon, on the cover.
If you’re into Ancient Greece, female warriors, and strong women then Thora is just right for you.
1. Is owning the Full Moon bar something you wanted, or a responsibility that was placed upon you?
It's... not where I saw my life takin' me, no. When my dad passed, he left it to me in his will and I guess I just haven't figured out what to do with it yet.
2. Have you always been patient when it comes to dealing with emotional people, or has working at a bar helped increase your patience?
Given the, uh, nature of the work my family’s been in, I’m used to seeing people in some degree of... crisis. So that definitely helped, taught me how to deal with a lot of delicate situations. But it’s definitely given me a new... perspective, workin’ at the bar. Slightly different delicate situations. I’ve gotten better at knowin’ when to break up bar brawls or when to just... let it play out.
3. What’s the craziest story anyone has ever told you at the bar?
Oh, Jesus Christ, let's see... Gotta make sure I get this right.
'Bout a year back, this chick came in after a driving shift at some... I dunno, some pizza place over in Edgewood. Shoves her way past the barflies, makes herself a spot right at the counter, and stares me dead in the eyes with this--this absolutely haunted thousand yard stare. "I need your strongest shit," She says, "It's been a weird fuckin' night."
So I'm gettin' her a bottle--something we had extra of layin' around, don't remember what--and a glass and I'm like, alright, everyone's got those kind of days so I says, "Oh, that's a bummer, what happened?"
Before sayin' anything, she takes the bottle and downs four or five shots right there--takes a breather, and then downs another one. Looks me square in the eyes again and says--get this, she says, "I hit an alien with my car, got stabbed by my clone, and got glitched out of the Matrix going back to work."
Now, I got real good at pickin' out liars over the years. This chick wasn't lyin'. Or, at the very least, she absolutely believed every word that'd just came outta her mouth, and at this point she's got just about everyone's attention: me, the other bartender--my brother, all the guys at the counter. Couple of 'em playin' pool even quieted down to eavesdrop. She took a couple more shots before she continued, but she started with the alien.
She had a delivery goin' up to some ritzy neighborhood in the boonies over there and is drivin' up this overgrown private road when this thing hits her windshield. Said it was there and gone in an instant, like it just kinda... smeared or brushed off like all the leaves and branches were doing. But she said it looked like a hybrid of a flying squirrel, a bat, and a gremlin. Freaky shit, but nothin' I haven't heard about before.
Then she says on the drive back, somethin' was following her. Saw it outta the corner of her eye, about level with the power lines, keepin' speed with her. Somethin' shiny and football shaped, about the size of her car, was flying alongside her. Said it sped up, slowed down, and kinda wiggled a little before this flash of green light and the thing shoots off into the distance.
So she's like, yeah, that was weird, but then she sees something outta the corner of her other eye. Sitting next to her in her passenger seat is herself--like this twisted, alien version of herself staring right back at her. Now, she's still driving the car at this point, still driving back. This clone stares at her for a couple seconds and then pulls some kind of blade or somethin' out of nowhere and stabs her.
“All of a sudden,” She says, “As soon as it stabbed me everything just stopped. I blinked and I’m back in the driveway I was just at. Pizzas still sitting in the front seat, the people are waiting at the front door so I put a pause on the pending freak out.” So she takes the stuff to the door and everything goes just like it did before, but on her way back to the car she feels something wet under her shirt--in the same place her clone had just stabbed her.
She lifts up her shirt to check it out--and there’s blood. She wipes it away and there’s a scar that wasn’t there before. So she drives back to her store in a total daze, just--left work and drove straight home. Or, to the bar first and then we made sure she got home. But it was crazy, she still had the same shirt on--she showed us the blood, showed us the scar and it was just so... bizarre. It was definitely her blood, too.
4. Is someone you trust enough to open up to? If so, who is it?
Oh man, yeah, of course. I’ve got my brother, Cam, and my cousins, and of course Harley. I’d be lost without them.
5. What are your thoughts of Edgewood now that you’ve been here a while? Is there someone that has caught your eye?
Edgewood’s got a good energy about it, it seems like a nice place. If--when I get the rest of my dad’s stuff taken care of I might look for a place over there. But, uh, yeah. There’s some people that’ve... stuck out, some I’d like to get to know better.
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