A million years ago, I remember reading this author's comment that she had a few books languishing on her computer.
That's the way of things for all scribblers and tale-tellers.
These stories rust very slowly on the floor of the old Fiction Factory, unfinished for want of a part. Occasionally, that part is Time.
And so, Reflection Pond stopped being a book on its lonesome and transformed into the trilogy once Poison Tree and Torch Rock hit the shelves.
Click on the book covers to head on over to the mighty Amazon.
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