I just received a phone call. "Governor Brown signed her release!" My heart soared. It was Silvia's sister, Veronica, telling me that after twenty years in prison, Silvia was going to be set free. I met Silvia in 1996, at Central Juvenile Hall, where she was awaiting her trial for a murder committed by her …
USA Today interview Take a look at my interview, live today, about Key of Mystery and the NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES. I am writing this series under the name KH Mezek.
Yes, I've heard a lot about what a great word master he was since his death. How about this... “Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.” Scalia. Hmmm, I wonder how he will plead about that now?
“Be careful who you love. It just might kill you.”
When Sera’s father is killed in a horrific accident, all he leaves behind is a mysterious key. Sera places the key on a chain around her neck and vows to avenge her father. Strange characters arrive in town, including the otherworldly Night Angels, who claim to be sent for her protection.
Sera falls hard for one of them–exotic, arrogant Peter. But what if his promise of love is only a ruse to gain access to the key? As Sera’s connection to the key grows, so do her supernatural powers. Guided by clues let by her father, Sera searches for the hidden chamber beneath the city, hoping to save what lies within before the sinister mayor and his deadly followers drown humanity in a bloodbath.
Pooled Ink Editor's Pick Wow, so much happening on the writing front! So proud to have my essay, WHY I CHOOSE TO REMEMBER MY 50TH BLOOD-BATH OF A BIRTHDAY INSTEAD OF TRYING TO FORGET IT chosen for publication in "Pooled Ink." It is an 'editor's pick' thanks to the wonderful Jennifer Top.
Here are two photos that I found from the past: Silvia and her date at the prom with me in the background, and Silvia being crowned as Prom Queen at the first-ever prom held at Central Juvenile Hall, June 24, 1999. Follow-up to my essay WHY I CHOOSE TO REMEMBER MY 50TH BLOOD-BATH OF …
Instead of lying in bed beside a wonderful lover, or even just a warm body, by midnight of my 50th birthday I was standing in a dingy apartment, covered in someone else's blood, and wondering what to do about it.