Okay, so last night was Twelfth Night. You’ve heard of the Twelve Days of Christmas? Well, January 6th is the twelfth day and traditionally, the day you take down the Christmas decorations. So this morning, I wrote and edited on Fairy Farts, and this afternoon I took down decorations. It’s sad to see them go into the closet, but they’ve been making our home merry and bright for the past month. Jasmine is happy because the tree takes up a lot of space in my writing loft. In her mind that’s prime paying with brother and sisters and napping space. I hope you had a great holiday season, and I’m looking forward to entertaining you in the New Year!
Todd Leatherman, who writes as TH Leatherman, is a writer from Firestone, Colorado. He enjoys science fiction, fantasy, wine making, and the Rocky Mountain lifestyle. When not busy writing his next book, he can be found hiking with his wife and two sons, or walking his rescued dogs. Todd graduated Summa Cum Laude from Regis University with a degree in Business Management and a minor in Psychology. The latest entry in The Burning Son series was published in late September. It’s the fourth installment in the series and it’s called Twin Sons. Intro music by Outro by
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Thank you so much for your patience. Twin Sons is now available for your reading pleasure.
Fresh from the battle of Aspen, Mark Martin returns to find his people in turmoil. Sara, his first officer and girlfriend, is missing, and with her his ship The Queen Nephanie. It’s a race against time to save the woman he loves from pirate clutches. But back home, his enemies are not sitting idle. The crafty Senator Wayne has been moving behind the scenes. He’s got a plan to seize power which spells bad news for Mark.
Mark will need a little help from his friends, if he is to have any chance to save the galaxy from the Erethizon menace.
Space marines, pirates, deadly assassins, epic space battles, cute fuzzy aliens, evil spiky aliens, pickpockets, political intrigue, and one pint-sized mystic that won’t take no for an answer.