Wednesday, 11 November 2026

Shadow Stalker

 

 


Hunted by an empire, haunted by prophecy—

Auren's power could save or destroy the world.

Shadow Stalker - Episodes 1-6

Shadow Stalker Bundles Part 1

by Renee Scattergood

Genre: Grimdark Fantasy


"This is the first time I’ve read a serial and I didn’t know what to expect. I was pulled into the story right away. The pacing was cleverly crafted so that while the action had the pages turning, there was enough back story to keep you rooted in the plot." ~ Melissa Barker-Simpson, Author of the Morgan and Fairchild Series

"Scattergood's writing style is simple and straightforward and her characters very believable." ~ Grant Leishman, Author of Tortured Minds

"One of the best things about the series are the characters, who are human and sympathetic. The heroine is both a tough, capable young woman, and a naive and self-centered teenager; the tension between the two sides of her personality as she is suddenly forced to leave childhood behind and enter into adulthood is often well-captured, as is her ambivalent relationship with her foster father." ~ E.P. Clark, Author of The Zemnian Trilogy

“Hunted by an empire, haunted by prophecy—Auren’s power could save or destroy the world.”

The shadows are calling—and they know her name.

For eighteen years, Auren Trask has lived under the watchful eye of her foster father, Kado. He’s trained her in combat, wilderness survival, and strategy, but never explained why. His strict rules and secrecy have left her feeling trapped, desperate for freedom and a normal life with her friends.

That all changes the night she sneaks away for a simple camping trip. When the Galvadi Empire invades, burning villages and capturing innocents, Auren’s world shatters. She and her friends barely escape with their lives—thanks to Kado’s sudden appearance and skills that suggest he’s far more than a reclusive courier.

As the Galvadi tighten their grip on the Serpent Isles, Auren discovers she is at the center of a prophecy that has haunted the empire for generations. She is the delohi-saqu, a shadow stalker destined—according to Galvadi belief—to plunge the world into darkness. To stop that future, they will hunt her without mercy.

But the truth is far more dangerous than the Galvadi know. Auren’s powers are awakening, shadows whisper secrets in her dreams, and even Kado can no longer shield her from the path ahead. To survive, she must confront the terrifying legacy of the shadow stalkers and decide whether destiny is a prison…or a weapon.

Shadow Stalker Part 1 (Episodes 1–6) launches Renee Scattergood’s dark fantasy serial, a journey through treachery, prophecy, and the struggle between fear and hope. Perfect for fans of epic adventure, morally complex heroes, and worlds where light and darkness are never simple.

 

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Episode 2 — The Delohi-Saqu's Fate

Chapter 1 | Something in the darkness

I tried to think of something else, but my mind went blank. Looking around, I suddenly grew agitated at not being able to see anything. If I didn't keep my mind occupied, I'd risk a panic attack. All I could think about was the darkness and how much I wanted to get out. I was about to scream in frustration again when I heard pebbles crunch.

"Who's there?"

No one answered.

It was just my imagination, I told myself, until something cold and wet brushed my neck. The thing sniffed at me, sending shivers through my body that had nothing to do with the cool, damp air. I gasped and stiffened. My first instinct was to move away as fast as possible, but my training took over. I slowed my breathing and held myself as still as I could. Yet my heart pounded uncontrollably, and I would have sworn the sound echoed off the cavern walls.

It sniffed me again, nudging my face with its nose and emitting a low, guttural growl. Its foul breath suggested it had eaten recently, so it likely wouldn't be hungry for a while. If it had meant to harm me, it probably would have by now. But what was its purpose? And how did it get here? I tried to move away, but it growled and pushed me forcefully with its head. When I remained still, it clamped its jaws on my arm and started dragging me along the floor.

"Let me go!" I cried, punching the animal's thick fur.

It yelped and snapped at my hand. I scooted away as fast as I could, but it grabbed my arm again and pulled me the other way. This time, it dragged me along on my knees. To keep from falling forward, I had no choice but to go where it wanted me to go. It didn't let go until we reached the stream. Then it nudged me a couple of times towards the water.

"What do you want with me?"

I shook my head. Now I was talking to an animal, as though it would answer. I tried to back away again, but it snarled and clamped down on my ankle. Though it didn't bite me hard, I cried out. It didn't let go until I stopped fighting, and I curled into a ball, hoping to wake from this crazy nightmare.

The lapping water beside me distracted me from my panic attack. The animal nudged me, then resumed drinking. Suddenly, all I heard was the stream gurgling. Although I was, in effect, blind, I knew I was alone. Whatever that thing was, it seemed to vanish as quickly and quietly as it had appeared. To be sure it had gone, I cautiously reached into the space it had occupied moments earlier. It wasn't there, so I listened for pebbles crunching on the rock floor.

"Huh."

Was it all just my imagination? Given that studies indicate hallucinations can start within fifteen minutes of sensory deprivation, and cognitive functions could be affected within hours, it wasn't an unreasonable conclusion. I had no idea how long I had been here, but it must have been at least an hour or two.

I rubbed the welts on my arm where the animal's teeth had raked my skin. For now, I could dismiss any thoughts of insanity. Something had been down there with me. But where did it go? The stream's murmuring sounded louder now, perhaps because I had nothing else to concentrate on. Or maybe it was simply because I realised my throat was parched. I leaned over the water and cupped my hand to drink.

The flavour was unlike anything I had ever tasted, and it left me wondering if it was water at all. It didn't matter. With each sip, I wanted—no, I needed—more. My hand was too small to hold enough to satisfy me, so I put my face to the surface and sucked it in. I gasped for air and noticed the cavern had grown warmer. Even stranger, a faint, odd glow surrounded me.

Now I must have been hallucinating. A greenish mist enveloped me, and shadows moved in the distance. They resembled the shadow people I remembered from my youth. I tried to push myself up, only to realise I was already standing. Huh! Believing I had somehow died, I looked down at where my body should be, expecting to see my lifeless form. But there was nothing—not even the stream.






Renee Scattergood lives in Australia with her husband, Nathan, and adult spawn (yes, that’s what they like to be called). She has always loved fantasy and was inspired to become a storyteller by George Lucas, but she didn't start writing her stories until her late twenties. Now she enjoys writing dark fantasy. She is currently working on a novel series, Shadow Guardians of the Serpent Isles, based on her serial, Shadow Stalker, and a new series called The Emperor’s Blades. Aside from writing, she loves reading (fantasy, of course), watching movies with her family, and watching YouTube Videos with her spawn. Visit her site for more information and a free copy of Shadow Stalker Part 1 (Episodes 1 – 6): https://reneescattergood.au

 

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Oriana’s Stallions Teaser

 




Oriana, Book 4


Sci-Fi Futuristic Offworld Romance

Date Published: November 13, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press



Raya is what Orianians refer to as a techno snob. She thrives on her fast-paced urban life on New Earth. At least she did until she met Calder Brinkley, a horse shifter and regional governor on Oriana.

Calder likes wide-open spaces, the fresh air of early morning, and turning off technology in favor of face-to-face conversation. He also likes Raya. He likes her so much he's willing to alter some of what he enjoys about his low-tech planet.

Can Calder convince her that being together is more important than either of them having their way, or will her stubbornness keep them forever apart?

Oriana's Stallions includes the previously released novellas Stallion's Gambit, Stallion's Summer, and Stallion's Accord.



Excerpt from Stallion's Gambit

Copyright ©2026 Silvia Violet

 

Calder Brinkley ignored the rain pelting down on him. He eased closer to the glass doors that opened onto his guest's balcony. Raya had left them open, and the sheer curtains fluttered in the breeze. The moonless night allowed him to stand less than a yard from her threshold without being detected.


He'd arrived home well after the household had retired for the night, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Raya Varvara had intrigued him on both a physical and intellectual level during their comm link conversations. He wanted to know if she presented as attractive a package in person as she had on screen.


He took another step. When his shoulder was inches from the door, he leaned forward and looked in. Raya walked out of the en suite bathroom, and he sucked in his breath. She was naked, and even more delicious than he'd imagined. Her dark chin-length hair was tucked neatly behind her ears. Her skin was creamy and smooth, contrasting beautifully with her large coral nipples.


He longed to palm her small breasts and flick his tongue across her flesh, watching her nipples peak. She was slender, but not lacking in curves. He visualized himself gripping her waist and pulling her hips back against him as he fucked her from behind.


Her pussy was shaved bare. He could see her clit peeking from the deep cleft. His balls ached at the sight, and he had to reach down and tug his pants to make room for his expanding cock.


He smiled. He would have her before she left. A week would elapse before a transport arrived that could take her back to New Earth. Plenty of time to seduce her and introduce her to the various ways he could curb her sharp tongue and loosen her stiff manners.


A rich, earthy scent floated out through the doors. Calder inhaled deeply. He could have guessed Raya wouldn't go for flowery shower gels. She'd used the soap his servants placed in the showers for male guests. It mixed perfectly with her natural scent.


He cursed silently when she picked up a robe. The gauzy black garment could hardly be considered a covering, but he'd hoped to watch her prance around nude. She picked up a small comm unit from her nightstand and punched at the buttons.


"Fuck!" The expletive carried easily onto the balcony. Calder pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. He imagined what his uptight servants or, God forbid, one of his other guests would think to hear a woman use such a word.


Raya punched at the buttons again, making a low growl that sent heat straight to his cock. "Fucking backwater planet. Can't even get a decent connection!"


Calder bristled. Techno-snob! Wait until he got his huge dick in her. Then she'd learn there were satisfying things on this planet that she'd never find back home. Who wanted to be tied to a comm unit twenty-four hours a day anyway? New Earth was all concrete and steel and whizzing traffic. Oriana's untamed wilderness called to his very soul.

 

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Silvia Violet writes spicy bad boy romance that will leave you smiling and satisfied. She has a thing for characters who are in need of comfort and enjoys helping them surrender to love even when they doubt it exists. When she needs a break from listening to the voices in her head, she spends time baking, curling up with her favorite books, and crocheting.


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Cream and Cream Puff Teaser

 




Pup Tales, Book 7


Children's Picture book: Tales of pups with life lessons

Date Published: 10-13-2026

Publisher: Atmosphere Press



While out for his walk old Mr. Mcbain finds two small pups on the side of the road. He scoops up the two abandoned and dirty pups in two small cups. The pups in cups are bathed and fed at the local shelter. Happy, clean and well fed the two pups are in for a surprise when Mcbain brings his neighbor Mary to see them. Read about their happy ending from a tough beginning in this seventh PupTale adventure.


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One day while out walking, old Mr. McBain,
Spotted a box on the side of the lane.
Brown with a cover and ten inches square,
He took off the lid with very great care.

Out popped two heads that gave a big yelp,
Two filthy pups who needed some help.
Their coats were all matted ,their puppy eyes sad,
They were thin as a rail, smelled like fish that went bad.

McBain couldn’t leave them of that he was sure,
They needed to go somewhere safe and secure.
He looked all around, spotted two paper cups,
They looked about right to hold the small pups.

He lifted them up, put each of them in,
A perfect pup fit because they were thin.
He carried the cups down to the dog pound,
A much better place then where they were found.

The puppies were bathed and rinsed more than twice,
Combed and brushed out , they even smelled nice.
The two little pups looked so much the same,
To tell them apart each needed a name.

“What shall we call you,” said pound worker Pat,
Cinder and Rella, maybe Kit and Kit Kat?”
The pups had a thought when it came to their name,
How about Mr. and Mrs. McBain?

Pat looked at the pups and as if reading their minds,
Said “I think we should honor the man that was kind.
You’re a boy and a girl yet look quite the same,
The name that works best is the puppies McBain.

The pups grew tired after having been fed,
So Pat tucked them away in a warm comfy bed.
Happy they weren’t still out on their own,
They dreamed of life in a new doggie home.

 

 

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Nancy nelson is the author of the PupTales series , a collection of colorfully illustrated, rhyming stories featuring four-legged friends navigating challenges, friendships and life lessons. A former newspaper reporter, columnist, and editor, Nancy began her writing career in the Cleveland area after growing up in Chicago.Her lifelong love of rhyme and animals eventually inspired Pup Tales. By weaving the personalities, quirks, and adventures of dogs into her stories, Nancy creates entertaining books that encourage young readers to see challenges and mistakes as opportunities to learn, grow, and discover something new.


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Tuesday, 10 November 2026

Siren’s Daughter Teaser

 




Bacchanal Moonlight Mating Cruises 1


An Urban Fantasy Action Romance

Date Published: November 13, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press



A wishful siren. A jaded selkie. Can Cassie and Kenta find love on the Bacchanal Moonrise?

Cassiopeia Thalassus has a problem. Under a strict injunction not to come home until she’s pregnant, she’s been sent on an eight-day matchmaking cruise by her father, Poseidon. The Bacchanal Moonrise has a reputation as the perfect place for a fling -- casual or otherwise. Cassie’s been sent to meet a prince, and she hopes the guy is someone she can fall in love with. The siren with whom she shares a soul, however, is all too willing to settle for anyone, so this prince had better be worth the potential heartache.

Kenta ÅŒwatatsumi agreed to this date at the encouragement of his oldest brother. Tired of the usual women who only want him for his selkie magic, Kenta is looking for someone who wants him for more than just sex and selkie parlor tricks. His aniki promised him someone different. His first sight of Cassie Thalassus, however, has him questioning his brother’s good sense. Instead of a simple blind date, Kenta’s been tricked into a stud call for a lusty siren. His brother got one thing right, though. Cassie is certainly different from any woman he's ever known.


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Copyright ©2026 Autumn Montague


Cassiopeia Thalassus stared at the door in front of her, nibbling at her dry lips through the waxy taste of sour lychee lip balm and trying to decide if she could actually go through with this. Youngest daughter of Poseidon, Princess of the Atlantic, Siren-in-Waiting of the Lady of the Atlantic, all hail the Princess of the Sea, but she couldn’t knock on a stateroom door.

What a joke.

Cassie shifted her travel bag to a more comfortable position on her shoulder and considered her options.

One. She could turn around and go back to the rock she shared with her sisters.

Two. She had the wrong stateroom. She could just go back home and say she tried.

Three. She could strip and waltz naked all over the damned ship, charming everyone from the captain on down. At least one out of the hundreds of males on this floating bacchanal should be up for the task. Nothing like a never-ending orgy to get the job done, right?

Four. She could tough it out like she’d promised and put her heart out there yet again, on the off chance something might go right for a change.

Keeping option one on hold for the moment, Cassie focused on option two -- the stateroom. She still had her father’s letter in her hand, so she slipped it from the envelope. As she read it again, her gaze skimmed half-memorized lines.

Cassiopeia,

Your mother is worried about your unwillingness to utilize your abilities to their fullest potential. My darling Selene says it is past time for you to carry on your siren lineage, but all I want is for you to be happy. I’m very proud that you’ve finally made the decision to face your inner self and be the siren you’re meant to be.

I have discussed your situation with an old friend, someone you might remember -- Lord ÅŒwatatsumi, the Ruler of the Sea of Japan.

Cassie stopped at this passage, trying hard to remember which sea god her father was talking about. She’d met so many over the years that she’d begun to wonder if the value of the title carried any merit at all.

After a moment, she gave up with a sigh. All she could remember was a vague, dark blue shape with a serpentine tail and a Chinese-style mustache. A long mustache, one whose ends she had chased with fascination as they bobbed on the surface of the Mediterranean somewhere near Crete. She shook the memory away and continued.

We’ve set up a date for you with his son, a powerful demigod who receives regular offerings from the Emperor of Japan. Considering your circumstances, your mother and I feel you need someone strong, and he seems like a perfect fit. I booked the two of you passage on the Bacchanal Moonrise for their Yule tour of the Arctic. Prince ÅŒwatatsumi will be waiting in the Royal Suite. Dictys will arrange your transportation to the ship.

Your mother sends her love and says you cannot come home until you are pregnant.

With love,

Daddy

P.S. -- I’m sorry to say this, but refusal is no longer an option. You made a vow to your mother, so please don’t do anything that will make my darling Selene unhappy. And by no means should you wear that ugly blue disaster you use to hide your powers.

Eep. She had missed that last line on her first read through. After a glance at her blue sweatsuit, Cassie shrugged. There wasn’t much she could do about it now. Well, she had been the one to declare her resolution to try, if they would just leave her alone afterward.

So. She licked her lips again, tasting the last of the lychee wax, and looked up.

The porter had looked askance at her when she asked about the Royal Suite but had directed her to this blandly beautiful teak door, numbered just like any other first-class stateroom and festooned with fragrant Yule greenery like the rest of the ship. Cassie stared hard at the curvy brass numbers, hoping she had been directed to the wrong stateroom. Said hope did nothing to change the graceful swirl of the 1201 emblazoned on the door.

Damn. She had the right stateroom, so option two was a no-go.

Option three? The ease of it had its appeal, but… no. Just… no. At least, not yet.

That left option one or option four.

Get on with it, child. The siren’s caustic mental voice urged action, and Cassie’s hand lifted at the siren’s direction. She stopped herself from knocking just before her knuckles touched the polished wood.

Cassie considered letting the siren control their shared body to take over the situation. It would be so much easier just to surrender to her siren the way she always did. After all, their incomplete merge was the whole reason Cassie was in this mess to begin with.

No, this incomplete merge is your mother’s fault, girl. The siren’s aggrieved tone suggested she wasn’t any happier than Cassie with their mutual independence. Selene’s ambition has damaged all of her children this way.

All of us? Cassie swallowed, started to ask, then shook the thought away. Right now, the only thing that mattered was whether or not she could go through with this. She had so much at stake. Getting pregnant would mean more than just a casual encounter. It would mean exposing her heart again, but it would also mean freedom from her mother’s demands. After another eternal moment, Cassie sighed, nibbled at her lips a third time, and gave a quick couple of raps. Silence reigned for a split second, and then the knob turned, the door opened, and her chance to run vanished.

Her blind date stood in the doorway, tall enough for his head to brush the lintel of the door. She’d been sent to meet a prince, and boy, did he look the part.

The siren took a good long look and began to salivate mentally.

“It’s not polite to stare.”

The basso rumble rushed over Cassie like a breaking wave, sending an odd electric tingle running along her skin. The unusual sensation vied with a hot flush of embarrassment as she called her attention back to the issue at hand. She knew better than to let her mind wander. Or to give her siren too much free rein.

Cassie’s pulse beat a little faster as her date returned the stare in good measure. Chocolate-brown eyes evaluated her, reaching no good conclusion to judge by the look on his face.

This is her? His expression practically screamed the words.

Cassie supposed she wasn’t much to look at -- she’d taken care to dress down as much as possible. The forbidden blue fleece sweats had served their purpose as she crossed the docks, covering her more obvious attractions and allowing her to move through the boarding crowd with relative peace. Crossing the docks had been hard enough without calling every drunken Yule reveler in sight.

The siren gave her a mental nudge. Time to get it over with.

“I’m Cassie,” she said with an awkward half smile. Despite her caution with dressing, she couldn’t disguise the sultry tones of her voice or dampen pheromones that were as much a part of her as breathing.

He just looked at her with a steady, unflinching gaze, face closed and unreadable except for his eyes. Those widened oh so slightly at the subsonic vibrations in her voice. Even so, he did nothing except to step back with a tiny bow, holding the door open for her to enter.

“Kenta ÅŒwatatsumi. Please enter.” The deep voice reflected nothing of the lusty confusion Cassie’s subsonic tones should have elicited.

By now, the man should have been a quivering mess of hormones. Cassie’s siren voice usually shot straight through men in a blaze of lusty pleasure, like a heady liqueur. This prince’s lower half should be on fire. Instead, he seemed unconcerned. Almost unaffected.

His odd lack of response made Cassie hesitate. She stood in the entrance of the stateroom, stalling just the tiniest bit. She clutched at the padded strap of her travel bag like a lifeline, wishing she’d taken option one instead. Then the siren took control, and Cassie crossed the threshold in a single flowing step, continuing through the cabin all the way to the bedroom door on the far side of the suite, as far away as possible from the gorgeous hunk of male currently blocking her escape.

“I assume you are my date for tonight?” Confusion filled the prince’s ocean-dark voice as he picked up a crystal tumbler from a decorative stand at the doorway. He idly swirled the dark amber liquid it held, something smelling of cinnamon, nutmeg, and other unidentifiable spices. Wassail, maybe. Well, it was a Yule cruise.

Cassie dumped her bag on the floor beside a black-lacquered chair before turning back to face him. “I suppose I am.” She took a deep breath, inhaling the tangy aroma of the bayberry and holly displays on the low table and matching black-lacquered stepped chest. The heady fragrance of the greenery steadied her nerves.

Time to unleash her darker side, if only for her own protection. Time to pretend to be what she wasn’t, if only for a while. Time to set the stage for her siren to take the lead. “I just didn’t expect Daddy would set me up with a selkie for the Yule revels.” Even the densest sex-crazed male of his race could not miss the sarcastic emphasis.

Awkward silence bloomed in the aftermath of Cassie’s words.

Kenta shut the stateroom door and leaned against it, his handsome face still politely neutral, though his beautiful eyes narrowed at her snide comment. An impressive reddish-gray fur coat hung neatly on the hook behind his head. Judging by the size of that sealskin, he’d mass nearly fifteen hundred pounds in his animal form, larger than any of the shifter seals Cassie had ever met. The faintest clink of rattled ice from the tumbler suggested her words had stung.

What had possessed her father? A selkie, of all things. Some demigod. If she was going to be sold to the highest bidder, Cassie would rather it be someone with real power. No selkie could fill that bill. From what she had heard, their magic was limited to conjuring pretty trinkets and a little bit of luck -- neither of which would do a damn thing to solve her problem.

Nor would it give her date any clue to Cassie’s peculiar nature.

Those dark eyes assessed her again and still found her wanting. “Look -- Cassie, was it? Do you really understand what you’re doing here?” Or who I am?

 

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Autumn grew up loving history, mythology, and all things Japanese, not necessarily in that order. This eclectic love affair has bled over into her writing, and her stories are always well spiced with the taste of Japan, strange mythological beasties, or the lords and ladies of the ton. Sometimes all three, leading to dark desires and forbidden loves.

And after all, dangerous passions should lead to uninhibited love.

 

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The Night Before Christmas – A Savior is Born Teaser

 




Children's Christmas Christian/Religious

Date Published: 11-01-2026

Publisher: 100X Publishing



The greatest gift came in the smallest of ways. 

On a quiet night in Bethlehem, Mary and Joseph searched for a place to welcome their precious baby. What they found was a humble stable, and what happened there would change the world forever.

This heartwarming, faith-based children’s book celebrates the story of Jesus’ birth for readers young and old. May it become a cherished family favorite and a beloved Christmas tradition to share around the Christmas tree year after year.

Through gentle rhyme and beautiful storytelling, The Night Before Christmas: A Savior Is Born invites children and families to experience the wonder of that very first Christmas: the star in the sky, the angels’ song, the shepherds who came to see, and the wise men who came bearing gifts.

But above all, it is the story of a tiny baby who was so much more than an ordinary child.

Jesus. Our Savior. Our King, and the reason we celebrate Christmas.


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To the stable they rushed,
They knew it wasn’t far,
And as Mary looked up,
She saw a bright star,

Then came the baby,
And when Mary looked to see,
As always through a Mother’s eyes,
He was as perfect as could be,

But as He looked like any other,
This baby was different as you may recall,
He was born to free us,
Born to save us all,

His name was called Jesus,
Our perfect Savior and friend,
God made flesh,
To live among men,


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 Julie Hansen is a Christian, wife, and mother of four who has always cherished the wonder and joy of Christmas. Her journey as an author began many years ago, while she was pregnant with her first child, a son.

As Julie prepared to become a mother for the first time, she found herself thinking about Mary in a way she never had before. Through her own anticipation, excitement, and love for the little life growing inside her, she began to imagine what Mary’s heart must have felt like as she awaited the birth of Jesus—the Son she would love as a mother and the Savior she would one day watch give His life for the world.

From those thoughts came a story written from a mother's heart, with the hope of helping children experience the wonder of that very first Christmas.

Years later, that story has become Julie's first published children's book. Her greatest hope is that as families read these pages together, they will be reminded of the beautiful truth at the heart of Christmas: Jesus is God's greatest gift to the world.

Julie is grateful for the opportunity to share this story with families and hopes it will become a cherished part of their Christmas traditions for years to come.


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Hunting the Cosmos Blitz

 



Poetry / Flash

Date Published: 11-10-2026

Publisher: Shanti Arts



The poems and prose of Hunting the Cosmos engage with and interrogate the art of midcentury Spanish-Mexican surreal artist Remedios Varo, expanding the absurd dreamwork, surprising realities, and meanings of paintings and text. The occult, technology, fairy tales, and religion all play roles. Transformation through alchemy, magic, and science is a significant theme, as well as the metamorphosis of art and experience into new art. Award-winning poet Luanne Castle brings Varo’s sensibilities to life on the page in this beautiful ekphrastic collection of prose poems, lyric poems, and microfiction.

 


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 Hunting the Cosmos is Luanne Castle’s sixth book. She has published four award-winning poetry collections and Scrap: Salvaging a Family, a memoir in flash. Her poetry and prose have appeared in Copper Nickel, River Teeth, Your Impossible Voice, JMWW, Grist, Fourteen Hills, Verse Daily, One Art, Lunch Ticket, Saranac Review, Pleiades, The Ekphrastic Review, The Mackinaw, Thimble, Flash Boulevard, Cleaver, Moon City, Moon Park, Anti-Heroin Chic, Bending Genres, BULL, and more. Her mixed media collages have been published in many journals.


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