Kittling: Books

  First Line from Prologue:  Île de la Cité, Paris 2019. The fire peels Notre Dame like an illuminated manuscript soaked in water, its layer...

  First Lines: The boy wakes, scared. Something is wrong. It is all his fault . Metropolitan police detective Eden Driscoll is quite satisfi...

  Why is this round-up determined? Because I've been waging war against bees that insist on trying to commandeer the hummingbird feeders...

Why is it that time never flies when you want it to and does when you don't? Typical! I'd better stop complaining and start sharing ...

  I've been buzzing around here like a blue-arsed fly, as Denis would say-- and yes, that's a common phrase in the UK (at least in t...

  First Line from Prologue: This story begins in another place, another time, in a world of which only fragments remain . 1856. Both from se...

  First Line: New Year's Eve, 2013. She'd never imagined a Hogmanay thrash like this, never mind that she'd be invited to it . W...

  I'm posting this early because I've decided to take the week off to relax and to count my blessings.  That may sound odd, since I ...