Kittling: Books

  First Lines: San Francisco, California. Thursday evening, March 9, 1882. Long vacant, the house smelled of dust and decay . Inez Stannert ...

  I've been living here in Phoenix since 1976, and you'd think that I would be fully acclimated to its rather balmy winters. Part of...

First Line: There had been occasions in the past when Inez Stannert had looked a man-- and even, once, a woman-- straight in the eye and ...

Since I'm still supposed to be keeping this ornery leg of mine elevated, I really don't have time for a lengthy introduction. I k...

I'm going to exercise a little poetic license and deviate from the actual order of the panels for The Poisoned Pen 's CozyCon 201...

First Line: Not my hands ! It's 1881, and Inez Stannert and her ward, young Antonia Gizzi, are now settled in San Francisco. Inez h...

April is turning out to be a much busier month than I'd planned, mostly because my eyes were bigger than my stomach. Not only will ou...