Aztec Books by Austin Briggs
Gems of the Aztecs If you want to know how the other half lived, the best way … [Read More...]
Late Summer 1516 I had challenged Talon to the ballgame because my daughter … [Read More...]
Hi folks, It’s time to announce the winners for our October … [Read More...]
Here’s the new cover dilemma for the new novel I’m launching very soon. It’s an … [Read More...]
It wasn’t December, rather, a grim October haunted by a relentless early chill. Dipping my hat, I hurried across the cobbled street. Opening the door, I delighted in the glow of table candles and the low hum of conversations. The place was charming and oblivious to the danger.
Our eyes met and the shooting began.