Earth’s
Requiem
Earth
Reclaimed
Book
1
Ann
Gimpel
Dream Shadow Press
107K words
Release Date: 3/1/15
Genre: Dystopian Urban Fantasy
Resilient,
kickass, and determined, Aislinn's walled herself off from anything that might
make her feel again. Until a wolf picks her for a bondmate, and a Celtic god
rises out of legend to claim her for his own.
Book Description:
Aislinn Lenear lost her
anthropologist father high in the Bolivian Andes. Her mother, crazy with grief
that muted her magic, was marched into a radioactive vortex by dark creatures
and killed. Three years later, stripped of every illusion that ever comforted
her, twenty-two year old Aislinn is one resilient, kickass woman with a take no
prisoners attitude. In a world turned upside down, where virtually nothing
familiar is left, she’s conscripted to fight the dark gods responsible for her
father’s death. Battling evil on her own terms, Aislinn walls herself off from
anything that might make her feel again in this compelling dystopian urban fantasy.
Fionn MacCumhaill, Celtic god of
wisdom, protection, and divination has been laying low since the dark gods
stormed Earth. He and his fellow Celts decided to wait them out. After all,
three years is nothing compared to their long lives. On a clear winter day,
Aislinn walks into his life and suddenly all bets are off. Awed by her courage,
he stakes his claim to her and to an Earth he's willing to fight for.
Aislinn’s not so easily
convinced. Fionn’s one gorgeous man, but she has a world to save. Emotional
entanglements will only get in her way. Letting a wolf into her life was hard.
Letting love in may well prove impossible.
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Excerpt
Book One:
Aislinn tried to
stop it, but the vision that had dogged her for over a year played in her head.
She squeezed her eyes shut tight. Mental images crowded behind her closed lids,
as vivid as if they’d happened yesterday. She raked her hands through her hair
and pulled hard, but the movie chronicling the beginning of her own personal
hell didn’t even slow down. She whimpered as the humid darkness of a South
American night closed about her…
Her mother
screamed in Gaelic, “Deifir, Deifir,” and then shoved Aislinn again. She tried
to hurry like her mother wanted, but it was all too much to take in. Stumbling
down the steep Bolivian mountainside in the dark, she ignored tears and snot
streaking her face. Her legs shook. Nausea clenched her gut. Her mother was crying
too, in between cursing the gods and herself. Aislinn knew enough Gaelic to
understand her mother had tried to talk her father out of going to the ancient
Inca prayer site, but Jacob hadn’t listened.
A vision of her
father’s twisted body lying dead a thousand feet above them tore at Aislinn.
Just a few hours ago, her life had been normal. Now her mother had turned into
a grief-crazed harridan. Her beloved father, a gentle giant of a man, was dead.
Killed by those horrors that had crawled out of the ground. Perfect,
golden-skinned men with long, silky hair and luminous eyes, apparently summoned
through the ancient rite linked to the shrine. Thinking about it was like
trying to shove her hand into a flame, her pain too unbearable to examine
closely.
Aislinn was
afraid to turn around. Tara had already slapped her once. Another spate of
Gaelic galvanized her tired legs into motion. Her mother was clearly terrified
the monsters would come after them, but Aislinn didn’t think they’d bother. At
least a hundred adoring half-naked worshipers remained at the shrine high on
the mountain. Once Tara had herded her into the shadows, her last glimpse of
the crowd revealed one of the lethal exotic creatures turning a woman so he
could penetrate her. Even in Aislinn’s near-paralyzed state, the sexual heat
was so compelling, it took all her self-discipline not to race to his side and
insist he take her instead. After all, she was younger, prettier. It didn’t
matter at all that he’d just killed her father.
…Aislinn shook her
head so hard, it felt like her brains rattled from side to side in her skull.
Despite the time that had passed since her father’s murder, she still fell into
these damned trance states, where the horror happened all over again. Tears
leaked from her eyes. She slammed a fist down on a corner of her desk, glorying
in the diversion pain created. Crying was pointless. It wouldn’t change
anything. Self-pity was an indulgence she couldn’t afford.
Pull it
together. The weak die.
Even though she
wasn’t sure why life felt so precious—after all, she’d lost nearly
everything—Aislinn wanted to live. Would do anything to hang onto the vital
thread that maintained her on Earth.
A bitter laugh
bubbled up. What a transition: from Aislinn Lenear, college student, to Aislinn
Lenear, fledgling magic wielder. A second race of alien beings, Lemurians, had
stormed Earth on the heels of that hideous night in Bolivia, selecting certain
humans because they had magical ability and sending everyone else to their
deaths.
It was a process.
It took time to kill people, but huge sections of Salt Lake City sat empty.
Skyscraper towers downtown and rows of vacant buildings mocked a life that was
no more. In her travels to nearby places before the gasoline ran out, Aislinn
had found them about the same as Salt Lake.
Jacob’s death
had been a harbinger of impending chaos—the barest beginning. The world she’d
known had imploded shockingly fast. It killed Aislinn to admit it—she kept
hoping for a miracle to intercede—but her mother was certifiable. Tara may as
well have died right along with her husband. She hadn’t left the house once
since they’d returned a year before. Her long, red hair was filthy and matted.
She barely ate. When she wasn’t curled into a fetal position, she drew odd runes
on the kitchen floor and muttered in Gaelic about Celtic gods and dragons. It
was only a matter of time before the Lemurians culled her. Tara had magic, but
she was worthless in her current state.
The sound of the
kitchen door rattling against its stops startled Aislinn. On her feet in a
flash, she took the stairs two at a time and burst into the kitchen. A Lemurian
had one of its preternaturally long-fingered hands curved around Tara’s
emaciated arm. He crooned to her in his language—an incomprehensible mix of
clicks and clacks. Tara’s wild, golden eyes glazed over. She stopped trying to
pull away and got to her feet, leaning against the seven-foot tall creature
with long, shiny blond hair, as if she couldn’t stand on her own.
“No!” Aislinn
hurled herself at the Lemurian. “Leave her alone.”
“Stop!” His odd
alien gaze met hers. “It is time,” the Lemurian said in flawless English, “for
both you and her. You must join the fighting and learn about your magic. Your
mother is of no use to anyone.”
“But she has magic.”
Aislinn hated the pleading in her voice. Hated it.
Be strong. I
can’t show him how scared I am.
Something
flickered behind the Lemurian’s expression. It might have been disgust—or pity.
He turned away and led Tara Lenear out of the house.
Aislinn growled
low in her throat and launched herself at the Lemurian’s back. Gathering her
clumsy magic into a primitive arc, she focused it on her enemy. Her tongue
stuttered over an incantation. Before she could finish it, something smacked
her in the chest so hard she flew through the air, hit the kitchen wall, and
then slumped to the floor. Wind knocked out of her, spots dancing before her
eyes, she struggled to her feet. By the time she stumbled to the kitchen door,
both the Lemurian and her mother had vanished.
An unholy shriek
split the air, followed by another. Aislinn clapped a hand over her mouth to
seal the sound inside and clutched the doorsill. Pain clawed at her belly. Her
vision became a red haze. The fucking Lemurian had taken her mother. The last
human connection she had. And they expected her to fight for them? Ha! It would
be a cold day in Hell. She let go of the doorframe and balled her hands into
fists so hard her nails drew blood.
Standing still
was killing her, so she walked into blindingly bright sunlight. She didn’t care
what happened next. It didn’t matter anymore. A muted explosion rocked the
ground. She staggered. When she turned, she wasn’t surprised to see her house
crack in multiple places and settle. Not totally destroyed, but close enough.
Guess they want
to make sure I don’t have anywhere to go back to.
Her heart
shattered into jagged pieces that poked her from the inside. She bit her lip so
hard it ached. When that didn’t make a dent in her anguish, she pinched
herself, dug her nails into her flesh until she bled from dozens of places.
Fingers slick with her own blood, she forced herself into a ragged jog. Maybe
if she put some distance between herself and the wreckage of her life, the pain
sluicing through her would abate.
As she ran, a
phrase filled her mind. The same sentence, over and over in time to her
heartbeat. I will never care for anyone ever again. I will never care for
anyone ever again. After a time, the words etched into her soul…
Earth’s
Blood
Earth
Reclaimed
Book
2
Ann
Gimpel
Dream Shadow Press
105K words
Release Date: 3/1/15
Genre: Dystopian Urban Fantasy
Clinging
to their courage in a crumbling world, Aislinn and Fionn vow to save Earth, no
matter what it takes.
Book Description:
In a post-apocalyptic world where
most people have been slaughtered, the Celtic gods and a few humans with magic
are all that stand between survival and Earth falling into chaos. The
combination of dark sorcery leveraged by the enemy is daunting. Destruction is
all but certain if the small enclaves of humans who are left can’t get past
their distrust of the Celts.
Captured by the enemy, Aislinn
Lenear wonders if she’ll ever see her bond wolf or Fionn, a Celtic god, again.
She’s had nothing but her wits to rely on for years. They haven’t failed her
yet, but escape from her current predicament seems remote.
An enticing blend of dystopian
urban fantasy and romance, this second volume of the Earth Reclaimed Series
provides fertile ground for Aislinn and Fionn’s relationship to deepen. Headstrong
and independent, the pair run up against each other’s demands time and time
again. Fireworks spark. In the end, they learn to savor every moment in a
bittersweet world where each day may well be the last.
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Excerpt
Book Two:
…One last quick
breath. Aislinn threw her power wide open, diverting some to shield herself.
She funneled the rest into a wild sprint away from the gaping maw of a door.
Pain lanced up her leg, but she ignored it and urged her muscles to greater
speed. She needed to free up at least a three-minute lead so she could jump
herself out of there. Portals took time to form, so she was vulnerable at the
start of traveling jumps.
Her lungs
burned; the ragged sound of her own breathing echoed off the walls. Where were
Rune and Fionn? Throwing caution to the winds, she called for Rune. Maybe he
could find her. If he can do that, he’ll lead Fionn to me.
A high-pitched
shriek filled her ears and built to where it was unbearable. Her leg wasn’t the
only thing on fire. Her eardrums ruptured. Hot fluid ran down the sides of her
face. A wave of dizziness threatened to flatten her, but she didn’t slow. It
had taken the Lemurians a few precious seconds to react to her disobedience.
She prayed it would give her enough time to escape.
The air in the
corridor shimmered fifty feet ahead. Desperate, she looked for a side tunnel,
an open doorway, anything she could duck into. It would be just like the Old
Ones to cut off her escape from all sides.
Noooooo, a voice
in her head screamed. I do not want to die here.
The brightness
intensified. It may not matter what I want, a different inner voice muttered
dourly. She snuck a peek over one shoulder. The air looked funny there, too,
but it was different somehow. Bleaker.
“Lass, drop your
shielding.” Fionn’s voice sounded in her head. “Ye must, or I canna jump us out
of this hellhole. Hurry, or they’ll have you from behind.”
She wondered if
it was some kind of insidious trap. She tried to sense Fionn, but couldn’t.
He’d be warded as well, but still... She risked another glance behind her. The
ocher-tinged air was, indeed, closer. It smelled like the reptile exhibit at
the zoo her parents used to take her to when she was a child: musty and rank. A
few more steps, and the brilliance ahead surrounded her. “Now, lass. Now.”
Fionn’s unique
energy pulsed against her. Practically sobbing with relief, Aislinn pulled
magic from her wards. The second she did so, he closed his arms around her. The
gut-wrenching sensation of jumping when someone else controlled the spell
pummeled her. Even if it made her puke, she’d never felt anything quite so
welcome.
“Rune?”
“He’s fine.
Hush. I need to concentrate. This was a much narrower margin than I’m
comfortable with. We’re not out of the woods yet, leannán.”
Her ears
throbbed. Her leg ached. She didn’t mind being quiet. Not when Fionn’s arms
were around her. She could stand just about anything so long as they were
together. Travis’s sneering face filled her mind, along with an impotent rage.
I’m going to
kill that bastard if I ever see him again.
“Only if I doona
get to him first,” Fionn snapped.
She considered
complaining because he was in her head again—without her permission—but choked
on a snort. After today, Fionn MacCumhaill could spend as much time as he
wanted in her mind. Hell, he could take up residence there for all she cared.
The familiar
walls of Marta’s kitchen rose around her. Snarling and snapping came from the
study, followed by Gwydion’s Celtic brogue. “There now. She is back. ’Tis a
stubborn creature, ye are. Ye dinna believe me. Go.”
Rune galloped
into the kitchen, his claws skidding on the wooden floor, and launched himself
at Fionn in his eagerness to get at Aislinn. “Put her down,” the wolf demanded.
Bella flew into
the room right behind the wolf, quorking, “Yes, put her down.” The bird landed
on Fionn’s shoulder.
“Be careful,”
Fionn cautioned. “She’s hurt. Doona be too exuberant. Bella, watch your talons.”
“I know how
Aislinn feels,” Rune said indignantly. “After all, she is bonded to me.”
“Och aye, I
hadna forgotten.” Fionn rolled his eyes and chuckled indulgently, while
ruffling Bella’s dark feathers.
Aislinn lowered
herself to the floor and closed her arms around Rune. She gloried in the feel
of his rough outer coat and the soft fuzz beneath. Fionn and the hard, muscled
planes of his body would keep. In spite of everything that had happened, desire
forked through her at the thought of his lips on hers, his hands stroking her
naked flesh, and his hardness buried deep inside her.
“Soon, lass.”
Fionn winked at her. He added a vision of her mouth locked around his shaft and
quirked a brow.
She laughed and
raised her gaze to meet his intensely blue eyes. “No secrets, huh?”
“Never, lass. It
may not be a Hunter bond like ye share with the wolf, but our pledge, one to
t’other, runs just as deep.”
Bella took
flight, landed on Aislinn’s shoulder, and rained love pecks on her head. “Don’t
be listening to my bondmate. He always had a honeyed tongue.”
“Really?” Fionn
stepped close enough to mock-swat the raven.
“No secrets,”
the raven cawed scornfully.
“Point taken.
Come here.” Fionn held out an arm, and Bella fluttered to him. The two bent
their heads together. Aislinn figured they were probably talking in their
private mind speech.
The wolf howled
and then whined and licked every inch of skin he could find. “Hurt? Where are
you hurt, bondmate?”
“Ankle and ears.
It’s nothing. Aw, Rune. I never thought I’d see you again.” Gratitude swelled
inside her. Her throat thickened until it was hard to breathe; tears rolled
down her face. The wolf licked them up…
Earth’s
Hope
Earth
Reclaimed
Book
3
Ann
Gimpel
Dream Shadow Press
95K words
Release Date: 3/6/15
Genre: Dystopian Urban Fantasy
Power
so old, deep, and chilling it hurts to think about it will overrun Earth if
nothing changes. Targeted, furious, and fighting back, Aislinn runs wide open,
gathering allies and putting her life on the line.
Book Description:
Aislinn Lenear has traveled a
long road since the dark gods invaded Earth better than three years ago. After
seeing her father slaughtered in front of her, and her mother sink into
madness, Aislinn built strong walls around her heart. First her bond wolf, and
then Fionn MacCumhaill, changed all that, but she and Fionn are far from home
free.
Four of the six dark gods are
still sowing destruction, and they’ve joined forces with Lemurians, a desperate
lot, running just ahead of the tide of their own mortality. In a bold move,
they try to coopt a group of young dragons, and very nearly succeed. Dewi, the
Celtic dragon god, and Nidhogg, the Norse dragon god, banish their brood to the
dragons’ home world, but they refuse to stay put.
In a fast-paced, tension-riddled
closure to this dystopian, urban fantasy series, Earth's Hope sweeps from
Ireland to the Greek Islands to the Pacific Northwest to borderworlds where the
dark gods live. Fionn’s and Aislinn’s relationship is strained to the breaking
point as they struggle to work together without tearing one another to bits.
Fionn is used to being obeyed without question, but Aislinn won’t dance to his
tune. If they can find their way, there may be hope for a ravaged Earth.
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Excerpt
Book Three:
…One of the red
dragons leaped from the water, wings flapping, and dive-bombed her, showering
her with slimy moat water.
“Ewww.” Aislinn
sputtered the dank water away from her lips.
“Play with us,”
the female dragon demanded.
“It’s almost
time for bed.” Aislinn tried to sound stern, but she had the same problem with
the younglings that plagued Dewi. They were so damned cute, it wasn’t easy to
pull rank.
“Bed?” echoed
from six other dragonlings. They vaulted from the water and converged on her,
nearly crushing her beneath their bulk.
“Get off me,”
Aislinn cried. “You’re heavy.”
“Yes,” the one
black dragon announced proudly and nudged Rune with his scaled snout. “Once I
rode you. Soon you’ll fit atop my back.”
“Don’t count on
it,” Rune snarled.
Aislinn
snickered. Flying atop a dragon wasn’t the wolf’s favorite activity. He
tolerated it when he had to, but avoided it when he could.
“How’s it going,
leannán?” Fionn strode down the greenway separating the moat from his castle.
Aislinn
scrambled to her feet and shook water out of her hair. Her beige trousers were
thick, boiled wool and fairly resistant to moisture. A cloak woven from the
same wool wrapped around her body. She’d found the clothes in one of many
trunks in Fionn’s attic. He couldn’t recall who they’d belonged to, but she
assumed it was an earlier wife or girlfriend since he’d been born in 1048.
“Good, you’re
here.” She squinted through the gloom. When he got close enough for her to see
his face, the welcoming smile died on her lips.
“Aye, well at
least someone is glad of my presence.”
“Didn’t go well,
huh?” She held out her arms. He walked into them and wrapped his around her.
“Nay. Mostly the
humans want to wait until we’re attacked. Bran wants to annihilate the
Lemurians first.” He tightened his arms around her shoulders. “I want to bash
our way through the dark gods until they get fed up enough to retreat, but I
canna do it by myself.”
“We’ll help.”
The black dragonling tried to wriggle between Fionn’s and Aislinn’s bodies. His
scales caught on Aislinn’s pants.
“We will, we
will,” other young voices chimed in.
“The dark ones
killed our sister,” the black dragon went on, his piping voice serious. “We
want revenge.”
“Mother won’t
let us fight,” a green dragon spoke up. “She already said so.”
“Father
disagreed,” the red dragon who’d invaded Aislinn’s lap said.
She’d gotten
better at telling them apart, but it would be a relief once they named
themselves. In all, there were two red females, three green males, the black
male, and a copper male.
“I fear all of
us will get our chance in battle afore this is over.” Gwydion, flanked by Bran,
walked into their midst. “Come with me. Time to give Aislinn a break.”
“Will you tell
us a story?” the copper dragon demanded.
“Yes,” a red
dragon clapped her clawed forelegs together. “You tell the best stories.”
“I’ll be your
bard tonight.” Bran made a sweeping bow. “Mayhap you’d care to hear about how
dragons came to be.”
“Yes!” the red
female shrieked.
“Follow Bran,”
Gwydion urged. Once the dragons were in motion, some flying, some walking, he
rolled his eyes and brought up the rear.
“Thanks,”
Aislinn shouted after him.
“Ye owe me,
lass,” he called over one shoulder.
Aislinn leaned
her head into the nook between Fionn’s neck and shoulder. “Would you like to
walk a bit before we go inside?”
“Aye, lass. Now
ye mention it, I’d like that verra much.”
“Do you suppose
we could go as far as the sea?”
“I thought we’d
remain within my wards—”
Bella flapped
out of the darkness and landed on Rune’s back. “We’re coming,” she announced.
“Of course we
are,” Rune seconded. “My bonded one would never consider leaving me behind.”
Aislinn stifled
a snort. The bond animals had their own network and frequently shared things
among themselves that they’d never tell their humans. Apparently Bella had
complained about Fionn ditching her, and the wolf was reminding her of that in
a less-than-subtle manner.
“Since we’re all
going,” Aislinn cut in before Fionn got into another argument with the
cantankerous raven, “let’s do this. I sat for so long, I’m cold.” She wriggled
out of Fionn’s embrace, reluctant to leave the warmth of his body.
“Would ye like
me to find you a warmer wrap?” Fionn asked.
She shook her head.
“I don’t want this to be a big production number. Mostly, I want to work the
kinks out of my legs before we go to bed. Thank Christ Dewi will be back by the
middle of tomorrow.”
Fionn hooked a
hand beneath her arm and guided her toward the wall that rose all around his
manor. He’d had the mansion built in the fifteen hundreds to exacting
specifications. Flat, gray stones comprised the outer wall; they fit together
so precisely it was nearly impossible to detect their edges. The house itself
was built from huge wooden beams and river rock. Five stories, with turrets and
a tower and leaded glass windows, it looked like something out of a movie set.
Aislinn fell
into step beside him, grateful for her long legs that let her keep pace easily.
They passed beneath one of four curved gateways set into the outer wall and out
onto open moorland. Humans who’d been assigned sentry duty nodded as they
passed. The salt tang of the sea deepened, tickling her nostrils. For a moment,
she felt homesick for the dry air of the American west where she was from. Rune
jumped to one side, jaws snapping, and came up with a small, wriggling
creature.
“I shall hunt
too,” Bella declared and launched herself off the wolf’s back. The black of her
wings melted into the shadows until Aislinn couldn’t see her anymore without
magic.
“Why’s she
unhappy this time?” Aislinn asked.
“What it comes
down to,” Fionn replied, “is she doesn’t enjoy sharing me. Aye, she likes you
well enough. Not like your mother, who she detested, but jealousy still gets
the better of her.”
“She’s good to
have by our side in battle, though.” Aislinn licked her lips and tasted salt
from perpetual mists that hung in the air. “Speaking of which, I assume there’s
another pow-wow with the humans.”
“Aye, that there
is. If nothing else, we must craft a defensive plan should we be attacked.”
“Not if, but
when,” she cut in. “I can’t put my finger on it, but time grows short. I feel
it here.” She laid a hand over her chest.
“Ye and Bran,
both. He says the Lemurians are closing, and I presume the dark gods are
masterminding whatever they’re up to.”
Rune growled
from around his impromptu meal. “I’m ready.” He shifted to mind speech because
his mouth was busy.
Aislinn waited
for the raven to jump in, but either Bella was out of earshot, or biding her
time. The roar of breakers on sand got louder as they closed the distance to
the beach. Fionn stopped walking and spun her in his arms until they faced one
another. He murmured a string of Gaelic endearments just before he closed his mouth
over hers.
Aislinn wove her
arms around Fionn’s muscled torso and opened her mouth to his insistent tongue.
Need flared, hot and urgent, but Fionn always had that effect on her. From the
moment their bodies had first slammed together, passion drove reason from her
mind.
She’d lost her
father to Perrikus and D’Chel the night they’d pierced the veil separating
Earth from their borderworlds. Lemurians had killed her mother a year later,
and Aislinn had vowed to never let another soul get close enough to hurt her if
something hideous happened to them. She’d held firm for two years, but first
Rune and then Fionn, had walked into her life and changed everything.
Too late. It’s
too late to worry about it now. Her breath quickened, and her nipples formed
hard peaks where they were squashed against his chest.
Fionn dropped
his hands lower and cupped the curves of her ass, pulling her hard against an
obvious erection. She tore her mouth from his. “So, do you just want to fall
into the wet grass and get it on?”
He made a
decidedly male sound deep in his throat. “Not a bad idea, leannán. I can make
us a dry place with magic.” He butted his hard-on against her pelvis. “At least
we’d have a shred of privacy. No telling who’ll burst into my rooms back in the
house.”
“No kidding. Do
you suppose the dragons have figured out how to work their way past the
deadbolt?”
“Och, lassie.
Now ye mention it, I caught the black one using magic to do just that earlier
today.” He tugged one of her arms from around him and pushed her hand over his
engorged flesh. “We willna be long. Think of the adventure aspect.” Muted humor
ran beneath his words…
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About
the Author:
Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at
heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers
many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls,
but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn
of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle
moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It
was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who
see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann
prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys,
sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her
fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip
and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged.
Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between
writing that novel and its sequel.
Around that time, a friend of
hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before
that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty
regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her
tales often have a green twist.
In addition to writing, Ann
enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her
backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten
percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry
the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a
very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their
family.
@AnnGimpel
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