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NEW Illustrated Editions

Galleries of Stone_in print

The entire Galleries of Stone trilogy has been gently edited and re-uploaded, so if you have the books lurking on your e-reader, take a moment to refresh or re-download so you’re reading the newest version. Even snazzier is the introduction of new print editions with the full-color spot illustrations that have always been in the ebooks.


Tupper took a deep breath of the fragrant air and decided that waking brownstone might be his favorite of all. Brand held a taper to cinnabark and star-spice while Freydolf carefully added strips of thick, dried leaves that gave off a pleasant aroma as they smoldered.

“Scented oils work as well,” the Pred remarked instructionally. “And some kinds of perfume.”

—HARROW by C. J. Milbrandt

The alabaster statue was no longer in his elevated niche. Phineas stood gazing up at the beautiful mermaid perched at the fountain’s pinnacle, one of her hands upraised in a graceful stretch. She looked as if she was trying to pluck a star from the sky. If his sister’s stories were true, it was probably so she could give it to her prince.

—HARROW by C. J. Milbrandt

Tupper dashed ahead, but Freydolf ambled along at a slower pace, mindful of his surroundings, for the sprawling stoneworks were ultimately his responsibility. Their familiarity grounded him, their richness inspired him, and their complexity meant there was always a decent chance of spotting something he’d never noticed before.

—HARROW by C. J. Milbrandt

In a baffling blend of trans-continental traditions, Aurelius touched his forehead, his lips, and his chest, then bowed low. With careless deference, he intoned, “Sprat, for your foresight, your forays, and your forbearance where this big oaf is concerned, you have earned my gratitude! I shall proclaim it in Verit, Terse, Prose, and Skrit!”

—HARROW by C. J. Milbrandt


The Statuary by Raka, header

The Keeper charged through the Harrow’s front door, bellowing, “Aurelius!”

“In here,” his brother-in-law sang out.

Following the sound of his voice into the sleeping chamber, he found the man packing for his trip. Holding up two vests in slightly different shades of brown, he asked, “Chestnut or nutmeg?”

—Galleries of Stone, Book 2: Harrow

Gilded Fingers. I’m forever running into things that remind me of my stories. In a recent perusal of Continue reading CHIT-CHAT: Harrow