JenFrankel

In a brutally hot desert land, war has been far from a tiny village hovering on the bare edge of survival. But when a ruler demands victory, every able-bodied adult must respond to the call to arms.The village will be left decimated before a single blow is struck. Somehow, a tattered group of those too old and too young to fight must become a new civilization.But old prejudices don't die easily, and everything changes when a group of enemy soldiers stumble past the magical barrier erected to protect the village and into its life.…

JenFrankel

Poetry by jen frankel - a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Cute, sweet, sad, wistful, romantic, lovely, or mad - collecting the poetry that comes from the complexity and simplicity of life. :)…

JenFrankel

A Supernatural ThrillerA young girl discovers she is manifesting terrifying powers, especially the ability to enter and manipulate the minds of others. Targeted by an ancient family whose own powers are waning, she finds herself ripped from her normal life and imprisoned in a stone catacombs under an abandoned quarry. There, she must confront the unknowable intentions of a creature whose own powers seem limitless, the deadly battle waged by his children for their father's affections, and the very real danger not only to her but to schoolmate swept into this conflict.The worst part is, more frightening even than her circumstances, Maggie Stuart no longer feels human herself. What is she becoming, will she ever escape -- and when she can, will she still want to?…

JenFrankel

Arlene Sheftan finished her stint as a coroner in Toronto by jumping out of a window and earning a rep as a daredevil. That's hardly the way she sees herself: as far as she's concerned, she's just a working Joe trying to do her best. Injured, looking for a quieter patch to work, Arlene is just settling in to a new job as a coroner for London Police Service in Ontario, Canada when she's called to examine a body pulled from a lake. A far from ordinary Jane Doe. A Doe in a dress, in fact. A wedding gown.…

JenFrankel

Love has always been rich matter for poetry. . . I admit that I am not much of a romantic: I like to think I'm practical and more prone to musings on science and art than the vagaries of affection.But I'm poetic by nature, and love is something I've had a little experience with, some good, some bad, all memorable. I write sonnets when I'm in love, and free verse usually when I'm falling out of love, or love is falling out with me, as another poet said. . .Enjoy!…

JenFrankel

Brotherhood can be murder.Frankie loves his brother Karyl and their little sister Alin too. Life isn't easy on their remote property in the Okanagan Valley, with a violent father and beaten-down mom. And when the gypsy woman moves into the trailer by the lake, Karyl starts to change in frightening ways.Frankie will grow up to be a cop, calling himself John Tamblyn and putting his past behind him. Karyl will grow up to be something far more terrifying, and that trailer in isolated British Columbia is where it begins.This story can be read independently of the BLOOD & MAGIC series, or at any time after you've read up to Chapter Ten of THE LAST RITE. The events take place before any of the series novels, and don't worry, it won't spoil anything (as long as you wait until the end of Chapter Ten. . .)But it will either introduce you to the mysterious, morally ambivalent, ruthless Hunt, aka The Hunter, or take you into his past and the meaning behind the words, "Flesh and blood."…

JenFrankel

Art is life is art is politics is psychology. . . These are poems that dig deep at the prejudices and preconceptions of human beings. Politics weave through all our lives at every level, whether in our personal relationships, workplaces, or out in public.…

JenFrankel

An unlikely friendship develops between a super-heroine and a super-villainess, with unexpected, world-changing results!When I heard about a call for superhero short stories set in Canada, it seemed like the ideal time to see if my idea could really be fleshed out into a serious tale that satisfied me and paid due reverence to the history and complexity of the genre. And maybe that was part of my difficulty all along: that superheroes are so much bigger than I am that it seemed like a gargantuan task to get it right.But the writing led me in places I never anticipated, and in the end, I think I can actually bring something newish to the traditions, and that my own take stands on its own insanely flexible prehensile feet. That’s not to say I’m going to do it again. Anytime soon. Unless someone asks.You know.…