MOCCASIN TRACE
...a love story & the Craige Ingram bloodline...
2006

It was about the land ---
A tale of war and loss and love and hope...it is July 1859. Young lovers from privileged families, Hamilton Ingram and Sarah Greer are swept into the upheaval, the tragic loss of loved ones, of everything that is their world. Their bonds of love tested, of resolute determination set against the devastating turmoil that comes to Queensborough Towne in the rolling farm country of east Georgia.

NYMROD RESURRECTION
...a Craige Ingram mystery...
(fall 2010)

Having come through the fire and brimstone of a proverbial Sodom and Gomorrah, all of Avram's squads were quarantined, tested for biowarfare exposures. Yael and I laid squatter's claim to a rocky outcrop shared with more than a few bad-tempered desert scorpions. One star-spackled evening, huddling under our poncho-like blankets into the soft dawn, our breaths fogged in the crisp desert chill. Her head on my chest, we watched an oblate moon rise out of the eastern dunes. Its orange orb surged squat to round, slowly blanching the ocean of sand and ghostly wadis with otherworldly haunting silvers. My bandaged hand pushed back her hair, and pulled her soft wonder against me. She brushed a small desert flower along the side of my cheek, "...a desert gift for you. Purple Oshar, Sodom's Apple for my badw Bedouin warrior."

HAWKS of BELLE GLEANN
(work in progress)

He moved south along trails and footpaths in the Grampian Mountains. Followed the eastern traces along the great Loch. That night near Loch Gerry, he spotted plumes of smoke rising to the suth lowlands. Took care he was nae seen, moving on leaden-sky nihts or no moon. Sheltered in a burned-out shell of a house, its roofless walls smelling of smoke, blod and wet straw. Distant muffled explosions woke him from an unsettled sleep. Gripped the pomel of his Claymore. From the fissured ruins of the walls he watched the destruction of Invergerry's Castel Gerry, turrets and battlements crumbling with each blast. He changed bearings. Crossed to the west of the great Loch below Castel Urquhart. Moved north into the westerne Highlands. Stayed west of the smoking ruins of Castel Eilean Donan. Made his way onto the Isle of Skye, the last port open to fugitifs.

VAULT of SECRETS
...a Craige Ingram thriller...
2009

Death is seldom dignified. As a Private Investigator, Craige sometimes overlooked how personal the refined craft of killing could get. He yawned, stretched, scratched his day-old, reddish beard and stared out across the yard toward the splash of the river against his dock. River fog so pea-soup thick he couldn't see the curve of the river toward Silver Bluff Point. It blanketed the yard, beading the screens of his dogtrot-sleeping porch with shimmering droplets. During the annual Board of Directors banquet, CEO Llewyn Royce Sedgewicke died in front of God and all his fair-weather associates. He foundered like a tuxedoed, beached whale across the head table. His obese carcass shoveled gold-embossed plates, silver, floral centerpieces and assorted Waterford crystal into a tangled heap. He left a bigger mess behind. It blind-sided a lot of people, including Craige. The death certificate said heart attack. It wasn't.

Blood and Gold
...an Ingram thriller...
(summer 2011)

"Can you come to the house?" Virginia Garnel's voice trailed, "..alone."
For the Detective in Spinner nothing about this case had made sense from the start. Inner alarms jangled against her being on the up and up. The wife was part of her husband's dirty world, yet something carried through the phone in the way she spoke. Something in her voice told him to trust her..SEAL survival instinct dictated he shouldn't. No man climbed that far without the wife knowing. Taking him out of the picture wouldn't save Garnel's neck. Something happen to him, Craige and their SEALbuds would descend on Pitkin County, turn Colorado downside-up.
"I don't wish to speak over the phone. My husband and I have known it was tapped for some time..if the wrong people find out.."
"I'm on my way, it'll take about 45 minutes."

The CAIRNS of SAINCTUARIE (works in progress)
Volume I - The Bleikovat Event
Volume II - The Klarvkon Crisis
Volume III - Ishtar
Volume IV - Karadon

Scribed in The Chronicles of the Malfesian War --
"The exodus was an unseen turning point. Change was come upon the Malfesian lands and traditions of blood-kin clans. Border skirmishes resurrected old feuds, challenging Kraakon hegemony in the Valley of the Feldon. The Battle of the Feldon followed by the pyrrhic Eedov disaster failed to crush the clans...rousing what Krraks feared most. Eedov proved to be an unrecognized singular event...a moment which ends all that preceded, changes all that follows. Vendetta and war became revolution. Events became master."

The Lady of Corpsewood Manor
...an Ingram mystery-thriller...
(summer 2012)

The exquisite black stone shimmered with a subtle seduction. The delicate carvings no longer smudged by ash and soot. Protected between two corpses, you couldn't tell it had been through a fire. Switching on the high-tensor lamp, I reached for the hand magnifier. The flawless lines of the dragonfly looked alive...a slender body and translucent gossamer wings almost lifelike. Mesmerized by the skill required to carve such detail, I followed the body toward the head, expecting to see great bulbous glistening eyes. I almost dropped the lens. The head of the intaglio was a leering skull with bottomless sockets. The fantasy creature emblazoned above a heraldic Coat of Arms.