Human 76 on Kindle

For those who have been waiting, Human 76 is now on Kindle!  Okay, okay, it has actually been on kindle for awhile but I’m not the best blogger in the world.  Something I have to work on.  But I just wanted to let everyone know it is now available on Kindle for those who prefer it!  There is more news to come very soon, but wanted to put it on in the world.  I really hope everyone is enjoying the book as much as we all did working on it!


Human 76 on Kindle!

The Evolution of Waya

First and foremost, if you haven’t read The Hunted, my addition to the Human 76 Fragments of a Fractured World anthology.  You may want to stop now.  There may be some spoilers in the following blog post.

The following post is all about the lead character and his story, how Waya came to be.

The name Waya is Cherokee for Wolf.  Also something I used in his mutation, his wolf like eyes.  And really anyone who is familiar with much of my writing…a wolf in some for is almost always represented somewhere in my writing (pretty much there is either a wolf, raven/crow or dragon always present in some form or another).  Here Waya himself is meant to be a wolf, a predator in his own right especially in his youth.

I wanted Waya to be a character, who had a dark past.  He was born innocent enough but he was taken captive by the very sort of men he is being hunted in this story.  And for awhile, he was trained to be like them, to fill their ranks.  So in his past he has done dark and horrible things that may not have been by choice but they are there.  And one of the things that brought him out of that world and into the almost peaceful existence was love.  Olathe is part of the reason he escaped and started a new, very different life than the one he was trained into.  Olathe herself also shares much the same story as him, Ahyoka being their true savior in turning them into better people.  He knew what kind of men they were that were hunting him, not just cannibals, but cold blooded killers.  Men who just wanted to destroy anyone who they crossed paths with.

In appearance I wanted Waya to be someone when you picture him, you’re wary of him.  Not someone you would trust on approach and in this world he would almost seem villainous.  His thick messy beard.  His braided and matted hair with as much gray as his youthful black.  He is a rugged looking man.  Thin but muscular, and almost serpent like with his frame and movements, hence part of why Ghabrie uses the phrase she does about a serpent shedding their skin.

For those who may be curious about the other two characters, Waya’s family or more particular their names.

Ahyoka means “she brought happiness” (also Cherokee).

Olathe means “lovely” (also with native american origins).

I think it may go without saying that I may have other stories to tell in this world, maybe a view back on Waya’s past as well as where he and his family go at the end of The Hunted.  Do they find the peaceful community he tells his daughter about at the end of the story?  Or will his dark past come back to haunt him?  Guess time will tell.

Again I feel like just pointing out how amazing the whole experience of working on Human 76 was.  And how truly amazing the book is, biased as an opinion as it is.  I didn’t truly realize it myself until I had a physical copy of my own.  You should get a copy as well and let us know what you think!!





Human 76!

Sorry for the delay!

Human 76 has been released.  I can’t really describe how amazing the experience of working on this anthology has been.  Everyone involved is just so amazing.  Really didn’t want to use the word again but I really no other way to describe my experience with working on this book.  From the other writers,  the editors, just the entire Human 76 community.  You are all amazing!!!!



I know I’m a couple weeks behind with this post but here are some of the places you can find Human 76!!!

Lulu Paperback

Lulu Ebook

Amazon Paperback

Barnes and Noble Paperback and Nook edition


And on top everything the book is also on Goodreads!!!  If you have an account go mark yourself as interested!!  And if you read the book, give us a review!  Nothing helps authors out more than reviewing the book!


Human 76 on Goodreads!



Human 76 Release Tomorrow!

Tomorrow is the day, Human 76 is being released.  June 17 2016!!  So excited, I really hope everyone enjoys the book.  A lot of very talented people put time and energy into making this book so amazing.


Thought I would pass along a couple links this evening in preparation for tomorrow’s release.  For starters, Human 76 has its very own facebook page.  So you can keep up with everything happening in Gharbrie’s world.

Human 76 Facebook page

The second link, for all of those who may be curious to know how this book came to be.  No one better to let you know about that than one of the people who envisioned the story, Lisa Shambrook.

Human 76 – Ghabrie is on her way…



Human 76 cover revealed

Exciting News!!!

For awhile now I’ve been working on an Anthology with a group of wonderful and very talented people.  Well as of yesterday the cover to said Anthology has been revealed!


And what an amazing cover it is!!!!

The release date has not been revealed yet but just as soon as it does I will let everyone know.  I am sure you will all love this book!!


And to wet your appetites a little….here is a small snippet from my entry in Human 76!


The rope bridge swung violently from side to side with every overly cautious step. Waya grimaced.  His heart roared in his chest, picturing himself plummeting to his death in the foggy cavern below.  He closed his eyes and held his breath until the bridge halted its violent movements.  His stomach churned with each screech and shrill whistle, thinking he was going to vomit. Though it had been over a day since he had a meal, there was nothing in his stomach to lose.  The wind pushed up into his face, blistering his exposed skin.  Biting his lip he looked back the way he came, shifting his body to secure his uncertain position against his fear of heights.  There was little in this world he was truly afraid of, heights and the loss of his family and home.  He could still see the smoke from the ridgeline knowing he had lost his home already.  He knew the origin of the fire; years of hard work gone up in flames.  The howling of his pursuers broke his gaze on the memories floating into the sky.  Emerging from wilderness, they spotted him immediately, their yells echoing louder than the wind.  He focused again, placing one step in front of another and another.  He felt the advance of the first hunter, as the bridge shifted harshly with the presence of another on the flimsy surface.  He chased showing no caution in his pursuit.  Waya smiled.  Waya rushed forward, away from the man, but lost his footing, slipping.  He gritted his teeth, holding tight, not allowing himself a breath until his feet were again secure on the rope.  The man was closer now, Waya positioned himself, waiting.  He felt the knife resting on his lower back, it would be easy to pull it free but he knew the hunters likely avenue of assault as he approached with a clutched blade between his teeth.  When the hunter was close enough he took the knife in one hand holding the rope above them with his other. 

Hello There


I know it’s been awhile.  So long actually that I forgot to even do an update when I moved my blog over to its new location.  Surprise!  I’m sitting here attempting to finding a way to come up with content to keep this blog active.  I do have some news!  Exciting news!  But in the meantime please be patient, I’m not as familiar with word press as I’d like to be so this will be a learning experience as I go to say the least.

But first I figure I should pose the question on how many people who actually read this would be interested in me posting travel blogs (I figure I can do so many blogs just in around Kentucky, a lot of great locations to visit)?  Or photographs in my journey to be a better photographer.  Or event blogs, because we all know how much I love going to conventions.  Or just in general life blogs.  I know it’s my playground and I should run with it and I probably will do just that.  I just wish I had more writing related blogs to do.  Maybe I will try to get back into flash fiction!  It has been awhile for that as well.

So as for the exciting news.  I have been published in the past in flash fiction anthologies but this is something a little bigger.  I’m part of the Human 76 Anthology which is coming out very soon!  With some very, very talented writers and great people.  There will be more about his coming very soon.  I don’t think you will be disappointed!


The Black House

My submission to 

Mid-Week Blues-Buster Week 2.29

          The Black House
Cecilia paused in the doorway, taking a deep breath before stepping further into the kitchen.  It had been three years since she’d seen the house.  Three years of self-discovery, eight tattoos, a Mohawk and countless hair colors along the way to discover who she was.  She had done everything to escape this house.  She didn’t want to come back, not when everything seemed so right.  For the first time in her life…she was happy.  Cecilia didn’t think there was anything for her here.  The phone call made her realize how wrong she was.  There was something she had never been able to leave behind.  Her mom’s news would have been something to cheer about if she was someone else.  If it had been someone else’s family but not her own.
Dark cobwebs clung to every surface, everything looked so unclean and old.  Had she really been gone so long?  It left a bitterness on her tongue, Cecilia glanced to the large bottle in her hand before taking a large drink of the moonshine washing away the disgust.  She coughed immediately as the bottle retreated from her lips.  Her chest burned from the strong liquor.  A few more steps through the kitchen to the living room, the floorboards screeched with each step.  It was a mixture of preaching and scalding, telling her she was nothing more than trash.  She’d heard it all before in one tone or the other.
Every corner had a story, twenty years’ worth of her own living nightmares.  She was less than human to him, only because she was born wrong in his eyes.  He was supposed to be her biggest fan, biggest protector but he was the monster she feared in the dark.  Taking another drink she started the trek up the stairway, most of the steps were loose now.  Rails were missing from the banister as she reached the top, she remembered being pushed through them not too many years before she left.  The fall hurt but less than the beating she had taken afterwards, all because of the piercing in her nose.  How impure and evil he said it made her.  Each inch of the old house reminded her of a scar on her body.
Her hands trembled approaching her bedroom again.  It was at times her only sanctuary.  She’d push the chair against the door, he couldn’t budge it from there.  It would give her hours to escape into her world of knights and brave warriors of both sexes.  But sooner or later she would have to leave and he would always be waiting.
It made her sick.  Cecilia thought about her mom’s mumbled words over the phone, “I’m pregnant.”  She had hung up right after, knowing she was going to have to come back.  There was no hesitation.  Four hours on the road gave her a lot of time to think of what she was going to say.  How was she going to convince her mom to leave?  To get away from him, even though it never worked before.  The closer she got, the more upset and nervous it made her.  Three years and not a word spoken between them.  What would she say to the man who tortured her for so many years?  Left her broken and scared. 
She lowered herself to one knee picking up the knife with her blood soaked hand.  His limp frame in the corner of her sanctuary.  She muttered still seeing her actions in her mind, “No more scars.”