Melanie Griffin was my dear friend. I remember her frolicking in the waves at Myrtle Beach by moonlight, playing in the surf with Liz Scheier, both of them laughing and soaked to the skin. Melanie was taken from us by an aneurysm, so young, and the world got a little darker. Still is, to be honest. This antho is dedicated to her, my friend, and all profit goes to her partner for medical and other bills. The writers who loved her provided the stories in her honor. And best of all, some stories are hers, ones she was working on when she passed.
There is a Rogue Mage story in this antho, one that saw the light of readers’ eyes in the antho Triumphant. If you haven’t read the antho, here’s your chance to dip your toe in. Here’s a chance to meet some new authors. And a chance to honor the memory of a bright light.
