“You can’t judge a book by its cover.” That’s a popular saying we’ve all heard more than a few times. And it is true. Take Sarah Butland’s novel “Arm Farm”, for example. The first time I saw the cover, I had images of a delusional, psychopathic farmer chopping the limbs off of people that he […]
A Four part collaboration by Pierre C Arseneault, Sarah Butland and Angella Jacob. All rights reserved. Part 1. The Damsel Almost in Distress By Pierre C Arseneault The young blonde limped slightly under the fading daylight as she walked barefoot on the cool concrete of a downtown sidewalk. Her left ankle throbbed slightly as she […]
It’s not over until the fat lady says so By Pierre C Arseneault “Oh, Lord I’m such a terrible person,” thought the older woman behind the cash register at Word-Nerds New and Used Bookstore. The feeling of joy and happiness was still washing over her when this thought went through her mind. “How can I […]
One day a year is highlighted for gratitude and yet still people fill it with food, expanding pants, naps and well, yes, of course the family you haven’t seen in months. Even if we say a moment of thanks to those who surround us, the good food on our plates and the beautiful colours of […]
A Four part collaboration by Pierre C Arseneault, Sarah Butland and Angella Jacob. All rights reserved. Part 3. Such a Lovely Face By Angella Jacob The traffic on the corner of MacBeth and Willshire was heavier than usual, so I was lucky to find a parking spot near the coffee shop where I knew too […]
Recently I was asked – except for social media, what was the last thing I wrote? I was pleased to say the answer to that was more of my book, Absolution, which is the last book in my Cursed trilogy. So what is this trilogy I just mentioned? Book 1 – Cursed: Reality and myths […]
A Four part collaboration by Pierre C Arseneault, Sarah Butland and Angella Jacob. All rights reserved. Part 2. The Blonde and The Catcher in the Rye By Sarah Butland A man followed close behind, appearing to be focused only on the blonde in front of him. He was mumbling to himself, something about blame and […]