Eighteen finely crafted tales of Fantasy and Science Fiction by the author of Ill Met In Moonlight and Draw One In The Dark. Some of the outstanding stories in the collection are "Titan," a tale of young Leonardo Da Vinci finding his genuis through ancient gods; "What She Left Behind," Pedro finds he is born of the fairy, but has to choose between the mortal realm, and the enchanted land of fairy, "Wings," an artist with severed arms makes the long trip up a jagged mountain to die by the hooves of flying horses, "Sugarbush Soul," Madrastan sugar is the most powerful drug selling on Earth, but can Lindy stop the drug from being transported to Earth? These and many other entertaining stories await you from the imagination of Sarah A. Hoyt. Praise for Sarah A. Hoyt's Work: "Hoyt masterfully builds a dramatic story of misplaced loyalties, dark ambitions and human desperation and love... a literate, entertaining fantasy in which all's well that ends well." -- Publisher's Weekly "Bright and entertaining." -- The Denver Post "Hoyt has a deceptively clear and easy style...her characters, historical and magical are deftly drawn and completely believable" -- Chronicle
I was born in Portugal far more years ago than I like to admit to, in a -- then very small -- place called Granja (lugar da Granja -- lugar possibly transtating roughly as hamlet -- but literally translating as "place") in the freguesia (allegiance/fiefdom) of Aguas-Santas (Holy Waters) in the Conselho (council) of Maia in the district of Porto.
All those designations are changed now, but as I like to tell people I grew up somewhere between Elizabethan England and Victorian England with just a little of the twentieth century thrown in.
This might be exaggerating -- not much -- but the truth is that I did go to a village school and learn to write with a quill pen. Though I used ballpoint pens at home. I penned my first "novel" with ballpoint at around the age of six. And since it was pretty easy -- all twenty pages of Enid Blyton rip-off -- I abandoned what I (by then) suspected was an unattainable aspiration of becoming an angel when I grew up. I decided instead to be a novelist.
Once this was decided, of course, it didn't take all that long at all. Only some... cough... twenty years, during which I acquired a degree from the University of Porto (where we didn't use quill pens), found that employment for English majors was at best scant, moved to the US, changed my name, got married, worked at a variety of jobs from multilingual translator to retail clerk, had two kids and a varying and scary number of cats and read far more than is good for any human being.
So, now I live in Colorado with my husband, two teen sons who are both taller and stronger -- and far more handsome -- than I and four indoor cats, plus a variety of Not-Our-Cats(tm) who beg food at the kitchen door and for whom we provide facilities summer and winter. But who are not... cough... our cats. Ever.
I've been telling lies for fun and profit since 1994 (I did it for free long before that.)
