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More Poetry – Sea Wurm

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2020




Sea Wurm

Pitter patter

Little prints of feet upon the sea

Running, scurrying to and fro

With a look of malicious glee

Seeking above turgid waves

At the fish gone by

Ducking low beneath the foam

Beneath the darkened sky

Opening a tooth-filled maw

Endeavoring to roar

Frightening innocent passersby

On the far-by shore

Oh, what wet and dripping glisten

Those scales of innocent terror

Oh, that pungent seaweed breath

Of that sea-wurm’s lair

So, watch that giant of the waves

Streak past in silver glory

And mind that terror of the sea

Thou sailor bold and hoary


Blah, blah, blah, BLURB!

Wednesday, March 21st, 2018


I have updated the WIP page with the blurb for Dragon Kin. Check it out by clicking below.



Dreams Unsettled, Unborn

Friday, December 16th, 2016



I have received several notes and reviews regarding the short stories and flash fiction I’ve written and featured in Dreams Both Real and Strange, several of them requesting that I combine stories that had been split in two sections in two different books. As a result, I combined all of the stories that had been split and have re-featured them here, in this complete anthology, for the enjoyment of the reader. As always, I enjoy receiving feedback from readers, and endeavor to satisfy if at all possible.

For those of you who already downloaded/purchased copies of Dreams Both Real and Strange I, all you must do is go to your kindle account and update your download to receive the new material for free. For those of you who haven’t read Dreams Both Real and Strange I and it’s sequel- feel free to check out the link here: DREAMS UNSETTLED, UNBORN.

I thank you for your continued encouragement and support.

Reviews & Stuff!

Sunday, July 31st, 2016

The Dragon's Call audiobook



I was delighted to discover that The Dragon’s Call Audiobook just received an amazingly thorough review! Check it out HERE.


Meanwhile, the reviewer notes that the sequel has been long delayed.


I have to apologize to those who have taken the time to read Cecily and Derek’s story. As the reviewer notes, I did experience a several personal tragedies while writing the sequel: my father passed, I experienced two separate miscarriages, then my husband passed during the writing of this story.


As a result it has taken a long time to stabilize and the word count has suffered as a result.


Derek and Cecily’s tale is still a work in progress though the actual writing process has been hampered.


The sequel to The Dragon’s Call will be named The Dragon Throne and, while the first half of the sequel is complete, the second half is still in the process of completion.


Nonetheless, it is always a wonderful boost when readers enjoy the story, and definitely helps boost the writing process forward.


I thank those who have read this story so much for their continued support along with the notes I have received from those who can’t wait to find out what happens to Derek and Cecily.

KW McCabe

Here There Be Dragons Giveaway!

Friday, May 27th, 2016

The Dragon's Call audiobook



For a limited time I’m giving away free copies of The Dragon’s Call –  and all you have to do to enter is watch a 2min video!

There are very few copies so hurry up for your chance to win – click HERE!!!

Good Luck!

Dawn of the Dead: Chapter 1

Wednesday, May 25th, 2016

Here’s the next installment of Dawn of the Dead – Enjoy!                                                                                 Read Prologue HERE



Dawn of the Dead

Chapter 1

Atonement for the Dead

“Dawn, get out of bed. I didn’t come back from the grave to spend my after-life watching you sleep your life away.”

I groaned. “Clyde, there are days I wish you had gone to that happy resting place in the sky. At least then I’d get more sleep.”

“That’s Uncle Clyde to you, wench. Now, get up, or else.”

I laughed and then moaned as sunlight hit my eyes and a world of hell burst open in my head. He’d pulled open the curtains. “Uncle Clyde!”

“I did tell your lazy ass to get up.”

No one should ever sound that smug. Especially not large black ravens inhabited by annoying spirits.

“Fine, I’m up!” Pushing my hair out of my face, I stumbled out of bed, groping blindly for some clothes. My head ached. I really shouldn’t have gone clubbing the night before.

Cracking my eyes open, I found a shirt, some jeans, and my shoes, and pulled them on. Pain stabbed through my head again and I moaned and headed out the bedroom door.

The beat of wings sounded behind me, following me to the kitchen. I ignored him. Anyone who opened a window to full sunlight on a helpless hung-over sod like me deserved no good-morning niceties.

“Hurry up.”

I grumbled under my breath and glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. He was right. I was going to be late.

“Damn it, too late for coffee. And it’s Monday,” I muttered, grabbing my cell phone and keys off the counter and heading out the back door to the garage.

“Lazy ass.”

I really had to learn how to keep my complaints to myself.

My black 1980 Lincoln Continental sat crouching in the dark as I entered the garage. To be honest, it was ancient and looked a like a mini Hearse, but I liked it. It fit me.

After climbing inside I glanced at the side view mirror. My hair was a mess. It was jet black and pixie cut and wild from my restless night. I looked like one of those troll dolls. Except gothic.

“You look like crap.”

“Thanks, Clyde.”


I sighed, started the car, pulled out of the garage and headed for work. One could hope the day would get better.


I pulled up to the NCMEC satellite office and parked. The day was bright and hot in Tustin, California, and it would have felt awesome if I hadn’t looked at the clock on the dash: 9:47am. I was so late. I got out of the car and snuck in the building. As I passed through the front, I hunched my shoulders, hoping to get to my desk unnoticed. Uncle Clyde glided in behind me. He, unlike me, could be invisible.

“Dawn, while you were catching your beauty rest, we’ve had another disappearance – I’m going to need you out in the field on this one.”

Obviously, hoping anything invited karma to spit in my face.

I sighed and turned to face my supervisor, Dan Wilkins. “Another one? Who is it this time?”

“A little girl.”

“What’s so different about this one? I’ve been holding down the hotline for months now. You haven’t called me to the field since the Maguey Case.”

Dan grimaced.

That case had gone unsolved for nine years. I solved it in one day by following the little boy’s ghost to his buried body in his parent’s hunting range.

“The little girl is Sienna Whitcauf, daughter of Shana Whitcauf, the Departmental head of the Children and Family Services Department.”

“Isn’t that ironic.”

“It get’s worse.”

I gave a snort and headed over to the coffee table. At least the office always had coffee, which was great. My head was still killing me. “How much worse can it get? Her kid’s gone.”

“Her husband is the one who kidnapped her.”
One cup of coffee was not going to be enough. Mondays should be illegal. “And you need me to find the kid before it hits the local papers and the irony sets all the reporters panties on fire.”

“Exactly. The state has already cut over three hundred employees because of the budget. They’re just looking for reasons to cut more.”

“Alright. Give me her information and I’ll start from there.”

As soon as he finished giving me Shana Whitcauf’s contact information, I headed out.

Saving children was what I did, but I could only attempt to save this child by meeting with her mother in person.


“The last time I saw my husband was about three days ago before I left for work.”

Shana Whitcauf was a tall, shapely woman. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her makeup made her golden skin seem flawless.

“How long was it between the time you saw him and the moment he disappeared with your daughter?” I asked.

She sighed. “My husband, Michael, and I have a very…unconventional arrangement. He normally stays home while I work full-time. So it was always easier if he got her ready in the mornings and took her to school.”

I nodded, keeping the surprise off my face. The arrangement was different, certainly, but this was California. Different was the norm. “So he could’ve left any time after you left the house.”

“Exactly.” She leaned back against her desk, folded her arms and glanced at the clock. Her schedule was so full the only way I could speak to her immediately was by meeting her in her office at work. Still, for a mother who had just lost her child, she seemed a little impatient.

“Sorry, about the length of time. I know you’re pretty busy.” I wasn’t sorry at all, but when working with parents on these cases, I always practiced a brand of niceness I didn’t normally use outside my job.

“No, no. I’ll spend all the time you need, if anything, I’ll just cancel my meeting.”
I shrugged. “That won’t be necessary. We’re almost done anyway – we just need to schedule a time when I can meet you at your house.”

She stared at me. “At my house? Why?”

This part was always the hardest to explain without sounding like a Napa State Hospital candidate.

“It’s easier for me to track children if I visit their homes.” It wasn’t true, but she couldn’t know the real reason I needed to visit her house.

She frowned for a long while, doubtful, and then shrugged. “I don’t see what you visiting our home will do when the police have already searched everything, but that’s fine.
Tomorrow evening I’m completely free.” She scribbled the address on a sticky from her desk and handed it to me.

I took it and straightened, nodding a farewell. “All right, see you tomorrow evening then.” As I turned and left her office, Uncle Clyde, a silent, invisible shadow, followed me out the door.

“That woman didn’t seem too invested in your meeting with her.”

I glanced up at the large raven flying above me as we headed towards my car. “You know how it is. Once the police have gotten involved, no one ever thinks the NCMEC is relevant outside of their missing children’s hotline.”

Uncle Clyde dipped in the air irritably. “True, but still – something doesn’t feel right about her.”

Stopping, I crossed my arms and looked up at him. “Look, if you know something I don’t, then spit it.”

He landed with the beat of large wings and a hop on the ground. He was a large bird. Even for a raven. “No, I don’t know anything – not yet, but I’m telling you, something doesn’t feel right about her.”

“Well, if that’s all you have to say then you’re not much help. Maybe we’ll learn more when we check out her house tomorrow night.”

He hopped into the air in sullen silence. I knew he’d take his revenge in the morning.

But first we had to stop back at the office.

Dan was going to want an update on the Whitcaufs.

I walked back into the office, peering around for Dan. Cathy was the only one in the room holding down the hotline. She looked up, wrinkled her nose at Uncle Clyde sitting on my shoulder, and waved before going back to her call. I waved back and looked at the clock: 4:43pm. Dan must have taken an early day.

I sighed and headed home. Getting his take on Shana Whitcauf would have been nice, but wasn’t necessary. I’d most likely find out more than he ever could tomorrow evening at the Whitcauf home anyway.

“Dawn, wake up.” There was the whoosh of fabric, and light smacked me in the eyes.

I groaned. “Why does it always feel like my life is on repeat?”

“Because you’re too damn lazy to try something new. Like getting up early for a change.”

I groaned again and rolled out of bed. At least today there was no hangover to combat while stumbling out the door.

“Whatever,” I grumbled under my breath, and headed to the bathroom and got in the shower.

“You know, if you want to actually have food in the morning like a normal person, getting up early is really good for that.”

I jumped, banging my arm against the water knobs, and looked up. He was perched on the shower doors looking down.

I cursed. “What the hell! Can’t I have a moment to shower? Alone?”

He ruffled his feathers, but disappeared from my view. “I’m your uncle and I’m dead.”


“I’m just saying. You’re looking a little bony. “

I rolled my eyes and finished up, glad that I’d hung the towel on the shower door. I reached up and grabbed it, wrapping it around myself before stepping out of the shower.

Uncle Clyde was perched on the toilet seat, head cocked, black eyes beady and serious. “You have to take better care of yourself, Dawn. Otherwise, what will you use to negate the cost the next time you have to use a spell?”

I stiffened. He was right, but thinking about cost always hurt. Four years later and my little sister’s death still rode me hard. “Fine, Clyde. Will you shut up if I eat?”

“Yeah, and while you’re at it, give your mom a call.”

I froze and then walked out the bathroom door. He’d gone too far. “Mind your damn business, Uncle Clyde.”

“Dawn, why do you do this? Your mother doesn’t blame you for Christy’s death. Her death wasn’t your fault to begin with.”

“You don’t know that.” My voice was raw. Thinking about the day my little sister died still hurt. I’d been fifteen and bitter at my powers. I hated dead things. While other little kids were asking their mommies why Frisky or Spot wouldn’t wake up – I knew why. They were dead.

The day my little sister died, I’d been avoiding Uncle Clyde, trying to smother my powers, trying to deny that I wasn’t like other teens. Trying to deny the fact that I wasn’t normal at all. If I’d accepted who I was, Uncle Clyde would have been with me that day. He would have warned me in enough time to save her. Christy died because I was too much of a coward to accept what I was: a necromancer.

Every day that goes by, I atone for her death. Every child that I save is payment for my guilt.

But her blood never washes off my hands.

Site complete!

Wednesday, March 30th, 2016




The site is finally up and ready!  There are still some links missing here and there, but for the most part the site is functional.


I’ve also placed up the word count on The Dragon Throne, and started rereading over the manuscript to get back in rhythm with the storyline.


The word count so far is over 105k words total. The editing and rewriting process will decide whether I split the story into a trilogy instead of making it a duology. I’m leaning toward splitting the story into two small novellas since this is a YA storyline, but once the story arch is completed I will know for certain.


Meanwhile, the cover artist Mihaela Voicu is working with me on the second cover. You can see the first cover she designed HERE.


In any case, after a long hiatus, I’m cranking myself back into gear.


Wish me luck.

The Dragon’s Call – New Cover!

Friday, August 21st, 2015

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Here is the new cover for The Dragon’s Call, Cover art and design by Mihaela Voicu!


She’s done an absolutely beautiful job!


I’ve also been thinking long and hard about whether or not to split up the story or publish it as one book. As of right now, the entire manuscript reads over 105k words – and I’m still not finished. Because of this, I decided that it would be a better idea to split the manuscript in half, making Dragon Kin and The Dragon Throne into 50k+ word novellas. I wasn’t certain I should do this at first, but at this point the word count is too lengthy to leave as is for a YA novel.


There are some upsides and downsides to this – the downside being that some readers might actually prefer the thicker novel of over 105k words. The upside is that I’ll be able to edit and publish Dragon Kin much sooner than I had hoped. I might even have it ready for publishing mid-2016.


In any case, Mihaela will also design the covers for the following novellas in the trilogy ^.^


So, here it is.


Dragon Kin has been submitted to IWW for editing and is running the gauntlet.


The Dragon Throne is in the last stages and, like every ending, is difficult for me to write. But I’m getting there.


Wish me tons of coffee, patience, and good luck ^.^


The Dragon Throne

Sunday, July 12th, 2015



So, here’s the update! While I do have to apologize for not updating the cover for The Dragon Throne, I do have good news ^.^


An awesome cover artist is reworking the feel for the first book The Dragon’s Call which, I’m told, will be completed within the next few weeks! Yay!


Meanwhile, I’ve completed over 101k words, and I’m hoping to complete the book in another 5k.


Now, here’s the thing. If I’m unable to finish the book completely in 5k words, if I go over into 110k words or more (which I don’t think will happen, but you never know,) I will split the book in two. I won’t know until I’ve finished the book completely, because once I complete the rough draft and go through edits, I’m liable to lose as much as 5-7k words – or gain the same amount. So, I’ll keep updating through completion of the book and edits.


Until then, if you’re desperate for something to read – check out some short stories HERE



Why I’m Leaving KDPS #ReleaseTheRate @amazon

Friday, July 3rd, 2015



On 7/1/2015, I recieved this letter from Amazon, informing me of the new program in KDPS that will pay authors by the page instead of by the download:


In mid-June, we announced a change to the way we will pay for authors’ participation in Kindle Unlimited (KU) and the Kindle Owners’ Lending Library (KOLL) ( Starting today, the payout of the KDP Select Global Fund will be based on the number of pages KU and KOLL customers read. (Emphasis mine)

In mid-July, we will post results for the fund in June, expected to be at least $11M, making June the largest monthly payout so far. As previously announced, the KDP Select fund for July and August will also be at least $11M.

KDP authors can now see the Kindle Edition Normalized Page Count (KENPC V1.0) for each of their KDP Select titles on the “Promote and Advertise” page in their Bookshelf ( Please keep in mind that, because it is based on settings specific to this program and intended to normalize the count across all KDP Select titles, KENPC may well vary from page counts listed on a book’s Amazon detail page or page counts for a print book. As measured using KENPC, during the month of June, KU and KOLL customers read nearly 1.9 billion Kindle Edition Normalized Pages (KENPs) of KDP Select books.

For information about how we determine a book’s Kindle Edition Normalized Page Count (KENPC V1.0), you can read more here:

We welcome your continued feedback and ideas about how we can further improve Kindle Direct Publishing and Kindle Unlimited.

Best regards,
The Kindle Direct Publishing Team
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As a result of this, I have removed my short stories and poetry from the KDPselect program. I have left The Dragon’s Call on there for the moment, but am seriously considering removing it from there as well. I do not like how little information is being given on how many of my books are downloaded versus how many pages are read. The only information I’m given is how many pages have been read for that day. I don’t know what pages in which books, or if multiple books were downloaded – I know nothing at all except how many pages of all my works total were read for the day.

That is unacceptable.


I will not use KDPS for my smaller books anymore, and if the payout is not comparable to what I was receiving prior to July 1st, I will be removing The Dragon’s Call as well.


Take that, Jeff Bezos. #ReleaseTheRate

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