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On The Harvest Show talking about My Soul to Keep.





Writing trip to Hot Springs, Arkansas Working on The Soul Hunter
I got kicked out of this B&B for inviting a black guest to supper. This place was run by Nurse Ratchet from One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest. This was on 9/12/01.

Good writing mojo in Park City, Utah
This is the house I rented in Park City. That's me lying on the stone wall wondering what on earth I was thinking becoming a writer.

Writing in the kitchen in Park City, Utah

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Books by Melanie Wells

When the Day of Evil Comes - Excerpts
"I saw the first fly alight on the edge of my plate during supper. This was no ordinary fly. It was huge. The size of a small Volkswagen. I could have painted daisies on it and sold rides to small children."
The Soul Hunter - Excerpts
"Free-range anxiety is a lot like a free-range rooster. It can roam about at will, and if provoked, it just might peck you to death. My anxiety, already pushing hard against the fence, broke loose and jumped the chicken wire, clucking madly and scattering feathers everywhere."
Fiction
My Soul to Keep - Excerpts
As nasty as I knew Peter Terry to be, I never expected him to start kidnapping kids. Much less a sweet, funny little boy with nothing to protect him but a few knock-kneed women, two rabbits, and a staple gun..."