So you can read my books

Monday, March 17, 2014


Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone.
Maewyn Succat was the real name of St. Patrick, 

who died this day back in a time where myth and history eerily blend. 

It is said he used the shamrock to explain the Trinity, the Three who are One.

He was either Scottish or Welsh, or some even say French. Being a Lakota, Irish, British blend myself, I can relate.

Some legends state that he drove the snakes out of Ireland and contested with the very Sidhe themselves, but readers of my THE BEAR WITH TWO SHADOWS know the truth:

In the tradition of St. Patrick's Day
Hibbs, the cub with no clue, who grew to become legend,
has a tale of a fateful meeting with a leprechaun for you:

Hibbs walked through the green tangle of trees and brush in search of something to fill his constantly hungry stomach. The cub was sad.

Spring was here. Winter was gone. So, too, was the Turquoise Woman -- off on one of her mysterious trips.

Snow made everything seem magical when you awoke to it ... just like the Turquoise Woman made each moment special ... if not deadly as well.

Now, both were gone.

"Faith!" chirped a voice above him.

Hibbs looked up through the velvet cover of the leaves. He went stiff. A little man, dressed in the oddest green clothes Hibbs had ever seen.

"It's me gold yer after, isn't it?"

"I can’t eat gold. But have you seen any blueberries?"

The small man looked shocked, then outraged. "You don't mean to be saying you have no yearning for my gold?"

Hibbs had quite enough of this strange two-legged. "I am yearning to be alone."

Hibbs ambled off in search of berries and solitude. The leprechaun leapt from tree to tree harassing the poor cub with a constant shrill barrage of insults for his lack of discernment.

The cub walked like this for some minutes when a swirl of snowflakes danced all around him, finally becoming the tall, regal Turquoise Woman.

Lightning hair tumbled along both sides of a face both terrible and beautiful beyond any singing of it as she tweaked his wrinkling nose softly.

"Did you not see the leprechaun fall out of that tree twelve paces back?"

Hibbs' face brightened. "Oh, that's wonderful!"

The Turquoise Woman frowned, "Wonderful?"

"Yes. I thought I had gone deaf!"
Sean McLachlan just released The Scavenger, a short story set in the same universe as Radio Hope. Buy it now for .99 cents on Amazon.


  1. I think that Hibbs discernment was spot on. I would take blueberries (and silence) over gold every time myself. And, drat you, you have me lusting after yet another book.

  2. Happy St. Patrick's Day! And following that, may the luck of the Irish bring you quick healing.

    Squirrels are a nuisance in many ways.

  3. Elephant's Child:
    Really hard to eat gold! I think you and Hibbs will get along!

    And Happy St. Patrick's Day to you, too! My mother always wondered about the luck of the Irish -- what with the potato famine!

    Thanks for the wishes for quick healing. My temple is nearly healed -- as for my nose .... not so much.

    Squirrels are a lovely nuisance to me as I watch them gather nuts and scamper about the town as I bike.

    I am up late waiting for a very early morning blood run! Whew!

  4. Awwww Hibbs!! Glad he's got his priorities right! Who needs gold when there are yummy blueberries to have! Yay! Happy St Patrick's!! Take care

  5. That's funny!
    What would a bear do with gold anyway?

  6. Kitty:
    Hibbs blushed at your words. :-) Hibbs always places his tummy over adventure!!

    Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!!

    Bribe a dragon! :-)

  7. That was funny! A baby bear thinking he has gone deaf.

  8. Shelly:
    At that point in his life, Hibbs was not exactly a mental giant! :-) I'm glad you got a smile out of this.

  9. I'm warmed by that endearing, playful story. Hibbs has his priorities straight and the little green guy got what he deserved.

    Wishing Sean much success.

    I hope you're holding up okay, Roland. I hope you're holding up much better than okay, actually.

    Sending good thoughts, love and prayer.

  10. Robyn:
    Hibbs is hard not to love. :-) I wish Sean much success, too. Being as he has an Irish last name, I thought it only fitting to include him.

    I'm stronger. My nose is healing fairly well.

    I failed to even make it pass the PITCH round of ABNA today.

    Sigh. Whatever it takes to be a successful writer, I obviously do not possess it.

    I would already be gone from the blogverse if I hadn't given my word to do the A to Z Challenge.

    I have three new voice actors who believe in my prose enough to agree to do a Royalty Share on seven more of my books. So for the rest of this year, I will try to market the audiobooks as hard as I can so that their skill and talents will not have gone to waste.

    If I can't turn it around my New Year's, I will leave writing and the internet, focusing on getting back into physical shape and studying psychology and philosophy at night school again.

    Your friendship means a lot. Thank you!