Rebecca Rathor
Bio
I'm a Canadian writer with 20 years of writing under my belt, but I'm still awful at writing bios. This is draft #7. Sad, I know. I procrastinate more than I write, dream of tattoos I'll never get, and fantasize about Aragorn way too much.
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Falling Toward Dragons
CHAPTER ONE There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But there were today. Finn ran down the cliff-hugging trail along the north face. Little rocks broke free under his left foot and tumbled off the edge. Some landed on the path down below. Others broke off wide and fell toward the lake that filled the valley floor. He was too high up to see them hit the water, and he didn’t dare lean over to peer over the edge. He’d lost his balance and fallen before, but he hadn’t been this high up last time and only fell about thirty feet before the water broke his fall.
By Rebecca Rathor4 years ago in Fiction
We Could Have Seen Castles
Rue scrutinized the peeling black polish on her bitten-too-short nails. Why did she always do that? She chewed and chewed until her mouth tasted like acetone and spoiled fruit and her fingers burned and bled. Her mother would remind her it wasn’t ladylike to bite her nails, and it certainly wasn’t sanitary, and what boy would be interested in asking a girl to prom who treated her fingers like corn on the cob?
By Rebecca Rathor5 years ago in Humans
