A Birdie Speaks,

Hello, I’m Thunder Falcon but my friends call me Birdie. I’m a Native American science fiction and fantasy author, along with being an artist and occasional actress with a tendency towards radio theater. As you can see, I tend to fancy shape and color, along with my long standing affection for paintings brushed out in both words and sound.

Of course, when it comes to those paintings in words, my books the Secrets of the Poppy, Celestial Angel and the free title The Beckoning Within, can be found in their prospective realities, at Smashwords, Barnes&Noble and Amazon, among other places. And hopefully a new title, featuring the occasional space-ship, alien or mad-dog criminal, won’t be far behind.

Still I love telling stories with art and enjoy designing the book covers for my titles, along with creating the occasional book trailer or merchant presentation for a client. So I was delighted to find the fanciful realms of Redbubble, if only to unleash some artful Birdie Mischief upon t-shirts, posters and the occasional unsuspecting cell phone or iPad. And you may see some cover art from my book titles, make an appearance here, sooner or later. Hopefully, it’ll make for a nice ongoing art show.

If you enjoy fiction, check out my journal for complete flash fiction tales and book-preview passages from my titles. Thanks for coming by for a visit.

Pretty Thoughts, T. Falcon

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A passage from "The Beckoning Within"

A Passage from the Free Title / The Beckoning Within / by Thunder Falcon / The sounds have come again, calling out in that frightening way. They are the horrible sounds the dare to call forth an unimaginable reality that could end all things. All things safe, all things understood, all things kind…all things of the Father. / How could he wish to leave the father? / Daya has to stop him, no …
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Flickering Reminiscence (flash fiction)

Flickering Reminiscence / by Thunder Falcon / The morning light creeps in through the transparency of curtain fabric and gently plays against her Her face. Its tends to be sneaky that way, the morning light. / He waits patiently as she wakes, her stirring changing the faint movement of playful particles dancing in the air. Yes, its funny now, how he notices everything in this particular moment. …
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