I glowered at the word trade and squirmed around in my too-tight silk dress: a real pretty one, the color of cinnamon and draped the way the court ladies wore ‘em a couple of seasons ago. We’d nicked it off a merchant ship a few months back. Mama had said it suited me when we were on board Papa's boat and she was lining my eyes with kohl and pinning my hair on top of my head, trying to turn me into a beauty. I could tell by the expression on Mistress Hariri’s face that it hadn’t worked.
Cassandra lives in Houston, Texas, where she works as an adjunct instructor of English at Lone Star College. She holds an M.A. in creative writing from The University of Texas at Austin and graduated from Clarion West in 2010.
"The Space Between Stars", Strange Horizons, January 2011
Relationship- and character-driven. Interested in combining seemingly unrelated genres, in particular science fiction, literary fiction, thrillers, and magical realism (although I'm currently dabbling in adventure fantasy.)
Complete the rough draft for my current WIP, a fantasy novel about a lady pirate. I plan to write at least 1,000 words a day, more if needed. I'm currently a little more than halfway through the manuscript.