Today my heart is too heavy to do any writing. Goodbye Linus, my dear friend for fifteen years.

Owen Hardy, and the readers of Clockwork Angels, got a brief chance to meet Linus in the quiet town of Barrel Arbor. I hope that’s where he’s gone now. “He remembered a plump, orange cat that had frequented the Paquettes’ newsgraph offices. The lazy cat curled up in any patch of sun, sleeping away the day, content with its sluggish dreams. Everything had its place, and every place had its thing.”

Now my place no longer has its Linus.  🙁