Fantasy
Date
Published: July
2016
Shazmpt
has been prepared his whole life to complete the prophecy; however until
recently, he was unaware of his true identity as a powerful war wizard.
Hidden on an island in a time realm not his own, he must now search for ancient relics in order to stop the growing evil in the world. All he wanted was to hunt in his beloved forest, but is thrown into a world of sea serpents, dungeons, enchanted castles, miniature men, and air buffs.
Driven by duty and hindered by self-doubt, he is sent on a quest to unite the magical realms once more. He must learn to harness his good and evil powers, but will he survive the shadow…?
Excerpt:
Prologue:
Bright white flashes burst
from their fingertips. A deafening crack snapped as hues of electric blue shot
across the rotunda, breaking the once impeccable crystal stone like a twig.
Half crouched and slightly leaned back, he stretched out his hand and slipped
under the downward slash of a long blade already dripping. Once clear, he leapt
into the air, flipping over concourses of the sky blue robes of the Commission
intertwined with the red battle robes of the Velsharoon.
Gavin Rhill’s treacherous
needs exempted him from feeling, his conscience was now void. Eyes bloodshot
with fury, he sank into the depths of his insanity. The popping cracks of the
fire and ice elements against each other reverberated across the slick floor,
tousling him about and jarring him from his thoughts. Dust plumes erupted from
pockets of crumbling walls. He gripped his shaking head as he pleaded to be
released from his harrowing prison. But it was too late. He belonged to the
Shadow now.
The hairs on the back
of his neck stood out straight, plunging a rippling effect that crawled up and
down his skin. An electrifying bolt of unyielding energy surged past his ear,
missing only by centimeters. He flipped his long black hair from his flat gray
eyes that sunk deep in the pallid hollow of his face. The pungent odor of
singed hair and flesh stifled his nose, wreaking havoc on his focus. Anger and
hate surged from his bosom.
Sweat dripped onto
his sliver thin black eyebrows and down his face, landing at the corner of his
mouth. He glowered through the madness and zeroed in on the door at the end of
the mysterious hall. He searched for an acceptable route to his destination. Quickly
he seized his opportunity and flung himself into the air. He rolled over an
oncoming deluge of potent magic, a second before the heat burst his blood red
cloak into flames.
As he fell toward the
floor, he slipped his arms out of his battle robe and twisted away from the
engulfing barrage. He rolled through the fall and jumped to his feet, shutting
the roaring shrieks from his ears. All he could hear now was the pounding of
his heart as he flipped over a spear that would have pierced it. He thrust his
hands out and released his newly acquired powers. Rock fragments pierced through
the air like speeding razors, striking several of the newly arrived armored
men. Cursed with an unrelenting pain, it paralyzed them from the inside. He dug
his toes into the floor. Boosted his feet with a blast of air and whizzed past
so quickly, the soldiers spun in their boots.
"Gavin
stop!" Castos yelled.
The leader of Queen
Ambrosia's United Forces stood erect.
"You can't stop
me." Gavin said in a drawn out syrupy voice. The thought welled up inside
his chest like a smoldering flame. He could taste it, smell it, and see his
destiny. "I have destroyed your beautiful Srinna Vossa." he said, hissing
through a cynical smile.
A flash of anger
darted from Castos as he slammed his long gold entwined staff on the ground.
"We will rebuild
it you can't stop goodness. How many people have to die?"
"You're worse
off than I thought." Gavin said, throwing his head back and laughing a
humorless vicious sound.
Castos crossed the
staff in front of his broad carved expression. He then lifted his palm, facing
up and conjured the elements he controlled.
“Time to put an end
to this senseless bloodshed.” Castos said.
He lifted his staff
up high and pulled the element of fire from the particles of the universe. With
a sweeping motion, he purged the ravaged energy and sent it directly at Gavin.
Gavin sucked in his belly, pulled in his arms and legs and transformed into an
invisible shriek of air. He rushed over Castos and fed the inferno with life
breathing oxygen. The air pulled the fire back toward Castos unleashing it onto
its master. The fire didn't care what it consumed. Only that it feasted on
life's sustenance. Absolute horror hit a split second before Castos was
annihilated by his own power.
Gavin sailed through
the air with exhilarated weightlessness. His thunderous laughter rattled the windows
until they shattered, sending glass shards careening to the ground. Gavin Rhill
soared down the long corridors, disarming enchantments along the paths. When he
reached the door, he hovered momentarily, then unraveled through the misty
tendrils of the air element. He transformed back into his human form, his
skinny almost mal-nourished figure reemerged.
The towering solid
wood door was intricately carved with ancient symbols and runes. His long, thin
fingers manipulated the old puzzle that had taken him over a year to figure
out. With the last knot pushed, the door opened with a gasp. A small puff of
wind bathed his face with the odor of musky dust. An aroma he quite enjoyed. He
heaved the heavy obstacle open and slipped inside. He waved his hand across the
smooth orderly lines on the inside of the door. Several clicks and a few slides
of unseen latches echoed against the hollow roundness of the room as it sealed
shut.
Gavin's eerie
piercing eye darted around the room. His bones ached from its cold darkness. His
shadow ran across the isles and his heart jumped, a lump formed in his throat. Relieved
it was only his shadow, he searched the room. A large majestic desk sat at the
far side of the circular room. Heavy weaved curtains framed tall windows. He
found a slight beauty in the carved vaults. Every wall was covered top to
bottom with shelves of scrolls. Books were so jammed pack that they overflowed.
"You must not
fail." the Shadow's voice echoed in his mind. The horrifying image of the
shadow sent shivers down his spine.
He picked up the
first parchment on top of the desk, read the heading and tossed it on the
floor. He picked up another, then another. His intrigue half stopped him. He
would love to spend hours, or even better, days, picking apart the exploits of
this ancient knowledge. What I could
learn from all of these, he thought. But he knew he only had but a few
moments until the Council would know where he was. He put his thoughts aside
and hastily rummaged through the scrolls and parchments that sat barren and
lonely.
"Where is
it?" he snarled.
He ravaged the last
few particles of writings as the persistent gnawing in his navel grew. With one
fowl sweep of his arms, he sent the rest flying to the floor. He slammed his
fits on the table, his knuckles pure white. A bead of sweat dripped from his
drooped head and splashed onto the marble surface. He stared into the backs of
his eye lids and tried to think of where, the Binding of the Crypt spell would
be hidden.
Then it came to him. How could I have forgotten the search spell?
He thought. He closed his eyes and focused. A dusting of rusty orange sparkles
danced into existence and floated around the room. His heart skipped a beat as
the magic was sucked into a book, then shoved back out. Over and over, the
magic came up empty. His emotions couldn't take any more. His fear of failure
and what the Shadow would do to him threw him into a rage. His tantrum sent
books, scrolls and reading implements flying around the room.
Loud booms and cracks echoed against the
outer walls. Shrieks of agony crested the horizon. Gavin Rhill knew he was the
cause of men and women’s deaths, but he didn't care. The war outside was only a
ruse to get into the protected room anyway. Though it did serve another
purpose, if he could destroy the Dodjen, he would gain power over the Wyvern's.
Then he could release the underworld creatures the Shadow controlled. He knew
the magic of the united efforts could stop the Shadow. If he could gain control
of the bond already forged, he would be unstoppable.
"Queen Ambrosia,
what do you want us to do?" Aarin asked.
"We wait until
the Commission gets here."
Queen Ambrosia’s soul
was hollow as she gazed down from her sixty-level skyscraper. Her beloved
Srinna Vossa was under attack and she knew her time was limited. The peaks of
the circling spires that surrounded the main building barely passed her flat.
The three moons reflected brilliant strings of haze and illuminated the night.
Srinna Vossa was a group of islands that floated on the Teorran Belt, raw magic
that sprung into the sky like a fountain.
"Our magic
defenses are about to give way. If the Velsharoon get in, it will be all over."
Aarin said, his expression pained and wounded.
"They will have
to hold. We can't let them get into the city."
"Do you not
care? Your people will die, all of
them. The Velsharoon have the comet at their disposal. Never in history has
anything been able to break our defenses."
Queen Ambrosia turned
on her heel and shot him a penetrating glare. Her eyes were red and puffy from
crying.
"Do not proceed to lecture me on caring for
my people. I will lay down my life for them. I will take the scrolls of the
most importance with me to my death. How dare you accuse me?"
Her small slender
frame shook with fury, her knuckles clenched white at her sides. The pressures
she held as Queen of the most powerful city on Edenocht nearly overcame her.
Aarin stood at
attention. His face shadowed from a lack of sleep. "I'm sorr-"
"You are not
permitted to speak."
She threw her hand across
her body in a downward strike.
Her cheeks burned dark pink. Her long, pale blue robe blew
slightly in the wind that came in from the open balcony. Queen Ambrosia paced
the floor. Her soft slipper shoes kicked her gown into a rhythmic billowing
pattern.
"How dare
he." she said barely audible, her breath almost steaming.
The tightness in
Aarin's chest seized his every whit and his knees weakened. The sweat crested
his shoulder length brown hair. He feared he was about to be sent to his death
for questioning her. A brisk wind flashed through the room. A flicker of light
cast a shadow as a forest green wyvern landed on the balcony. The rider
dismounted and tossed the reins over its neck. The wyvern pulled in her massive
wings tightly to her side and pawed the smooth surface. The rider pulled off
the black leather riding gloves and slipped them under his belt. His chain
armor under his obsidian body armor clinked as he moved quickly toward the
queen. His square and handsome face framed his deep green eyes. Tears escaped as
she nearly ran into his arms.
"Jerim, what are
we going to do?" she asked.
She buried her tear
stained cheeks into the crease of his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her
and pulled her tigh.
"I’m here now, the
commission is dispatching troops, and the Rangers are here. I’ve stationed six
battalions at each corner of the island and more on the smaller islands.
Medrith and I will take you and Serin to safety."
"No, I must stay
here." she said swallowing the lump still in her throat.
"But Ambrosia."
Jerim objected.
He pulled back from her and rested his warm
hands on her bare shoulders. The cool of her skin felt good under the heat of
his.
"No, you must
take Serin to the Wyvern realm where she will be safe." The queen wiped
her eyes with a handkerchief. "You must promise me you will take care of
her. Promise." she demanded.
The depth of a
mother’s love was nothing to be trifled with. Realization overcame his mind and
his worst fear was now coming true. He was going to lose her forever. All he
could do was nod.
"I will." he
whispered.
"Good, then I
will send for the inner circle to secure the scrolls." Queen Ambrosia said
firmly. "Aarin, send for the mages."
"Yes, your
highness." he said.
"Oh and Aarin,"
The hairs on the back of his neck stood as the chills ran down his spine.
"I'm sorry for losing my temper."
Aarin nodded and then left the room quickly. She
bit her lip to keep it from quivering and wrung her hands within each other.
"Your adviser?
You gave him the ‘What For'?" Jerim asked with a smirk. She nodded, her
glassy eyes wondered around the room uncomfortably. "Now tell me what
happened?"
He moved to the long
meeting table. He pulled out a soft velvet tall-back chair and motioned for her
to sit. She sat down eloquently resting her intertwined fingers in her lap. She
began to explain that the day had started out quiet and non-eventful. But by
mid-morning the alarms had sounded. Gavin Rhill’s air ships had surrounded the
horizon of their floating sanctuary. The Velsharoon began an attack on the
magical barriers around the city.
"Wait, you said
they arrived mid-morning, and the shield dropped fifty percent power by early
afternoon? Why did you wait so long to notify me?" he asked.
Her eyes widened as
the realization stabbed at her heart.
"I thought the
mages could handle it." she said embarrassed.
He gave her hand a
gentle squeeze.
"Go on." he
said.
He sat back in his chair with his arms crossed.
His brows scrunched together in the middle of his face in full thought as she
recited the rest of the events.
"They haven't
broken through yet and now that you’re here everything will be fine."
Queen Ambrosia said and returned to the open arched doorway of the balcony.
The soft flowing pale
blue drapes danced in the night breeze.
"I must tend to
the ranks. I will return soon."
Jerim scooted his
chair out and placed it back under the table.
Ambrosia grabbed his
hand.
"Be careful, you
made a promise to me." She said softly.
Her eyes locked onto
his and held his gaze for a moment.
"I will my love."
he said.
He pulled his gloves
out of his belt and slipped them on his hands. The wyvern lowered her body to
the ground. He grabbed the reins as Ambrosia flicked her fingers sending a tuft
of air to boost him up. He swung his leg over the great beasts back and gripped
the reins. Wyverns, once they had melded to a rider, could understand their
feelings, emotions and thoughts. The deep green colors of the Forest Wyvern
glinted in the glows of the night. She stretched out her wings and shoved off
with her thick hind legs. Soaring through the sky, they met the captain of the
Air Wyverns on the southern edge of the island.
"How is the
Queen?" Eliot asked.
"Holding up."
Jerim said. He searched the night sky. "Where we at?"
Jerim rested one hand
over the other on the horn of his saddle. The chinking of metal straps and
belts the wyverns wore, clashed against the night breeze.
"Sixty air ships
with at least a thousand men each. The scouts have just returned and there are
three more fleets making good time from the north. There are four more fleets
coming from the south." Eliot said, shifting his metal helmet.
"Let's take this
battle away from the city. Send your fleet south and Oscar’s north." Jerim
said.
"Sir, when are
the Earth Wyverns coming?" Eliot asked.
"I'm not sure
they are."
"Why not?"
"Torn bridges I
guess, now let's go." Jerim said.
Elliot swooped toward
his command and waved. Hundreds of crystal white Wyvern's leapt into the sky.
The sheer size of these magnificent creatures was breathtaking. Even more so as
their scales reflected and shimmered in the twinkling of the lights. Medrith
leapt into the sky and swooped in the opposite direction. She flew over the
islands lush green jungle. Homes and buildings lived in and under the
protection of the jungle floor, along with the glorious white stone of the city
walls. Evenly spaced spires stood around the edges of the island. Each one was several
hundred feet tall and held a large crystal. These crystals harnessed the magic
that held up the cities force fields.
"Take down these
air ships." Jerim said as he hovered over the leader of the dark blue
Water Wyverns.
"Yes Sir."
Greston grunted.
A sea of blue took to
the sky, dividing into groups and swarmed the airships. They pulled the
elements of water and began flooding the ships. Plumes of steam filled the
night sky as the Velsharoon blocked with counter spells, sending fire to
evaporate the water. The water wyverns however were stronger and one by one the
ships began to sink. There were so many however, that when one ship fell,
another took its place. Jerim flew back toward the city center making his way
to the Fire Wyverns. The deep red and charcoal black Wyverns waited near the
city’s main port. Medrith's sharp claws gripped the tree tops as she landed.
"What are your
orders?" Ada asked.
Long copper red hair
flowed off the back of her head. Her oval face delicately pointed was garnished
with a dusting of ginger freckles on her high cheeks.
"Keep your forces
here on Srinna Vossa."
Ada nodded then shot
into the sky. Her platoon had more experience in battle and riding, but found
it hard to keep up with her ferocity. She had more to prove than just being
able to lead her people. Gavin Rhill murdered her father trying to find the
scroll and she was just plain pissed.
Medrith released the
branches and the tree tops flicked back and forth. Before Jerim could make it
more than a hundred yards, a deafening crack scorched the night sky, leaving a
scar of brilliant birthstone light. Shattered crystals tumble to the ground,
breaking the barrier into the city. A flood of red robed Velsharoon rushed the
main port. Medrith stopped dead in her tracks, rolled her head, flipped upside
down and barreled back toward the open gate. When Jerim reached the north side
of the island, he saw Ada’s forces engaged with the oncoming attackers.
Shrieks of agony
cried out as massive blasts of fire billowed from the guts of the fire wyverns.
The sky lit up as though it were noonday as everything nearby melted and
withered. Another deafening crack reverberated across the sky as another
crystal shattered. Small bursts of icy white lighting strikes tangled with bursts
of bright blood red, sprinkled the horizon. Jerim tried to deny the pulsing
knot growing in his stomach. A small ball of flaming gas appeared to grow a
little bigger.
"The comet of
Sariandi, the Goddess of Destruction," Medrith said.
"I guess it’s true
then."
"The Commission
is here on the east shores." Medrith said.
Medrith stretched out
her long neck. Jerim laid closely to her as she beat her wings toward the east
shore. When they reached the shore they descended like a falling stone. Medrith
pulled up at the last second and set down without even a thud. Jerim dismounted
and ran through the sand and waited as the enormous air ships slipped up onto
the fading sand. Half lowered planks plunged into the soft moist grit upon
reaching the shore. Trendell, the leader of the armed forces from Akraven
scaled the long plank.
"Jerim, what are
the damages?"
"We have lost
two of the towers." Jerim said. He gripped the short stalky brute of a man
tightly at the forearm. "We need to evacuate the city and secure the inner
buildings."
The clanking and
banging of swords, spears and armor overpowered the distant sounds of agony.
Hordes of men in rows of fours rushed from the ship's cargo bays. The shores
filled with men standing at attention awaiting orders.
"Yes Sir."
Trendell said.
He banged his hand
against his chest. Turned, leading with his head, and briskly reached the front
line. The Commission was divided into ranks of archers, spear and swords men
and elemental mages. Trendell shouted out the orders. With an enormous shout,
the Commission broke up, each group making their way to their destinations.
"Jerim, we saw a
battle already in action. Why are we just now evacuating the city? Shouldn't we
have done that sooner?"
"I know you're a
by-the-book kind of guy, but this one is nothing the books have ever talked
about."
"What do you
mean by that?" Trendell asked.
"The Sariandi
Comet is upon us.”
Trendell’s head
lowered.
"Well then we
fight to the death."
"With honor,
brother." Jerim said proudly.
"With honor."
Trendell repeated as he gripped Jerim's forearm.
Trendell joined his
men in the barrage of oncoming Velsharoon. Ada moved to the sky as the Commission
took over the land battle. She turned her attention to the oncoming airships
and joined her second battalion. A group of Velsharoon yelped as large vines
wrapped around their bodies and swallowed them into the ground. Jerim had commanded
the foliage around the inner buildings to devour the Velsharoon. The suns first
rays broke through dancing on the heavy smoke that filled the sky. Bursts of
flames erupted here and there around the island as rain and wind storms chased fiery
lighting strikes.
Sections of brilliant
white stone walls on the outer perimeter now sat in rubble. Storms of arrows
went buzzing and fizzing through the sky. Metal boots slogged through the
slippery sludge of fallen comrades. Swords swooshed and clanked as they met
other swords. The further the comet came the stronger the Velsharoon became,
making it harder for the Commission. Chaos and confusion surged through the
city. A sea of red cloaks engulfed every road and alleyway, throwing magic and
swinging swords at everything that moved. The white stone was now stained red
and smeared with black shadows of what used to be men.
"Fall back and
send a squad to the city center. Set up blockades." Trendell called.
Through the clouds
that hung over the island, Trendell saw the comet barreling toward them with a
shield of fiery damnation. His heart sank into his stomach and a tightening in
his chest nearly took the breath from him. He swooped his sword upward and
blocked a dart of lightening aimed directly at his chest.
"There's more
than one person that can use the power of the comet." Queen Ambrosia said
through gritted teeth.
Her eyes drooped heavily, sagging under the
pressure of no sleep.
"What are you
going to do?" Aarin asked.
"Sink the island
and destroy Srinna Vossa.”
She walked sternly
toward her deep oak desk. Aarin's stomach lurched inside him as the words hit
his mind.
"How? Why?!"
"With this,"
she pulled out a long parchment that was rolled tightly. “the Incantation of
Undin," she said, fingering the edge.
"And how will sinking
the island stop Gavin Rhill?"
"I will take
every last person with it, so that he will never be able to find the Binding of
the Crypt spell." she said dropping one end.
"You're going to
kill all of your people?"
"Would you
rather be tortured by Gavin Rhill and the Shadow?"
"No, I guess
not."
"Then make your
peace now because as soon as the comet is at the highest point in the sky
everything will be over."
Her stomach lurched
too as she felt the despair of not being able to raise her child and see her
grow into a woman. To never be with Jerim again and her wonderful council and
all of her loved ones, it was almost too much for her to bear.
"What shall I
tell the armies?" he asked.
"That its time, and
send Jerim."
Aarin bowed. His once
childlike eyes glazed over. Queen Ambrosia studied the scroll once more. She sat
it on the desk and walked to the edge of the balcony. One hand on the cold
stone, the other gripped her blue sapphire stone necklace. She wore a gold and
teal blue robe and her delicately woven crown. The anguished cries of her
people now sat on numb ears. A small pink hand gripped the lower half of her
robes. With the innocence of young age a small girl, gazed up.
"Mommy, what's
happening?" Serin asked.
"Oh, my dear
little one." The Queen picked up her baby girl. She buried her little
girl's teary face into her shoulder. "Shhh shhhh shhh," Queen
Ambrosia whispered.
Jerim walked briskly
up behind her, his clashing and clanking hidden under booms and crashes from
the distance.
"Ambrosia, My
Queen, you sent for me?"
His heart skipped a
beat and he swallowed hard shoving the bile back into his stomach when he saw
the little princess in her arms.
"It's time."
she whispered.
She could hardly see
his bruised face through the heavy shield of her own tears.
"Is there
another way?" he asked.
"There is no
other way."
"Alright."
he said.
He slipped his arm
around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. Her long blonde hair tickled
his skin. His hand rested on the side of her face. He leaned in, slowly and
thoughtfully, he kissed her. She returned his kiss. Just like the one and only
time they had been together.
"I love you. I
always have." Jerim said.
"I love you too,
I have to tell you something.” She looked at Serin, then back to Jerim, “Serin
is yours, not Mikal's." Jerim pulled back and smiled his intoxicating
smile. "You're not mad?" she asked, "I'm sorry I never told
you."
"Nor should you
have."
"Mommy, I'm
scared." The tiny voice came as she played nervously with her mother's
hair.
Queen Ambrosia
studied her daughter's face one last time and said to her gently, "You go
with your father."
"Where?"
"Into the sky
with the flyers, ok?" she gave her the last kiss she would ever give her.
"But when will I
see you again?"
The queen gave Serin
to Jerim and he wrapped her in her blanket.
"Go... take her
to the wyverns and get her out of here."
He bowed and leaped off the stone carved
terrace onto Medrith's back. The Queen sent a furling burst of air under the
wyvern throwing them into the sky above. Medrith pulled in her wings and shot
through the sky like an arrow. To fight a war was one thing but to give up
one's own flesh and blood is another. When the queen could no longer see them,
she threw up her arms. Using the islands powers that came from the center of
the Teorran Belt, she shouted at the top of her lungs the incantation, drawing
the power of the comet into her being.
Gavin's calculated
plan turned to a frenzy of rash thoughts and feelings. Everywhere he searched
he couldn’t find the scroll. Even with his search spell, it had continued to
elude him. He pulled and shoved every book and piece of parchment out of his
way. He hurled a massive spell around the room. Glittering strands of text
danced and swayed around him and one by one disappeared. The words he longed for
were not found. The only words present were those left by the Grand cleric.
Gavin Rhill,
You
will never have this scroll as I have destroyed it once and for all.
If you
continue your quest you will be met with certain death. FOREVER!
Did you
think that you were the only one that could use the comets power?
Grand
Cleric Massue
Gavin was shocked out
of his delirium with the sudden shift and sensation of falling. He ran to the
window, the clouds of dust and smoke began to rise. He slammed his fists on the
stone wall.
"She's...
sinking... the... city," he yelled.
He threw out his arms
and sucked himself into the air. The sudden force blew out all of the light in
the room as he vanished. Gavin whipped a wind storm that careened through the
city, wiping out everything in its path. Debris floated upward as the ground
fell out from under it. The comet’s power helped Queen Ambrosia stand perfectly
still while chanting. Even as the island fell, she was as firm as she had at
first. The last words she uttered were that only a blood heir could enter the
secrets of the forgotten city.
The Teorran fountain
fell into the center of the ground below, allowing the islands to plummet into
a new existence. Enormous rock walls encompassed the fallen earth covering
everything under hundreds of feet of ground. It left only a few of the spires
that were still intact standing, as a reminder of what the glorious city once
was.
About the Author:
A
little about me, first I want to tell you a story, about a young girl who
thought she was dumb. Yes, in the first, second, and third grades this little
girl, was in the ‘Resource’ program or ‘Chapter 8’ as I have also heard it
called. Even though she was then put in the regular class, she knew all too
well by then she was not a smart child. All the way through high school this
girl struggled. She graduated with a glorious 2.9. Yes, it was heart breaking
for those little numbers to reflect the great struggle and all the efforts she
had put forth.
She
went on to start beauty school, figuring she wasn’t college material. Suddenly,
she learned that she wasn’t dumb after all. She was what is called a
kinesthetic learner or ‘hands on’ learner. She LOVED it. She went on to do very
well, for many years. Until, life got complicated. She had five children, a
husband, and a disabled mother who now required constant care. While
contemplating how to earn a little bit of extra income, now that doing hair
wasn’t an option, a thought came to her, ‘Write a book’ it said.
She
replied by looking around and with her finger pointing at herself, she said,
“Who me? I graduated high school with a 2.9 remember?”
The
little thought came again, “Yes, you. Write a book.”
It
so happened, that she had been telling her children nighttime stories for some
time, so she did. It took five years to learn from the internet, a few writing
classes, some great blogs, a lot of practice, one very good editor and the
awesome support of her family. But she did it, and now I bring The Realms of
Edenocht Series to you! Yes, that little girl was me, but no longer.
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