The centuries-old prophesy of the One is being fulfilled, and the ancient dragon clans are coming out of hiding to remake the world. The king of the magic users will stop at nothing to be sure the prophecy is fulfilled the right way–with his oppressive government ruling. As they struggle for power, Haylwen (14) and her brother Cadarn (16) just happen to be caught dead center.
The One will drag us back in
the world with humans again.
One from each of we the Three
gifts he will need receive.
First, to a Guardian cleave
then all Others, binding Three.
Back and forth through worlds and time
’til now is ruin — sublime.
Empties their throne and their pride
and all that we safely hide.
To our worlds he brings new rage
to return a golden age
infinite to all and Three.
I‘m stoked to announce that Haylwen Rightad wrote her first-ever blog post. The lovely people at As The Page Turns have agreed to be a stop on the Two Empty Thrones book tour. They asked someone to write a guest post, and Haylwen stepped up.read more
Darn, did I forget to mention that the virtual book tour for Two Empty Thrones is already well underway?
Well it is.
Here is the schedule if you’d like to follow along.
Sometimes I forget you just met these people. Crystyn, too polite to interrupt, pounced on the opportunity when it presented itself and gently reminded me I didn’t introduce her and the others properly. So, I apologize, and let me introduce you to the Rightads.read more
That’s a pretty long title for a blog, but I think it’s fitting. I’ve been busy, and my team has been as busy as bees building a beaver’s dam.read more
Okay, quick post here just to share some interviews. Several blogs (12 to be exact) have interviewed me about One is Come and you can find them at the following links. Hope you’re enjoying your weekend.read more
I really believe anything is possible. You only need two things to do anything: motivation and time.read more
Two of my cats, ginger tabbys, greet me with sleepy eyes and soft purrs. The sun pours on them, a liquid blanket of gold. They shift to accept my pets, turning the sun into flames rippling across their coats, their purring increasing to something like the noise of a distant roaring fire.read more