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The revised Chapter Two

One person or persons if you count Jimmy, is Malik, that thankless mother-son. During over that three months, he made my life a living Abyssus. I’m glad he isn’t around anymore.The Dock Boys who I feared became a source of a joke. I wonder if they are still around?

“Look what we have here, boys.”

Malik, that son of a motherless goat! Even with his steel grey hair and stubbled face, he is still a young-looking man.

“Where you be going, me boyo? Don’t you owe me boys some money, and interest to boot? Jimmy, how many slips does this fine gentleman owe us?”

Jimmy is Malik’s second, and as black-hearted as his rotting teeth. I’m not sure what sewage pipe he spawned from, but he smells like he looks.

Jimmy starts to speak, and I am nearly knocked out by his putrid breath. “Boss-man, this white-bred owes you three gold slips, eight silver, and five copper, plus forty percent,” he says, smiling at Malik.

Damn, damn, damn! That’s everything I have on me. Most of it was going to pay for my registration in the Hall today.

“Come on, boyo, cough up now or … well, I don’t need to tell you what will happen.”

Surrounded by these grinning fools, my stomach rebels at the rancid smell of their tightly packed bodies. Need room to think. Wish I was a more quick-witted person. Just need some more breathing room. Where, where?

Looking around, the crowd parts, and a Watch patrol walking towards me. Oh, what luck! The Trinity smiles upon me today!

Starting to move toward the patrol slowly. “Malik, I understand that you might have felt that I have been giving you the slip on paying my dues, but as you can see I am a poor man and do not wish for any trouble—”

With that, I do what army men call a ‘tactical retreat’, which in layman’s terms is running away.

The closer I am to the patrol, the quicker Malik isn’t a problem. Now they come into sight. Now I understand why I notice them. It was Zlata Madyson! Such a corrupt bitch! That woman’s stare can make a bull stop charging. She would pin me down, allow these lads to kick me within an inch of my life, then throw me in jail and call me a public nuisance.

Being a half-breed like Zlata, I can understand what it feels like to be hated by your non-Elven parent. My father was a merc who knocked up my mother during those magical two weeks of fertility with Elves—and voila, me.

Zlata is a half-breed I don’t easily recognise. She is broad, tall, and tanned, with a ‘cute’ upturned nose. I wish she wouldn’t take her aggression out on me all the time—we are both half-breeds!

Saying a quick prayer to the Trinity, Pushing through the crowd, I run across Route, turn left, jump a fence, run down an alley, turn right, and cross another street into—damn it—a dead end. Should this be called Dead-End Place?

When will it be my lucky day?

Three Dock Boys have been close on my tail. I am not sure of their names, but I can tell that I had an impact on them. Ha, impact, I kneed one and sucker punched the other.

They run down the side street and corner me. The grinning brute in the middle is first to speak. “It seems you took a wrong turn! I owe you for that cheap shot from before, lucky us that you found such a perfect place.” This gets a laugh out of the other two.

“Come on, dung-head, give us your money, and we’ll let you off with just a beating!”

A beating? “And if I don’t?”

I leave the question hanging. Another of the Dock Boys responds, with a warbling voice to match his pinched rat-like face, “Well, you see, we might just kill you a bit.”

Another laugh.

Help me, Trinity, these thugs are some street jesters.

“So you are saying that if I give you money, I get a beating. If I don’t, you are going to kill me a little bit. I know this is a stupid question, but how do you kill someone a bit?”

The brute with a swelling cheek look at me and draw his knife. Lucky me, Brute-by will just go ahead and show me. Such a fortuitous day!

“Okay, okay, let’s slow this down. I really don’t need to see what being killed a little bit looks like,” I laugh nervously. “I have some of the money. I’m heading off—”

The last one interrupts. He is about as pretty as my morning movement. (Yes, now they have all spoken. I wonder if I win a prize … I hope it’s not a stabbing.) “Well, dung-head, I don’t think Malik would be happy with a part payment. We will have to bring him your ear, nose, and … say, one of your hands as well. How does that sound? That might pay back my issues for the pain you caused.”

Okay, I kicked you in the Hammers but really! With the other two drawing knives, I think to myself; I’m such a dead man! This blind alley is hopefully not my end.

A glint of metal—I sense it more than I see it. Throwing myself out of the way, the brute still manages to stab me! Not feeling the trickle of blood or light of head, I realise it must have been blocked by the Jack of Plate—my fantastic armour!

The brute boasts, “See, boys, he is quaking in his boots! Dung-head, you got lucky that time—”

Seeing an opening, I lunge, smashing the side of his head with a hammer-like strike. He falls to the ground in a stunned heap. Seeing the other two, I growl at them, hoping to scare them off. They counter my growl with more intimidating noises, akin to alley cats fighting over a five-day-old fish. “You fell for another sucker punch?”

Drawing my knife. No time to think. It is time for me to go on the attack. Ratface jumps over his comrade at me! Foolish. Something the Sergeant taught me flashes in my mind: ‘Always have your feet on the ground!’

Moving forward, I take his attack on my forearm and return a straight stab to his gut. That’s right, piggy, squeal! If it weren’t for rat-face, I wouldn’t have wasted an ale!

Standing over the two fallen foes, I point my knife at last. Heart racing but my knife hand is steady. I show no apparent weakness. I ask him, “So, are you going to use that or just stand there pissing yourself? Or are you just waiting for your Hammers to drop again?” I see his raw anger. I don’t care if he accepts the bluff!

Backing off, he says, “Okay, dung-head, you win this one. But next time I won’t go easy on you!” He quickly turns and runs away.

I thought that was easy enough. Then again it was close. So this is what luck feels like. I assess the cut on my forearm. Need to patch this up. It’s not too deep, that’s good. Just a piece of cloth to tie it off.

Looking at the two on the ground, I wonder what they have on their persons. Rubbing my hands together. Spoils of war and all. Two good knives and some slips. Such a lucky day. Enough to pay off Malik and a little more to get a room, so I’m not stabbed while I sleep. Just have to figure out a way to pay Malik without being killed in the process.

At least I’m not too far away from Route Street so that I can get back onto Market but might be easier just skip Route, the last thing I want is to still be in Dock Boy’s territory.

My heart is racing too much for me to go into the idiotic naming of the streets. I mean, really! Market to Route, then Fish, and finally Dock. Oh well.

Need to calm down. What am I going to do with this lot?

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Norse Mythology [review] + [bonus fiction]

When I saw this book being published I reall wanted to read it. My favourite Norse Deity is Tiwaz, Ziu or Tyr. He represents Law and Heroic Glory. For tge chaining of Fenrir, Tiwaz sacrifices his arm. Hardcore!

Brhi Stokes

I have finally found the time to read my Valentine’s day present. We don’t normally do anything special for it, but this year I received Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology (and some chocolate).

I’m a huge fan of Gaiman’s work and I love my mythology so I was extremely excited to read it. Below, you’ll find my review and a little snippet of something else.

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Coming Soon: Chapter 1.5 and 2(which is 3 now)

Not to surprise anyone, but I am still re-writing my book. It has been hard going but soon (next week) the 2nd and 3rd chapters will be released!

Also, want to also update you on Supanova and the like. Still going to the Supa, and joining me will be Julian Green, author of Suffrage: World Keys. I will be in costume, but it the backup’s backup. Even though it is looking good, I have a slash which is 14 metres long! And I will be doing something, I will be giving away free ebooks sneak peeks for Supanova Gold Coast with every copy sold of Suffrage. Extra bonus!

If you want to read this beta-edit book, just have to head to my website (down below) and sign up/subscribe, and you will get the password to read the chapters I will be putting up.

And I will be doing my draw from my house live Saturday morning.

Again thank you for being patience and going to be a great few weeks.

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Online Dating: Knight in Shining Armour or Just plain stupid?

Hello, my dear followers, Facebook likes, and Twitter followers. I am an online dater, sad isn’t it? Well, it is sad because I am so bad at it. I don’t have pictures of cars or jet skis. I don’t send a picture of my penis to a complete stranger, hoping that will impress her. I don’t want to be as the young people talk ‘Down to fornicate’ or DTF. I am a gentleman, who like to open doors for people, and making people feel comfortable and content.

I am the worst at ONLINE DATING!

I have been doing this journey for ten years. I have dated women, but each one had something broken. Not saying that every woman who uses this type of dating is broken, but I go out of my way to only date broken women.

An example, a girl I dated for a while had a wild weekend with an ex and got knocked up, and this fabulous ‘man’ gave her 1500 dollars to have an abortion. Sweet guy. Now she told me 6 hours before my first mathematics exam at university, still I made an overall mark of 82% because I am a smart gentleman. Now you would think, that was it, no more cheating woman? No, you are so wrong! Not only did I emotionally support her, but I was also willing to put my name on the birth certificate, so her bastard child had a father.

Knight in shining armour! I am an idiot.

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Another story, I dated a girl for a while, and we went well. But, I was supporting my sister and niece because the dad was a drop kick. She broke up with me because I care for my family. Now a year later, she started to date someone, like 5 seconds after the breakup and she invited me to a party, and after everyone had gone to bed, we went for a walk. During this stroll, she said she loved me! She was still with this guy, and he was at her home asleep. That is all kinds of fucked up! Story not over yet. She asked me if they broke up, would I give her another chance? Being the genius dumbarse, I said yes. To cut a long story short, they ended 4 years later, and I asked her out because I promised I would. And she freaked and started dating this guy’s best friend. Would you think she was happy, hell no! She told me again she made a mistake and she loves me.

Moral of the story, don’t be dumb

 Time and time again, I fall for a girl and for some reason they freak out when we start to become serious. So I gave up. Haven’t dated for nearly a year, had more important things to do with me. Being a carer for my Mum and writing my first book. As you could tell I am a sucker for punishment, so I re-activated my dating account. I have no bites. Still, I know I pick up another broken woman, be that guy she needs and once she picks herself up, bye bye Sam.

When the chips are down, rant!

This isn’t a rant, I am amusing myself. I have had a really F’up love life. I mean really. Won’t go into my last one, because I think it was the worst and I had a girl cheat on me, and I was going to be the Daddy for her child. Wow.

So I thought of a new way to amuse myself ask a  series of ridiculous questions on my profile. These are my top ten ‘never to get laid’ questions.

IF you want to talk to me, answer one of these questions.

1. x²+4x+4=0, solve x.

2. Next Prime Number after 19?

3. where does this quote come from “Isn’t it easier to forgive than to hate?”

4. Name of Raymond E Feist 15th book in chronological Reading order?

5. What is your favourite comic book movie?

6. What is the difference between Fae and a Fairy?

7. Why is Anne Rice’s Vampyrs better than Stephenie Meyer’s Vampires?

8. What is the atomic weight of Au?

9. If a train is moving at the speed of light and you throw a ball, is the ball moving faster than the speed of light?

10. Do you think these questions are a waste of your time?

Talk to me if you answered no to number 10.

I like to see if I can pick women up with these? If I do, I am going to laugh my arse off!

 

Chapter One (New)

With my rewrites, only you can read it because either you are a subscriber or you have brought my book. Feedback would be appreciated and thank you for being patient with me. For my previous version head to this link here.

 

Twenty-third of Harvest, 1007 FK

Within two weeks I will be on the front line. Fighting an enemy that has powers beyond our imagination! It reminds me something I read in school about the end of the Massacre of Magic, the invasion of those Beasts and their shambling rotten minions! I would never have thought what we stumbled upon in Greywalker Reach, would change my life forever.  How could the Earl and his soldiers miss this?  Earl Feo has a lot to answer for! The bloody forts are just three days ride away!

Beating a dead horse, or in this case a dead Favinonian rising again. I need to not to worry about this. Still, can’t believe even the assassinations, the rebellion and all those weird−  I don’t have much time to write this, and that is stuff that is a waste of time!

I survived Greywalker Reach, not sure if I will survive this war. But people need to know where it all started. That town, where I meet my ‘family’, Lake Merrin.

Now we are heading to the war to end all wars. I regret so many things: Friends dying, losing the love of my life, and most of all, meeting that monster Zlata! After Greywalker, I now know where she came from. Holy Saints of the Trinity save us.

Well, the best thing to do is start when it all began, just two years ago, when I came to Lake Merrin. Back then I was a nobody, and all I cared about was money, women, and grog. Or was it grog, more grog and lots of grog, and paying for women? I was a wastrel. A scoundrel who only cared about himself and the next drink!

How do things change? My story is one of change, as Favinonia changed, and the adventuring Hall in Lake Merrin. That’s where it all started. 

Should I start when I come to the town or three months later when I got off my arse to sign up? Arse-off, by Jenell’s Book I was lazy! What, was I doing? Oh yeah, having that quiet drink in that dingy inn, the Anvil and Musket on the docks of Lake Merrin; I can’t believe how it changed my life…

What a beautiful day on Lake Merrin, that morning breeze off the Lake. Still, don’t understand why the Lake is named Lake Merrin as well. That makes as much sense as the street names.

Was the town named after the Lake or was the Lake named after the city. Who cares−−− Time for my liquid breakfast!

Why did I choose this place, black mould, greasy windows and cockroaches as big as my fist? But it is two silver slips a week, can’t complain about the Anvil and Musket. What is a Musket?

Coming down those rotten steps, I smell Bruce before I could see him. I love his aftershave, a mixture of sweat, vomit and ale. The reason I need to drink my worries away.

“Greeting, good barkeep. Can I have your finest ale? Hold the roaches or rat droppings.”

Laughing at myself, I am really on today!

He looks up at me, “It’s you. Rent’s due!”

Please to see you too Bruce. “I know, I know. Um, can I make it up later today?”

“Do I have to get Malik to talk to you again?”

That son of a motherless goat! “No, Bruce you do not. Here.” Two more notes are gone, I need a job. “My ale?’

I can see something running around on the bottom of my mug, Bruce looks at it and just shakes it out. Jara’s Hammer that is so wrong.

“Can I have a cleaner glass, Bruce? It looked like two roaches were making babies in the bottom of that one.”

“Bloody stuck up white-back!” Love being a half-breed, have so many nicknames. He grabs another glass. “Five copper!”

Holding my glass of pure heavenly gold, and shoving his other hand in my face.What? So if I had that other one, it would have cost me one copper note? Handing over a fiver. “One thing Bruce, what is a musket?”

He smiles, last night’s food still stuck in his teeth. He pulls a weird weapon from beneath the counter. I assume it is a weapon, metal tube, connected to a club. Points the tube at me.“Want to find out what it does too, or you are going to piss off?”

No idea why you point a tube at me, the club is scarier, with his oversize arms, my head would be crack after one blow.“Nope, I’m good!”

Puts it back under the bar as I walk away. Not sure what it does, don’t want to find out. Where to enjoy this weak piss ale? Ah, my friendly neighbourhood drunk, Stinky Pete. Don’t know his real name as he seems to be asleep most of the time. But is a great listener.

“Hey, Pete.” Sitting down in this booth, I can smell he has pissed himself again. Mela’s sacrifice he is in a bad way this morn. “Don’t need a hug today, we are the best of friends aren’t we?”

Pete’s reply is quite fragrant if it isn’t out one end it is always the other. “So Pete, what should I do today?”

He coughs and pukes a little more. “Yeah, I know. Five years as a conscript, five years of patrols, five years of marching, five years of beans and gruel. Now I am free to live my life, free to live how I want. Pete my friend, what am I going to do?”

He does take his time to answer, mouth flutters as he lets out a huge breath. “Well, my funds are not going to last me long, with pissing off Bruce all the time or dealing with Malik and the Dock boys.”

By his snoring, I know Pete understands.”My real dilemma is that I am being cornered on a daily basis by a large local gang you know them. Malik and Jimmy’s gang the Dock Boys. Oh, cause you know Pete, demanding my money. Then Malik turns around and lends me money so I can survive. Not much I can do.”

I can see Pete is pondering my last statement. “You are right, Pete! Unless you are a knight, in the military, or a registered Adventurer, the law doesn’t protect you. They are the only ones allowed to carry arms or wear armour. And then I don’t have to put up with their nonsense.”

Pete lifts his leg and lets out a terrible fart; I drown my nose in the sweet elixir of my ale. As he finishes and should be proud, my ale has finished. “Pete you have out did yourself as well, shouting me a drink.” Grabbing his pouch off his belt, there is one silver slip inside, enough for two drinks. “I grab you one as well, Pete, don’t you worry!”

Glad that to be moving back to the bar, allowing the air to clear. Don’t call him Stinky Pete for anything. “Bruce, couple more ales!”

Slapping down the note. “Sure.”

I think it was sure; there were as and e in his grunt. I will be looking forward to one day being a proper place, maybe with a beautiful woman cooking me dinner.

“Thanks, Bruce, keep the change!”

Not like there is any but better to pretend he isn’t ripping me off. Pete is still sleeping, dropping his glass in front of him, I take a long draw of my ale. The best thing for the morning, a good lukewarm ale!

As I drop my drink, I spy my lady ‘friend’ coming down the stairs. She looks at me and waves. What is her name again? Cin or Bel? Damn it.  “Hey, there handsome.” Grabbing Pete’s ale and having a long swig. “I woke up, and you weren’t there.”

Cin or Bel? She is staring at me. “Sorry, Love, I wanted to come down and have some breakfast.” Shaking my half empty cup. “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?”

Well, it is a stretch, with her acne and scabby skin but she is cheap and warm. I think she is blushing, but I can’t tell. “You are embarrassing me.”

“It is part of my charm.” As she walks off to her ‘pimp’ Bruce, I smack her on her arse. Turning back to Pete. “Sorry about that Pete, I get you another drink later. So what were we talking about?”

Pete lets out a loud snore. “Oh yes, thanks, Pete. Watch is out of the question, and I am never going back to the army. So I could head west to the City States, join a mercenary band like my ‘dad’ was a part of. But again that is too army and those encounters I had with rogue bands—“

I can see Pete is uncomfortable about this, me too. “So Merc band is out, City Watch is out, Army is out, so Pete what is left?” he shrugs, I think. “That means there is only one option, join the knighthood!”

Standing up branding my cup like a sword. I laugh Pete ‘laughs’. “Yeah, could you imagine that, me being part of the Duke’s Shields? Bloody Jara, they have stuck up prigs.”

The creaky front door swings open, Bruce needs to oil that. And for Jara’s Hammer, it is a Dock Boy. It the rat-face one, not sure what his name is but he is always in that huge group that corners me. If we were one on one— “Ah, it seems that is time for me to go, Pete.” Ratty sneers at me and forcefully flings the door open and runs out. “You are right Pete; the only answer is becoming an Adventurer. I guess I’m off to the Hall.”

Jara, Mela, Jenell, what horrible timing. Thought I would be not seeing them all week, they have been thick as thieves with that rogue charter, Fellowship of the Sword. I hate that group, Ex-Duke’s Shield Helmut and his thugs, love killing people for fun and money. I don’t want to be on either list.

Running up those rotten stairs into my room, so I’m glad that there is a back door, won’t be caught by the Boys. What do I need, my peace-bound sword, my armour vest; my Jack, some knives and done. Where is my slip pouch of savings? Ah yeah in my dirty underwear, no one will look in there.

Now I need to avoid the dock boys if I can make it onto Route, avoiding Fish and Dock as that is their territory. There are three back streets, to get to Route Street. Avoiding the morning crowds or would it to be better to blend in?

Glad I was trained to be a scout in the army. Is there anyone in this next alley, great there is a Dock Boy. What to do? Bold is best in this. “Hey, what are you doing here? Doesn’t Malik have you lot on the docks every morning?”

He turns to me and bunches his shoulder, bunch anymore, and he’ll rip his shirt. “Oi, you stay right ‘ere.”

He starts sauntering toward me. Dipping into my pocket for my little metal bar and hold it in my fist. He grabs me, and I smash him across the face, and he drops to his knee. I step around him and run.

So only rat-face and Brute-boy have seen me, only one more lane and I’m blending into that morning crowd.

And I run into a smell that is worse than my morning movement after a night of drinking. “You —.”

Yes me, and here is a knee to your ‘Jara’s Hammers’.

There it is, carts, fish, market goods, fishmongers, a crowd best place to blend. Hearing a call out as I leave the alley. “There he is, Malik!”

The crowd parts, and that son of a thankless mother, Malik! Thank you so much, faceless crowd.

 

 

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Daughter of the Empire Review

I can’t tell you how much I love this book, Janny Wurts and Raymond E Feist are one of the reasons I became a writer! I have read this series at least twenty times!

Daughter of the Empire isn’t the only time Mr Feist does a join adventure with an another great author. Let us just dive in, and again I will reviewing the emotional side of the story (at least my emotions while I read it) and some of the plotline.

Daughter is a world-famous novel, many people have put their spins on it, and I will just lump myself into that. Mara is the main character, and the story follows her from a temple maiden to ruler of a great honourable house. Mara touches me so because she is always thinking. She will be knocked down but with have either plans in place or will take the intuitive and come up with something fantastic.

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I think I have styled my world on the worlds of Feist and Wurts. Politics, racism, gender bias and huge landscapes. From the opening sentence, you live in a world of Kelewan, and the Empire of Tsuranuanni. From the slaves to the bargemen to the dresses and of course the soldiers. As it is set in this country that is a perpetual war, either in the open and most of all behind closed doors. Every character has a deep emotional connection to the reader; it doesn’t matter if it is a slave-boy or the Warlord himself, Janny and Raymond out did themselves for plot and character development.

There are two more books after this, and if anything it expands from such a great start. Each is bringing this strict honour driven society to a more enlighten country. This series is highly recommended, and is of my top all-time series! Just read it!

 

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Premise and concept of my YA Story.

I have a quote “Remember once you have your dream, write it down!”, This story is where that quote comes from. One day before I went into Writers Activation’s writing drop-in centre, I had a dream, and that dream is going to become a series!

So the thought, most people know that I love fantasy but way before I started reading fantasy, I was reading non-fiction books like about dinosaurs and Greek History, mainly their mythology. I did branch to Norse Mythology as well. Since then I have had a fascination with this subject. In this dream, there were six youngsters, all with powers from the great archetypes of those legends. They still looked the same, but they gain the attributes of said ‘hero’.

When I arrive at the centre, I thought to myself, how did they gain this ability? What is the conflict? If they are hero archetype what are they? And who is the big bad? What drives this story? So on, you the usually questions you ask when you are writing a story. I stop and thought, at the time I was working on Lake Merrin and didn’t want another project, but I had a gut feeling that this was a good story with a compelling character as long as I took the time to fill them out.

So the basic premise of this ‘Story’ (I haven’t even thought of a title yet, so slack!). Six youths empowered with hero-like qualities, which are syphoned from the mirror reality of Mythology. How they gain the powers, was due to an experiment of the Big Bad Company who wish to tap into this infinite source of power and use it for ‘villainous’ deeds (Add evil laugh, mmmmmmwwwwahahhahhahahahaha)

So that is the basic premise, simple isn’t it? So now, let us move it from one dimensional to two. So this proposition says that in the past they gain powers somehow from an evil experiment. Now I ask myself at what age did they learn these skills and how old are they now?  Well I thought, they had to be young before puberty, so between 8 and 12 years old. The now is at least five years putting them at the end of High School. That fleshing it out a little bit more, so I say 1.25 dimensions.

Well, the ‘Big Bad’ is not evil, but greedy. They care about one thing, profit. During the time period, I have selected twenty-five wars was happening around the world. So this BB (short for you named it Big Bad), thought of a solution to profit in these wars. Making bigger guns, larger explosions, etc. is so old school. A scientist came across a pin prick hole into another dimension, was magic and myth come to life. But as always there is a catch, they are incorporeal. They can bond to a physical host if they are worthy but that is hard. So They found a way… Which leads us to the beginning of the story.

I think I have moved this to now, 2D. How can I make it a full three-dimensional story arc? Hmm. When was it set and where? Who are these children? A Little background on them? I think I could do that.

Well, I set it in the early 00’s when I was a teenager (dang I’m old) in Brisbane. Decent size city (for Australia), a range of cultures in the area I am thinking of. So the heroes, six in all, one Chinese-Australian, English Descent, Twins of Maltese Descent, Tongan and a Sudan Refugee. Each has the spark to attract a mythic archetype.

 Now I have fleshed out a bit more information, I think it is time for the first story. This is when the band become friends on the first day of school. Tune in next time for an unknown title of this series. Need to think of a name!

The future for Samuel Colbran- Author

You might have seen that I have delayed my book, it has been hard to realise why, and I have taken a break from a lot of my promotion and creative work, but now it is time to get back on that horse again.

The first five chapters I have up already will be re-written, I found after listening to the recording of these sections that I knew where my MC was but did my reader? The answer was no. I had some brilliant people helping me realise this, but in the end, it was my decision to delay Lake Merrin.

The things I will be concentrating on will be the delivery of the world and story. This seems to be easy, but due to my use of stream of consciousness, the painting of the world can be a little muddled.

Over the next few months, the updated chapters will be released. I will have a secret page for these and only for my subscribers and pre-orders, so they can comment and suggest what should happen. I really want my readers to be involved in my world as they are it’s life’s blood.

Also for everyone else, I will be writing a series of short stories not set in Favinonia. It is the prelude to my young adult series in which there is are two worlds, one real and the other mythical. My six main characters tap into this mythical world and gain an archetype of a hero, and they will manifest from the legends of yesterday and today. It will be set in Brisbane, Queensland (as this was my primary school days).

I am really excited to write these stories and finish off my book. Keep an eye on this page, exciting things are happening!

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