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August 25, 2016
Jonathan Haymaker
I sometimes sign up for newsletters and get entered for giveaways, and this time it really worked out for me. I signed up with Dragon Scale and I won a copy of Jonathan Haymaker. YAY ME!!So given that background, I did get a physical copy of Jonathan Haymaker and I really liked it! It wasn't part of the deal that I had to write a review, but I do like to write reviews for free books I get, especially ones I really like, so here goes.
Blurb from Amazon:
Jonathan is not the strongest young man in his home village. That would be his older brother Jason. He isn't the tallest, best looking, or funniest either. Again, that would be Jason. He is better than most in the village at archery, though. He is an excellent hunter, and can perform more trick shots than anyone else with amazing accuracy. Well, he is almost better than anyone else. Jason has him beat there too. Jonathan doesn't mind though, he and his older brother share a deep bond that connects them more fully than their differences could separate them. They work together in their family fields, go swimming at the fishing hole, and sometimes they play tricks on other farmers in the village. Whatever they do, for good or ill, they do together.
On Jonathan's sixteenth birthday though, officers come to the village asking for volunteers. Trolls have invaded during the heaviest monsoon season ever known, and the wet conditions have given the trolls enhanced abilities. Jason is the first to step forward, and is eagerly accepted for his height and strength. Though he also volunteers, Jonathan is told he is too young, and not strong enough for the rigors of war with the trolls in the Murkle Quags.
When letters stop arriving from Jason after two years of war, and Jonathan still finds himself denied acceptance to the army due to his small stature, he does what any good brother would do. Jonathan Haymaker takes his bow and leaves his home. They said it couldn't be done. The journey was too far, the dangers too great, and the war too fierce for a boy like him. Perhaps they were right, but he knew Jason was alive somewhere, and he was not about to let his brother be alone.
Review:
The book is very well written, it has good characters, a well built world and a solid plot line. Jonathan is a younger brother, his older brother is lost in war, and he goes out to find him.
The book has violence, as is needed in a book about wars and battles, but it is written in a way that when I finished I immediately handed the book to my ten-year-old son who quickly read it and passed it on to my twelve year old daughter. Making clean story that revolves around violence, is not easy but it is well done in this one.
I also love that the end of the book finished this story. I like when books don't leave the reader hanging and this one did that for me. I could definitely read more stories in this series as the author made the characters memorable and likable and I'd love to see their continued journey, but this is also a book that can be read as a stand alone and is very enjoyable.
Unfortunately, the book is a little short. (which is a credit to the author who makes me want to read more, but I could have used a little more) I would love to see a novella come out with Jason's time in battle school, or his fighting while Jonathan is searching for him. It would have been nice to see Jonathan have another obstacle or two in his path, or make one of the challenges he faced a little more difficult, or given us a little more closure at the end. Any of this would have given the book a little more bulk and I would have liked to see more, but I also like longer books, so that might just be a preference thing.
So given that this book is targeted at younger readers, it might be good that it is a little shorter. It will definitely keep their attention, and keep them turning the pages. (I know it did for me).
I was also happy to see that the next book in the series, Brothers Haymaker, is available really soon!
August 18, 2016
Book Review on Goodreads: Nightblade
Nightblade by Garrett RobinsonMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Nightblade was okay. I liked the writing style, the pace of the book was good, the characters were done pretty well, but I started out not knowing what the point/purpose was and I ended up feeling the same way at the end.
After the first 20% of the book I felt like it would be a five star book when it picked up the main story, but it never quite got there for me. It wasn't perfect, but I did enjoy reading it.
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August 17, 2016
Kingdom of Denall: Secrets at the Keep
The powerful Baron Omer has been secretly maintaining a slave village under the nose of the king for years. The wealth and political clout he has built for himself have made his sprawling castle complex, known simply as The Keep, the most formidable power center on Denall outside the capitol city. Omer has also been searching for the Stones of Power, using any means necessary to track them down - even striking a deal with the evil sorcerer Mordyar and his stone seekers. Now the stones are coming to him, but not in a way that will bring him any pleasure. Wielding the Sight and Hearing Stones, Kaz Kinsley and the beautiful but mysterious Pentra are on their way to free the slaves and bring Omer down. With the other Stones on the move, Omer's secrets will not remain hidden for long.I'm very happy to announce that Secrets at the Keep is now available for pre-order in kindle form! The book will not be coming out until September 16th, but kindle pre-orders are ready to go.
The Cover Art is amazing as you can see here, and the book is fantastic!
I love this book it has so much action and adventure all in there. You'll get to see all of your favorite characters from The Troven, and meet some new ones as well as they uncover the Secrets at the Keep!
Thanks for all your support, please like, share, post, tweat, and tell your friends about this amazing adventure!
August 11, 2016
Review: Ascension (Dragons of Kendualdern)
Favorite book of the summer!Ascension is a great story that follows Gorliad through his Ascension, or rise from egg to whatever he becomes
(no spoilers here).
Let's start where readers start: The cover art is amazing! It made me want to read the book.
When I started reading it was immediately different from most books I have read because of the perspective. It comes from the perspective of dragons (and sometimes dwarfs). In many fantasy books the dragons are feared and looked at as some kind of thing to be killed. So the perspective of this book in itself is refreshing and original.
The story is engaging yet detailed. I have enough information that I can picture everything that is happening, and make predictions of what is to come, and yet the story isn't bogged down, or slowed down by too much. It is a perfect balance of setting the stage and giving me non-stop action.
Several times while reading this book I started to guess what might happen next. While I was often right, I was also sometimes surprised by the turn of events which is fun for me as a reader.
The ending of the book is fantastic! The climax battle sequence, was very well done, and left me completely satisfied! I also love that it packaged up the entire book into something you can read as a stand alone, but I am also excited for the next installment that will bring me back into Kendualdern.
Easily the best book I've read this summer! Five Stars!
August 7, 2016
Show some Love!
The Troven has been doing great on Amazon! Thank you so much for joining me in the adventure of Denall!If you haven't yet done it, please take a moment and show how much you loved it!
Click on the links below to give it a quick rating and/or a review.
Thanks so much! We're still shooting for an early September release for Secrets at the Keep!
The Troven on Amazon
The Troven on Goodreads
July 30, 2016
Free Dragon Book
Fantasy Readers:I just saw this free e-book posted, I grabbed a copy for myself. Maybe this will be the summer reading I've been looking for! It's a limited time offer so go and check it out! let me know what you think!
I love the cover art for this one so much!
Ascension: The Dragons of Kendualdern by Sam Ferguson
July 29, 2016
Summer Reading
So this summer I've started reading three different books and I haven't been able to finish any of them. I'm not sure if I'm just bad at picking books, or if I'm so focused on writing that I need to stop and put the other books down, but either way my summer reading list is pathetic.
BUT TODAY THAT WILL ALL CHANGE!!!
I just submitted the last major edits for Kingdom of Denall: The Secrets at the Keep. Very excited to have that done. There might be some minor tweaks, but the majority of writing and editing is done.
So I'm going to grab a book and curl up for some summer reading.
BUT TODAY THAT WILL ALL CHANGE!!!
I just submitted the last major edits for Kingdom of Denall: The Secrets at the Keep. Very excited to have that done. There might be some minor tweaks, but the majority of writing and editing is done.
So I'm going to grab a book and curl up for some summer reading.
July 19, 2016
The Gift of Service
I had an amazing experience at the beginning of this month. I was able to go to Guatemala and work to put a roof on a medical center, build the foundation for a school, divert a river to provide water to a village, and train teachers in a remote village. It was so great to go with Family Humanitarian Experience (FHe). Perhaps some of what I learned through that service will subtly make its way into my stories, as it has definitely made its way into my heart. Taking time to serve others is one of the greatest things I've learned from my father, and an example I want to pass to my children.I've included a picture of me with a rock that was stopping the digging of the foundation at the school. It was such a dense rock, that I was able to almost punch a hole through it and it still didn't crack! Crazy!
For those who read this wanting to know about the Kingdom of Denall books. I will tell you this much: On the airplane I was writing some exciting chapters in Book 2, and I sent them off to my editor when I landed in Guatemala. We're on schedule for a September release.
July 4, 2016
Troven: Deleted Chapter
This Chapter was one of the first things I wrote for the Kingdom of Denall Series. It was originally the prologue to book 1, then it became a chapter in the middle of the book, and then it became a part of a six chapter series based on how all six stones were delivered to their perspective stone holders. In the end it was a little out of place in the narrative and was cut along with the other five similar chapters describing how each of the Stones of Power got to the owners. I hope you like this web extra! Remember to Like, Share, Tweat. If you have read The Troven, show some love by posting a review on amazon and goodreads. Enjoy the deleted chapter from The Troven.
Sight Stone
The tall foreigner always wore the same tattered tan robe. It had been months since his arrival and nobody knew where he had come from or why he was in the small northern hamlet of Maplewood. The man did not speak with anyone and spent most of his time wandering the packed dirt streets of Maplewood as though he was lost. He did not stay in the local inn but preferred to spend his nights in the woods with his loyal horse.
His pale white horse, sun darkened skin, bald head and long light robes made the people suspect that he was from the southern desert -- although none of them had ever ventured farther south than Kinstock. The children called him the "crazy desert man" and none of the adults objected.
As the chill of autumn threatened, the stranger spent less time wandering the streets and more time in his small lean-to constructed of evergreen branches and twine.
While the women insisted that the stranger be watched, after the first weeks he was largely ignored so that everyone could return to work at the lumber mill, the only real industry in Maplewood.
Maplewood was the northernmost community in all the kingdom of Denall and the only place where the large maples grew. The wood exported from Maplewood was famous for its strength and quality. The saying "a woman's resolve and young boy's heads are the only things stronger than Maplewood lumber" had spread to all parts of the kingdom.
The men took pride in their work and they were the best at what they did. Although they all had small farms, and modest herds of livestock, each made some living working in the mill just west of town.
Some men cut and hauled selected trees from the woods, some planted new trees—for the harvest of future generations. Others skinned and ripped the wood into planks. The final crew delivered the green planks to the drying barns where they would dry for at least six seasons. At the end of every season a new load of cured wood was loaded into wagons headed for the medium sized village of Kinstock. They all shared in the work so they also shared the supplies that their harvest brought.
With the warm summer months coming to an end, Jon was loading planks from the drying barn into the wagons when he was startled by a sound from across the mill. Almost out of breath a young boy slid on the sawdust that covered the floor of the mill. "The baby's coming! The baby's coming! Come quick papa!"
"There's a good lad. You must be tired from running all this way." The mill manager turned from the boy to call for Jon but saw that he was already on his way, wearing a wide grin.
Jon grabbed his boy in his arms and rushed out of the mill to head for home. With all the excitement of the moment he did not consider how he looked -- covered in sawdust and sweat from his morning's work at the mill, nor did he think to glance backwards to see the robed figure silently following them home.
The rain started shortly after they entered the cabin. The birth maid had matters well in hand and practically pushed the father and son to the upstairs lounge to anxiously await the new family addition. "When is my brother coming?" Jon had heard this question over and over since the moment they arrived at home.
Taking a deep breath, he turned to his son knowing that excitement was building up in the boy (and he could not fault him for that). "Soon," was all Jon could answer.
The rain clouds had brought an early darkness to the afternoon and as the sun lowered Jon lit some lanterns and candles in the loft.
While pacing across the well-worn maple floorboards, he passed by the upstairs window just as a flash of lightning lit the front yard. Thinking that he saw something out in his yard, he pressed his eyes close to the window. After seeing nothing for a moment, he surveyed the yard by straining his powerful hearing. The light red dots on his left ear darkened to a deep shade of maroon. After a moment or two Jon repressed the gut feeling of being watched and blamed his eyes for playing tricks on him. This momentary concern was instantly lost with the sound of his newborn son crying.
Jon rushed down the stairs and his gaze rested first on the baby boy and then he lovingly looked at his tired but satisfied wife. "I love you more today, than I did the day we met."
"And I you my husband." She closed her eyes for some well earned rest as the birth maid took the baby and placed him in his fathers' steady arms.
The years of working at the mill and farming a small plot of land had made Jon's arms bulky, strong and completely awkward with anything small, especially this fragile moving cargo.
A rare tear escaped the mill worker's eye as he held his son close. "Are you crying Daddy?"
Coughing, Jon answered, "No I'm just trying to see his mark."
"I bet I can see it. Can I hold him?"
"In a minute, Junior," Jon said, savoring the time holding the new child. Then curiosity started to pique his interest and Jon began to look the boy over, straining to see his newborn’s small left ear lobe. "It's far too dark in here," he complained, and then to the birth maid he continued. "Can you see his mark?"
Much to Jon Junior's distress the large woman took the child back in her arms and began the tests.
Each child was born with a mark that showed his special gift in life. Marks were said to be located in six places, the left ear lobe, the outside corner of the left eye, the left side of the nose, the left wrist, the left shoulder, or across the forehead.
Though it was not a certainty, the marks on the ear were the most common in the Northern Forest villages and hamlets. Both Jon and his wife had ear marks, so it was no surprise when the maid announced that the child was a listener. The real question was the number of marks, indicating the level of the gift. The more marks a person had, the more powerful their gift. Most people were level two or three meaning they had two or three marks and average to strong gifts. If a child were born a level one their natural ability was very weak. A level four was extremely rare and would be renowned in the surrounding towns. A level five was legendary and almost fictitious. Nobody in Maplewood had ever had five marks and few believed it possible.
The parents were very proud of their level three son when the birth maid made the announcement.
Lightning flashed and the door swung open as if by its own power. In the doorway, not seeming to notice that he was drenched in frigid rain, stood the strange desert man. He walked into the cabin uninvited and ignored the father's polite yet firm demand for the cause of such an invasion. The man surprised everyone in the room when he spoke. None had recalled hearing him speak before and his voice was surprisingly calm and melodious:
"Six riders from my land left our homes seven seasons ago carrying the only hope for the future of our people. We traveled with all haste to deliver treasures -- not knowing to whom they would be given or from where they came. More accurately, we did not know who they would choose. We each felt the pull of the owner as we raced to the farthest corners of the known world. When we parted I felt a connection to each rider as if we were tied to one another by an invisible string. As each treasure was delivered I have felt the strings cut and I am here to deliver this last sacred stone to your new child."
As he pulled out a small black stone from his pouch he continued. "To any untrained eye these stones are simply six identical polished black pieces small enough to be concealed in the palm of the hand. The power of these treasures lies in their magnifying capacity and their prophesied destiny. Each stone is connected to the six gifts. When a visor holds this Sight Stone," holding up the small polished stone in his hand he continued, "his gift will be magnified and enhanced. To all else the stone provides no immediate aid." The man paused for a moment placing the polished stone next to the newborn.
"Greater than the magnifying power of each individual stone, is the united power they hold. This power will only be shown when the six are once again reunited. They can turn the tide of evil when the marked man comes. Keep the stone safe, and keep it secret."
The family looked down at the polished black stone in wonder, then Jon stood up and addressed the man. "This is the stone of sight?" he began, somewhat confused, then continued. "Why not the stone of hearing? This village has not had a visor in ages."
Without another word of explanation or any further delay the desert man exited the front door into the rain never to be seen again.
Across the plains of Denall, to the sea on the west, up steep mountains of the east and far north to the oldest forests, all six stones found their masters in different ways. Many did not know the meaning, reason or worth of the gifts that were given. Some cherished the stones as rare antiques and lovingly passed them from generation to generation while others, not knowing their worth, sold them for a sack of grain or morsel of bread.
Some traveled far with their stones to confirm their magnifying powers. There were some who desperately sought the stones and would stop at nothing to get them; they spent their lives in the pursuit of the stones that were largely evasive. Some sought the stones for the glory or fame that they would receive by having a superhuman ability. Others sought the stones to study them and learn of their meaning and origin or to discover if the stones were just a myth. The fiercest stone seekers were on Mordyar’s errand and they sought among all the countries and islands of the world for any sign of the stones' locations. They were paid well for reporting any rumor, but they often kept the rumors to themselves, so that they could pursue the promise of much greater wealth and power if they were able to obtain a stone and return it to Mordyar.
As time passed the purpose of the stones and the power they possessed faded from memory. Records of the stones eroded with time. Most people thought of the stones as ancient folklore, if they thought about them at all. While the stones moved from owner to owner they, like much that is sacred and important, were forgotten by most men but not lost.
Sight Stone
The tall foreigner always wore the same tattered tan robe. It had been months since his arrival and nobody knew where he had come from or why he was in the small northern hamlet of Maplewood. The man did not speak with anyone and spent most of his time wandering the packed dirt streets of Maplewood as though he was lost. He did not stay in the local inn but preferred to spend his nights in the woods with his loyal horse.
His pale white horse, sun darkened skin, bald head and long light robes made the people suspect that he was from the southern desert -- although none of them had ever ventured farther south than Kinstock. The children called him the "crazy desert man" and none of the adults objected.
As the chill of autumn threatened, the stranger spent less time wandering the streets and more time in his small lean-to constructed of evergreen branches and twine.
While the women insisted that the stranger be watched, after the first weeks he was largely ignored so that everyone could return to work at the lumber mill, the only real industry in Maplewood.
Maplewood was the northernmost community in all the kingdom of Denall and the only place where the large maples grew. The wood exported from Maplewood was famous for its strength and quality. The saying "a woman's resolve and young boy's heads are the only things stronger than Maplewood lumber" had spread to all parts of the kingdom.
The men took pride in their work and they were the best at what they did. Although they all had small farms, and modest herds of livestock, each made some living working in the mill just west of town.
Some men cut and hauled selected trees from the woods, some planted new trees—for the harvest of future generations. Others skinned and ripped the wood into planks. The final crew delivered the green planks to the drying barns where they would dry for at least six seasons. At the end of every season a new load of cured wood was loaded into wagons headed for the medium sized village of Kinstock. They all shared in the work so they also shared the supplies that their harvest brought.
With the warm summer months coming to an end, Jon was loading planks from the drying barn into the wagons when he was startled by a sound from across the mill. Almost out of breath a young boy slid on the sawdust that covered the floor of the mill. "The baby's coming! The baby's coming! Come quick papa!"
"There's a good lad. You must be tired from running all this way." The mill manager turned from the boy to call for Jon but saw that he was already on his way, wearing a wide grin.
Jon grabbed his boy in his arms and rushed out of the mill to head for home. With all the excitement of the moment he did not consider how he looked -- covered in sawdust and sweat from his morning's work at the mill, nor did he think to glance backwards to see the robed figure silently following them home.
The rain started shortly after they entered the cabin. The birth maid had matters well in hand and practically pushed the father and son to the upstairs lounge to anxiously await the new family addition. "When is my brother coming?" Jon had heard this question over and over since the moment they arrived at home.
Taking a deep breath, he turned to his son knowing that excitement was building up in the boy (and he could not fault him for that). "Soon," was all Jon could answer.
The rain clouds had brought an early darkness to the afternoon and as the sun lowered Jon lit some lanterns and candles in the loft.
While pacing across the well-worn maple floorboards, he passed by the upstairs window just as a flash of lightning lit the front yard. Thinking that he saw something out in his yard, he pressed his eyes close to the window. After seeing nothing for a moment, he surveyed the yard by straining his powerful hearing. The light red dots on his left ear darkened to a deep shade of maroon. After a moment or two Jon repressed the gut feeling of being watched and blamed his eyes for playing tricks on him. This momentary concern was instantly lost with the sound of his newborn son crying.
Jon rushed down the stairs and his gaze rested first on the baby boy and then he lovingly looked at his tired but satisfied wife. "I love you more today, than I did the day we met."
"And I you my husband." She closed her eyes for some well earned rest as the birth maid took the baby and placed him in his fathers' steady arms.
The years of working at the mill and farming a small plot of land had made Jon's arms bulky, strong and completely awkward with anything small, especially this fragile moving cargo.
A rare tear escaped the mill worker's eye as he held his son close. "Are you crying Daddy?"
Coughing, Jon answered, "No I'm just trying to see his mark."
"I bet I can see it. Can I hold him?"
"In a minute, Junior," Jon said, savoring the time holding the new child. Then curiosity started to pique his interest and Jon began to look the boy over, straining to see his newborn’s small left ear lobe. "It's far too dark in here," he complained, and then to the birth maid he continued. "Can you see his mark?"
Much to Jon Junior's distress the large woman took the child back in her arms and began the tests.
Each child was born with a mark that showed his special gift in life. Marks were said to be located in six places, the left ear lobe, the outside corner of the left eye, the left side of the nose, the left wrist, the left shoulder, or across the forehead.
Though it was not a certainty, the marks on the ear were the most common in the Northern Forest villages and hamlets. Both Jon and his wife had ear marks, so it was no surprise when the maid announced that the child was a listener. The real question was the number of marks, indicating the level of the gift. The more marks a person had, the more powerful their gift. Most people were level two or three meaning they had two or three marks and average to strong gifts. If a child were born a level one their natural ability was very weak. A level four was extremely rare and would be renowned in the surrounding towns. A level five was legendary and almost fictitious. Nobody in Maplewood had ever had five marks and few believed it possible.
The parents were very proud of their level three son when the birth maid made the announcement.
Lightning flashed and the door swung open as if by its own power. In the doorway, not seeming to notice that he was drenched in frigid rain, stood the strange desert man. He walked into the cabin uninvited and ignored the father's polite yet firm demand for the cause of such an invasion. The man surprised everyone in the room when he spoke. None had recalled hearing him speak before and his voice was surprisingly calm and melodious:
"Six riders from my land left our homes seven seasons ago carrying the only hope for the future of our people. We traveled with all haste to deliver treasures -- not knowing to whom they would be given or from where they came. More accurately, we did not know who they would choose. We each felt the pull of the owner as we raced to the farthest corners of the known world. When we parted I felt a connection to each rider as if we were tied to one another by an invisible string. As each treasure was delivered I have felt the strings cut and I am here to deliver this last sacred stone to your new child."
As he pulled out a small black stone from his pouch he continued. "To any untrained eye these stones are simply six identical polished black pieces small enough to be concealed in the palm of the hand. The power of these treasures lies in their magnifying capacity and their prophesied destiny. Each stone is connected to the six gifts. When a visor holds this Sight Stone," holding up the small polished stone in his hand he continued, "his gift will be magnified and enhanced. To all else the stone provides no immediate aid." The man paused for a moment placing the polished stone next to the newborn.
"Greater than the magnifying power of each individual stone, is the united power they hold. This power will only be shown when the six are once again reunited. They can turn the tide of evil when the marked man comes. Keep the stone safe, and keep it secret."
The family looked down at the polished black stone in wonder, then Jon stood up and addressed the man. "This is the stone of sight?" he began, somewhat confused, then continued. "Why not the stone of hearing? This village has not had a visor in ages."
Without another word of explanation or any further delay the desert man exited the front door into the rain never to be seen again.
Across the plains of Denall, to the sea on the west, up steep mountains of the east and far north to the oldest forests, all six stones found their masters in different ways. Many did not know the meaning, reason or worth of the gifts that were given. Some cherished the stones as rare antiques and lovingly passed them from generation to generation while others, not knowing their worth, sold them for a sack of grain or morsel of bread.
Some traveled far with their stones to confirm their magnifying powers. There were some who desperately sought the stones and would stop at nothing to get them; they spent their lives in the pursuit of the stones that were largely evasive. Some sought the stones for the glory or fame that they would receive by having a superhuman ability. Others sought the stones to study them and learn of their meaning and origin or to discover if the stones were just a myth. The fiercest stone seekers were on Mordyar’s errand and they sought among all the countries and islands of the world for any sign of the stones' locations. They were paid well for reporting any rumor, but they often kept the rumors to themselves, so that they could pursue the promise of much greater wealth and power if they were able to obtain a stone and return it to Mordyar.
As time passed the purpose of the stones and the power they possessed faded from memory. Records of the stones eroded with time. Most people thought of the stones as ancient folklore, if they thought about them at all. While the stones moved from owner to owner they, like much that is sacred and important, were forgotten by most men but not lost.
June 27, 2016
Secrets at The Keep: Update
As the Troven continues to do very well and I've been talking with people who have read it, I'm finding a common request: Get Book 2 out quick!
I've been working on writing Secrets at The Keep pretty diligently for the entire month of June and it is almost done with the major changes and edits. After the major 'broad stroke' changes are done, then we move on to line editing, when small changes are made, then copy editing when the book is polished for publication.
So I just want to let you know that I'm working like a mad man to get the second book available for you! My hope is to have it completely polished and ready to be debuted at the SLC Comic Con. My publishing company, Dragon Scale Books, will be there and having Secrets at the Keep there is the goal.
Just a quick update. I'm getting back to writing! We'll be back in Denall before you know it!
Hope you are having a great summer!
I've been working on writing Secrets at The Keep pretty diligently for the entire month of June and it is almost done with the major changes and edits. After the major 'broad stroke' changes are done, then we move on to line editing, when small changes are made, then copy editing when the book is polished for publication.
So I just want to let you know that I'm working like a mad man to get the second book available for you! My hope is to have it completely polished and ready to be debuted at the SLC Comic Con. My publishing company, Dragon Scale Books, will be there and having Secrets at the Keep there is the goal.
Just a quick update. I'm getting back to writing! We'll be back in Denall before you know it!
Hope you are having a great summer!
