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Here’s the Final Excerpt of My New Novel, ANNABELLE

It’s only one week until ANNABELLE is available! This is such an exciting moment, this last stretch of marketing which leads to the release of my second book, a story I’ve worked on for many years. With my last two excerpts, I wanted to provide a sense of the story and its characters. Today, I wanted to share an excerpt delving into the story’s darker, more dramatic aspects. Enjoy!

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Here’s Another Excerpt from My New Novel, ANNABELLE

It’s only two weeks left until my newest short novel, ANNABELLE, becomes available digitally. To mark this moment here’s another excerpt from my book. This one is a bit shorter than the last one but gives further insight into a character who maybe knows Annabelle more than anyone else: her mother.

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Here’s The Cover of My New Book, ANNABELLE

It’s time, everyone! The cover of my book is finally here and I’m so excited to share it because it is absolutely beautiful. Here it is.

Last year when I released my first short novel I couldn’t have been more thrilled. To now be on the verge of releasing my second book in my YA-fantasy series, The Women of Adalor is utterly thrilling.

For me, a book doesn’t truly come to life until the cover is finalized and this cover, drawn by the ultra-talented artist, Uzuri Art, is far better than I could’ve ever imagined.

ANNABELLE will be available digitally on Amazon, Kindle, and Goodreads on March 25.

I thank you for reading and I hope you have a lovely day.

Here’s the First Except of My New Novel, ANNABELLE

It’s three weeks, yes, three weeks until I release my new YA-fantasy short novel, ANNABELLE. To mark this occasion, I figured it’s time to start sharing some excerpts. This first excerpt features one of the main characters of the story, a renowned chronicler named Frederick Poull. His goal is to learn about Annabelle Vicstoria’s life through the accounts of those whose lives she impacted. So, with no further delay, here’s the excerpt.

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My Weekly Short Story: The Sunlight Through the Trees

When Pil tried to remember her years as a toddler there weren’t many memories to grasp onto…except for one.

It was small and seemingly insignificant. A memory laced with laughter and smiles, the occasional huff of a horse, the incessant creaking of rolling carriage wheels, the soothing sound of her father’s warm voice, the comforting touch of her mother’s soft hands, and a bright yet distant light.

This dappled light seeped through the trees that rushed overhead like promises from a fairy; a glowing warmth that kissed Pil’s small round face and made her believe anything was possible.

This memory seemed insignificant but for Pil, now seventeen years old, it was a treasure to hold onto for the rest of her life.

My Weekly Short Story: “All in a Day’s Work.”

Being an assassin could be difficult but for Mestra Galerunner it was just another day.

Despite having lived for over 700 years it was still momentous visiting cities throughout Adalor. She was currently living in Nottinglot Square, one of the finest cities not just in the land, Hayward, but in all of Adalor. It was a ravishing city filled with the wealthy and the powerful as well as some of the finest Haywardian architecture found anywhere.

The skyline was filled with towering steeples atop grand castles crafted from marble or white granite. These castles were then covered in mosaics, intricate paintings, or the finest stones mined from the Glittering Caves found in the deep gorges located within Toldan.

Citizens rode along the gold-lined white stone streets atop striking steeds covered in glittering armor and fine velvet or in gilded carriages pulled by various exotic animals. Such as the large cats with their shimmering, golden fur from the lush grasslands of Toldan or the massive horned Elki from the deep forests of Asrana.

The citizens of Nottinglot Square were all about image. There was not a beggar in sight or a poor peasant anywhere to be found. It was often referred to as the “City of Royals.”

And in this “City of Royals” lied not only the wealthy but the wicked, and it was the wicked that Mestra was hired to dispose of.

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