Yes, it’s finally here, folks! I’ve just released my second (yes, my second!) short novel, and I can’t believe it. This is such an exciting moment for me. Having worked on this story for so long, for it to finally be available for all of you to read fills me with so much happiness.
Get yourself your very own digital copy here. Let me know what you think!
I thank you for reading and I hope you have a fantastic day.
It’s four days until my YA fantasy short novel releases, and I’m very excited! I’ve been sharing excerpts, I recently showed you all the cover, and now I will feature the eight characters who bring this story to life. Here they are.
Frederick Poull: A renowned historian whose adoration of Annabelle Vicstoria drives him to learn more about her story.
Histor Daggerton: A Royal Theater agent whose legacy was cemented when he became the man who discovered Annabelle Vicstoria.
I’m so excited because yes, one month from today, my newest YA-fantasy short novel, ANNABELLE, will be available to buy on amazon.com and goodreads.com. Oh, I am buzzing with joy.
This is a picture of the title character, Annabelle Vicstoria, drawn by the incredible artist, Uzuri Art.
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.
Mestra Galerunner would’ve never thought she’d be a mother. As a young elven girl, she flitted about the Asrana Forest after running away from home, getting into trouble, and causing her elders endless grief. As an adult, she learned the ways of the assassin, choosing to exist as a solitary being and elude companionship. And then one day, on a stormy night, she found Pil and everything changed.
Continue reading My Weekly Short Story: Her Tiny BreathsBeing 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.
Continue reading My Weekly Short Story: “All in a Day’s Work.”
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