Month: May 2015
Here’s a review from a fellow blogger that read my new book.
Well, before I get into the whole reason for this post, let me first apologize for not having posted anything in such a long while. I’ve been finishing up school, which believe me, is not very fun. 😛
It’s called *drum-roll, please*:
The Golden Lands, Volume 1: Shadows in the Sunlight
I bought and read it in one day, it was that good. Actually, I was reading it when my friend called, so I put it down to talk to her, and as soon as she hung up, I continued to read until I was finished. And now I can’t wait for the next one.
Anyway, I strongly suggest you go check it out! There’s a lot of different places where you can find it.
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Hey all! Here’s the prologue for the new book I just self published. Tell me what you think!
“He” has always existed.
Or at least that’s what the stories say. I’ve never found “him” in all my childhood years. I’m not so sure if I believe in “him” anymore.
In a small house near the edge of a wood, looking out into a grassy plain, lives a humble family; me, my sister, and my brother, both of which are younger than me. We have never been close, not because we don’t get along, but because we are often separated. I do love them; I just don’t know them. For years, ever since our parents disappeared, I have scoured the woods every day, searching for food, gathering firewood, doing everything I can to keep them alive. I don’t know them, and they don’t know me, but I care for them.
Sometimes, I feel like they don’t know that they’re dying, that without the meager care I give them, things would grow worse. It’s hard to imagine worse.
But “he” has always existed. My parents used to tell me of “him”. They said “he” was a great warrior—a wielder of strange, mystical powers. His sword flashed quicker than lightning, they told me, and his strength was mightier than a giant’s, and his endurance could not be matched. And they said that, in difficult times, “he” would keep me going. “He” would help me fight through my trials. “He” aided all. “He” was a lender of inner, mystical strength.
That’s what my parents said. That was before they disappeared. I wish I knew more about who “he” was. But I don’t. As the days go by, I want to travel the large, beautiful forests and the wide, windy plains, and look for “him”. But I can’t. My brother and sister wouldn’t be able to survive on their own.
My parents always said that there was Evil in these lands. It came from afar, not from the Golden Lands, but elsewhere. They said that it would find us; all of us. We had to be careful, they would say—there was evil in all of us.
Maybe that’s why I’ve never seen “him”. Maybe I can’t see “him” because of the Evil. Or maybe not seeing “him” is the Evil.
But then it came. Like my parents said, Evil would find us. It only seeks to grow, they said. The evil inside of us, it beckons to more evil. If we do not defeat the evil inside us, then we might as well let Evil walk right through our door. If we do not cast out darkness, then it will only grow inside of us. And once it does that, it will consume those around us.
The day I forgot this advice will be the day I will never forget.
Here are some links where you can find my book if you’re interested: