A forbidden birth. A child destined to die. This young adult fantasy adventure pits a teen against a Beast hungering for her soul and natives wanting her death. On a secret island, an enchantress is born. It is against the law for a Kepyr and Ice Lord to create one who breathes light instead of air. After her mother's murder, Elandra is rescued by a monster with the heart of a woman and hidden underground. A secretive healer becomes her mentor until he expects her to leave the safety of her home, gain her full power and fulfill her destiny as savior of the island. He hasn’t taught her how to control her emotions. If she doesn't learn, she has no chance of survival. Romance blooms when a shipwrecked young man awakens her feelings. Unwilling to accept her destiny as a savior, Elandra chooses a dangerous quest to become normal by finding a magical lagoon that can transform her. Glaciers, wild animals, earthquakes and lava flows endanger her life and the loved ones who help her on her quest. Will she pay the ultimate price to save them when all are captured and imprisoned? Join Elandra as she struggles to choose a life she wants over her preordained destiny on an island unknown to the modern world.
I don't think any author can write unless they ask 'what if'? The phrase can be compared to a change of clothes. We feel different in a swimsuit than an evening gown or tuxedo. A myriad of decisions need to be made when deciding on character, setting, mood, action, or any other necessary element in a great story. What if my hero should be female? What if the villain is not a human as in my book "Enchantress Sacrifice." What if I kill this character or wound that one? That's the fun of writing--deciding on the best 'what if"s to create a story of value.
Enchantress Sacrifice (Book One)
THEY CALL ME ARU. DEEP within this island, I absorb the petty struggle of native and invader. After millennia, my end is near. Bloated in misery, twisted by their hatred and prejudice, I will destroy everything and all will be consumed as easily as a drop of rain. Unless . . . unless the unborn child survives her birth and lives to inherit gifts that could destroy me. She cannot hide. I am the Beast and hear the heartbeat of her soul even now.