It's important to me to get my stories to the public in memory of my parents and now my wife's family. They loved my stories and I believe that you will too! Here's information about me: I have been writing all of my life, or at least from the time I knew what words and stories could do. In second grade I was writing audio plays and now, many...many years later, I'm still writing. I'm currently working with an editor to perfect book 1 in the Tokorel series. This is an orignal work set in a never before seen land with characters that you'll find incredible, unique, and yet familiar. I love sci-fi and fantasy but I also write non-fiction to show the reality of life. I live in Northern Colorado with my wonderful family. I love people, so feel free to Email me anytime if you have questions about my books or want to chat. I can be reached at email@example.com.
We all have family. Some surround us. Some are gone. But we each come from some person that, regardless of our relationship with them, are family. For some of us, family might not be blood. They might be adopted into our emotional life and become like family. Others are adopted into our lives and we grow up with them. Some we love. Some we despise. Take a look at this short excerpt and see if you can determine which is which. The re-edit of "The Eyes of Tokorel" is under way. New passages. New material. Many things explained.
The Eyes of Tokorel: The Color of Emotion
Cloaked, hooded figures lurked on the edges of gray landscapes in Linsora’s dreams. When she turned to face them they would vanish, leaving behind the sound of laughter. Linsora chased the phantoms of Moragh and Karak and Gordek. In one dream she heard a voice behind her, taunting. One she had silenced in many dreams - one that had silenced her in many nightmares. One even her dream-self did not expect to find in this context. She spun to face him and he did not vanish immediately. He remained long enough to smirk. Her half-brother Yokosh.