Only a portion of Tokor's secrets have been discovered on Khizara. Now Linsora must go to the feared planet of Tokorel to discover the rest of Tokor's plan. How will Tokorellans receive this barbaric Khizaran and will she be able to control her emotions enough so as to not give away her alternate reason for being there?
It's important to me to get my stories to the public in memory of my parents and now my mother-in-law. They loved my stories and I believe that you will too! Here's information about me: Drew has been writing all of his life, or at least from the time he knew what words and stories could do. In second grade he was writing audio plays and now, many...many years later, he's still writing. He's written the Tokorel sci-fi series, which has received numerous accolades, great reviews and awards, and numerous other books both fantastic and original. He loves sci-fi and fantasy but he also writes non-fiction as well. He lives in Fort Collins, Colorado with his wonderful family and runs a video production company to pay the bills, in addition to working for the city Parks Department. He loves people, so feel free to Email him anytime if you have questions about his books or want to chat. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I've always wondered this. When does more become too much? It's an interesting concept. Does more make our lives better or worse? Does less make our lives more meaningful? When I write, I believe that many of my life's questions come out of my subconscious through the words of my characters, and sometimes the answers appear on these pages as well. A little interesting insight into not just the characters, but me as well.
The Eyes of Tokorel
Harda escorted Linsora back to the transport. She peered down at the streets of Movan, now returned to normal mid-week traffic. People strolled down the broad streets, shopped, ate, did the normal errands of daily life. Linsora wondered if her life would ever be normal. She smiled. And if it was, she asked herself, would I be bored? Permac could have had a life just like theirs. Comfortable. Predictable. He wanted more, he said. When does more become too much?