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.
There are always a few things from our pasts that hit us hard, and many times we are struck with those memories when a sight, sound or smell hits us. Keeping that thought is mind, I like for my characters to to be struck with the same thing. Linsora thinks that she's going to a hospital and prepares for the sights and smells involved with such an institution, but what she sees tells her something different.
The Eyes of Tokorel
Linsora had steeled herself for the sights and smells of a hospital - hushed tones, people with kind but sad faces, cleaning solution odors that never quite masked the scents wafting from bodies in distress. Death didn’t disturb her nearly as much as the idea of an illness requiring time in a medical facility. The hallways she and Harda were led through were more like those of an office than a hospital. Whenever a door did swing open, she glanced in to see tables and lab equipment.