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.
We all have talents. Some, we choose to share with others. A few of our talents, however, we choose to share only with close friends or family and not with those around us who we know as casual acquaintances. We each have our own reasons for what we do. Sometimes those reasons are legitimate while other times they are only to hide our embarrassment or to protect our pride. Either way, they remain our secret talents. Here is a talent that I'm quite certain I would not want, and yet, my character has it. She chooses, however, to share it only with close friends. After all, why share something that others would not understand?
The Eyes of Tokorel
The transport halted at an imposingly tall wall. No simple guard station to be waved through, the wall looked like a solid mass with a roadway going through it. Harda tapped his foot on the floor. Linsora tasted something acrid, metallic. The only thing she had left out of her story was that she could taste influences. That seemed to alarm people and she didn’t want anyone else looking at her like she was the embodiment of some foolish myth.