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Unfortunately I have had to put Mirror Song on hold for the time being so that I can finish up the third installment of The Judge Chronicles. I will be embarking on a new project for the Young Adult Paranormal genre this summer. I will be writing all three books consecutively in order to have them ready for publication by

Queyanna cringed at the pluck of her inner-chords against the eerie foreboding that threatened to bring her to her knees. Then the world went still, holding its breath waiting. Without warning, a high-pitched set of chords was heard coming towards her that whizzed by her head to where Ean stood. Her hand jerked towards the sound and clutched an arrow

I am sad to say I will have to postpone another entry to Mirror Song this week, but I do have some news. I have just completed a mind map for a new series I will be working on over the summer and most likely into winter. It is a young adult paranormal-mystery about a young woman who learns that her

Olatha, Tervelvan The wagon creaked forward. The chaos within the wood was nagging Queyanna’s internal harmony like a mosquito. She winced when the wheel went over a pothole, which seemed out of place, considering the well-kept condition of the main winding thoroughfare into the port-town of Olatha. The road went up in a slow rise, narrowing before an iron gate. The

North of New Hope–Brakenbog, Lenkinar “Can we rely on Ean’s word about these individuals we’ve opened our doors to?” Brenard asked, a gentleman of great fortune and little wit. Although the expression on the angelic face was open, even innocent, the pale eyes held the rancor accumulated through years of dubious ambitions. He sat before the high-gloss, order-darkened table that was

“Threston, you finally made it,” Dunlon called from behind a cream and red marble-topped oak desk. Dunlon was a man of great physical presence. Most of his girth overflowed the edges of his wooden chair, which creaked under the pressure. His pallid face had the perpetual wetness from sweating profusely, which was most evident above his upper lip. What hair remained

East of Tervelvan – Nottinglan, Bryhton Threston sat at a wide, richly-stained oak desk as he held a fiery agate in his palm, brushing his fingers on the various facets. His violet eyes gazed into the agate intently, all the while his thoughts drifted back to the vision he received earlier that day from the stone. He still had a headache

The second wave of order probes and chaos scries penetrated deep into Queyanna’s being, threatening to send her to her knees once more. She lifted her voice to the sky and sang at double forte, multiplying her voice into a chorus that soothed the edge of the sharp and off-key notes. The effort to harmonize the chords weakened her until

Queyanna was already inspecting the horses when Rhiona approached the group. Rhiona sensed the horse’s apprehension. She reached out to him and gently stroked his face. Her inner-song also reached out and touched his. The notes blended in a song of tranquility, where the meadows were green and the grasses sweet. It soothed the beast. Within moments, the gelding relaxed under

Rhiona’s eyes scanned the desert landscape. She didn’t know quite what to make of it. Most of the vegetation was dying. There was an element of beauty hidden beneath the sands, as though a verdant paradise had been locked away. She heard the sharp notes of the landscape’s music, along with the flat notes rumbling deep in the earth. The chords