Please note: These chapters are before final edits. so they have changed some in the final book.
Elise Hester Johnson had no idea that a trip to the cemetery would change her life forever. Her blocking spell kept the ghosts at bay while she and her sisters passed through the old section of Oakland Cemetery. But the spirits’ suffering still pierced her heart.
“Come on, Rona. I told y’all I can’t be here long.” Elise’s Southern accent had returned with...
The president knew he should be attending to other matters, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Today was the prophesied end time. Now, something extraordinary suggested an alternate course: a scroll delivered to the White House in the wee hours of the morning.
Baffled Secret Service agents reported the mysterious crone appeared from nowhere, then vanished as quickly into thin air. Both her dress and manner were that of a bygone age. She had not spoken....
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I once read that ideas float upon the wind.
They present themselves to many people, but most don’t give them another thought. Even fewer act upon the ideas. And since everything begins with an idea, why would a story be any different?
When the inciting idea for the Awen Trilogy struck in 2011, I was living in a small cabin in the woods of North Georgia outside Dahlonega. If you’re not familiar, Dahlonega is an adorable, once-gold-mining town...