I’ve been considering Cu lain. our half-breed. He is a Konkur unacceptable to both side of his family tree. Most of is life has been spent in a drug induced haze. Does he have a place in the unfamiliar world he has found himself?
Does he have any real friends or is he a dispensable pawn? Can he hope to be the hero of his own story?
I hope to discover the answers
Stories have been a part of my life forever. I have heard them, read them, and told them as long as I can remember. I’ve written hundreds of stories. Bits and pieces of stories. This is my first novel. It is the result of a story that refused to die. It kept unreeling in my mind. After a year of this haunting, I had no choice but to write it. What started as a simple damsel in distress story changed once I met the damsel. As I wrote this set of stories the world I imagined grew. After rewrites, revisions, and letting it bake. I’ve discovered more. More of the politics of the region. More relationships between people. Now as I begin a sequel to this first book, I’m finding more complexity than I ever imagined and more loose strings that need to be explored.
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