I’m having a hard time exploring the world of the Dragon’s Spine. This world has been too much of a distraction. Too much drama here and now. Midgard calls. The characters Eric and Drew want to be drawn in more detail. Jae and Catherine are pursuing their relationship. Cu Lain and Ceri are discovering that the culture that appeared so welcoming and egalitarian is not.
Crow and Bait are once more pursuing information. They hope this time the pay is better. And the factions of the huldra are jostling for position.
I haven’t read the next letter from Catherine’s father. What secrets will it reveal? I have some hints, but she hasn’t opened it yet. That world calls. Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll find a thread to tug.
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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