Posted by Akira | Posted in Serial Fiction, Trials | Posted on 23-09-2016
Sloane stood and bowed to his queen as she made a grand entrance to her office. Several ladies-in-waiting followed her, carrying armfuls of parchments, books and jeweled boxes that Sloane knew to contain Padraig’s traveling crystal literature and music collection.
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Hey readers! I hope you’ve enjoyed the first few chapters of Trials of the Prey. Picking up right where Trials of The Hunt left off, this is the second installment of Prince Gannon Lupuna’s journey of self-exploration. I’m still cranking out new chapters weekly (Fridays), but I’ve been invited to collaborate on a new project. We are currently in the brainstorming stage. Next will come the research (which, as you know, I LOVE). I promise not to take too long researching so that the writing takes a back seat. Actual writing should begin very soon. I’m excited to start writing something new, with a different focus than the Trials series. This project is more role-playing focused with a large world building element.
I’m also tinkering around with the final details of the Trials series and brainstorming for a new series. Wild Royal is currently with the editor, I’m looking at more platforms for publishing, and my supreme IT specialist is hard at work managing my WordPress mistakes. Things at Wild Royal are rolling right along just in time for Fall/Winter season. I can’t wait to announce and release these new projects!
When we arrived in the stylish village of Ondai, the trail guards fell back while the carriages continued to the inn. The sleepy village was bustling with people shuffling through the busy red-stoned streets. Gardeners and chimney sweeps worked tirelessly and pixie newsboys in suspenders and pageboy hats camped out on the corners selling the afternoon edition of the gazette. Small storefronts with quaint signs hung over their doorways stood in rows surrounded by lush blue grass and neon-colored flower borders. I inhaled and caught the fragrance of daffodils and honeysuckle.
Posted by Akira | Posted in Serial Fiction, Trials | Posted on 09-09-2016
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Padraig sat up in bed at the break of dawn, his feet hit the floor, head splitting from an unusually stiff sage stick he’d found while searching through Gannon’s side table. The room was still smoky and a body moved beneath the blankets behind him. He glanced behind him briefly, then rested his head in his palms, his elbows on his thighs. He yawned and sighed deeply.
Posted by Akira | Posted in Serial Fiction, Trials | Posted on 04-09-2016
It had already been a fortnight since Gannon and Kirwin notified the noble houses of their intentions to travel to the Northern Territories. Sloane finalized secure passage to the north by plush horse drawn carriage with red velvet upholstered benches, honey colored floor boards, and dark wood accented with gold embellishments, complete with an accompanying bevy of guards and mages, all on fully barded horses. A single white knight would follow the procession the entire trip, and he’d arranged for members of the avian tribe to act at House Lupuna’s behest as the king’s heralds as the carriage made its way through the Grasslands. He had planned to return his fallen sister-kin in the regalia due someone of her esteemed status.