Just keep in mind this is a work in progress and I am aware of how cheesy they both sound! But I wanted something out there so people would know what my books are actually about. So, if you don’t like it, that is ok. J I am just happy to be writing again.
Book 1. The Darkness in Serenity
Murder has come to the coastal city of
A silent killer is walking the streets and using dark magic to ravage their victims. People are afraid and many will not even venture into the city after dark. Some are reminded of a time in the past where a madman tortured and a murdered many and held the city captive with fear. Has he come back?
After experiencing a dream of his sister’s death, Darin Sovereign rushes back to his childhood home of Serenity. Once there, he discovers that Elisa was not the first victim, and likely not the last. Caught in the politics of his own station, Darin must work together with someone he once loved to solve this murder before someone else pays the ultimate price.
Book 2. I have no idea
Magic is everywhere; you just have to be open to seeing it.
Sean Reynolds is a man at a crossroads. His life is not going as planned as bad decisions and broken relationships seem to be his modus operandi. Trying to get a grip of his life, he has turned his life toward his study of magic. This he can control and this he can focus his life on. Trying to learn how to better his craft.
Then comes the disappearance of his god-daughter Amanda, and everything changes. What starts out as a simple attempt to locate her, turns into something else much dangerous as dark forces align in the city and more than just the stake of Amanda is at risk.
- Current Mood:accomplished
From the start, the dream had a different feeling from the rest.
There was a sense of urgency and fear that threatened to overwhelm him. Although he had felt that in dreams past, it felt more succinct and more dangerous than usual. He was all too aware of the peril of dreams, due to his own power over them. Yet, this felt more personal for some reason. It was nothing he could put a name too, but only a feeling he could not shake as he was swept away by the images.
Torrential rain assaulted him as was walked down a winding road. Lightening flashed as the rain made it difficult for him to see more than a few feet in front of him, but he instinctively knew where he was.
Even though he had not been home in five years, it felt exactly the same. This is more than likely the case, since nothing ever changed in Serenity. Just thinking the name made his skin crawl. His childhood memories of the town were not pleasant and he rarely visited his family due to this. It was something that his subconscious had avoided for years and it brought up many questions…but he did not have time to think on them as he set off down the road leading toward the center of the village.
He slowly walked down the muddy road past the Rivan district; he reached down and felt the familiar feel of his sword on his hip. There was no need to unsheathe the sword as knowing it was there made him feel more comfortable. Even though it was raining, it was extremely humid and he began to work up a sweat. As he head toward his family’s estate, it was impossible to tell exactly what time of the day or season it was.
The road was deserted and that in itself was odd considering he could see The Serpent and the Crown, the busiest tavern in Serenity. Typically there were people coming to and from the tavern at all times in the night, mostly to try the ale that Sage Delora had managed to find on her trips to Ravenswood. Yet the tavern seemed empty. For a second he thought of going into the tavern to investigate that, but then he felt compelled to continue on his journey toward his home.
As he continued to walk, thoughts started buzzing around his head. Why was he here? What was the reason behind the urgency of the dream? The only indication was the feeling of need that pushed him forward. The closer he got to the manor, the more he could feel his pulse quicken until he abandoned all thought of danger and took off in a run. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the manor, out of breath. It looked exactly the same as it always had, but again there was a feeling of menace coming from it.
As he went to open the door, he noticed that it had gotten considerably colder in the last few seconds. He could see his own breath and this made him pause. He knew that could be an imprint from his own troubled past, but it felt different. More threatening. Shaking it off he rushed inside.
The house itself was strangely silent. This was not lost on him considering how much his twin sister Dara spoke of her children running around the manor at all times of the night. There was a pang of sadness as he realized he was not a huge factor in their lives and it had been his choice.
Choice always seemed to take him from those he loved.
He took a moment to compose himself, and after a few moments his training took over and he could feel himself relax. Still not sure what was going on, he walked into the sitting room to see if anyone was there.
The room was empty and after finding the kitchen, living area, and his mother’s bedroom empty as well, he decided to head upstairs to the bedrooms. As he approached the stairs, the hairs began standing on his neck and he immediately went to grab the sword that always hung on his left hip.
There was no sword there.
What the hell happened to my sword? It had had been there earlier, but he knew that dreams often changed without a moments warning.
Cursing, he hurried up the stairs leading to the second floor. Both Dara and his older sister Elisa had their rooms on this floor. A feeling of dread came over him as he walked by his sister Elisa’s room. As he approached the door, he stopped to listen and heard nothing. Slowly he opened the door and entered the room.
Elisa lay in the middle of the floor in a pool of blood. Quickly he ran to her and checked for a pulse. She was alive, but fading quickly. Her body had been savagely beaten and there were cuts on her body that could have only been caused with something extremely sharp. Her bloodied face turned up as she saw him leaning over her.
“I am sorry Darin,” her voice said in a barely audible whisper. With a burst of strength, she managed to grab his shoulder and say in a voice filled with pain, “The darkness finally came for me. I am finally free”. There was a look of relief on her face, mingled with sorrow. Then Elisa’s eyes rolled back and she fell to the floor.
As he stood there in shock, watching his sister’s life drain out of her, he noticed a shadow move toward the window. As he turned, the shadow picked up speed and disappeared through the window. He stood there in disbelief trying to figure out how the shadow could have went through a closed window and the last thing he heard before the world began to spin and darkness overcame him, was laughter.
- Current Mood: nervous
I am struggling with a few things in regards to my writing. J It is nothing major, but since I am writing two separate novels, it would be nice to be able to have a title for one of them, right?
I know in the long scheme of things it isn’t important, but I wonder if other people that write have the same problems. Or am I just insane?
It isn’t really going to stop my writing in one way or another, but there is a part of me that likes the thought of closure on the part of the process. It makes it real, in a sense. I have had so many times where I started something, and have been unable to finish it. I would like to actually finish a novel for once, and I don’t think this is necessarily stopping it right now, but I wonder how important it is to have a title.
Yeah, maybe I am insane.
- Current Mood: silly
I have wanted to write a fantasy novel since I was a kid. I was that kid that always walked around with a notepad, so I could write a new story. It started because I read the Lord of the Rings, and also the Hardy Boys (yes, I am showing my age). So as I kid the stories I usually wrote were: Hardy Boy Stories, Godzilla, and a really awful attempt at somethin that was like the lord of the rings. It was so bad that I tried unsuccessfully to erase it from my mind.
I have two stories I am thinking about. Both of them fantasy.
Story#1 is obviously driven for my love of all things Dresden Files. I want to write a story about a group of people that can do magic and use it to stop something horrible that is going to happen in modern day NYC. No vampires or werewolves, faerie courts, or 5 foot girls that can kick everythings ass. Hopefully a more gritty book about power and how it can be abused.
Story#2 is more of a medevial fantasy story of a constable that is hunting down a murderer. A fantasy/mystery novel. I have only seen it done once, and am excited about it.
I know they may not seem that original, but I ask you this. Who is original now? Most people are taking something they like from somewhere else (mythology, favorite genre) and adding their own spin to it. :)
- Current Mood: excited