Author of The Prophecy of the Kings

I was day dreaming, staring deep into the dying embers of the coal fire, my eyeballs dry from the heat as I ignored the howl of the wind on a bitter January night. I jumped when a knock at the door interrupted my reverie. This was an insistent knock, a loud demanding knock; one that shattered the calm, refusing to be ignored. Sighing, I w

“Please, Emma,” Kaplyn said, giving her his most charming smile and using his softest tones normally reserved for
special occasions, and this rated very high on his list of special occasions.
Emma pouted and Kaplyn knew he had won and she would do as he wanted, but for the sake of the game he continued the flattery. “You are very special to me and when I return…”
“And what will happen when you return? I am a serving maid. That is all…,” Emma flashed and Kaplyn knew he had made a m

“Lay the body there,” Chanathan said pointing.
The three men carrying the corpse dropped their burden with a meaty thud to the forest carpet. The men looked disgusted by their task and there was no reverence in the way they dropped the corpse. An owl hooted and one of the men looked around, fear glinting in his eyes as he scanned the hidden recesses between the trees.
“It’s an owl,” one of his companions said. Chanathan could hear the tenderness in the voice. Only months ago the sight