- Boston, MA, USA
- member since March 12, 2013
Hello Ms. Swartz,
Let me paint a picture with words:
You are in a forest with the sounds of a flowing brook nearby. A light breeze brings in the scent of pine trees and honeysuckles. You look up and hear a woodpecker on a nearby tree echoing through the woods and it brings a smile. Never having been on this forest path you follow a peculiar trail of roses that starts on the trail and leads off into the deeper woods. It’s a strange place for cultivated roses. One rose after another; they beckon you to follow them. The scent is light and wonderful, sparkles of purple float up from the flowers into the wind and drift off.
“What on Earth?” In a hole in an oak tree you find three small bottles of honey. A single drop of honey on your tongue is so sweet and delicious as if you haven’t eaten in a week.
“That is my honey.” The voice is a big one though not threatening.
You come face to face with the big red dragon. “Oh my.”
You have a nice shelf.
I hope you are reading lots of interesting books.
Knights of the Dragon:
Leander is under siege. It seems their wizard is dying. A dragon befriends a boy and hires knights to save his kingdom. Alexa is a match for any man, except perhaps for Stone; they’ve had eyes for one another for years, though neither will admit it. A dragon is born that turns out to be a wizard, a rare dragon indeed.
And there are whispers of a boy wizard.
It’s a tale of wizards, dragons, romance and knights.
Unrealistic or not my writing gives me hope. But with something like 50 000 books published every month it is a little discouraging. I didn’t think there were that many writers.