I look at them and think baby, it's cold out. I want doughnuts and something hot...but not anything that involves another person. Why? I think because setting is a major part of my writing. I love to incorporate it. And winter... well winter is cold. I got nothing else. And I doubt the reader wants...they stepped outside into the cold. They walked to the car in the cold. The cold sucking the air from their lungs. You get the idea.
So while I love to photograph it...I'm not sure I'll ever write a story that features winter.
BUT let's talk about a story I did write ;-) And it's coming out this month!!!!! The 'nice' me wrote it. The 'nice' me does sweet romances and fantasy.
Because it's being released in February... the month of paczki's, Valentine doughnuts, and Chinese doughnuts, I'm having a give away over at my blog...https://lynceeshillard.wordpress.com
I'm giving away...journal kits...gift cards...and free copies of the story that goes with this amazing cover.
The Hollow King
Thought by most to be a simple child’s chant…
A king of no kingdom
Who walks among the living yet is void of all but breathe
He will be known as the Hollow King and will yield the Spector.
The Warrior Queen with compassion will fuel the Hope
The one who walks on two legs but has the soul of an animal will guide the Spector’s magic.
Together they will use the Spector of Hope to rid the land of evil.
Who walks among the living yet is void of all but breathe
He will be known as the Hollow King and will yield the Spector.
The Warrior Queen with compassion will fuel the Hope
The one who walks on two legs but has the soul of an animal will guide the Spector’s magic.
Together they will use the Spector of Hope to rid the land of evil.
Until creatures most thought to be make-believe start to hunt at night… Freed by Ovezara, a sorceress of what seems to be unlimited power.
Queen Taraly dying father’s command is to visit Grandmother June and learn what must be done to stop them.
King Crenshaw has lost his kingdom to the Ovezara and vows to have revenge.
Sancha returns from a hunting trip to find his father’s body torn to shreds by an evil so dark people refuse to acknowledge it.
The three unite to find the fabled Spector of Hope. As their quest starts to unfold, they realize that the line between good and evil is often blurred. What they believed to good is twisted. Can they locate the Spector of Hope in time to restore good and save all from the evil Ovezara unleashes?
3 comments:
Love the concept "What they believed to be good is twisted." And "The Spector of Hope?" would that that be real. I believe Hope is what gets us through tough times. Thanks Lyncee!!!
Great title and cover, too! Wow!
Your story sounds wonderful! love the cover.
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