Excerpts from Paladin’s Way ~ Alcine

This week’s excerpt.  Enjoy.  

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000030_00050]With his thirst slaked Gib rose to his feet to check out the area where the noises seemed to be coming from. As he drew nearer to the little pool the sound of playful laughter grew cleared and closer. Gib felt a strange pull toward the little area of calm water. He could see the reflections now, of the trees that surrounded the trail. With each step toward the still area of the stream he felt a peaceful lassitude settle like a warm cloak around him. He would just go to the edge and look into the water. He felt a certainty that if he did everything would all be alright again. There would a peaceful rest for him. Drawing closer and closer to the unmoving water he watched with a detached feeling as the waters turned so black they were mirror-like. Just a few steps now and he would see the answer.

It would be beautiful.

Gib was so focused on his wish to see the beautiful still pool he didn’t see the tawny form streaking straight at him from the tree line, muscles rippling as it closed the distance between them. It was low and fast and big.

If you’re seeing these I hope you enjoy these small appetizers.  Your comments are welcome.  Please feel free to share with any of your friends that love a good story.  I’m excited to be bringing this out.  It’s a big tale with huge characters.  I hope you come to love them as much as I do.

May you and yours be well this day.

Lee (and Cella) 

Excerpts from Paladin’s Way ~ Alcine

Book 2 coming to Amazon this summer.  This week’s excerpt.  Enjoy!

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000030_00050]Rex froze and was staring directly at the opening. A low, menacing growl was coming from somewhere deep in the massive chest of the dog. His ears had flattened back against his head and a ridge was running from the nape of his neck to the end of his tail which was standing straight out behind him. Rex crouched, which made him look a little crablike and was moving sideways out of the direct line of the opening. Gib felt an undefinable awareness that made the hair prickle on the back of his neck. And try as he might he couldn’t tell what it was about this thing that was spooking him. He just had a feeling that there was something waiting behind that plane of light. It was huge and hungry. It could see them and it was waiting.

Patiently.

How Can I Be a Writer? I’m not ____

Had to share this. It’s good.

theryanlanz's avatarRyan Lanz

by Morgan S. Hazelwood

How Can I Be a Writer?

There are so many images of writers: smoking, coffee guzzling, depressed alcoholics pouring their hearts and souls into their words. Those grizzled, introverted men who know writing is their raison d’être*, their one, true calling!

I don’t look like that.

I don’t smoke, nor drink coffee**, and I rarely drink alcohol, even socially. I’m about as ungrizzled as a person can be***.

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