Book 1 in the Tokorel series. Life, death, romance and archaeology will drastically change the histories of two civilizations and create tensions that only the prophecy could predict. One non-believer, however, is thrown into the middle of it all and refuses to accept that she could be the center of the words of her enemy. Will she become the salvation of two worlds or their destructive force?
Drew has been writing all of his life, or at least from the time he knew what words and stories could do. In second grade he was writing audio plays and now, many...many years later, he's still writing. He's written the Tokorel sci-fi series, which has received numerous accolades, great reviews and awards, and numerous other books both fantastic and original. He loves sci-fi and fantasy but he also writes non-fiction as well. He lives in Fort Collins, Colorado with his wonderful family and runs a video production company to pay the bills, in addition to working for the city Parks Department. He loves people, so feel free to Email him anytime if you have questions about his books or want to chat. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I've always wondered about people and how they deal with loss. Some people are strong or at least seem strong in public, but mourn in private. Others can let it out emotionally no matter where they are, showing the world their sadness at the loss of someone so dear. Our hero, Linsora, is a very strong woman, but even at a time like this her actions can be unpredictable and erratic. How do you act when you experience a loss? See if what Linsora experiences sounds familiar to you in this short excerpt.
She had no tears left. Her face felt stiff with the salty remains of those she had shed during the night. No need to wash them off. No need to feel anything anymore, except empty. Her mother didn’t spend an undue period mourning her father, but then they had both lived long lives together. And her mother had died soon after her father, so perhaps she did mourn. Linsora had cried private tears at both of their deaths, she remembered, but never - NEVER - had she felt like this. There had always been hope, something bright and beckoning ahead. Now, right now, she thought, there is nothing: no sadness, no anger, no prospect for joy, and most of all, no energy left to spend on anything.