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?
It's important to me to get my stories to the public in memory of my parents and now my mother-in-law. They loved my stories and I believe that you will too! Here's information about me: 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 email@example.com.
We all have different things that amuse us. Personally, I'm amused very easily having been a father for years and years and mostly, because I'm a guy and will probably never grow up. As a result, I find numerous situations slightly more than silly and laugh at almost everything! Being that way I have endowed many of my characters, including Permac, with that same trait. In this case he's very amused with a woman who has been in jail for some time and is now out on a shopping spree. He finds her enthusiasm and animated actions to be something worth hiding his laughter about. See what you think and please consider reading the rest of the book, coming soon to Amazon, Nook< Kobo and Apple!
Permac pulled the hood of his cloak up. People had remarked that his blue eyes sparkled when he was amused, and right now, for the first time in his year of enduring these streets, he was highly amused. He pursed his lips, hoping the bushy beard would hide his erupting smile. He felt something like a parent taking his child out on a shopping spree. Linsora flitted from shop to shop, stopping to sniff the aromas of food that wafted from stalls and cafes. With each whip of her head, the loose auburn braid flew from side to side, allowing more wisps to escape. He had never seen her so animated in a positive way. She was simply delighted in her freedom to touch and sniff and move. He wondered how long it would last.