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.
They say that with age comes wisdom. There are times when we need to look to those who came before us, in order to discover what we need to do to secure our future. We often come face to face with that wisdom, and it can be an unpleasant experience when we are learning, growing and in the wrong. Please enjoy this short excerpt from my book, "Khizara" available October 1, 2020. I know that you're going to love it!
The older man burst into a short, static laugh. “You give yourself far too much credit. No one is altruistic. Not even you. Your eyes are not meeting mine. Are you afraid I’ll see the ambition behind them?” He walked the short distance to the young visitor. When they stood inches apart, he reached up to trace the outline of a scar on the younger man’s face. It ran the length of his face from just beneath his left eye arcing toward his mouth and ending at his jaw “When you’re as old as I am, that scar and others will disappear behind the folds of age, but the memory of it will never leave you. The memory of the perils you’ve faced will never leave those who care for you. I care for you. Understand, and always know that. If you fail, the failure is only for now. Circumstances will present themselves again even without you. Think about what is necessary and what is simply expedient.”