Tricked
What does a foiled prince and a clever witch have in common? Only one thing... Revenge. With little hope left that he'd win a chance to compete for the crown, Holden fears there is nothing left he can do. On the day he felt ready to give up he found Jemma left out to die. He might have left her there too, if the witch didn't swear she could help him. Jemma volunteered to help Holden so that he would save her life, at least that is what she wants him to think. Revenge might have been her stronger motivation. With a plot to solve both of their problems they agree to help each other, but will their Revenge be worth it in the end? This is a free book I give to my new newsletter subscribers! Get it here! |
Loyal to the crown
A short unedited story of our Princess Katie that takes place before The Royal Spy. One night Katie is kidnapped by a traitor who thinks one of two things will happen. 1. He'll receive ransom from the Princess's family or 2. He will turn their princess spy against them. There is only one thing he didn't count on. Katie's loyalty to the crown. Get it FREE when you join my Newsletter |
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Please enjoy my favorite poem that I've ever written!
The Magic of Fantasy
In the deep darkness of azure skies, deeper than the colors, deeper than light lies.
A silent figure now forgotten awaits the sun to rise.
But for him it never will.
He will never hear the frightened gasp of children when they draw near, or the tired whimper of a mother.
His claws lay still and cold as flaky scales grow old.
Tired perfect eyes draw to a close.
The once shining and glorious creature lies still.
His face is beaten from years past, its wrinkling showing his great age.
His burning fiery flame has long gone out.
His nostrils flare never more.
The lightning may strike, the wind may wail, but the monstrous body will stay frail.
"I am," he wishes to say. "I am the one, the only one, the only dragon."
He tries for the last time to lift his tattered paper thin wings.
Raising up on his cracked claws he tries to take up flight.
But how?
He slowly sinks to his knees, sadness filling him more greatly.
He closes his tearful eyes, powerful eyes, ever so slowly as he thinks,
"Now I am gone and forever more there will be no Dragon."
He falls over the rest of the way cringing in the darkness.
In only moments his great mouth softened to a slight smile, then he was gone.
The great creature left though he was not knwn sadness swept his memories and love covered his bones.
Forever more, for there is no dragon.
The people do not mourn the loss, for they do not know the loss.
They do not know they lost their dreams of things that could be real, that now aren't real.
They do not know the magic of fantasy that lies-- with the dragon.
By: Cassie M. Shiels
In the deep darkness of azure skies, deeper than the colors, deeper than light lies.
A silent figure now forgotten awaits the sun to rise.
But for him it never will.
He will never hear the frightened gasp of children when they draw near, or the tired whimper of a mother.
His claws lay still and cold as flaky scales grow old.
Tired perfect eyes draw to a close.
The once shining and glorious creature lies still.
His face is beaten from years past, its wrinkling showing his great age.
His burning fiery flame has long gone out.
His nostrils flare never more.
The lightning may strike, the wind may wail, but the monstrous body will stay frail.
"I am," he wishes to say. "I am the one, the only one, the only dragon."
He tries for the last time to lift his tattered paper thin wings.
Raising up on his cracked claws he tries to take up flight.
But how?
He slowly sinks to his knees, sadness filling him more greatly.
He closes his tearful eyes, powerful eyes, ever so slowly as he thinks,
"Now I am gone and forever more there will be no Dragon."
He falls over the rest of the way cringing in the darkness.
In only moments his great mouth softened to a slight smile, then he was gone.
The great creature left though he was not knwn sadness swept his memories and love covered his bones.
Forever more, for there is no dragon.
The people do not mourn the loss, for they do not know the loss.
They do not know they lost their dreams of things that could be real, that now aren't real.
They do not know the magic of fantasy that lies-- with the dragon.
By: Cassie M. Shiels
