Often when I am asked about my new novel, ‘The Headmaster’s Wager’, I am asked about my memories of my late grandfather. This does not surprise me. After all, I have written a book in which the protagonist, Percival Chen, shares many characteristics with my grandfather. Percival is the headmaster of an English school in wartime Vietnam, as was my grandfather. Percival lives most of his adult life in Vietnam but is ethnically Chinese, and this is crucial to his sense of identity. In addition to being a successful educator and entrepreneur, he is a gambler, drinker, and womanizer. All of these qualities in Percival are inspired by my grandfather. I choose that word carefully – inspired. The book is a work of fiction, and is not ‘based upon’ my grandfather’s life. It does not memorialize him or recount his actions or memories. Instead, it picks up on a thread of his life, and an era he experienced.

Terrilor has definitely not always been a peaceful nation. Even from the very beginning, when men first came to the island, they warred with the native elves. Over the many generations since humankind first arrived in Terrilor, much has happened. Wars have been fought between powerful men with mighty armies at their backs. Rebellions have been staged, with the peasantry overthrowing their tyrannical masters. The slave trade was abolished, and bitter war erupted from this. Wealth has been acquired and lost, friendships made and broken, Gods have reigned and been forgotten. Since the overthrowing of the Naburan Kings, however, peace has reigned for nigh on two centuries. However, this seemingly endless peace is shaken to its very core when, out of nowhere arises a new god, one that no one has heard of. The Forgotten One, Varkanah, God of Blood and Lord of Hell, is hungry from long years of starvation. For generations he has gone without that which gives him sustenance: blood. When Varkanah’s new prophet, a mysterious magician called Balahim, leads an army against the serene prairie village of Valdi and slaughters the people there for Varkanah’s thirst, the only survivors, a young man named Saeran Randsly and his cousin Drennan, seek revenge for the death of their family. What readers are saying about “A Sacrifice for Varkanah”: “The way you write is very polished and refined, and I believe that it has true potential.” “I've been meaning to read this for a while and I have to say, I'm really glad I did. This seriously is the best fantasy I've ever read on Wattpad.” “I added, voted, fanned, and liked. If there were a "Love" option, I'd definitely choose it.”

Sam is the most promising swordsman among this year’s crop of Paladin trainees...and knows it. Brash, cocky, and unbeatable with a sword (well, almost), Sam is the kingdom of Thule’s best hope against the violence wrought by demons. The only problem is that Sam is really Lady Samantha, daughter of the seventeenth Duke of Haywood, and if her father has his way, she’ll be marrying a Paladin, not becoming one. But Sam has never held much interest in playing damsel-in-distress, and so she rescues herself from a lifetime of boredom and matrimonial drudgery. Pity that Tristan Lyons, the Paladin assigned to train her, is none other than the hero of her childhood. He hasn’t recognized her as Lady Samantha--yet-- but if he does, he’ll take away her sword and send her packing. Sam is not the only trainee hiding secrets: Braeden is a half-demon with a dark past that might be unforgivable. Sam, Braeden and Tristan set out for the western coast, charged with rooting out an infestation of demons that has made the West unlivable. As they travel, they uncover a deep-seated corruption of power that threatens to derail everything they stand for. Rebellion stirs, led by a rival faction of warriors who tempt Sam to join them with an irresistible offer. A war between men is coming, and Sam must pick a side. Will saving the kingdom cost her life -- or just her heart? Reminiscent of Mulan, but with a medieval fantasy twist, Paladin is a tale of adventure, action, and romance.

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.

There was a time when the king of the human world raged war between humans and dragonkind, forcing their rulers to seal the portal between both worlds and leave the one thing they loved above all else behind. Now, in a land full of turmoil, one huntress learns of her bloodline and how she alone has the ability to harness her dragon's power and save both lands. Will she be able to free the human citizens from their tyrant leader and save her own people from extinction? Or will she fall prey to those wanting to use her powers for their own greed? *Currently working on re-writes of this story. Will be awhile* -3/14/23 *Cover is made by Christina aka Surehuinel from deviantart.com, her work is amazing please check it out http://surehuinel.deviantart.com/