Her touch is once frail. Neither having green thumb nor cold hands. She's never an heir. She lies. She runs. She hides. But she's been chosen To save a kingdom that is already dead. Lind Vor is a contender for the spring gauntllet. When the green kibbutz calls all the firstborn of their special elven clan during th...
Suddenly, from all the green around, Something has disappeared unnoticeably; Her presence creeping closer to marble floor, In total silence from an unknown flicker. Commanding the urgent whistling of a plover, Bringing so much solitude and passion Her voice, a beam of powerful ray A fierce request granted by the do...
[Self-published] "To be Queen is to become a thief." Velvet Vale, with a huge scar on her face, a signature of a non-beauty was captured by the Savages to enter the City of Beauty to steal The Seal of Fate-the seal holds the ultimate control over their Kingdom. She will face trials to win the crown, a bloody competi...
When Idrish is accused of killing an elven royalty, the female hunter is forced to join the winter arena in the king's favor. But as a commoner of Springgan, a country with a bloody history of slavery and hierarchy, can she protect the ones she loves...when she can barely protect herself? *** What happens when an elf...
ON-GOING | "He wished upon a falling star while she sang hymns of summer solstice." In a rainbow spectrum, Matachanna Powhatan is the water droplet; out of frame and invisible. She knew very well that she can never catch the attention of her family and tribespeople, especially when someone as great as her older sister...