A story about a young boy that goes to a different universe where magic exists he now has magic brand on his forehead and a fairy friend that saves him for curtain death. What will happen to him, he'll have to learn how to use the power impossible to survive he now waits for what fate has in store.

[WINNER OF A WATTY AWARD 2019 IN THE LITERARY FICTION CATEGORY!!!!] "We always want to know what the dead would tell us if they could tell us anything at all. We invent ghosts. Ouija boards. We make mediums and psychics stinking rich, getting them to talk to those who aren't around anymore. I could just play that game. I could play the messenger of Death. Even if just for a while; I could make something out of the miracle that I am." Cover art credit: Janice Sung

Poems Based Around Fantasy

Although they dont always rhyme, to me poetry is as easy as breathing. I find words coming easy to me and use poetry to express my deepest emotions and feelings. So here is a collection of poems i wrote on real encounters or feelings i felt at certain times Follow me and like as well as make a request on a topic on comments if you like to hear a specific topic :)

Troy's not-at-all interesting life took a different turn last summer when it was revealed that he came from a long line of wizards. His last experience in the Magic school was filled with a lot of magic, friendship, craziness and other experiences he would give anything to forget. Another summer has arrived and Troy returns to Firewalt only to find an unpleasant surprise waiting for him; He has an halfbrother. A rivalry ensued between them with Troy having the most to loose. After a very powerful enemy from the past threatened to destroy the very existence of the world of magic, the two had to team up in order to stop him. Will he succeed or will the halfwizard in him be their ultimate downfall? Book 2 in the 'Troy Sanders' trilogy. This is a sample. For the full and complete book, go to Dreame using the Dreame link in the ABOUT section of my profile or search the title at the Dreame website.

My eyes rake up and down her body as if I can see through her clothing. My lips curled up into a feral smile, never indeed I've seen a woman who has the nerve to challenge me. Stalking towards her, her pulse was racing as I inches my face closer to her ear. A smug smile split my lips as I felt her shivered. I grabbed her belly and whispered softly, soothingly, "Little girl, I can show you some lessons in submission and I promise you'll enjoy every bit of it." She began to writhe in an attempt to get free from my grasp. "I don't think so little girl, you belong to me now," I said, bringing back my eyes to meet hers, I quickly realized she could get lost in the heat of my stare-with a blissful contentment, a burst of her arousal filled into the air and she didn't have any idea that I had drank in her sweet intoxicating arousal. Of course, most mortals are clueless. In one of the split seconds, I flipped her body to the nearest sofa with a sized of bed. She stared up at me in shock. I smiled wickedly and purred, "Let's get you ready for the lesson phase one." I bent her down and she tried leaping her feet to touch the ground. I caught her legs to steady where I wanted it to be. "Fuck! Draze, let go of me!" I wrapped her neck with my left hand in a secure grip and trapped her head against the soft padding of the sofa bed. I forced her legs apart with my knee and she gasped, "What the hell are you doing?" a fierce growl released from her throat. Anger flood into her eyes but her body trembled with excitement and later squirmed with heated intensity. ******** Simple, boring existence of Miss Feighla Sreene will turn upside down when she had to live in a world where all kinds of monster coexist; that, some will try to kill her... Others want to possess her. Warning: Contains graphic intimacy, intense humor, sexual violence and other dark themes you might find upsetting. Read at your own risk.