Annakoski Stories

What do you say when you are informed you are to be married when they pull you to the altar? What do you say when the trip you and your family had taken to the neighbouring fair folk realm for 'peace talks', had been in fact your very own wedding that you had not been told of? What do you say when you stare at the seventh prince to the Northern Highland realms that is home to the fair folk, as you both stand before a priest waiting for you to say something, anything? What do you say with the weight of human and fair folk eyes weighing down on your shoulders as you try to breathe through the panic you feel is crushing you? What do you say at everything shoving down at you because peace between the lands hang in the balance and all that can tip it is your words? Me? I said I do.

Nearly fifty light years away from earth, a lone space ship lands at a space port, and the lone human steps out into the first contact being made in the first time in nearly a thousand years.

This book right here, is a basic outline of story or series ideas for the various books and series I have. So if you would like to see what's going on in my brain at the moment for story idea, please step right in!

Put on a pilgrimage ship to another planet, due to family debt she cannot escape, Anita Myers was resigned to her fate. A farmer by trade, she understood what she was getting into. She would help settle the 'new frontier', plant crops, catch dysentery probably, and then be buried in the backyard of her little dirt house. Except that didn't happen. Their ship crashed. On a completely different planet. And as someone with emergency response training, Anita is thrown into a mass casualty event, without a sterile medical environment, on a planet she doesn't even know the name of. Except the longer they are on the surface, the more things aren't what they seem, and the more she realizes, they might not be alone. Especially when, in the middle of the night. She stumbles across a large, winged alien, who studies her with an intensity that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up. --- The great mother was broken apart, a silver sword sliced through her great blue and pierced the ground. And now there are strange creatures on our land. Strange creatures, with even stranger customs, and one looks at me with eyes like the great blue and a name of the great mother. I must have her, she must welcome me into her ke'tuk, the avatar of the great mother must bring me home.

Some old, some new, some unseen. A collection of poems by AMLKoski

The Humans and the Exloks have never gotten along. But two ships and one journey changes everything.