Isaiah Le Istya

Having purchased the novel via the Kickstarter, I received my E-copy of the Unseen Hand by @inksorcery  and promptly began a rereading of it.(After all, why purchase a book if not to read it.)
          
          As someone who generally steers away from romance, *he says, throwing a towel over his own book to hide his hypocrisy*, I am always cautious when it comes to any romance in a story, predominantly because I've seen it done poorly so many times.
          
          And yet, at the conclusion of this book, i found myself not only satisfied with the romance arc, but I also believed in it. This book is incredible, and while I am obligated to add an erotic content warning, I highly recommend it. 
          
          You can still get a copy via inksorcery.com, and trust me; it's well worth it. 

Just a reminder that the slurry of notifications you just received should be unilaterally ignored if you, like me, are a narrative completionist. I was just playing out draft 1. and Draft Two will be published separately.
          LLAP,
          Isaiah Le Istya

Missed you

How are ye daein', lads an' lassies frae a' aboot the globe? 
          
          Whether you're looking fer bonnie information tae ken, o' jest somethin' tae make ye cantie, here's a book fer yer digestin'.
          
          Also, @Arveliot, I'm sharing this every where.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/217845253

Hey Everyone, make sure you check out @inksorcery's Kickstarter to selfpublish their novel, Unseen Hand. For 17 dollars, you can get a hard cover, fabric wrapped, signed and hand numbered copy of a limited release.
          
          Trust me; the book is well worth it.
          
          https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/inksorcery/fantasy-novel-the-unseen-hand
          

You know, I never realized how impactful folk music was on my writing, because Tolkien was indubitably moreso and overshadowed as such, but Luke Kelly singing Song For Ireland is probably largely responsible for any pronationalism in my novels.

Question for my fellow writers and readers:
          What are your opinions on Dream Expansions as short stories?

I am not one who would cease to speak,
          Whether in a crowd or with a few,
          And while my heart is rather meek,
          My thoughts and ramblings tend to spew.
          
          But still my tongue cannot but rest,
          When leaves and green are all around,
          For how can my words better the best,
          When the truest beauty has been found.
          
          Neath the roots of mighty oak,
          And by the lowly mountain stream,
          My heart lies undisturbed and low,
          With jays' song and faunas' dream
          
          The trees, both pine and spruce,
          Mingle with maple and ash,
          Never bound to mortal truce
          On the sylvan mountain pass.
          
          But in my silence wand'ring still,
          My heart forbodes my will to roam,
          For other lands, much greener, will
          Never match the beauty of our home.
          
          On estuary's resplendent side,
          Its humble beauty steals my heart,
          And fills me with an eager pride,
          For homeland hills I must depart.
          
          The shores of my ancestral line,
          Call me hither as I grow old,
          But I cannot help but look behind,
          And the land of my youth behold.
          
          In a foreign land I'll die,
          And my body will lie in the glen,
          But from that tomb my soul will fly,
          And I'll see the sylvan hills again
          

The beauty of the druid folk,
          Who dwelled in hills in time before.
          And with the ancient willow spoke,
          The tribal beauty of yonder shore
          
          
          In nature and in gilded wood,
          In harmony, the druids wove.
          A spell and song where soft they stood.
          And against them, nature never strove
          
          This soaring song spoke not of peace.
          But neither did it speak of war,
          For the druids did balance keep,
          Of Tribal Beauty on yonder shore
          
          Together 'neath the boughs of tree,
          The druids dwelled in Nature's arms,
          Life Unrestrained and always free,
          As The Mother kept them safe from harms
          
          But times have changed and I have cried,
          A sadness striking to the core,
          For mankind bears no welling pride,
          For Tribal Beauty on yonder shore
          
          With axe and saw, they hew at oak,
          That saw the dawning of the land,
          And sees now beneath man's vain cloak,
          The bitterest poison of his hand
          
          The willow stands and soft she weeps,
          For the loss of those times of yore,
          in solitude, her visage grieves,
          For tribal beauty on yonder shore.
          
          How can all mankind pay no mind,
          To loss of life and nature's end?
          When they seek only death and grind,
          The shelter given down into sand
          
          I stand and weep with willow's drove,
          with oak and ash and sycamore,
          Together in the sullen grove.
          weeping for lost beauty on the shore

Hey friends, 
          I know not all of you are Christians, and that's fine. I will never force my beliefs upon you. But I have a friend who could use some prayers.
          
          Without going into too much detail, out of respect for her, she is trying to join the military and it doesn't look good, according to my father, who is her Navy Contact. Her past history and health are concerns, but I believe in a God who can do anything. So if you do believe in God, and wouldn't mind sending up a prayer; I would be in your debt.
          
          "All things are possible through Christ Jesus who strengthens me."
          
          "Nothing is impossible with God."
          
          With the utmost sincerity and gratitude fathomable,
          Isaiah Oakley