A book is a living thing--all it needs is your soul and heart to breathe
A story should be an explosion of ideas

WHITELOC:
Fen Rolec is a Kelumar law enforcer tasked with an assignment in a world created a long, long time ago...
   
 "Follow me!" Wizener said as he got up. We all headed toward the edge of the deck. Spread out far below us was a mass of people encircling the Tree-hundreds upon hundreds milling about with more in all the directions flying toward us.

     "I don't think the top will hold them all!" I said to Wizener.

     "No worries," he smiled and winked at me. "Meet me at the top at twilight?"

    "All right. Just be sure that they can see and hear. So many!" I said as I scanned them all. I then noticed Daomar smiling at me. "I didn't ask them to come," I whispered to her.
   "You didn't have to. Their hearts came to you," was all she said as we watched people gathering all around below us with their hustle-bustle."
--Chapter 26 The Tree Cisum

"The writing is beautiful, and it brings music along as if you can hear the sound of the cisum.
There is a certain mysticism of the words, almost imperceptible, like the wind, but there, nonetheless.
This reminds me of The Lord of the Rings and Rivendell a bit. I can sense the Tolkien influence here :) This is definitely something different from anything I've ever read on Wattpad. In a good way, of course  :)" @angelapoppe
 Author "The Moonlight Boy"

GASLIGHT SUMMERTIME REFLECTIONS
Much before Whiteloc incubated poems surfaced about life.  Always found it easy to talk to myself through a pen.  The early dates are from a teenager in the 60's what I felt and saw, some applicable to today.


BITS & PIECES
My Mom's writings of family's stories and times, setting in the 60's and before.  Memories mixed with life and blended into stories in a small town near Chicago suddenly inflated to the boundaries, capturing a time forever gone and some of its people.