I am retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Quest Books set in these worlds.Q&A With the Author:
5. What
is your favorite part of writing?
When I’ve finally figured out the
path that my characters need to take, and I get the rewriting finished.
6. Do
you have any advice for other writers?
Keep
plugging along even when what you envisioned isn’t working. There is a path to
the solution, you just have to keep writing and thinking.
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At the dawn of Camelot, one young girl is about to take her place beside the greatest king in England’s history….
She is a mere child of twelve. But in these medieval days, this is the age when childish things must be put away and greater responsibilities accepted—all in preparation for a betrothal of marriage.
For young Lady Guinevere, on the advent of her thirteenth Birth Day, the whole idea is quite unbearable. After all, what could be better than spending her youth playing with her best friend Cedwyn, roaming the grounds around the castle looking for mythical creatures or hunting rabbits?
However, the wizard Merlyn—her teacher and friend—knows that destiny has a way of catching up with a person. His arrival sets in motion a series of events that will lead Guinevere to her destiny whether she is ready for it or not.
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Guinevere stood by the door. In between glares at Cedwyn, she kept looking
out into the bailey courtyard.
"Hurry
up, Cedwyn. Merlyn’s going to leave
without us,” she whispered, not wanting to wake Brynwyn.
"I'm
comin'," he replied, pulling on his other shoe.
Ready
at last, the two hurried toward the castle gate and Merlyn. The sun was just starting to peek over the
horizon.
"Humph! About time!" Merlyn said as they reached
him. "Not able to get enough
sleep? Maybe dreaming of dragons?!" He chuckled as Cedwyn's expression betrayed
the fact that he had had a very restless night.
"Well, it's daylight now.
Dragons sleep in the light so we should have a very uneventful
trip. All we have to do is find King
Pellinore and that darn bratchet dog!
Let's hurry up now. We have
plenty of forest to cover and who knows what we will come across," he
finished as he marched out of the castle gate and toward the forest, his long
strides threatening to leave them behind.
"Do
dragons really sleep in the day? Merlyn,
how come you said we would have an unev'ntful trip when we don't know what we
will come across?" Cedwyn asked as he and Guinevere hurried after Merlyn.
Merlyn
just chuckled and motioned them to follow.
"One never knows what the forest will reveal, but at least it won't
be dragons!"
"What
does he mean, Guin'ver?" Cedwyn
asked, confused by Merlyn's double talk.
"I'm
not sure, but let's not let him get too far in front." She glanced ahead. Merlyn was just ducking under the edge of the
forest canopy. Nervously, she looked
around, mindful of the last time that she and Cedwyn had been in the
forest. Thankfully, nothing appeared to
be moving in the tall grass on either side of them.
"Do
you think we’ll run into that wild pig again?
Will it remember that you were the one that shot it?" Cedwyn asked.
He had additional questions, but Guinevere turned and put her finger to
her lips.
"If
you keep talking so loud, it will find us.
So be quiet and hurry. Merlyn's
already out of sight."
Cedwyn
looked up the path, but Merlyn was nowhere to be seen. He started to panic. Once they stepped under the dark green forest
canopy and out of the sunlight, Merlyn’s flowing grey robe appeared just ahead
of them. Cedwyn heard Guinevere's sigh
echo his.
Merlyn
waited until they caught up before choosing a hidden path through the scrub
brush. The trio moved in deeper in the
forest, Merlyn in the lead. Guinevere
came next. She followed somewhat
hesitantly, her and Cedwyn’s run-in with the boar still vivid in her mind. Her heart raced faster at the thought of
meeting another one.
Cedwyn
came last, at times having to run to keep up with Merlyn's pace. Of course, it would have been easier if he
hadn’t kept stopping to investigate the brown and green vegetation all
around. He wasn’t looking for the bugs,
worms, or small creatures common around the castle. No, what Cedwyn watched for was whatever
Merlyn referred to when he told them that he didn't know what the forest had in
store for them. He wanted to be ready,
but for what he wasn't sure.
"Guin'ver?"
he asked as he caught up to her where the path widened. "What do you think Merlyn thinks might
be in the forest?"
"I
don't know," she replied, catching herself looking around. "Let's just stay close. Merlyn can take care of anything that comes
near.”
"Now,
I wouldn't be so quick to say that, Lady Guinevere," Merlyn said as he stopped.
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