Winter has really been hard this year. I went through to look at a comparison to last year and yes! It is colder. I have been wrapped up in blankets and not being a good writer the past few weeks. I have been reading instead. Reading, that thing I hope everyone does.

Now I wasn’t sure if I wanted to put up an excerpt here. I don’t have a new cover of course. While I have covers for the upcoming collections I have posted them all ready. I don’t even have a new drabble for you this time and I am still working on the new Loralil book. So just what should I post this week? I missed last week and I really owe you wonderful readers something. But what to put up? I was going to post up some of the reviews I have received but my computer is being difficult and not letting me do that. So I will give you a part of chapter two from A Fragile Peace: Found. This book will have two parts…found and broken…let me know what you think!


Chapter Two

While the Elf woman did not return to the coma-like state of the past few weeks, she refused to speak. She slowly joined in with the day-to-day chores of living. From cleaning up after meals to taking care of the horses that the others had brought back. She would occasionally play the harp that the Priestess had left her but never were anyone could watch. The music would drift out on the air from the stable, wordless tunes of heart breaking clarity, but as soon as anyone went near, she would stop and walk away.

It seemed that animals were all she desired. Levy watched her from across the paddock as she worked. This woman was tragedy walking. From the massacre in her early life, to the death of her uncle, she was the center of too much pain. For years after losing his wife, Katlin, he had silently blamed the girl. He knew it was wrong; after all she had been put through so much. By the time Mika had finally found her, she had been through so much that he had been surprised she had survived.

Age and experience had taught him much. The headstrong young mage who had set out on the quest with the others was gone now. When he had gone back to Mer’Beryl to tell Katlin’s family of her death, they had turned him out of the city, blaming him. They refused to accept their son and it was the years of raising Jason alone that taught him that blame was a poison that he did not need. He had let go blaming the girl and turned it toward the being that it belonged to. When Jason had slipped off to hunt down Elvenbane he had been angry, but swiftly realized that his son was just following in his own footsteps.

He smiled as he thought of his son. The boy was amazing blend of himself and Katlin and raising him brought home just how important family was to the elves. While the High Elves of Mer’Beryl refused to see half breeds as Elven, the people of Karleen’s village did. The women had cooed over the small boy who had lost his mother. They circled close and the boy had grown up much like himself. Magic was strong in them both, as was attraction to elf maidens it seemed.

Jason led his own horse toward Loralil. While Levy had been ruminating on his past she had finished up with his horse and sent it into the paddock to graze. He shook his head and smiled watching as once more Jason tried to get the silent maiden to talk to him. She simply looked at him, stepping back to allow the horse come between them. Once more his son was trying to get her to speak. Using every bit of the charm that he had, yet she continued to ignore his overtures.

“It as been months, Karleen. She still refused to interact with anyone other than the horses.” Levy turned to look at the healer as she walked up behind him.

“I know,” Karleen sighed. “I have done all I can with her, my friend.”

“Then you agree?”

Karleen nodded. “I spoke to your son this morning. He plans on heading out tomorrow. The Healers at Tal’sin should be able to bring her back fully, if anyone can.” Tears filled her eyes as she watched Loralil ignore Jason. “When I try to reach her there is such a strong wall between her and the world. This is not what he would have wanted. She might be here, might be reacting, but she is still lost.”

Levy reached for his friend and gently wrapped her in his arms. “I know. You have done much, much more than I thought you would, but we are not Elves. I truly believe that only another Elf will be able to reach her and help her live with the guilt that she is carrying.”

Karleen studied his face closely then. She knew that for a time he had carried a similar pain. She had spent a long time helping him deal with his wife’s death at the same time that he was healing from the physical damage that cost him mobility for a time. She reached with her gift and found his heart truly had healed and that he held a hope for the niece of his old friend; the hope that the right type of healer would help her find a way to come back from her own deep well of emotion.


I have a lot of plans for this novel and I hope that it comes out even better than the previous two tales have. Loralil has the most partial stories on my hard drive right now. With nine partial tales waiting to be told, fans of Loralil will have stories to read for years to come. When I get to them of course! Well back to work!