from the tips of my fingers and silent words produced by my tongue...I give you this preview of book 2.....before it's begun....
my body is bruised and
broken, i cannot see all who surround me.
the trees and land shout an incendiary plea. the wizard's hat casts a shadow upon me and
he pours a draught passed my silenced lips and i feel it burn and a horrid
taste is upon my tongue, as if ash and vile death flow as a river and my mouth
the lake it empties into. with my last effort as a living being, i swallow and
my pain subsides as i drift into a former dream.
have you read: Alana of the East and the Shadow Beast?
