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CCC220: Of Frost Giants and Wood Elves
The wood-elves danced till breaking dawn. But breaking dawn brought down the frost. “Too soon!” some few still-sober dancers roared, which to the rushing swirling waters beneath the bridge sounded more like a rustling, less than a whispering. The frost-giants’ … Continue reading
A BIG THANK YOU
To all my readers, past, present & future, I’d like to say a big BIG THANK YOU. I send love & good cheer to you and yours at this turning of the year For all my books viewauthor.at/crispinakemp
It’s Not Too Late
As any writer will tell you, there’s no such thing as too many beta readers. They are the most valuable, treasured part of the writing process. So if you’ve been toying, but yet undecided, there is still time. Alsalda Bear … Continue reading
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Update: Books Past, Present and Future
Gosh, two updates in one year, what’s going on here. Three things. 1: Once again, I’ve a need of beta readers In Hare and Adder (Book One, Alsaldic Lands Trilogy) Hegrea is denied the granary she’d been promised as a child … Continue reading
CCC191: Two Hundred and Thirty-Seven Days
One thousand days of walking, that’s what the story told. One thousand days from the west coast, where I was currently residing, to the east coast where I’d been sent to gather the shells. Yellow tourmaline shells, themselves the subject … Continue reading
CCC189: Changes
I was first born a stag and three hundred years I lived as he. But without a doe, or one of my kind, life paled and I was glad to change. I next became an eagle soaring high. Three hundred … Continue reading