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Okay, so this is the short story I published.
Just because I have put it here doesn't mean I want you to buy it.
In fact... Don't.
Don't even look at it. I'll be quite put out if you do purchase it. So don't...
On the world of Génãrō, deep in the heart of its vast swamp, Taren Fairwater finds himself lost and alone on his Waterhog. (A single engine Waterbike) With night fast approaching and a storm bearing down on him and his compass broken, he must find shelter off the mirror black waters and the creatures that live beneath it or he won’t survive the night. His journey of survival will lead him to discover a secret that has lain dormant deep in the heart of the swamp for a thousand years, and a letter addressed to whomsoever finds it with an interesting request.
Don't believe everything you read!!!
Such a good read.
Very easy to read, lovely story thats easy to get drawn into. Such an engaging story. Looking forward to the authors next piece.
5 star review. Andy George
This is a fantastic book! A must-read for young adults. I highly recommend!
5 star review. Amazon Books.
This story draws you in right from the first sentence. The story unfolds at a fast pace that kept me turning pages.
4 star review. Dawn
Work In Progress
A lot has happened since Taren’s adventure, Lost in the Swamp.
Shortly after Taren’s return, Arlon, his adoptive father was killed protecting Taren from a Zagaroth. Taren who was gravely wounded during the attack made a gruelling three day trip back to Lorn with the body of Arlorn in their crippled boat. Once Taren recovered from his wounds he packed what little processions he had onto his Waterhog’s saddlebags and rode off into the heart of the great swamp, fleeing the guilt from those who blamed him for Arlorn’s death.
Five years on, Taren’s guilt has not wained and is still tormented by Arlorn’s dying breath and his unintelligible last words, but through this he has found some consolation in the form of a wild Teebit cub he rescued shortly after returning to the place he now calls home. Over the five years the Teebit has grown into a fearsome specimen from its small beginnings, surpassing others of its kind. But despite its ferocious appearance a bond has grown between the two of them and the wild Teebit has accepted Taren as its master, …although it does leave a considerable amount of shedded hair on Taren’s bed when he away on long trips.
Taren days are filled exploring the swamp, cataloguing the sights and sounds he discovers and adding his findings to the journals left behind by the order that lived there before the fall, or searching through the annals for any clue to the necklace round his neck, the one found on him when he was abandoned on the steps of Gwell as a baby. A necklace that even with all his searching is no closer to finding the answer to the one question that has haunted him all his life[ days discovering the wonders the swamp has to offer, or spends rainy days or his evenings by the open fire pouring over the extensive collection of books and annals left behind by those that have gone before. But even through all this, there is on question that haunts his mind, the question that no amount of searching can uncover,
…Who am I
All this changes when late one stormy night a woman washes up on Taren’s doorstep bearing the mark of the Highland Temple, her only words in her fleeting moment of consciousness.
“Is the Princess alive?”