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Hello, I have made this page so that you will know some of the books that I will write. If you have any questions or comments on any of these, then feel free to ask me.

All of these titles may be due to change in the future, so it may not always be this title.

Third Race

Think of a world,

         Four kingdoms,

             Four religions,

                 Four races,

                     Four princesses,

                           Four powers,

                    But only one chance to live, for them all...

It is time to decide the third race.  There have grown four in the world, but only one can survive, the others must die... Each princess has the power passed to her by the people of her kingdom, and she must use that power to live, to compete...

Myst, of the kingdom of Mysteria, has the power of mystery.  No one really knows what her powers are, some say she has different powers every day, others say she has none at all.  But, if that were true, how can you explain the strange things that always happen around her?  People healed of incurable diseases after her care?  Peoples immpossible dreams coming true after confiding in her?  It truly is a mystery...

Ravel, of the kingdom of Allumen, the dwellers of Night, has the unexplainable powers of Dark.  She can bend space into darkness, she can hide in the shadows of her own making...

Verral, of the kingdom of Varia, has the power of Illusion.  She can make people see things that are not real, dream things that could destroy them, betray everything they have ever known...

Malle, of the kingdom of Encient, has the power of Distruction.  She can destroy things with a single thought, word, or gesture.  But her powers could go out of control if she is not careful...

Only one can live and be the third race of people, all the others, must die....

Grim Dusk

The world hated me from the time I first opened my eyes to the last time I closed them, and even beyond...

          I do not remember a day of my life when I was not a slave.  I was sold to the slavers by my own father by the time I could first walk.  I never knew why I was hated so much.  Maybe because of the natural red color to my eyes, that they thought I was evil, or maybe the slight hunch to my back.  But that was not my fault, I could never change this, no matter how hard I tried.

            I remember that I was forced to reap the harvest fields, night and day, night and day, with barely a break.  I was beat every day for my slowness and I was always starved half to death. Sometimes, there were days I wished I were dead.  I was never loved by anybody.  I was hated my whole life, hated by the world I was so cruely born into.

My name was once Belial, but that is so dim in my memory that I can barely recall.  But everybody hated me from the blackness of their hearts and just called me "Reaper", that is really the only name I have ever had.

Through the years of my cursed existence, I tried to love the world, and I tried to give it all I had, even if it was not much, and the world only hated me worse.

               And then came the day, the day of my death.

My own people came to me, started beating me with my own scyth. cruely.  I called for help, but no one came, no one cared.   They left me to bleed to death in the grave yard, and I did die.

                 I do not know how I came back to life, maybe because death itself did not want me, maybe because it was my destiny.   But the next thing I remember is Cold. Is being so cold.  And it took me a few minutes in this suffering agony to remember what had happened.  I had been betrayed cruely by the world I had so tried to love.  They had left me to die alone in the cold.

                   And suddenly, my heart turned black.  I could no longer love the world, I hated it now.  I wanted revenge, on them all, on the whole world.  I wanted to punish them all for what they had done to me, and all their descendants!

           I took up my scyth and I suddenly knew that it was my destiny. I would reap the souls of those who had taken mine.

           And so now, through all these ages, everyone has feared me as I had once feared them, and I have come to be known as the Grim Reaper.  The reaper of souls...

Avolaya

" I always knew there was something wrong, something not quite right.

Maybe it was the haunted look in my peoples eyes, or how everyone just seemed to drift in their own misery, or, maybe how most of us wake up in the middle of the night, screaming of terror, of what, I do not know.  None of us remember anything before living in our kingdom of Avolaya, except, I do believe some of them are just lying to us, and I knew I had to figure out why.  But little did I know, the horrors of the real truth... "

Welcome to the kingdom of Avolaya, the land of the dead.

             Most do not know they are dead, only that there is something they are not being told.  Some realize only when they feel the pains of their death, remember the terrors of dying.  But one girl knew she had to find out what was wrong...

Endale, of the kingdom of Avolaya, leaves her kindom in the middle of the night, travels on foot across the whole world, to the land of the living, forbidden to her people.  Where she finds her family, or, once family.  But she does not remember them at all.  She is not welcome back into her own home, because, to the world, she is a ghost.  Only her sister alone recognizes her, she helps her to remember her life, her family, everything that she once held dear, and about her murder...

Endale is offered, by the king of the dead, to live her life again, to forget everything, to forget Avolaya.  But only on one condition.  If she brings a soul to Avolaya to take her place, and it must be the soul of her killer...