The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
~Rabindranath Tagore
May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun
And find your shoulder to light on,
To bring you luck, . . . more
I enjoy spending time in a quiet place, where I'm able to mutter down a few thoughtful lines at a time. Walks through nature help open my senses, and help me get into touch with my more creative side. I'm always looking for new ways to learn more about myself.
I'm considering starting a group and was thumbing through members' profiles for people that might want to join. Your love of Fantasy caught my eye.
I have just published an epic fantasy novel called The Occuscript--Wizards, Mystics, Mages, Sorcerers, Dragons, Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Griffins, Pixies, Fairies, Harpies, Trolls, Ogres, Minotaurs, Goblins, Gargoyles--they're all there. Below is a description of the book. If you think you might be interested in joining the group, please message me back. After I see what kind of interest is out there, I'll figure out if it's worth doing.
Deep in a cavern within the mysterious forests of The Wilds, a magical book is found. Some will skim its blank chapters and find a single page completely visible to them. Its runes and symbols will magically endow them with all knowledge of a particular subject. Physicians will magically cure the infirm, warriors will become individual forces of destruction, and dragons will once again have their riders.
But the knowledge revealed by the last three visible chapters will attract the attention of powerfully evil forces. Coveted by all and revealed to a select few, these pages will fuel intrigues, battles and a Prophecy-driven quest.
Ominously, the last page of The Occuscript is blank. Forces of The Onyx plot to seize the magical book for their own dark purposes. With opposition mounting, forces of The Pearl struggle to deliver the sacred book to Castle Ironhinge, so the one who must pen The Last Chapter can rescue their world from certain annihilation.
