“There was no WWIII. There was no EMP blast. There was just the Rhain, the Fludd, and the Drayn.”
The illusionate, the possessioners, the Fallen Ones, the Shem–here is a brief recap of them in preparation of the upcoming sequel: The Grand Illusion.
This is by no means my “New Years Resolution” post, but it is my Author’s Resolution–a preemptive showing of what I have done since 2006 and what’s in store through 2021.
I am always being inspired. It takes a special kind of author to be able to self-create in mass volume, coming up with their own stories apart from any influence–which is a talent I will always strive for, but do not have.
I have grown very fond of Nom from Fauldon’s Dream–a character meant at first as but a vessel to inspire the appreciation of the many inhabitants of Euphora. But, as the case with many of my characters (and I would hope to soon be all), his own story, origin, and purpose have intrigued me greatly.
“Gathering what else I could, I came to Distontay and to the City of Ebony where I found hope of new birth as a smith of steel. But such trade bores me as it requires not the skill of a shard smith, and I have lost interest.
-Nobaph, the Shard Smith
Not much is actually known of the faerydeer. According to the Encyclopedia of the Natures of Euphora: “They appear when the bonedilies are near bloom and are renowned for the pollen they sweat, which is essential to nature’s pollination and integration of kinds, allowing species of plant to travel vast expanses and find home next to the bonedilies for protection.”