“There was no WWIII. There was no EMP blast. There was just the Rhain, the Fludd, and the Drayn.”
“Everything you do, every jot and tittle, will be read by someone else, for the sum of your acts is always written and never overlooked. Time is the great reader of everything. Time is always reading.
Time will read you. Time will tell. Time will remember.”
Oh, Mascugani—what an odd old tale to tell…
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.
Everyone wants their next book to be the next best thing–just like the first: exhilarating and original.
It is here. Join Mr Fauldon in his daring venture into a realm that captivated so many from the Grand Attraction. That’s right: Euphora is back in this whimsical fantasy adventure of Mr Fauldon as he strives to obtain clarity amidst such bizarre imaginations.
Blind, bitter, and poor did the man shiver amidst the cold and biting wind. The homesteads of Albannik were bunkered for the night and the harshest winter for all they knew. The lonely mountain peek’s town was accustom to winter, but not what they had come to call the Winds of Raigor. From the eastern lands did these winds come–swiftly and like a wolf pack to an abandoned calf. Devouring and relentless did the winds turn color to white, to blue, to death. None could escape it–only cling desperately to life in prayers that it should pass.