The country of Azar lay west of Danovian. Azar is home to four great wizards.‭ The strongest of the four,‭ Jathar, ‬ruled South Azar. ‬Jathar also headed the Wizard Council.‭ ‬ Under his guidance,‭ ‬Mozard ruled over East Azar. ‬Rezmond ruled West Azar.‭ Raka ruled in the North.‭ ‬ Citizens of Azar considered their wizards to be gods. ‭ Azar wizards are immortal. ‬

During troubling times, enemies of Azar could target a wizards family. So the wizards of Azar never married.

‘Have you wet the bed again, you little shit?’ His father took off his belt with vengeance and then strapped his backside repeatedly.

Francis cried out, ‘Na please, Dada, I’m sorry.’ The tears were streaming down his terrified little face.

The big man went to the drawer and took out the large dressmakers scissors.

 

 

Our DNA tells a story that defines who we are, who we will become, and why we do the things we do.  That is what some think.  I am not one who thinks that my DNA defines me.  I have found that I inherited things from my ancestors.  This is cool because I often wondered what made me like the things I like.  This book about my biological mothers side of the family.  My maternal ancestors immigrated from England and Germany.  Until September 2017, I had no clue who my family was. I knew my……..

 

 

In the town of Kilmeaden in Ireland, just west of Galway, on a rainy October night, little Bobby O’Connor was lying fast asleep in his warm bed. His mother, Bridie, whet up to check on him. She stood in the doorway, watching his breathing, his peaceful sleep. She reflected on the quite contentment of his life, just herself and her little boy.

She went downstairs and picked up her sewing, listening to the rain hammering against the windows.

Then another sound….

 

 

Sage Harris stood with three hundred angry females in the backyard of her Alpha’s property waiting for him to acknowledge that they were all there. Every female who stood with her were half-blood shifters ranging in age from three months to forty years.

Sage appreciated, as did all the half-blood females, the blood of their fathers that flowed through their bodies retarded the aging process. There was not an adult female around her that looked her actual age, they all looked years younger than they really were. For that there was not a female present who was not grateful for having shifter blood running……

 

 

 

If I were deranged, I could walk into the bedroom, grab one of the dozen guns he collected, and shoot him in the back of the head. All the odds were in my favour. At such close range, I would hit no matter how bad of a marksman I was. I’d planned every detail of my escape, but now that it was time, I almost couldn’t go through with it. I found myself standing in our bedroom with the gun case open, wondering how difficult it would be to pull the trigger.

The gun felt heavy in my hand, but not………..

 

I shut the door to my truck and took a deep breath, unable to suppress a grin. I’m home.

Palm Beach High lay stretched out before me, a collection of gray buildings with the occasional panther drawing, prom poster or plaque on the outer walls. It was a lowly community high school to some, but the best place in the world to me.

I passed a group of girls while walking across the student parking lot. A cute blond among the brood stopped mid-sentence when she caught sight of me. She forged a path between her friends, tousled her hair, and smiled.

“Hey, Brian.”

I didn’t know her from Eve, but I smiled back all the same. “Hey.”

She twisted around to giggle with her friends. I smirked and continued on my way.

“Brian!”

I paused in the middle of the hallway and…..

 

The downfall of America’s power couple made headlines. Splashed across the cover of every magazine and openly debated on all of the major talk shows was the story of their whirlwind romance and explosive breakup. Had he cheated on her? Had her ambition and success outshone his and caused a rift in their marriage? If the likes of Camille Henderson and Quinten Duran could not survive then how likely was it for the average Joe? They were meant to be together. At least that was the way that they had always been so neatly packaged.

 

It was hot outside the wagon, the sun shining too brightly for his sensitive eyes, so Morminiu decided he’d rather spend the day inside, in the restful shade beneath the wagon’s awning. He sat on a chest, listening to Yd, the apprentice cartographer, a well-educated phril who was eager to tell stories of his adventures and show off his knowledge. And, being a member of the legendary Edge of the World Brotherhood, the world’s most appreciated scholars, he had enough stories to fill entire tomes. Right now he was showing his guest the caravan’s route to the world’s end on the map.

 

The atmosphere in Ginty’s was nearly as dark as Dusty Williams’ mood. Hunched over the scotch in front of him, he peered at his hazy reflection in the shiny wood counter. In the midst of wondering if he had time to change jobs before tomorrow, he gave the trendy bar the onceover. A first-timer to the place, Dusty had come here tonight for a self-pity drink or two. Wouldn’t do to be hungover—in addition to the problems caused by his already abrasive personality—for tomorrow’s presentation. He’d zeroed in on Ginty’s tonight like a long-sought destination, bypassing others more familiar to him. Maybe he’d wanted the anonymity more than he realized.

Dusty longed to…….