In Cellagor—a land segregated between humans and Elves—fear, manipulation and war are inevitable. Nearly one hundred years have passed since the War of the Fallen, a cataclysmic battle between human and Elf which left both races teetering on the brink of extinction. Now, the Age of Tranquility is finally nearing its end, and the northern King of Havelmir is hungry for power and revenge.
The Elven peace of mind remains unchanged—that is, until the Kingdom of Rhan is threatened by unknown forces. Soon it becomes clear that the tranquil Elven existence is once again at risk of crumbling. However, even with the element of surprise, the road to victory is not as smooth as it may seem. Ulterior motives are afoot, ancient magic is resurfacing, and an unlikely friendship between two young men may just pose the biggest threat of them all.
Targeted Age Group:: 16-100
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My inspirations are vast, but if I had to narrow it down I would have to say: The Lord of The Rings, Led Zeppelin and A Song of Ice and Fire. Many video games have also inspired me a great deal. Dark Souls and the Elder Scrolls games have definitely invoked my creative thinking.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Many are inspired by people I know. But a majority were slowly created as I wrote the book. I often go back and rewrite dialogue once I know my characters better. Their personalities grows as I write. Some are planed out ahead of time, but I prefer to let things happen naturally when I'm "in the zone".
Book Sample
The sound of thundering wings and eerie caws filled the air, as a murder of crows circled over the Valley of Larin. Their shadows cast over the freshly fallen men below, marking their prey like a veil of death. There were nearly forty lifeless bodies cradled in the valley, accompanied by several horses. Blood-soaked weapons and armour glistened under the rising sun. Death, for once, looked rather beautiful in its light.
Most of the men were riddled with arrows, many of which had speared them between the eyes. A few corpses were lying in shallow holes with their backs covered in foliage. Still, their leafy disguises couldn't hide them from death. Queerly enough, each of the camouflaged men appeared to be holding the end of a long rope stretching across the battlefield. There were two ropes, with dead men at each end. Many lifeless bodies lay in the Valley of Larin, and as the sun rose further some clarity came to light on the battlefield.
Not all of the corpses were Men. Four of the bodies cradled in the valley were Elven. Their green cloaks and leather pauldrons stood out against the rest of the fallen. The other dead wore armour crafted by the skilled blacksmiths of Talfryn, which many claimed to be the most beautiful armour in all of Cellagor. Their helmets depicted the heads of eagles, with golden visors shaped like beaks. Their scaled armour draped them in a flowing coat of silver feathers, with both the gauntlets and sabatons taking on the likeness of talons. Although it appeared as though there was no true victor in this battle between Elf and Man, there was but one soul who had yet to pass on.
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