The first time I fell in love with story telling, I was a very young boy. Blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes and innocent. I wouldn't go to sleep and I was over at my grandmother's house. She told me a story about a girl who wouldn't listen to her parents. We will call her Mary.
A handsome stranger was courting Mary and her parents wanted her to stay away from him. One day he came and asked her to go dancing with him. Mary went home and asked her mother and father. They both said no and sent her to her room for not staying away from him. After everyone in the house was asleep, Mary crawled out her window and ran all the way to the dance by herself. Mary and the handsome man danced until Midnight. When it was over, he blindfolded her and told her, "You didn't listen to anyone, and you came to me. I have a surprise for you." The girl was so excited, she took every step he guided and did everything he asked. In the dark, she felt him lead her down stairs, further and deeper down they went. When he took away the blindfold, she was in hell and the young man was the devil. (Thanks Grandma!)
Right then and there, I knew I wanted to tell stories. I hope you enjoy my book, It is the first of many in a long series.