Lúthien is a powerful Elf with a talent that has been hunted to the brink of extinction by the Demons. She is a Daughter of the Sun, a female Elf able to help souls find their way in the darkness, and back into the light. Her talent is to spread, and keep, the light amongst her people, and in extreme cases, to help Elves who have lost their way. With the rescue of Garoldth’s brother, Golradir, her powers have never been needed more. His treatment at the hands of the Demons has left him scarred, both mentally and physically.
Golradir would have been King instead of Garoldth, if he hadn’t been captured. He had been held captive for over fifteen hundred years, and during that time he was tortured mercilessly. Now that he is free he only wants to be left in peace. It is not that simple in the Elven world, especially when the one Elf, who can heal both his body and his soul, is his Life Mate. His soul reaches for hers, but he refuses to allow the connection. He feels unworthy. Tainted. Can he reach past his fears? Or will he let the evil he believes the Demons implanted in the deepest recesses of his soul destroy them both?
About the Author
I don’t really know what to say about myself.
I have been writing books since before I became a teenager. Most are still hidden in the closet. I used to make up my own stories as a child, everyone used to act them out while we were playing outside. As a teenager someone issued me a challenge. I told her that her stories stunk, she told me to do better.
My job growing up was to play guardian to my little brother, keep him safe. That meant I ended up getting into more fights than enough – makes sense now that I write about warriors.
My family will try to tell you that I’m not innocent, I have a personality that keeps them on their toes. Over my lifetime and theirs I have earn several nicknames – The Godmother, The Evil Christmas Elf (comes from making my nieces wrap their own Christmas presents), Mistress of Ambush. My favorite response to them when they try to get me into trouble is just to look at them with a wide doe eyed expression and say “Moi?????”
I have a seal point Siamese cat named Snoop, named after my favorite cartoon character and hobby. I have a “healthy” but small collection of Snoopy memorabilia. He is a character alright; never met a cat who can talk back like he does. He expects daily dosages of adoration on his schedule when he wants it – not when it’s convenient for me and he HATES snow.
I come from a very large family (mostly brothers) and I could outrun the whole works of them (I’m the shortest!). It was called survival.
This book has been in the making for a long time now. Over a half a year to write it, about the same amount of time to edit it, and probably about the same amount of time to get the art work and website! I have learned you can’t control the timelines of other people – Murphy likes to step in.
So for now I am setting up good luck charms everywhere… didn’t know I had that many stuffed Snoopy’s. *Fingers, legs, toes, eyes and anything else I can crossed*