Wow. A lot has happened since I last posted.
The book has been published and I've sold 11 copies! Also, I've had two awesome review by readers. Thanks to Brook Frunk and T. David Ramonstein. I appreciate you both for taking the time.
Also, I've received my first review from a professional review company. Though I think that those who bought the book and read it cover to cover got more out of it, but I got a good review, which I'll take.
I'm working on Book Two, which has the working title of "The Word Mispoken". It won't answer all of the questions from book one, but it certainly should answer many!
For those who haven't seen it yet, here's the most recent cover!
Thank you Rania for the design. It truly fits the story!
A child of both the Heavens and the Hells, Ishitar is the most powerful God to have ever been created. The books that make up the Scribing of Ishitar follow his life and the lessons that he must learn in preparation of ruling both Realms upon Loki's discovery of Ishitar's father's most closely guarded secret.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
"He sat beside her open
grave, staring at the palms of his hands.
They were dirty from his task and crusted with blood from the rocks within the earth which had scraped them. Though he knew it was past time for him return to face his punishment, he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her on this uninhabited world.
'As alone dead as you had ever been during your life.'
After he dug into the clay and stone of the ground, he gently wrapped her in his robes, laid her body into the soil and covered her with the earth.
He then allowed himself to weep before casting himself out to find a grave marker and a weed which bore a small white flower upon it which would grow over her to tell all creatures of any world where she lay.
Now, naked but for his small clothes, he rolled his eyes closed and then opened them so he could look up to the sky.
Another night at his Lady's side, he decided.
And who, honestly, would miss him?"
They were dirty from his task and crusted with blood from the rocks within the earth which had scraped them. Though he knew it was past time for him return to face his punishment, he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her on this uninhabited world.
'As alone dead as you had ever been during your life.'
After he dug into the clay and stone of the ground, he gently wrapped her in his robes, laid her body into the soil and covered her with the earth.
He then allowed himself to weep before casting himself out to find a grave marker and a weed which bore a small white flower upon it which would grow over her to tell all creatures of any world where she lay.
Now, naked but for his small clothes, he rolled his eyes closed and then opened them so he could look up to the sky.
Another night at his Lady's side, he decided.
And who, honestly, would miss him?"
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