Facing mirrors, curve us downwards,
we, the darkening face of Time.
Can you see your fading image,
endless in the warp of moments?
Where it ends, there shall you find it,
coming back upon yourself,
The very reason for your living
captured in that arc of light.
But desecrate the Sacred Mirrors,
and prepare yourself for what must come,
The dark chaos of Time unfettered
shall feast upon your naked soul.
From the Ancient Song of the Thrangs
That's the opening for my next book, The Mirrors of Castaway Time. I'd been waiting for a couple of years now for Book II in my fantasy trilogy, The Eye of the Stallion to be released by my publisher. Finally, yesterday, word came from Crossquarter Publishing Group, that it will come out in mid-December.
It is, of course, the sequel to Book I, The Face in Amber which got listed on Amazon.com as The Eye of the Stallion, the title of the trilogy itself, causing some confusion. The story, like Book I, is set in a far, post-apocalyptic future and begins with an amazing boy, Sol, being instructed by Mother Mar, an amazing woman. Sol, it seems, is to go out into the world armed only with his knowledge of natural medicine and a heart full of raw innocence to heal the wounded love between Sonoria and Dag-gar, the star-crossed protagonists of The Eye of the Stallion. At stake is, as you might expect, the fate of life on Earth, for Sonoria and Dag-gar's love is eternal, part of the fabric of the Space-Time continuum itself, and when that fabric is ripped apart, a terrible force is unleashed.
In writing fantasy, as long as one is consistent, one can conjure up anything that pleases the sense of the impossible and let it run amok. The possible twists and turns become infinite and so does the joy of creation.