In Other News….

The revamp of my official author website is steadily improving. I am currently working on fixing broken links and streamlining the page views. Also, I will be opening my own store with lots of surprises coming.

On a personal note…

Life for me is still in flux. I am slowly adjusting to the change in my work environment. I am now working from home and loving it. No more having to drive to the workplace!

*The outline for my fantasy tattoo story has begun. The outline is mostly completed for this story; up next: writing it. Wish me luck.

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Here is an excerpt from Dragon’s Ambition:

The gentle rays of the morning sun shone brightly through the giant-colored glass windows. Inside the lair, Alistair yawned and stretched his wings. He lazily opened one eye to peer around his room. Noticing he was alone, he rose to his hindquarters and scratched his itchy belly. His obsidian scales glistened in the light from the previous night's oiling. He snorted, a puff of smoke escaping his nose, while he gathered his waking thoughts.

Suddenly feeling restless, he stood and padded over to his doorway. He was greeted by his personal human attendant, Deidre. Deidre was a middle-aged woman with shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes. Her no-nonsense gaze often struck fear in the hearts of misbehaving dragon fledglings and children alike. He wouldn't trade her for the world. She'd been with him since he first emerged from his egg.

"Good morning, Your Highness."

"Good morning, Deidre. Anything new today?" The echo of Alistair’s rumbling words shook the floor.

Deidre wasn't fazed. She glanced up at him. "No. You have your usual round of meetings with the nobles. Also, your sister wishes to have breakfast with you."

He lowered his head and gently blew his warm breath on her. She chuckled and patted his snout. 

"I swear, you still act like such a fledgling, Your Highness."

He chuckled, the booming sound loud in his large, cavernous room. He grunted as he shook his wings before folding them behind his back. The news that his older sister was looking for him annoyed him. She was two years older than him and bossy. He couldn't imagine what she could possibly want this early in the morning.

Alistair headed for the dining room, shifting into his human form. He entered and saw his sister, Princess Wynter, already at the table. None of the other family members were around. Most were likely still in bed. He and Wynter were early risers.

“You called?” he asked, not bothering to hide his irritation at the summons.

“And good morning to you, too, little brother.”

He scowled at her disapproving tone and expression. What had her tail in a snit? The sun hadn’t been that long in the sky, and she was already in some kind of mood. He resisted the urge to sigh. It would only bring her ire down on his head. He opted for politeness instead.

“Did you need something, sister?”

“Father wants you to take a patrol and check the Wastelands. We received intel that something is amiss there.”

“Amiss? As in…,” he prodded. Sometimes getting information out of Wynter was as taxing as dealing with the nobles.

“The rebels.”

Her simple reply confused him before he processed what she’d said.

“Hmm? Haven’t they been quiet the past few years?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean they haven’t been busy cooking up schemes to overthrow us.”

“True. I’ll take my knights and do a sweep. Anything else?”

“Be careful, little brother. Trust no one you find. We must root out the rebels and end them. They should get over their delusion of past glory days when humans were the apex predators in the land. They are nothing more than fodder to do our bidding. They need to learn their place,” growled Wynter with a bang of her fist on the table.

You can read the story here at WEBNOVEL.