If you don't know yet, I have a book coming out. Crazy, right? Only a few more weeks until it's available to the world. *bites nails* In the weeks leading up to the release, I'm putting up the first chapters as a sort of sneak peek, an appetite whetter, a tease. Yes, I'm a tease. You're welcome. So yeah, you should read the sneak peek chapters before they disappear. And then you should preorder the book. It's basically available anywhere books are sold, but if you click here, I've listed the big ones. Oh man, I'm stoked! Happy reading! Morgan
Guys... GUYS! The Promised One has a trailer! I am dying I love it so much. It was brilliantly crafted by Jagg Pette and the amazing team over at Jagg Pette Media. And yes, I wrote and performed the music for it. *sigh* Enjoy! And don't forget to preorder!
In honor of my book's upcoming release, I thought I might share with you a little bit about it. The story of where it came from, how it came about, and some of the why behind The Promised One: The Chalam Færytales. If you're in the street team, or if you've poked around my site or social media enough, you probably know that the first book (actually, the first three books) is an allegory of the Old Testament. In saying that, I want to make something clear: this is not a character for character, scene for scene allegory. Instead, it
It's official — my book The Promised One: The Chalam Færytales Book I is coming out in January! Oh man, I'm so excited! It's an allegorical faerytale set in a world of magic and wicked queens and horses with wings and... It's just so thrilling to share it with the world! But... If you really want to be in the know, if you want the inside scoop, there is only ONE WAY to get it: THE OFFICIAL CHALAM FÆRYTALES STREET TEAM. That's right, we've got a street team dedicated to helping spread the word about my book(s) coming out! So
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[av_dropcap1]E[/av_dropcap1]verything alright, dear?” her father asked as Elizabeth plopped herself down into one of the two expertly-carved chairs that faced the hearth in her little cottage. Gifts from Ferryl—not that he would remember that. No fire burned in the fireplace, the coals from the night before waiting for her to relight them and begin the nightly routine all over. Except she had absolutely no desire to prepare dinner tonight. Not since— “Elizabeth, love?” Elizabeth slid her gaze to her father, emerging into the small living room; he took a seat in the matching chair beside her, his silver hair glowing
[av_dropcap1]W[/av_dropcap1]ell, if it isn’t my long lost little brother!” Prince Ferryl exclaimed, throwing his arm around his brother as soon as he reached him in the palace corridor. After having spent a day in the city meeting with some of the nobility to discuss the presence of Midvarish rebels, he had returned to Benalle Palace as soon as he had seen the horses and wagons coming up the road—Commander Titus’s men, returned from their long stint on the other side of the kingdom. He had quickly finished up the last of the pointless meetings his father had scheduled and rushed