Seven talisman stones were said to have been torn from Clovenstone, the fabled stone of power, in a past so ancient that it existed only in legend. Harpers sing of a once proud unified Kildonan before the time we do not name. Now Kildonan is a patchwork of petty feudal kingdoms, warring with each other. Histories, libraries, creativity have disappeared. Only scraps of the poetry and prophecy sung by bárds hint at the pastand future. A professional warrior, an herbalist, and a harper hope they have three of the ancient talisman stones. Together, with dreams of reunifying Kildonan. they set out on a quest to prove the prophecies and seize the mythical Clovenstone. A white bear, a flying cat, and a Little Person join them. The seekers decide to trek the land as a troupe of players, earning their way with shows of harper singing and magic tricks. Thieves, sucking bogs, border wars plague the rag-tag troupe. Storms at sea, attacks from horrible creatures will they all survive? Is there really a Clovenstone?
I call myself a writer because I write things. I write about what I do, like travel. I'm creating a series of entertaining on-the-road books for the armchair traveler.
I write historic fantasy novels. Two are published, the third is coming. I was once a teacher and a park ranger. I led high adventures like climbing and caving. Those times spent with Beowulf and belay lines enrich my books.
Now I'm a writer. I don't watch TV. I seldom read newspapers. I write.
Well...I do go out to lunch, uh, fairly often, and love to shop. I drink wine, too. With peanuts. But in between times, I write.
