From the Author
I don't know who I am.
She takes the name "Memory" and knows she has just one goal - to find her way home, wherever that is. But this land is strange. No technology to be seen, and iron is banned, thanks to a pact the humans have with the magical creatures who share their Victorian era world. In her t-shirt and torn jeans, Memory knows she's different, even before she performs impossible magic.
Haunted by her past, chased by a dragon, wanted by the king and stalked by the strange, handsome savage that seems to know her, everyone is after Memory, and she suspects it's not just for her eye-catching outfit. Her forgotten past holds dangerous secrets that will challenge everything she believes and risk the lives of everyone she loves.
The Memory's Wake Trilogy
- Book One- Memory's Wake
- Book Two- Hope's Reign
- Book Three- Providence Unveiled
˃˃˃ A full length novel in an epic trilogy
Her heart had sunk when she found a crumbled mess of multi-colored metal and plastic in her back pocket. She guessed it might have been a phone, before it was crushed some time during their hazardous journey the night before. Maybe earlier. When she asked Eloryn if she had a phone she could use, Eloryn looked at her as if she spoke a foreign language. Not that she knew any numbers or names of people to call anyway. But still, everything felt so strange. Magic. No phones. The fancy clothing everyone wore. Maybe she'd gotten lost at a LARP convention. Maybe she was just more messed up in the head than she thought.
That is entirely likely, she thought, glumly. She second guessed the reality of everything she'd seen so far. Dragons, moving trees and trolls were hard to believe after all. Even that beast man in the forest. She'd thought at first he was just another of the scary chasing men, but when he took hold of her, he threw her to safety, relatively anyway. She thought she saw recognition of some kind in his wild blue eyes, but in the riot of confusion that formed her first moments of consciousness she couldn't be sure of anything, not even his existence. How could she ever find him again anyway? She somehow doubted he'd have a phone number, even if she still had a working phone.
The only other things she found in her pockets were a piece of cherry gum and a knife. One look at the knife told her it wasn't the kind you take camping, it was the kind you threatened people with. Is that who I am, the kind of person that threatens people? She decided to keep the knife to herself. Eloryn already looked at her sometimes as if she was dangerous, and maybe she was, but that wasn't the sort of thing she wanted to find out about herself. Besides, she wasn't the only one keeping secrets and Eloryn's seemed much bigger than a knife in the back pocket.