The world above,
My only companion,
A single winged dove,
We speak an alien dialect,
We purr to each other,
She is the closest I have to a mother…
White as white can be,
I live without sunlight,
I go forth into the night’s darkness,
Hiding from humanity my only fun,
Very little do I allow humans to of me see,
For fear do I to them invoke,
Alone with myself I can only be me…
Across the Forling is the fourth book in the fifteen book series, The Adventures of Lord Belmundus, a remarkable tale of others worlds, strange customs, beauty and warfare; and, in its grips, lands a young celebrity, who has the chaps to play the man
Born of their seeds, kingdom will rise against kingdom, one will hold great mysteries, one will turn the tide and one will not be bound. War is fought, not only on the field but also within the mind. Nothing is what it seems take nothing for granted.
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Deborah
Regis
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Ron
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