Nearly twenty years after graduating high school, I have finally decided to self publish what was formerly called War of the Lands. That book is now called The Dragon Princess and is now closer to a respectable 300 pages long. Though it still could use the look of a professional editor (thanks to Danny Cerullo f…
We know where we wanna go. Laid out before us like a badly cared for yellow brick road, the path to our destination appeared to be an easy one.
Or was it?
The purpose of the journey does not matter, not anymore. The beginning mattered, but has since been clouded. As it stews together in my mind and boils down to the bare bones, the goal, the destination, and the purpose are all the same.
"Are you ready?"
Is that the voice of God? The voice belongs to that of a female. Women will gladly rejoice to know this fact. I am, in fact, indifferent to it all. The crispness of snapping fingers focuses my distracted attention. "I'm ready. Let's go."
Tanya, wearing a brand new pair of blue jeans and a skimpy top the color of meat fat, stands in the middle of the expan…