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The Dragon Princess

It all started somewhere around the sixth grade.  That was when I embarked on writing a short story called Journeys and Wars.  I call it a short story now, but at the time I believed I was writing a novel.  A few years later, I decided to write a sequel to this first story.  It was to be called War of the Lands and would, by the end of high school, be a two book series that between both books totaled roughly 100 pages.  Boy, did I sure know a lot about how long a novel should be.  A binder soon began to be filled with maps, re-writes, chapters written on flyers, notes on napkins, and various other ideas from the years after school.  Soon, an actual novel began to take shape.

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…
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