The Books of Allelon
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Christian Fantasy
Book One
He took both their hands in his. “Be strong and courageous. A way has been provided for you. Follow the times and seasons, and you will not be lost.” He released his hands and placed Esa’s hand inside Wynn’s.
Wynn looked up into his face. “You cannot go back. It is not safe.”
“I must return.” Edmund gently held her shoulders. “Sefa will need me.”
Wynn nodded. A tear slipped down her cheek.
Edmund gently removed it. “Go on. Esa needs you.”
Book Two
These past three years of empty pages have been, in an unforeseen way, liberating and painless. At least that is what fabrication and exaggeration peddle to my mind. But my soul! That is the terrifying place. That is where the truth is hidden and well buried. That is where the darkness lies. I do not want to travel to its depths. I fear as I fill these journals with words I will be forced to do that very thing just as I have been compelled to stand at this crossroad. My destiny looms before me, but my past haunts me and I do not understand how the two will ever be resolved. So, I must begin, again, with you dear journal. You are my friend, my comfort and my confidant. You must tell me where to begin and show me how to start anew. Take me deep into where the darkness lies.
Book Three/Creating
Bree turned and commanded. “Check the entire perimeter. No one escapes!”
Maddock and Joseph encircled the wedding party, sword drawn. Pax lead his troops into the woods and Joseph led the host of human troops throughout the compound. The honor guard escorted unarmed guests to the safety of the underground tunnels. In just moments, the once gay and happy gathering was empty of all but those left on the platform.
Guardian placed the owl on a grassy knoll nearby. Bree was quickly by his side.
“Reginald!” She examined his wings and legs, his head. “You old fool!” Her healing hands searched his whole body for injury or disease. “What has happened?” Reginald could not answer. He was alive, but barely. One eye had a deep cut. Bree tore a piece of her wedding garment and gently compressed the wound.
“You are late for my wedding.” She stroked his feathers.
The owl’s good eye opened to a slit. “My apologies, My lady.” He coughed. “I was delayed.”
“I see that.” She smiled down at her old scout.
One Another Living 