Though I have always admired the art and craft of fiction, and randomly flipped through the pages of novels, taking in the scent of fresh paper and ink, admiring the thickness and depth of plot, I would shake my head in awe, knowing I could never compete in the author’s world.
As I pursued many other career interests, God dropped an idea in my lap, an idea that I deemed as simply a hobby, and which I assumed would be one more venture in my life I never finished, soon took over my life. The idea grew and expanded and soon became obvious that the story contained 3 plots within one main plot, thus giving birth to a trilogy.
I write fantasy because I love fantasy. It is my escape from the reality of a life overwrought with depravity and decay, an escape into another world, a world of make-believe, of the epic battle between light and darkness, good and evil, where truth stands alone, triumphing in the end, despite the odds of insurmountable shadow threatening to extinguish it.
Yet to many, fantasy becomes reality, drawling them into a world of magic and sorcery, where they place faith in the powers of destiny, desiring to become something they are not, believing in truth and light, without knowing WHO the truth and light is.
So for this reason, my story takes the form of the traditional fantasy epic battle, yet in my world, the light and the darkness are personified, the pages of an ancient history awoken to reveal a truth threatened to be lost and forgotten, a mythical world that under the layers doesn’t look much different from the world in which you and I live. An escape filled with hope. An escape…into reality.