So I was thinking, WHERE should I post this... Should i post this? then I see a category for BOOKS... now, I am assuming it was meant for BEEKEEPING books, but I didnt see THAT in the title, so here goes!
One of the books I have written, is in final stages of publishing.. I need to approve the cover design and a few other things, but hopefully it will be available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble etc within the next three months. If you enjoy Science Fiction, it might be right up your alley.. I am no Steven Spielburg or Robert Jordan, and dont really have a twisted MIND (Dont SAY anything Mrs. River!) to be able to write twisted plots, I am no English major either, so its just a GOOD story.. I will make a page on my Website to let everyone know more about it as the time for release gets closer. A short snip;
The smell of forest loam somehow managed to get through the scent of leather and
horse sweat. The sound of crickets, birds and frogs seeped through the creaking of leather
and soft scraping of plate and chain mail. The path they followed was well traveled,
and he knew they were close. So did his horse. It kept trying to step up its pace.
From somewhere deep in his own mind, he thrilled at what he was seeing, and knew it
for the dream. He willed his dream self to go faster, but he heard his own voice, older,
deeper, and more gravelly, laugh softly at the animal.
"Easy Hardwind, were almost there, it's been a long ride but we can wait the extra few
minutes it will take us to walk."
The horses head bobbed in agitation, but it seemed to understand and relaxed its pace.
Michael knew he had never been on a horse in his life, in fact, he had never even seen
one in real life. He had seen pictures and vids of people riding them, but that's as close
as he had ever been, yet here, in this dream, it was so real, the sounds, the smells,
the motion of the horse as it walked. The shifting of his weight when it stepped on a
sharp rock. He marveled at the strength of the animal as it moved beneath him.
He felt the leather undergarments that insulated him from the Armor he wore. He felt the
calluses on his own body where the armor rubbed against his skin and knew that it
allowed him to ignore the pain of wearing it. Somehow, he could distantly feel the
barding that the Horse wore, he could feel the heat the animal built up under that barding,
but it, like himself had built up an immunity to it, and no longer even thought about it.
They came to a bridge. It crossed a medium sized stream. The railings were well tooled
Marble, the base cobblestones. The entrance to the bridge was overshadowed by a
massive stone arch. At the peak of the arch a Great Dragon was chiseled into the stone,
its hind talons extended as if to strike, in its fore claws it carried a shield and a sword.
On the shield was depicted another dragon in exact likeness, on the smaller dragons
shield was yet another, smaller dragon. They passed under the arch and he lost sight of it,
and felt the urge to climb the marble arch and see just how small the dragons on those
shields became.
He glanced behind himself as a large wolf came out onto the road and followed them
across the bridge. The wolf trotted up beside, and past him as they stepped back on firm
soil, then sat at the corner of the road watching him. He nodded his head at it.
"Wait here Brother, I will try to come back later, so we can hunt."
The wolf tilted its head slightly to the side, its tongue came out and it panted quietly as
they passed, then turned and disappeared into the trees.
They came around the bend in the road, and the castle came into view. He felt his pulse
quicken, and again the horse started to trot. He heard himself laugh in that older voice.
The horse tossed its head, and he realized what was missing. There were no reigns on the
horse. It somehow did what he wanted without them. Now it tossed its head like it was
trying to pull the reigns free so that it could run. He gave the horse a mental nod, and it
instantly broke into a gallop.
He leaned forward on the horses back and again laughed, with exhilaration this time.
The horse took this as his queue, and increased its speed. The wind cut through his visor
and made his eyes water. He heard the distant sounding of a trumpet, and knew his
arrival had been noticed.
He passed a series of walls that had what looked like strange cannons mounted on them
as they raced up the hill. People stopped and waved to him as he passed through the
outlying village that surrounded the castle. He lifted his arm in salute as he passed them.
His horses hooves echoed loudly on the wooden drawbridge as they crossed it, then they
were within the castle grounds. Guards at the gate saluted him as he rode past, and he
returned it in kind. Again the thunder of hooves as they crossed another drawbridge,
and then they were in the castle courtyard. The horse settled back on its haunches and
slid on the stones. He dropped from the saddle, sliding off the horse's rump as it came to
a stop. The horse reared and screamed, then settled back to all fours tossing its head.
He heard his name and looked up. A great stone staircase curved up to an upper level,
and she was coming down it rather rapidly. Her Red hair flashed in the sun and wind,
trailing behind her like living flames. As she came off the last step, still running toward
him, he removed his helm, and hung it from the saddle horn. She hit him at speed as he
turned back to greet her. She slammed into his armored body hard enough that he
grunted, but she did not seem to care if it hurt either of them. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, and he had a fleeting glimpse of brilliant green eyes as she kissed him.
Deep in the back of his mind, he felt something he had not known for several years now.
Love, comfort, belonging and friendship. The part of him that was not dreaming
struggled to hold the dream, to stay where he was and be a part of the world he dreamed.
The scene faded slowly, just as it always did. He struggled within himself to stay within
the dream. When he could not, he struggled to remember. He saw her face, could smell
her hair, and feel the softness of her lips on his. Slowly, despite his best effort, it all
faded, and he blinked in the darkness, remembering only, red hair and green eyes....
