write your own adventure

I used to love reading those choose your own adventure books, it made me feel like I was the one writing the tale. Of course as years have passed and books have taken so many different roads, I see less book where you can choose your own adventure.
I still love to read, just about anything I pick up, although it is fun sometimes to make your own adventure, I suppose that is why I write.


So just for fun, would you join me in writing our own adventure. Where ever one stops another can pick up, and on the story goes...

Horror of a fairy tale

The horror of a fairy tale is that most are started and never finished, characters get life by writing and in reality every author has a serious spit personality disorder, you'd have to, in order to make each of your characters breathe life with in the pages you write.

As an author it is my job to make you fall in love, laugh, hate and most of all be able to see yourself as the hero, or the villain, which ever suits your fancy. Questions need to asked and pondered, not every book will answer your question but then there is a reason, after all it might be answered in book two.

So with that I am give you a glimpse to my novel "Justice Trail," you can find it on amazon and kindle, but to use the saving code you must go to  createspace.com just click the link and it will take you there, use the code TD4T4ECA and get $1.00 off.
So here is a quick look in to the middle of all the going on's  inside Justice Trail, leave a  comment, subscribe, follow me.

 

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They walked up to the man, who stood there like he was frozen.
Nika wondered doubtfully if this was the man her dad was talking
about.
“Do you remember me, Mr. Naught?” Arrow asked.
“Shhh. I’m a tree. You were followed and if I start talking, she’ll
know I’m not a tree,” Gary said to Arrow.
“I wasn’t followed—she came with me,” Arrow said, trying not to
laugh.
“Oh, well then, would you like a heap of pudding? Or perhaps
some stone jelly, it will have to be cold because I think my stove is
angry with me. Look, he burnt off all my hair,” Gary said, pointing to
his scorched head.
Nika and Arrow exchanged looks that said exactly what they were
both thinking: he’s nuts.
“Well, we came with a message for you,” Arrow said.
Gary was crouching on the ground, filling a bucket with stones.
“A message for me? Hum, this sounds like a trap! Are you working
for the stove? I know the stove and I had some disagreements but
he could have just said something to me personally. All this sneaking
around send you to carry messages for him!” Gary said, looking at
them with suspicion.
“No, a message from Manny DeWinter,” Arrow said.
Gary then stood up and the confused look that had been on his
face left him immediately.
“Quickly come inside.” His voice was now as sane as theirs.
He pushed them into a tiny chair and Nika was forced to sit on
Arrow’s lap. There were no windows and no light, but strangely a low
glow came from Gary.
“You say you’ve brought a message from Master DeWinter. What
are your names, then?” he demanded, pointing a wooden spoon
inches from their face.
“I’m Nika DeWinter, Manny’s daughter, and this is my friend Arrow
Darneel,” Nika stuttered.
He looked at her with little belief and then grabbed her chin, prying
his eyes into hers. “All right, so you are.” Then he stared hard at
Arrow. “Darneel? Darnee…” He cut his whisper short and took a step
back, straightening his form with strength and authority and never
taking his eyes off Arrow.
“What’s the message?” Gary demanded.
“She lives,” Nika said slowly.