Elara, a twelve-year-old blacksmith’s daughter, discovers her latent power to tame dragons after a desperate battle with Dragonia, a fearsome black-scaled beast threatening her village, Valerion. Guided by Lady Janely, a wise elder with a mysterious past, Elara learns to harness her abilities, forge an unbreakable bond with Dragonia, and lead a daring mission to save her people from an encroaching dark force and beyond to explore the Hitherlands and the Yonderlands… #YA #Dragons #Fantasy #Drama #Epic
The Yonderlands are a vast, enigmatic region beyond the Hitherlands, shrouded in myth and rarely visited by outsiders. Named for their distance and mystery (“where few go yonder”), they are a place of ancient magic, forgotten civilizations, and primal forces. Unlike the chaotic, nomadic Hitherlands, the Yonderlands feel timeless, with landscapes that seem alive with power and secrets. They are both beautiful and dangerous, testing Elara’s courage, wisdom, and bond with Dragonia as she confronts the true scope of the evil cabal’s plans… #YA #Dragons #Fantasy #Drama #Epic
Elara a young girl who learns from her mentor Lady Janely to control her own powers and to control dragons. Elara lives in Valerion and works in her father’s blacksmith forge. Valerion is a rugged mountain village. Her dragon’s name is Dragonia. Elara has defeated the evil forces that were going to destroy her village, she, Dragonia and Lady Janely go on a journey into the Hitherlands, called the Hitherlands as people go hither and yonder, so there exists Hitherlands and Yonderlands. While in the Hitherlands Elara learns from a messenger that her father has passed away in her village. She and Dragonia, along with Lady Janely turn to go back, but is it a trap… #YA #Dragons #Fantasy #Drama #Epic
The schematics for the neural network were a symphony of complexity, a testament to the intricate beauty and terrifying potential of the human mind. Emily, hunched over her console, felt a profound connection to the data streams flowing before her. Each line of code, each simulated pathway, represented a step closer to her ultimate goal: the creation of a consciousness untethered by the frailties of the flesh, a mind capable of processing the universe at speeds that would leave organic brains gasping in its wake. #readers #Kindle#Frankenstein #Horror
Seven friends break down on Witches Bend. An area spoke of in whispers because of the horrors that are believed to be there. But horror cannot touch you if you don’t believe in it… True? Maybe not in this horror thriller that celebrates all of the horror genre. The car is dead. As of now, they are not. But the coming hours may change that completely. It may, in fact change that forever… #Horror #Paranormal #Thrtiller #Splatter #Gore #BHorror #Readers
The air hung thick with the smell of ozone and burnt plastic, a lingering scent of their near-death experience. Lonnie ran a hand over the smooth, cool surface of the repaired temporal resonator, its green glow a constant, reassuring presence in the otherwise dim Quonset hut. The weeks spent battling the machine, deciphering Finch’s cryptic notes, had left them gaunt and exhausted, their faces etched with the strain of their ordeal. But the pervasive anxiety had shifted; the fear of catastrophic failure was replaced by a new, equally potent fear: the fear of failure to return.Tommy, ever the pragmatist, began meticulously checking the power supply. He meticulously tested each vacuum tube, his brow furrowed in concentration. He’d scavenged the tubes from a junkyard, a graveyard of discarded electronics, and their reliability was questionable at best. He replaced a flickering tube, the replacement salvaged from an old radio, its glass casing brittle with age. Each connection was carefully soldered, double-checked, and triple-checked. There was no room for error. Their lives, quite literally, depended on the flawless functioning of this cobbled-together contraption.Lonnie, meanwhile, focused on the chronometer, a jury-rigged device built from scavenged parts. It was crude, primitive compared to the sleek, digital chronometers of their time, but it was their only way to accurately gauge the temporal displacement. He adjusted a tiny potentiometer, a whisper-thin metal rod, his breath held in anticipation. He’d spent hours calibrating it, using astronomical charts painstakingly copied from a tattered 1969 almanac. Even the slightest miscalculation could mean a landing in the wrong century, or worse, nowhere at all.A science fiction trip through time travel as three men learn the ropes of something they were never meant to know…
