Mont Eldalard and Rivar Larin, Seat of Ainiald (Chapter 10)
(ok, it's really Prague, or maybe Budapest, but they have their similarities)
I have to admit, finding a sale pop up, and they do trickle in slowly, is the inspiration needed to keep going. I write slowly, time constraints mostly, and as chapter two of book three stares me in the face, it makes me think -- "will anyone like my series?" Heck, does anyone like this blog? But I march forward. Maybe I'll be next Herman Melville whose Moby-Dick found popularity long after his death. Somber thought. I could give writing tips, like a lot of blogs do, or marketing advice, or how to find an agent, but what the heck do I know. But I do have a story to tell, and I hope you like it. If you don't like it, that's ok...we're still friends.
All right, back to chapter two. "Andro entered a favorite place in the forest..."