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Western Nordhiem - 1654 A.E.

Summer wanes, and life imitates art.  250 pages in and "Prince of the Furies" is knee deep in discord, doom, and defiance. (what else is new?)  At this point I wonder when will I conclude this volume, because a lot still has to happen.  No one minds a longer book, right?

The next chapter, sixteen I think, will be called -- White Water.  I've been anxious to get to it, because the image has been in my head for a long time.  A writer gets thoughts in mind, and it is only a matter of putting it to paper.  Soon enough.  So wherever you live, enjoy August, Agosto, Hawe, or whatever they call it in your realm...and whatever the year.  

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James Sanders said…
I don't mind the longer book. Just keep writing. I can't wait to read your latest installment!
August 6, 2012 at 11:55 PM
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