I'm not one of those writers, who constantly look at the stats that inform me how my sales are going. I don't have a clue where I am on any league chart. Plus, I don't make much in the way of money from sales.
I do however, have faith in myself as a writer. What I do believe, is that I can improve my books. So I have put aside writing anything new, for a few months, whilst I concentrate on editing my existing works.
I have to say, I find the writing part easy. However, the editing is gruelling, but absolutely necessary. You'll know when I'm finished, because at that point, I'll be publishing an omnibus of my fantasy series books 1, 2 and 3.
Anyway, here's a little teaser, chosen at random, of Book 1, Guardian Dragons.
~ Prologue ~
The boy ran fast and hard. His throat stinging from the ice cold air that stabbed at the nerves in his teeth. It choked his aching lungs. His blood pumped so fast, he could hear his heart beating, loud in his ears. He feared it would simply burst and stop him dead in his tracks.
He glanced sideways, looking down from the cliff top, at the wet sands. Sure enough, his image ran and panted, mirroring his own plight.
‘You cheated,’ he shouted, turning his back on his image. ‘Why can’t you play fair? I thought you were going to take the longer path because I had a hill to climb. Why can’t you do as you say you will?’
He dropped onto the soft, grassy embankment and lay on the cool, lush greenery. It chilled his hot skin. Golden curly locks stuck to his neck, with sticky sweat.
His image lay down next to him, still panting.
‘I didn’t cheat,’ his image paused, breathless between words. ‘I won.’ Arms up in the air, and waving a pointed finger to the sky, he yelled, ‘I am triumphant! You can’t deny it,’ he threatened, jumping up ready to defend his place.
His image did not reply. It was not worth an argument. Instead he rubbed at the cramp in his leg muscles, stretching his limbs to shake away the sharp squeezing pain.