Crystal Sands Journey Book Novels & Stories

Alice snarled in disgust. “Have you tried to smooth it out?” Kendra asked with gentle sincerity. “It’s damaged from exposure during the war,” Alice sighed. “I was just an infant and, then, the people who took me in barely cared for my basic needs, let alone try to help me keep my looks. I lived the life of a wanderer. It was a hard life out in the elements with survival always at a precarious level. It wasn’t until I met Arthur and he took me to HOPEVILLE that I knew any type of stability and comfort.”

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed

For even though the doors are sealed, they could be opened once more. “Is that it?” I ask Sunu when she finishes reading. Utterly disappointed if that’s all the book says. It feels like a huge build-up to nothing. Nothing that we didn’t already know anyway, except that there are four stones, not just the one hanging around my neck. “There’s more,” Hesitantly Sunu speaks and her eyes drift to catch Althea’s, who nods her head at the older woman to carry on. As if giving her permission to read what it says.

A dangerous, glittering trap built on a foundation of our enemy's hubris. The Architect-our unwilling compass-had not only agreed to point the way. He had designed the map. The journey to Crimson Sands was no longer just a mission. It was a performance. And the curtain was about to rise.

“You have already carved a miracle out of Null-Stone, Elara. You shattered their corrupted iron with a wave of your hands. Let my wolves spill the initial blood. Save your dark for the High Inquisitor’s personal guard.” By mid-afternoon, the stark, snow-capped peaks of the North began to give way to the transitional steppes. The pristine white plains grew sparse, marred by ugly patches of dead earth and jagged red clay. The air was changing, losing the crisp, biting purity of the mountains and taking on a dry, suffocating heat that smelled faintly of sulfur and old blood. Ahead lay the Crimson Sands—the vast, scorched desert border that separated the ruthless frozen kingdom of the North from

Hills “Should we bring the rest of the stuff in?” I asked her pointing to outside. “Oh yes let’s get everything in before it gets dark, and I have to look for boxes with flashlights.” We bring all the boxes in the house and right as we brought the last box in her kids pulled into the back driveway of the house. While she was excited to see her kids again and walked to the back yard, I snuck out the front door, not ready to meet the most beautiful girl in the world quite yet. I don’t think she would want to meet me anyway

Crystal walked at Ryder’s side, still human, her fingers brushing his thick fur as they left the courtyard. Aelira stirred in her chest, urging her forward, reminding her that fire and wolf were both part of her. * The Road, Borders* Paws struck damp soil, claws scraped against stone, and the occasional caw of a raven cut through the stillness. The trees stood tall on either of their sides, leaving a narrow path at the center. Crystal walked beside Ryder, Aelira pacing strong within her. Still, her wolf was restless. Something stirs, Aelira whispered.

Luyando took in every piece of his being; the dirty sandals on his feet with enough holes in them that defeated the manufacturers original purpose of production, the tone jeans and the oversized sweater with a colour she was convinced could not be traced on the colour wheel. “Every single day….” the ten year old cried harder, no sound, just barrels of tears streaming down her cheeks. “Over here mum!” Luyando heard a boy shout from outside the tent. She turned away from her father to slightly open the tent so she could peep outside. Not far from their tent was a family of three; father, mother and son.

Without hesitation, Ben raised his hands above his head and said, “Bidh mi a ’gairm air na h-eileamaidean gus ar saoradh bho seo. Gabh sinn gu sàbhailteachd ar cùmhnanta.” Jasper’s heart lept to his throat as he heard the sound of footsteps running down the hall toward his quarters. “They’re onto us,” he managed to say before the room swirled around them and then disappeared in a type of whirlwind. He and Lila clung to each other as if their lives depended upon it while the world spun around them. Then, as quickly as it began, it stopped. Feeling mildly nauseous, he surveyed his surroundings. They were in a cave of some sort that was illuminated by dozens and dozens of lit candles. There w