As a writer, you have a couple options for fantasy languages, and by a couple, I really mean two.

I could spend hours talking about worldbuilding and the different ways of going about it, but today I wanted to start at the very beginning

The short answer? However long it takes you. The long answer however is a bit more complicated ...

Why do I write and who is my audience? I must re-answer these questions for myself and face the consequences of their influence.

With Child of the Dragon Prophecy released and my readers dying for more, I decided to go to camp with book 2, Heir of Two Kingdoms!

Heir of Argos. Blessed by Hera. To prove her claim to the throne, Daphne must retrieve one of the Goddess Hera's illusive golden apples.

Now, as the raging, cold water rushed up to meet me and darkness consumed me, I knew, truly knew, what they other name had meant.

“Say my name, darling. Let me hear you say my name. Let me hear you say you love me.” But only silence spoke to him.

Together, they nodded. “There is nothing left for us to do but live … truly live."

“I’m waiting. Like I promised I would be.” But I knew I could wait no longer. With a deep breath, I let go.

Take my words and use them. Quote them if you want. It is only one way to portray grief, but it is a truthful way.

Time doesn’t heal, it only changes us until we can remember the pain no longer.

I'd never thought there would be a time I wouldn’t have to live without Tron. But everything dies eventually.

It was the last time I would play with him. The last time we would be together like this—happy and free.

Living on a farm has taught me that you can't outrun death. But, somehow, I think we believed we had become invincible.

She said I had acted very maturely and was handling it well. But oh I wasn't handling it well. I only knew how to lie was all.