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Bits of Book 2:”Repent an’ I’ll forgive yah”

There was the crackling of explosions in the distance. The familiar echoing of cries muffled by the clashing of metal. His back was wet as his head pounded. He looked up at the burnt sky. A funnel of smoke snaked across his view.

This wasn’t Menk.

Sitting up, he felt the put of his stomach sink. The blood was in the air as blue tattered capes flapped in the wind. The noble war beasts lay like burial mounds as he pulled himself to his feet. He spun, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He couldn’t possibly be back here. It had been years since he stood knee deep in his personal hell.

“Foe…” he heard his name across the field as he bolted in the direction.

This wasn’t real. This couldn’t have been real.

He stopped, seeing the young man pinned under the black beast. Blood dripped from his lips staining his ginger beard. A gash was across his forehead and his crown was buried behind him in the muck.

“Cain,” Foe gasped, leaping into action to pry away the creature laying atop of the King. “Stay still, me boy. I’ll get yah free.”

“Boy?” Cain gave a moist laugh, spitting blood across the front of his armour. “I’m older than yah. Must’ve hit yar head harder than yah thought, eh?”

Foe forced a laugh, pulling the man out of the muck before collapsing beside him. This scene haunted his dreams but never with such detail. He could feel the mud seeping into his boots and squishing between his fingers as he leaned his weight back.  Blood filled the air, along with the sulfur they used in the pop pots. His eyes burnt from the smoke, and ears still faintly buzzed from the explosion.

“I shouldn’ve listened to yah,” Cain croaked. His emerald eyes peered up to the sky. They glistened with tears as they ran down his temples and into his matted locks. “We’d be alive if not for yah.”

“Aye, I know…” Foe breathed heavily through his nose, pressing his eyes shut. He didn’t need some bloody nightmare to remind him of his guilt.

He had pushed for a frontal assault. He had believed he had thought everything through. He had considered their enemy but it was his allies that he had forgotten to count.

They lit the pop pots early. The explosion went off before they had cleared the field. He had convinced them of the plan. He had given the signal to light the pots. It was his fault.

“Rio, Mac, Der, Javi… Me,” Cain listed, “we’re all dead cause of yar stupid mistake. Yah know how good the world would be if I was still alive. If I was still King we’d ‘ave pushed the lines… not sit like me brother’s doin’.”

“I know… yah don’ think I know…” Foe growled, “not a day goes by that I don’ think of what happened. I would do anythin’ to right me wrongs. I’d do anythin’ to bring yah peace.”

“Repent,” Cain muttered, struggling to reach for his dagger. His fingers wrapped around the hilt as he pulled it from the sheath. The silver blade glistened like fire in the dim dank trenches. “Repent an’ I’ll forgive yah.”

I have no idea…

My biggest issue I’m having isn’t that I published a book but how to talk about my published book. I have this problem when I start talking I can’t shut up, which can lead to me either telling too much of the story or cutting myself short of what I can share.

So, when someone asks me what I’m writing… I normally become an awkward penguin and clam up before stuttering my way through a very poorly assembled explanation of my book.

It’s not the fact I don’t know what I’m writing… it’s the fact I don’t know what I want to share with you.

I love my series and the pieces I write. I know what I’m writing… I just don’t know what to tell you. There is so much to tell you about the story from the world it’s based in to the characters it’s about. There are traditions, laws, rules, creatures, religions just like planet either. It’s a great diverse world I created with diverse people… so if you want a short explanation you aren’t going to get it.

If you want a short explanation you’ll get:

“It’s a ya fiction focused around social issues in a fantasy world.”


“It’s follows the main character trying to find others like herself who are meant to save or destroy the world… depends on what way they lean by the end of the series.”

Ambiguous as heck… but not giving anything away. I’m also fighting with myself at this point… not wanting to explode with passionate description about everything. I’m wanting to tell them everything about Gaitan… I want to share with them my characters like Caldor, Liora, Foe…

I want them to understand why I love it…

But when they ask ‘what are you writing?’ they are expecting a short explanation like those two examples above… not the world’s story.

And so, that’s why I usually give them a shrug and tell them ‘I have no idea’ with a smile before directing them to my kindle page. 🙂

Today I Published a Book


Twelve years ago I started on a journey that many take and few complete.

Twelve years ago, I opened a notebook and stared blankly at those lined pages unsure what to do or what to write. After putting my pencil to paper, and listing ideas down a story started to form and a world began to grow from my words. I created characters that made me laugh, cry, get angry… I learned how to write from writing.

When I put my pen to paper I couldn’t stop. The writing bug had bit me and every moment of every day was consumed by escaping into those lined pages. I spent nights writing to the light of my night-light. I was scolded by my teachers for working on my ‘project’ instead of their assignments.

Writing helped me find people who loved the written word as much as I. Writing gave me teachers that pushed me to do my best and taught me where I could improve. Some of the best advice about life I got from those who taught me to write.

And sure… I had my bad moments with writing as well. I had moments I wanted to give up. There were moments I believed I was never going to be good enough… or would ever have anyone read my story. I was convinced my writing was the worst in the world, and that I was a failure in my craft. There was even a moment in my life that the passion I had as a child died… leaving me staring blankly at the pages with long apathetic sighs. The longer I stared at the pages the more I withdrew… the more it became work…

But somehow in some way it returned to me and here I am writing again.

Twelve years of typos, scratched ideas, sleepless nights, and apathetic sighs. Twelve years of cramped hands, broken pens, spilt coffees, and missing notebooks. Years of lost files, computer crashes, and research…

Twelve years and I can say I did it. All that had work and time I spent writing has finally brought me to this part in my journey. This – of course – isn’t the end of my writing… it is only the beginning but at least I can say something that my 12-year-old self always dreamed of saying.

I – Deanna Wiltshire – have finally published a book.

Update: 5 Days!


5 days! To go… I can’t believe it and just as I’m adding my finishing touches OneDrive dies on me. Thanks a lot Microsoft… not cool.

Oh well, I still have five days… which honestly isn’t a long time but I am determined to publish on the 20th damn it! So Gods help me!


Anyways… that’s all I wanted to let you all know. Oh and this:


For those of your that haven’t checked out my About Prophecy 6 page where I give a synopsis of the first book and show you the fancy new cover page. Well, you get to see the fancy new cover page now. 🙂

Wishing you all a happy holidays and I’ll update all of you again soon.



Hello everyone,

Firstly, look at the pretty header.

Ooooo, aaaaaahhhh.

Anywho… I’m sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday as I decided spending 9 hours in emerge was the best way to spend a Friday. Who doesn’t love sitting around puking people, or screaming kids while waiting for doctors to run tests on you like an animal in a cosmetics lab…

Yeah… but, the good this is I am healthier today. Yay!

With that, I wanted to share with you some updates asides from the new header.

Check out the About Prophecy Six. It has had some changes to it, which I think (and hope) you’ll like.

I am working away on the book still, and I’m close to being done the second write through. It still needs editing, and the fine tooth comb but it is on track to be done around December.

I can’t believe I’ve only given myself 6 months to do this, but damn it I’ll complete this. XD

That’s all for now. Let me know what you think about the changes. I always love hearing from you.


Classy Canuck

Update: Word Count

Some of you may not care about this, but I just checked out how many words I’ve written for the first P6 book and drum-roll please….

50,000 words.


If only I could really get excited about that. This only means I am halfway there. 50,000 more words to go.

At least that’s what I’ve planned. XD

I was born to do this

There has always been one constant in my life. That is writing.

I am happiest when writing. I am saddest when writing. I am freest when writing. I am most alive when writing.

Writing helps me relax. Writing helps me be expressive and creative. Writing helps me work through my problems and find answers to questions.

Writing motivates me to learn. Writing motivates me to share.

Writing makes me grow, improve, develop and challenge myself in ways I never thought possible.

Writing is what I feel I need to do.

It is what I was born to do.

Quote: Desire to Write Grows…


I love this quote because I believe it is true. When I first began to get into writing was around 14 years of age. I hated anything to do with English at that time, because schools just don’t know how to get kids engaged in regards to language studies…

Anyway that’s another rant for another time.

At first when I started writing I found it a chore, but as I continued on my mission to – at the time – make the best book ever, my desire to write grew. Soon I found myself writing every day – morning, afternoon, evening and even sometimes through the night. As I continued to write so did this strange need or desire to write.

Now, I’m twenty-four years old and can’t go a day without writing. It is my release, my passion and my therapy. All my emotions and creative ideas grow in my garden that is made up of Word Docs or notebooks.

That is another reason I have this blog. To give me a way to write, and let out what I am thinking to the world while keeping my mind busy with expression and creative thought. I get to meet like-minded people and gods it is awesome when I talk with some of you because then I know I am not alone in the world feeling this way.

Writing has grown into a passion for me when I never thought it would when I was younger, because I did at first force myself to write.

Don’t give up and keep trucking through. You’ll find your passion for something if you stick with it.

Only Fear


All my life I’ve been afraid.

I was afraid of the dark. I was afraid of disappointing my parents. I was afraid of the kids in my school, and afraid of what my teachers thought of me.

I was afraid of the future. I was afraid of my actions leading to trouble.

I was afraid to be me.

For most of my life I was afraid. For most of my life I didn’t take chances, or make certain choices because I was afraid what would happen.

I stayed safe. I went unnoticed and I was okay with that. Going unnoticed meant I wasn’t doing anything that would call for punishment.

Now, don’t take all of this as I had a terrible childhood. I wasn’t abused or neglected. Heck, I had a great childhood with wonderful parents who did all they could to see me succeed in this world. I was lucky, I know that. But, with all the support I had and love I had… I was still afraid.

I was mostly afraid of what people would think of me, if I was wanting to be myself.

The closest thing I had to being able to show myself was writing. I could create situations I would not be judged in. I would make my characters do things that might not have been considered the social norm. They didn’t get judge. They were not afraid.

That’s when I realized that I needed to change how I was.

There was a world around me to explore and chances I could take that would either end well or not so well.

The world had no right to judge me… because it knew nothing about me.

It took 24 years and a quarter life crisis to make me realize that everything I had been afraid of was made up in my own mind. My scum-bag brain had created situations that never would happen. The voices I believed were from those around me, was my own.

As soon as I realized that, it was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. The world opened up to me, and hell… for a moment it made me feel unstoppable.

I want to publish a book now more than I ever had before, because that’s what I want to do. I don’t want to be afraid any more.

All I want to fear from this day forward is fear itself.

…Let’s see how I do… XD

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