Author's e-books - Winter. Page - 2
This picture is amazing I'm not sure who created it but I hope my series lives up to it. Again I'd like to ask you to just tell me when the age needs to be changed. This is the third book in the winter mill murder short story series. (Completed) Here's the third book The Lively Glow of Death.
I saw what I was just given, a chance, and I was not about to lose it. I was out of the way now and the glow was by my side and I then thought to myself, 'who knew there was such a difference between a glow and a shine?' Enjoy! :) The fourth book is now out here's the name: “The Fall From Darkness/ A Dark Winter”
When a little girl dies in the winter and all you find is a stained tortoise, how do you solve the mystery? Follow the detective getting clues and evidence along the way. What happens after the mill closes though is the biggest mystery yet? (This short story is only 3 chapters long) (Completed) Look for the second book that is now out. Here is the title: "The Birth of Death / Winter Meets the Mill"
To previous readers, I am so sorry about the picture change but this web site would no longer let me use it: (And sorry again I don't know whose beautiful piece of artwork this is by but all the credit goes to them not me I only wrote the story.
I always liked the snow. The way it fell gently and softly from the sky above. Or, when it landed on your nose and you could see the perfect white snowflake. All in all, my favorite is when you wake up after a blizzard or a snow storm. In Pennsylvania, it was perfectly normal to wake up in early January and find the world covered in a thick layer of beautiful white snow. Great old maple trees that were once covered in green leaves in the summer, were now bare and covered in snow. Or the Ever Green trees covered in white and green. Winter is magic……. So what if I told you that magic is real?
“This magical person was born the coldest night of winter. Blessed with Pure white hair long and full. Her beauty for no one can compare, light crystal blue orbs, her face perfectly sculpted, her skin as pale as the moon for which she was born under. For she is the child snow, ‘The Guardian of winter ’”
-Rain R.
*This is the Final Cover*
This picture is amazing I'm not sure who created it but I hope my series lives up to it. Again I'd like to ask you to just tell me when the age needs to be changed. This is the third book in the winter mill murder short story series. (Completed) Here's the third book The Lively Glow of Death.
I saw what I was just given, a chance, and I was not about to lose it. I was out of the way now and the glow was by my side and I then thought to myself, 'who knew there was such a difference between a glow and a shine?' Enjoy! :) The fourth book is now out here's the name: “The Fall From Darkness/ A Dark Winter”
When a little girl dies in the winter and all you find is a stained tortoise, how do you solve the mystery? Follow the detective getting clues and evidence along the way. What happens after the mill closes though is the biggest mystery yet? (This short story is only 3 chapters long) (Completed) Look for the second book that is now out. Here is the title: "The Birth of Death / Winter Meets the Mill"
To previous readers, I am so sorry about the picture change but this web site would no longer let me use it: (And sorry again I don't know whose beautiful piece of artwork this is by but all the credit goes to them not me I only wrote the story.
I always liked the snow. The way it fell gently and softly from the sky above. Or, when it landed on your nose and you could see the perfect white snowflake. All in all, my favorite is when you wake up after a blizzard or a snow storm. In Pennsylvania, it was perfectly normal to wake up in early January and find the world covered in a thick layer of beautiful white snow. Great old maple trees that were once covered in green leaves in the summer, were now bare and covered in snow. Or the Ever Green trees covered in white and green. Winter is magic……. So what if I told you that magic is real?
“This magical person was born the coldest night of winter. Blessed with Pure white hair long and full. Her beauty for no one can compare, light crystal blue orbs, her face perfectly sculpted, her skin as pale as the moon for which she was born under. For she is the child snow, ‘The Guardian of winter ’”
-Rain R.
*This is the Final Cover*