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Monday, September 15, 2014

"Return to Dune Towers" writing challenge - submission by Ross Homer (RossGHomer)

Ross Homer, the author of Scepter of the Nile, sent me a surprise submission for my Return to Dune Towers visual writing prompt challenge I have rotating on Twitter. I think it has the whisperings of an epic novel, or even a series. Be sure to encourage him on that path, and I'll tempt him into adopting RtDT for his book cover, lol.;P

I am currently working on the cover art for the second book in his Scepter of the Nile series, The Ankh. I'm also going to redress his The Witches of Aba Nam series. So keep an eye out for much more work from Ross Homer.

In the meantime, be sure to get copies with the old covers, while you can:

She stands tall and proud, regal on her floater. She’s come home. She’s five miles away and looks hungrily at her castle. Her castle.

Behind her are five hundred trusted warriors, who, like her, are on floaters. Men and women who believe in freedom and their deposed queen. Every one would die for her and she would die for them. They know as well as she that this may be futile. But to have never tried...

She sees the castle defenses are relaxed. Even from this distance, she sees the guns have settled, pointing down in their mounts. What blatant arrogance, she thinks, taking in the scene. There are no hovercraft patrolling and there’s been no sign at all that she and her warriors have even been spotted. And to think I fell for that. He convinced me there was no enemy. He was right. There were no outside enemies to defend against. He used old sleight of hand tricks. I watched the right hand while his left hand stabbed me in the back.

It had been far too many years since she’d been exiled to the wild, untamed reaches of the world. Her world. Her realm. Hers to rule. No more.

She warned the man who was her lover, the man who stole the realm from her, that she’d return one day. He laughed as he pushed her off the floater, thousands of feet above the ground. Had it not been for a full canopy of thick green leaves to break her fall before crashing into a swampy area, she would have died. She almost did anyway, being badly broken and injured. A small tribe of swamp dwellers saved her life with their simple medicines and magic.

They were her people. People she’d helped with her policies and they had a very long memory.

He had been warned but scoffed at her. And now, here in front of her, was her goal. Home. And…


Don't forget to let Ross how you liked his short :D Just a few ways to contact him:

Website: http://bit.ly/18PL9vj  
Twitter: http://bit.ly/1hstOLr  

Want to take the challenge? Write a short for this artwork, and I'll post it with links to your website and/or network profile. :D 

Onto wrapping up the next book :D
Until next time ...
Aidana WillowRaven


This post edited by Grammarly*
*Blurbs and quotes provided are not edited by WillowRaven, but posted as provided by author/publisher.

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