The Lord of Obsidian [Quest for Earthlight Trilogy Book 2]
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And leaves the world to darkness and to me."
"Aw, shut up!” the boys chorused in unison.
"Boys! They've got no poetry in their souls these days.” Merlin shook his head and sighed heavily in mock-despair. But he was grinning from ear to ear. Even Peter couldn't sense that his camaraderie might be a face put on for the boys’ benefit.
As they drew near to the welcome warmth promised by the smoke from the chimney, and the comfort of tea and hot food prepared by Susan for the fire-fighters, Peter stole a stealthy look at the sorcerer's profile.
Yes, the sternness had melted away. Uncle Paul had returned.
Laraine Anne Barker
On 3 November 2000 (at 7:42 am, to be precise) I celebrated thirteen years of writing. For more than eight of those years I've been trying to find a publisher and writing full-time—that is, I don't have what you would call a job. As far as I'm concerned writing is my job—and that's the way I treat it in spite of the fact that not only has it not earned me any money but it has also drained away all my savings.
Sending work out to publishers is very expensive, especially if you have to send it overseas. Many other writers out there, incidentally, are in the same situation. But one of the good things about today is the Internet. And one of the best things about the Internet is that it's a great place to sell almost anything. It's certainly a great place to set up a publishing company. After just over a year of submitting work to electronic publishers I have managed to find one who likes my work.
I live with my husband and three long-haired miniature Dachshunds in a dairy-farming community just south of Rotorua in New Zealand's North Island.
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