As long as I can remember, it has been one of my biggest dreams to become a published author, to write my stories and have people read them and love them. It may be surprising, then, that one teensy little aspect of being a published author escaped my awareness until recently: Real people will read …
No one ever comes out alive. I glance at the young man beside me. Jorthâes, the eldest son of King Avänt—he’s my best friend. His set expression as he looks at the dark forest directly ahead of us tells me he’s thinking the same thing as me. We may not …
A couple weeks ago I posted the Creation story I’m working on, which you can read here: http://bethwangler.com/2012/01/14/creation/. This is the next part of the beginning-of-the-world story. A piece of trivia: it and Creation are written in the voice of Raiballeon, a character from a later time who recorded the early history of Orrock. …
It’s been a couple weeks since I posted (sorry!). While I have been working on a post that will succeed the previous “Creation” story, it is not quite done, so I thought I’d share with you something I’ve been thinking about recently. Do you ever read something in the Bible and think, “Wow, that’s amazing!! …
From Twilight to Sleeping Beauty to Lord of the Rings to Sense and Sensibility, our books and movies are full of near-death experiences. In fact, when making the above list, I had a hard time deciding which Disney movie to use—almost all of them contain at least one near-death experience. An interesting find in a …
I am writing an 11-book series that takes place in a made-up realm. This is the story of its creation. In the beginning, there was One, and that was all. Time did not exist. Nothing existed but the One who always existed, still exists, and always will exist. This One was before all time …
The beloved Disney movie, The Lion King, begins with a song we all have known since childhood: “It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all through despair and hope, through faith and love…” As children, it was only a fun song to sing at the top of our lungs while African animals cheered …
No one talked as they settled down for the night. By the time darkness fell, six more quísah found their way to the camp. When the smaller of the two moons, Jshâ Pet[1], rose, Îra crawled over to where Aichan lay. “Marquísah,” she whispered. “I’m going back.” “Are you crazy?” he whispered back. “They are …
All of the quísah in their squad were assembled in the courtyard. Îra stood before them. “Quísah,” she said, “we are leaving in an hour. The marquísah and I shall take you to the division at Bethindrê where you will stay until the two of us return from some mission unknown to us. But before …
Îra lay on her back reading aloud the novel Erna í Cí[1] while Fallajon listened and watched the night absently. “Catchan qan íní à meníath indrê. Jílía Fallabâ haer sie ilelkan à—”[2] Fallajon gasped. Îra looked at her, wondering what was so shocking, and saw her friend’s face turn white. “What is it?” she asked. …