I woke up feeling dangerous. It’s now my goal to finish the first draft of Days of the Dark (Book three of the HIGHGLADE series) before the end of the year.

And that’s … checks calendar … 19 days.

In the words of a very wise engine, “I think I can.”

Here’s a sneak peek at the prologue as some additional motivation (for both of us!)

Ten thousand tons of earth pulsed with power and blood.

Few things in this world are more painful than birth. Whether it be the old devoured by the new, or simply a passing of power, there is one thing all births have in common: every one comes at a price. Some are paid swiftly, some over time, but all of them come due — and all of them bring pain.

Far beneath the surface, where Ghal Thurái once stood, a new power grew. It was not new in the sense of taking a first breath, or of seeing the sun for the first time; it was new in the way that two rivers merge to form one: through the violent clashing of tides blending together to form a stronger current. Yet even the strongest current is at the mercy of stone.

This current, however, was formed by stone.

This current embraced it.

This current grew.

And soon it would rival the gods.