Google+ Reading Teen: {Indie Spotlight} TREEFELL: Legend of the Wood by Rae Elliott

Saturday, August 8, 2015

{Indie Spotlight} TREEFELL: Legend of the Wood by Rae Elliott

Fear can make the truth look like a lie.

Thanks to quick thinking and a fast arrow, prideful young Anfin earns the title of expert huntsman amongst his race of elite woodland dwellers. But his new title is nothing new to older brother Geth, who is more consumed by the wise, ancient forest than his little brother eclipsing him again. It's when Geth stumbles across Anfin's arrow, landed astray from his target, that a trail of secrets much darker than a rigged test is uncovered.

When Geth cannot place who it was that secretly secured Anfin's title, he becomes plagued by the fear that an unknown danger lurks in the forest. Geth continues on his own to find the truth, but his hunt unearths an even more troubling discovery: the trees that have sworn to protect and nurture his people have the ability to take human form.

Confused and frightened, Geth spreads the news of his alarming finds. But such news only causes fear and division amongst his family and his tribe. Geth realizes that seeking the truth behind this well-kept secret is his responsibility, as is saving his tribe's ancient relationship with the trees.

But someone is onto Geth's secret mission, and they want nothing more than to watch Geth fall into their crafty trap. Geth soon discovers that a once trusted confidant is not who they claim to be, and the traitor cunningly manipulates their people to fear Geth and the forest. A dark vendetta with deep roots seeks to tear Geth's family and his world apart, unless Geth learns to look past his fears and fight to reveal the truth.

The first in this YA/Fantasy series available now as an eBook and a Radio Drama!

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Bears and Arrows

“The Wood mourns the emptiness, they sing the song of grief. Man fills the emptiness with a hand, instead of leaf. Leaf fall no more. Men see no more. For Man and Wood, a divide shall come to the fore.”

“Excellent reading Anfin. Your tone and annunciation has improved greatly.”

My younger brother Anfin raised his head high, chest broadening, as he glanced down at me from the corner of his eyes. He read the poem in Trefec, the forest’s natural language. All members of the Treefell society were taught the secret language of the earth from infancy.

My focus stayed on the sacred poem, the Lament of the Roots. This mysterious, ancient poem of the Wood was a favorite of mine. I read as many poems as Master Riken, our mentor, would give us. Each young man and woman in our woodland society received a mentor at the age of twelve. The trees, our earthen teachers, assigned mentors to a specific child. Mentors helped parents lead their child to make personal connections with the forest and rise to village honors. Living by the wisdom of the forest was our nation’s way of life. Now that I was eighteen and my brother sixteen, Master Riken had patiently tutored my brother and I together for years.

Master Riken rolled the aged paper gently between long fingers. “Now we’ve read this poem with our minds. Let us meditate over its meaning with our hearts. Geth, read the first sentence again.”

I stared at the beautiful words painted across the crinkling paper. “The Wood mourns the emptiness, they sing the song of grief.” My shoulders hunched over as I hunted for a deeper meaning.

“Yes, yes very good.” Master Riken’s deep voice resonated through the surrounding trees. “What emotions do you sense here, boys?”

“Sadness. It says ‘grief’ and ‘mourning’. So obviously the Wood is sad.” Anfin’s smile burned through me once again.

My finger strolled across the page. “It seems like they will experience a loss.” I whispered.

“Good point, Geth.” Master Riken calmly shook his head.“The Wood’s roots touch all corners of the earth. So it makes us wonder, what could they possibly lose?”

Anfin and I lifted our eyes toward each other. Anfin watched my mouth, eager to interrupt my incites.

I smirked. “Go on.”

Anfin’s bright blue eyes tripled in size as he whipped his attention back onto our Master. “They can lose something that isn’t rooted in the soil.” Anfin’s glittering grin taunted me again.

“Yes, very wise response as usual Anfin!” The sun’s glorious light reflected off his raven hair as he bowed his head. “So, what is not rooted in the soil?”

Anfin’s foot tapped as he bit his lip.

“Humans.” I answered.

“Very good, Geth. You’re one step ahead of us I see!” Master laughed gently, pale skin stretching across high cheekbones, as he smiled.

Anfin sunk into his seat, a mass of black curls hiding his eyes.

“Anfin, re-read the next sentence.”

As Anfin read, I became helplessly distracted by the dancing maiden, the wind, as she leapt across my shoulders. I raised my head breathing in her subtle fragrance as she passed.

Master cleared his throat. “So we have gathered that humans are not rooted in the soil. Thus they can be lost. But we read here, ‘man fills the emptiness’ with what?”

“A hand instead of leaf.” Anfin replied.

“Yes. What does that mean for us?”

Silence stood between us. Master Riken’s black eyes expanded as he raised thick, dark eyebrows. We both sat baffled. He donned a patient grin, broad chest expanding as he took a deep breath. “Think about it, boys.”

But my attention was caught away again as the ancient, massive trees silently sang. The sun’s golden light speared through the trees, drenching my bronzed skin with nourishing rays. The sun’s warm fingers ran through my unkempt, blonde hair. I deeply inhaled the wild musk emitting from the soil, and it rejuvenated my spirit. Countless birds called to their brothers in the distance. Their flute-like songs decorated the peaceful silence. Bees raced over my head, their morning already busy with toil. The deep tenors of the trees resonated gently like droplets penetrating placid waters. Their voices danced through my bones.


I snapped back, blinking my eyes. “Sorry Master.” I scratched my head, pressing down the curling paper. The poem was clear to me once again. “The Wood will experience a loss, a particular human or humans precious to them. But man will try to fill the void with something human when it should be with something from the earth. When it says ‘Leaf fall no more’ it means that the Wood will draw away and likewise men will be blinded by their actions. Therefore a divide shall come to the fore.” I cleared my throat, realizing both of them were staring at me in surprise. I shrank back, elbows cinching around my waist. “At least… I think that’s what it means.”

Anfin turned his head down, jaw shifting as he ground his teeth.

Master Riken’s frown revived into a smile. “Yes. What a very interesting perspective.” His massive hands rolled the scroll up carefully. “Do you boys think that such a thing is possible?”

“No Master Riken. Not at all.” Anfin piped in, eyes burning holes through me. “The Wood has pledged to protect us. They have selected unique persons to be apart of their tribe, so they would not draw away from them. They only reveal their insights to those deemed humble enough to accept them. Therefore it’s not possible for our tribe of humble people to betray the Wood in such a way. Treefell aren’t capable of such a thing! So no, I don’t think that what Geth theorized is actually possible.”

I stared at the poem. To me, it’s meaning was unwaveringly clear.

“Besides, why would we revolt against the Wood? What reason would we have for it?” Anfin scoffed, his knee shoving against mine.

I ignored him, mindlessly rolling a finger through my hair as I further theorized.

Master Riken’s face grew solemn. “We do not know what is possible though, do we Anfin? The Wood is far more ancient than we humans could possibly fathom. They have seen all things come and go, live and die, and still they choose imperfect humans to bestow their wisdom upon. Such privileged knowledge was once given to other earthen creatures alone. We do not know what is truly possible, now that man is apart of this relationship. It is still young, however many centuries we have bonded with the earth. So, we can never truly know what the poems mean until they come to fruition, can we?”

Anfin’s face burned crimson and his eyes darted to the earth. “No, Master. We can’t.”

“Many Poems of the Earth have baffled humans for years. We did not know the full meaning of many of them until they came to pass. So we cannot truly know the meaning of this one until it too comes to pass. That being said, Anfin brings up a very remarkable point we should all remember.”

Anfin’s head lifted.

Master opened his hand to him. “You said the Wood has pledged to protects us.” His black eyes came over mine. “They've promised to protect us at any cost. So no matter what we may or may not know, we can always trust in the fact that the Wood will undoubtedly protect us. Isn’t that thought riveting?”

I shook my head.

He smiled. His eyes fell over Anfin. “You are gifted Anfin.” He turned back toward me, “And you are a profound thinker, Geth. Neither of you should doubt yourselves for a moment.” Master Riken stood from his seat, collecting his books and scrolls into his cloth bag. “Well that will be our lesson for today, boys. Very well done. And as for you-” Master’s smile widened as he took Anfin’s shoulder, “You have a very thrilling hunting test today!”

Anfin glowed. “Yes Master, I’m very excited.”

“How are you feeling? Are you overwhelmed at all?”

“No Master, I’m quite confident.”

“That’s it, my boy.” Master Riken gently pat his shoulder.

Footsteps quickly approached us from behind. “Anfin! The Levian are making their way into the forest.” Father took Anfin’s shoulder excitedly. “This is it! The Wood is ready to determine if you have become a man!”

“I’m ready, A’menth!” Anfin used the Trefec term for ‘father’ affectionately.

“Are you excited, my son?” Father’s smile could be seen through his wiry beard, and his pride prevalent in his golden, glowing eyes. “Don’t be nervous, you have practiced hard for this day.”

“We are all cheering for him, Korgen.” Master Riken bowed to father.

Father bowed in turn. “Thank you for their session, Riken. And thank you for your unending support.” Father turned toward me. “Come Geth, let’s not make your brother late.”

“Right, of course.” I gave my poem into Master Riken’s keeping.

"Cannot forget this." Father held out Anfin’s gear.

“Oh, thanks.” Anfin took his bow, and quiver filled with gold-painted arrows.

I smirked, scoffing internally at Anfin’s obsession with his weaponry. He alone detailed his arrows with gold paint. His love for the hunt surpassed all else.

Anfin threw his gear around his shoulder and took off with father into the forest.

As I turned the hood of my cloak up, a hand grabbed my arm. “Geth.”

I turned. “Yes Master?”

His face was gentle. “How are you feeling about today? I know it has been difficult for you in the past concerning your brother’s accomplishments. You know his honors do not belittle your strengths in the least.”

I bowed my head. “Yeah, thanks. I’m okay though. I mean, I’m happy for him. I know he’ll do great.”

He waited, smirking.

I sighed. “Okay, well, honestly I don’t think he’s ready.”

“All right. And why is that?”

“He’s only hit the bull’s eye twice this past week. As you know the Levian are expert hunters so I don’t think Anfin will pass their test.”

Master Riken grew solemn. “Do not concern yourself with Anfin’s success. You are humble in heart, Geth. That is your strength. Your brother still has much to learn in areas you have already mastered. Think only about your next step. Do not burden yourself with concerns that belong to your brother alone.”

“I understand, it’s just that he’s my little brother.  It doesn’t bother me anymore that he always receives titles and honors before I do. I really only care about him becoming a good person. If he succeeds, I’m happy for him, and honestly a little surprised. But if he fails, I’m also happy for him because it’ll be a humbling experience. And he could use a good humbling experience.”

Master Riken laughed. “Very well, Geth. You have the right attitude, which I can see your father has instilled in you. We will all be pushing for Anfin today, right alongside you.” He gripped my shoulder, bowed, and turned away.

Eventually I caught up with father and Anfin. They darted through the trees as quick as wild hares. But I became hopelessly distracted by the earthen voices once again. Untouched, pristine beauty danced silently all around. The fog rolled through like an army, the dense mist painted gold by the sun’s own hands. The black soil was lit by cascading ribbons of sunlight, glowing like candle flame. The wind whirled through the trees excitedly in behalf of my brother. Her chants of joy encouraged me to reconsider my doubts about Anfin. Her exuberant cheers rose from from the gnarly, tangled roots to the glorious emerald canopy. Leaves fell in celebration for Anfin.

Anfin leapt through the trees, noting none of the Wood's silent support. Always he flew like a hawk to the hunt, ignoring all else.

The further into the forest we entered, the closer the arms and hands of the trees knit together. To a foreign eye, the forest was more like a baffling maze. Only Treefell understood the unique pattern of the woodland realm. Branches and twigs crossed and touched, silently supporting one another. Their gnarly roots intertwined, decorated with thick ferns and tall mushrooms. The trees shared nutrients for centuries. It was a sacrifice, but the Wood was willing to give in order to keep their brothers alive.

I slowed my pace, for I felt the presence of our men amongst the trees. Anfin ducked behind the wide trunk of a nearby tree. I hid behind thick brush not far from him.

Senen  s’maeore halari ora.” a Levian leader whispered that we had reached suitable hunting grounds for Anfin’s test. Trefec was designed to hide and blend in with the sounds of forest life. To a foreign ear, our conversation was merely the natural croaking of the wilderness.

After an hour had passed, the crunching of leaves echoed from the distance. I submerged my fingers into the soil to determine the pattern of the animal’s footsteps. The subtle tenors vibrated from the soil and in through my fingers, revealing my answer.Young doe.

Li mani.” A leader confirmed my deduction.

The doe appeared through the dense brush, black, glistening nose sniffing the air. Her ears perked forward, giant eyes alert to her surroundings. According to law of the Wood, a female creature under a certain age was protected by the trees. They were not to be struck down for any purpose. This young doe was nearly free of her spots, still she was deemed too young to kill for provisions. Anfin’s chance had not yet revealed itself.

Distant crunching began again. Another creature approached. Closing my eyes, I sank my fingers deep into the earth beneath, spreading them through the soil. The pattern of the creature’s stride indicated that it was an animal much larger than the doe.Buck.

Metlin.” Someone solidified my theory.

I smiled. Glancing through the brush, there approached the strapping creature raising high his glorious antlers. They graced his head like a crown, both honorable and praiseworthy. He gave a gruff exhale, fog rolling away from flared nostrils. His daunting size boasted strong legs and a broad chest.

This was Anfin’s chance to prove himself. No one was allowed to aid him in the kill. These were strict orders. The fellow Levian would merely determine his skill. My brother’s years of training all lead up to this one crucial point.

Using his bow, he tapped the side of the tree. Acorns and leaves dropped in response. The buck paused, perking his ears toward the sounds. Anfin whispered in Trefec the Poem of the Hunt. It roughly translated, “Great Wood around, great trees with insight, I ask you accept my arrow of humble might.” He raised his bow, carefully aligning one gold-painted arrow.

Alarm unexpectedly rose from the trees, tense vibrations surging through me at once. We were not safe.

The buck stopped, eyes turning toward a large set of boulders in the distance. From behind the boulders appeared a set of glowing yellow eyes.

“Hold!” Cried one of the Levian.

The fog blasted away as a cougar of incredible size leapt out from hiding. His fearsome growl thundered across the forest and his massive claws reached after his target.

The buck reared, using his antlers in defense. The cougar hissed as the buck tossed him onto his side. The young doe was crippled by shock, staring blankly at the cougar.

Anfin froze in alarm as well over our unexpected guest. His bow and arrow wavered in his hands. The Levian remained silent, carefully watching the action unfold.

The cougar leapt back onto his feet, swiping at the buck. His claws caught in the buck’s antlers, and the buck twisted his head. The cougar used all his force to bring down the buck. His massive jaws sank into the buck’s neck, finally turning him onto the ground.

If the cougar killed the buck, it was fair game. Anfin could not claim the cougar’s prize.

Anfin watched, eyes wide, sweat slithering down his brow.

The cougar spotted the doe as she darted away. Unexpectedly, he pounced after her.

Many gasps resounded through the forest. The cougar’s selfish action was an outright act of defiance against the Wood’s ordinance.

The wind grew fierce and the sun disappeared behind clouds. Darkness flooded the wilderness and the trees' branches thrashed violently in the raging winds. It was clear that the cougar’s attack incited anger from the Wood. Justice had to be executed.

“Release your arrow.” I was a fool to think Anfin could hear me, but I urged him anyway. Executing judgement was now Anfin’s responsibility. I feared he was not shrewd to this matter. “Release your arrow.” I clenched my sweating fists together.

Anfin steadied his bow and his golden arrow, eyes focused on the cougar.

As I glanced back at the cougar, an arrow flew directly into his side. I sighed in relief. The cougar roared, seizing in pain. The doe took advantage of the opportunity to escape. The cougar limped back to the buck who lay dead on the ground. The cougar hissed, his final words cursing the Wood. Finally he collapsed atop the buck.

Not a single Levian dared to move. A wave of peace lifted the darkness from the forest at last. The Levian Masters approached the dead creatures. Anfin and I exchanged looks and came out to join them.

Master Venick, a prominent Levian leader, examined the bodies. He was a tall man, auburn hair falling across his shoulders as he leaned down to inspect the cougar’s body. All waited as the Masters came together to determine the outcome. They whispered and examined the evidence for some time.

I lay an arm across Anfin’s shoulder. “It’s all right Anfin. No matter what the outcome, you did well in my opinion.”

Anfin ignored me, focusing only on their debating whispers. Sweat built at his brow, releasing in streams.

I watched father’s face carefully as he debated with the rest of the Masters.

Master Venick bowed his head and approached us at last.

“This is it Anfin.” I gripped his shoulder harder.

Master Venick folded one hand over another. “We will leave the cougar’s body here. He proved himself a traitor. As you know, it is forbidden to take provisions from the carcass of an animal turned traitor. The buck has died, and so it is fair to take his carcass back to camp. May the Wood be happy that the doe fled to safety. May the Wood be honored by our true son of justice.” Master Venick smiled wide. “Congratulations Anfin the Levian!”

All rejoiced, showering him with compliments.

I embraced him as he gave a sigh of relief. “Honor be yours, Anfin. I'm proud of you.”

Father soon wrapped Anfin in his giant arms, a massive smile emerging from his beard. “Honor be yours, my son. You have done it!”

“Thank you, A’menth!” Anfin smiled.

Master Venick turned to father. “Korgen, your son has honored our people and the Wood. Well done!”

“Thank you Venick. Yes, I am very proud of my boy.” Father was glowing.

Endless hands heartily pat Anfin’s back. Praise and respect came from all around. Anfin bowed to his Masters, soaking in the glory.

I turned toward Anfin again. “You proved yourself an honorable judge. That was an unexpected test, but you executed it honorably. You outdid yourself today.”

“Thanks Geth, but it was clear to me that the cougar was out of line. My pure sense of justice and the strength in my arms executed the proper judgement on behalf of our teachers.”

“Well, be grateful to the Wood who has taught you such justice.”

"Yes of course. But it was my bow that did the executing.”

I paused, staring at him. “Try to stay humble, Anfin.”

A peculiar grin sprouted across his face. “I’m on solid ground, brother. Now, come on, my job isn’t done yet.”

We hastened to help the Levian load the buck carcass across the long carrying pole. Many hands helped Anfin carry his prize. As I began to help lift the pole, a hand landed on my shoulder. “Geth! Your brother did well for such a surprise.”

My best friend Aevin pat my back heartily. His wide, bright smile and green eyes were a stark contrast against his dark skin.

“My friend! I didn’t know you were on today’s hunt! I thought this hunt was only for family members and Levian Masters? Not that you aren’t like a brother to me.” I nudged his shoulder.

“But that’s just it Geth. I've been considered!”

“For a Levian title?”

“Yes! Today was my third course. So they’re considering testing me on next week’s hunt!”

I pat him heartily on the back. “That’s incredible news! I know you'll earn the title.”

"Thanks Geth. I hope they'll allow you to join me for the trial. You know I need my brother there!" He smiled, gripping my shoulder.

I bowed my head. "I hope so too, but you know how strict the Levian Masters are when it comes to who is allowed to join the test."

"But your father is a Levian Master, maybe you can nudge him about it." Aevin winked.

"Whatever happens, I'll definitely be there to welcome you upon your return from victory."

The group began to walk back to camp with Anfin’s prize, celebrating with ancient victory songs.

“Your brother was remarkably quiet today for the amount he talks elsewhere.” Aevin began.

“Yes, but this new title will only make his constant bragging that much more unbearable. Now it'll be all about his inborn sense of justice.” I rolled my eyes, sighing.

Aevin laughed, shaking his head. “That’s true. Still, that was an unexpected challenge, and Anfin acted with a level-head. I don’t know what I would do if that were to happen to me. Hopefully it won’t when my test comes!”

“Even if it does, I’m certain you’ll act even more sensibly than Anfin did. You know, I won't deny that I’m amazed by Anfin’s wise decision. I'm actually proud of him today.”

“Well of course you're proud of him- you're his brother. But that doesn’t mean you have to be happy for him.” He winked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Anfin's countless titles don’t affect me anymore. At this point, I’m used to living under his giant shadow. I no longer wonder if I’ll ever escape it.”

Aevin pat my shoulder with a strong hand. “Worry not my friend. I know your time will come. You have many important skills that our people need and the Wood will undoubtedly utilize. Your ability to sense the voice of the Wood and determine their wisdom is like none I've ever known. That is a rare gift, one we all wish we were born with. Yet I’m quite sure you were born with such a gift!”

I smiled, bowing my head. “Thanks, but I'm by no means perfect.” I glanced upward, enthralled by the trees all around, “ I guess I just feel more at home in the forest than I do in our own camp.”

He smiled. “I know. You’ve always been that way.” He nudged my arm. “In fact, do you remember how we used to walk together in this forest as children? Somehow you always lost your boots and you would run barefoot through the trees.” He laughed, poking my shoulder. “Do you remember the time you fell asleep in the giant tree beside the river? Your father had to lift me up on his shoulders in order to get you back down.” He shook his head, laughing. “I couldn’t believe you fell asleep in the branches of a teacher!”

I laughed. "Well, that tree was a favorite of mine when I was young. I loved listening to its voice, it was soothing and calm, like a lullaby. It was my own home away from home. I was in that tree as often as I could be." A cob-webbed memory suddenly fired through my brain and I snapped my fingers in the air. "In fact, I even hid my favorite toy bear in a hole in that tree, come to think of it!"

"What? You mean the bear your mother made you?"

I bowed, my smile falling. "Yeah." I turned my bow in my hands anxiously. "That happened so long ago, I nearly forgot about it." I turned to Aevin, smile curling mischievously. "I'm beginning to remember why I hid my bear in my tree in the first place! Father told me that I had to share the bear with Anfin since it was mother's last gift she made us. But I couldn't handle sharing it with him. So I ran away and hid it in my tree."

Aevin paused. "Do you think it's still there?"

I smiled wide, "Maybe.”

“At least you know your mother's bear is in good hands. Would you ever want to find it again and bring it home?”

I sighed, trying to remember my mother's face. “I think I'm happy knowing it's forever safe in my tree.”

"I understand." Aevin smiled.

We watched Anfin support his kill on his shoulder with as much strength as he could muster. The fellow Levian helped carry his prize on their shoulders, as a display of unity.

Aevin turned his bow around in his hands. “After today’s surprise, Anfin may be invited to a seat at the Fellowmen’s Council. They may consider training him as a Head Judge. That would be a very rare honor for someone his age.”

My nerves spiked at the notion. “Well that title may come for him one day in the distant future. I think he’s still too young to attend any Council sessions. But for today, he’s proven himself be to be a Levian. I think that’s enough for now, right?” I nudged Aevin with the edge of my bow.

“For certain.”

Daylight grew brighter as the army of fog marched onward, leaving the forest in its wake. The sun’s rays speared through the trees, penetrating the dark soil beneath. As we continued down the trail toward the village, something sharp jabbed my ankle. I winced, glancing downward. My mouth dropped immediately.

“What’s the matter, Geth?” Aevin glanced over his shoulder as he passed me.

My head shot back up. “Oh, my cloak got caught on some thorns. You go on ahead. I’ll be along shortly.”

“All right. See you at the celebration ceremony.”

I waited for Aevin to disappear into the distance. Kneeling down, I dug into the soil and pulled out a gold-painted arrow. I gasped, my eyes frozen on it. “What? No.” I stared at my brother’s stray arrow for an eternity. Anfin’s title, his honor, and his future now depended on me. Sweat slithered down my brow and my hand began to shake.

Mindlessly I broke the arrow in half, shoving the splintered pieces into my cloak pocket. Some sliver of desire to protect my brother’s honor overruled the voice inside screaming to reveal his failure. Still, a more plaguing question taunted me. I turned, spotting the cougar’s body in the distance.

Quickly I ran through the trees, ducking under branch and leaping over brush. I tripped down to my knees, landing beside the fallen animal. An arrow was still stuck in his side and carefully I removed it. I examined the bloody item, eyes devouring every detail. It did not resemble any of our Levian weaponry.

As I studied the foreign arrow, it began to disintegrate in my hand. Within seconds the wood splintered and faded into dust. “No! What?” The wind blew away the sandy aftermath from my palm. I reached after it in vain. My only clue had disappeared right before my eyes like some sort of strange magic. I sat frozen in utter disbelief. For a certainty that arrow had not been crafted by our people.

Something, or someone foreign had been in our forest, waiting for this precise moment to strike. And they were most likely still here.

My skin grew cold and my heart palpitated. I backed away slowly from the body, searching through the trees for a stray set of eyes. But the forest was silent. Terror struck me and I dashed blindly toward the village.


Rae Elliott is a self-published author of science fiction and fantasy novels. Rae is also a Podcast producer, Blogger, Radio Drama producer, and Ent-hugger (she's especially proud of that last accomplishment). Rae finds writing to be a wonderful escape from reality, which is why she can be found most days creating fantasy worlds, or practicing archery barefoot in her backyard. Find out more about Rae, her blog about writing tips for new authors, or her books at: Or look for her on Twitter at : @barelyharebooks , Pinterest: Rae Elliott , and Facebook: Rae Elliott.

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