The Eden Chronicles is the fantasy series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In writing the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead animals and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit More Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then document the end of the Eden I have followed. After that, the series ends.
As a sequel to the Eden Chronicles, I plan to write the Dragonknight books, telling of the future, where humans now live in Eden.
The books will document the lives of the kings and queens of the dragons, as well as the lives of commondragons and other beings.
A LITTLE BIT MORE THAN LOVE, Book 1 of the Eden Chronicles SYNOPSIS
The book is divided into three parts. In Part 1, The Start of Love, two dragons are guided by the Great Ones to find each other. Circumstances lead to Kikikyo, the Crown Prince, saving Twera from a demon. At the conclusion of Part 1, they realize that they have true love.
Part 2 picks up with their first mating flight together. They meet Grithmi, a Pegasus, and Catfokk, a scarlet-and-gold phoenix. Catfokk falls in love with a demoness, against the advice of his friends. That relationship causes him to question everything about the Eden he knows. After the friends save Catfokk from himself, a demon by the name of Clakbok invades the Council, bent on killing Kikikyo and Twera.
Kikikyo stands in the way of the demon's fatal strike. Paarthurnax, Kikikyo's aging father, throws himself in front of the demon. With no time to turn aside, the fell beast kills the ancient king. With his last breath, Paarthurnax names Kikikyo as the new king. Clakbok vows to one day kill the young king.
Part 3, From Death, Life, picks up about two months later. Kikikyo is off hunting for Clakbok, while pregnant Twera is home at the palace. The fell demon sneaks up on the king and kills him. As he dies, he sends his spirit back to his Twera for one last farewell.
Instead, Twera vows to kill Clakbok. By doing so, she would bring her true love back from the dead. But, there is one small problem. Twera is nearly due to Lay and she is nearly blind. It would be impossible for her to go out alone, ffind the demon, and kill it.
Twera ffinds a spell that can recall spirits. She summons Paarthurnax for his wisdom and advice. She then travels out to the homes of their old friends, asking for their help. The future looks dark and gray from Twera's point of view. She sets out, knowing her love is watching over her, waiting to be brought home.
To tell more, of course, would spoil the story. Below I have sketched out my ideas for some of the other books.
HOPE FOR EDEN
This is the tale of Pandora, the last queen of Eden's dragons. She is forced into hiding by an invasion of humans. Since her parents named her Hope, she knows her destiny is to unite the creatures of Eden and provide a light in the dark room of their future.
IN THE BEGINNING
This story is told by an old dragon grandmother. It tells of the formation of the universe from Nothing by the Being that would later give rise to the Great Ones. It also tells the story of the first Dragon King, Draco himself.
THE REVOLUTION
This is the story of the Failed Revolution. In it, Crown Prince Rokujo is enchanted by demons into overthrowing and killing his family and his world. This tragic tale tells of the final battle, where many dragons died. The new ruler set aside the battlefield as a memorial called Wasteland. It would take many centuries ffor the population to recover.
This is only a small sample of the stories of Eden. Another series, Encounter, will trace the interactions between humans and magic through history, literature, and my imagination.
In writing the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead animals and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit More Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then document the end of the Eden I have followed. After that, the series ends.
As a sequel to the Eden Chronicles, I plan to write the Dragonknight books, telling of the future, where humans now live in Eden.
The books will document the lives of the kings and queens of the dragons, as well as the lives of commondragons and other beings.
A LITTLE BIT MORE THAN LOVE, Book 1 of the Eden Chronicles SYNOPSIS
The book is divided into three parts. In Part 1, The Start of Love, two dragons are guided by the Great Ones to find each other. Circumstances lead to Kikikyo, the Crown Prince, saving Twera from a demon. At the conclusion of Part 1, they realize that they have true love.
Part 2 picks up with their first mating flight together. They meet Grithmi, a Pegasus, and Catfokk, a scarlet-and-gold phoenix. Catfokk falls in love with a demoness, against the advice of his friends. That relationship causes him to question everything about the Eden he knows. After the friends save Catfokk from himself, a demon by the name of Clakbok invades the Council, bent on killing Kikikyo and Twera.
Kikikyo stands in the way of the demon's fatal strike. Paarthurnax, Kikikyo's aging father, throws himself in front of the demon. With no time to turn aside, the fell beast kills the ancient king. With his last breath, Paarthurnax names Kikikyo as the new king. Clakbok vows to one day kill the young king.
Part 3, From Death, Life, picks up about two months later. Kikikyo is off hunting for Clakbok, while pregnant Twera is home at the palace. The fell demon sneaks up on the king and kills him. As he dies, he sends his spirit back to his Twera for one last farewell.
Instead, Twera vows to kill Clakbok. By doing so, she would bring her true love back from the dead. But, there is one small problem. Twera is nearly due to Lay and she is nearly blind. It would be impossible for her to go out alone, ffind the demon, and kill it.
Twera ffinds a spell that can recall spirits. She summons Paarthurnax for his wisdom and advice. She then travels out to the homes of their old friends, asking for their help. The future looks dark and gray from Twera's point of view. She sets out, knowing her love is watching over her, waiting to be brought home.
To tell more, of course, would spoil the story. Below I have sketched out my ideas for some of the other books.
HOPE FOR EDEN
This is the tale of Pandora, the last queen of Eden's dragons. She is forced into hiding by an invasion of humans. Since her parents named her Hope, she knows her destiny is to unite the creatures of Eden and provide a light in the dark room of their future.
IN THE BEGINNING
This story is told by an old dragon grandmother. It tells of the formation of the universe from Nothing by the Being that would later give rise to the Great Ones. It also tells the story of the first Dragon King, Draco himself.
THE REVOLUTION
This is the story of the Failed Revolution. In it, Crown Prince Rokujo is enchanted by demons into overthrowing and killing his family and his world. This tragic tale tells of the final battle, where many dragons died. The new ruler set aside the battlefield as a memorial called Wasteland. It would take many centuries ffor the population to recover.
This is only a small sample of the stories of Eden. Another series, Encounter, will trace the interactions between humans and magic through history, literature, and my imagination.
Pride is a belief in myself (or someone else) that within me is something no one else has just like me. Pride can be a wonderful thing. My coaches are proud of me when I execute a move perfectly. I am proud of my efforts when I get the right answer to a test question. However, pride can have a negative connotation. If I am prideful of my singing talent or of my sports accomplishments, then I am not feeling the right kind of pride. Yes, I can be pleased with my abilities; but when I let it go to my head, then I am full of pride, just like Odysseus often was. By believing that I am the only person with that talent, I inflate my ego. I believe myself to be “the best of the best,” and this can damage my relationships with others. They would not want my company if the only things I spoke of were my own accomplishments.
Meghan ran to the bus stop, where she saw Pompika. Thankfully Pompika looked at her politely and said “You know I saw Reg but ya know, how she’s jus’ across the street, she seems a lil’ mad!” Meghan thought for a second and thought ‘why lose Pompika?’ and said, “Geez I don’t know?” Now she wished she had told the truth, instead of lying. “Oh I wish ya did.” Pompika said. “Tsk-Tsk, bad grammar Pompi” said Meghan. “Sorry, fine I wish you did. There ya… you go” “Hhhmmm, nice save.” Meghan said. “Hey look, Reg’s a comin’” said Pompika. “Great that’s good… wait REG!!!” said Meghan. “What?” said Pompika. "nothing."
i am looking for the star, our star, but this time i am alone, you aren't standing on the port next to me..
i feel i am lost now, i can't find this star. you remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one star in the whole Portsaid's sky..
you didn't belive that one star is exist.. you said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought you was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what you were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
you was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but you .. you didn't point to the same star, you saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? or ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
i feel i am lost now, i can't find this star. you remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one star in the whole Portsaid's sky..
you didn't belive that one star is exist.. you said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought you was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what you were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
you was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but you .. you didn't point to the same star, you saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? or ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
You hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
You twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
You think you can hurt me,
Just because you gave me money,
You think you can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made you fell.
I wish you have never given birth to me,
I wish I can expose what you are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate you to the heart's core,
I want you to hear my vengeful call.
I respect you because I must,
Yet you blame me for not giving you my trust.
How can I love, or trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to you by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever you will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
You twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
You think you can hurt me,
Just because you gave me money,
You think you can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made you fell.
I wish you have never given birth to me,
I wish I can expose what you are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate you to the heart's core,
I want you to hear my vengeful call.
I respect you because I must,
Yet you blame me for not giving you my trust.
How can I love, or trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to you by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever you will grieve