Nancy Ann Creed

  Photo by Unseen Studio on Unsplash Crafting Stories: A Decade of Passion The ink is a pulse, a rhythmic beat, Where worlds are born and shadows meet. For ten long years, the stories have grown, In quiet rooms and the great unknown— From the dark of the woods to the stars above, Built with a decade of labor and love. There is a lightning strike in the chest When a character finally stands the test, When a sentence clicks like a skeleton key And the soul of the book is finally free. I know these bones, I know they are strong, I’ve carried these voices for far too long. But the silence is heavy, a vast, open sea, Between the heart of the book and the eyes that should see. I’ve woven the magic, I’ve mapped out the stars, I’ve bled on the pages and counted the scars. I stand at the window, my hands on the glass, Watching the world and the witnesses pass. "Look here," I whisper, "the bridge is now built, Full of wonder and terror, of glory and guilt." ...

This is a request from the bottom of my heart. Somewhere out there, I put a piece of my soul into this book, dreaming of the day it would find its readers. I'm asking you, begging you... please be one of my readers. If you've ever wanted to support an author's dream, if you've ever wanted to get in on the ground floor of a new series you can fall in love with, please give The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve a chance. This is how dreams live or die. Please. Read it. Fall in love. https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd Photo by Evi T. on Unsplash Kindest reader, as you hurry past, The silent shelves, I pray you pause at last. I kneel a beggar at the gate, you see, Pleading for just one hour of your life from me. Within these pages rests a hollow ache, The very soul I sacrificed for the writing's sake. Don't let my effort vanish, spent in vain; Please lift the cover, try to read the strain. I didn't simply type these words you'll find; I opened up the labyrinth...