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Future Plans
I've thoroughly enjoyed writing Windrake's Rogue and hope to continue Trey's journey in the next book. My plan is to turn Windrake's Rogue into a trilogy and already have ideas for how I might twist future plots. And you know Bree is itching to get some. I do have other projects I'm working on, so I'll have to base the priority book 2 on the reception of the 1st book. I do think I have a title for my next project, so I can give you a sneak peak at that: Leyva's Champion.
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Encore
The note is over, that's it. You don't need to read this anymore. There's a five hundred word minimum on Royal Road chapters so I'm going to keep filling space. I'm going to paste the first scene from chapter one, just so we can reminisce on where it all started.
“Don’t abandon her just yet, Gordon!” Marvin pleaded, slamming his fists on the desk. “I beg you!” He stood in the middle of a large, stately office atop Windrake Academy's tallest tower. His dark brown eyes bore into the seated figure on the other side of the desk as the pair engaged in a battle of wills.
“She’s complicit in everything he does!” an exasperated reply came volleying back to the standing petitioner. “Do you understand how bad it has become? Children are being sent into Greshelm every day carrying the decapitated heads of their own parents. That is what happens when someone refuses to join.”
Marvin grimaced, but that did not stop his colleague's tirade as Gordon continued to berate him. “Grimmault is razing the fortress of Palagon as we speak. His followers are delusional fanatics. They are blood-binding their firstborn to him! If she hasn’t decided to put a stop to it by now, then she is too far gone!”
“She’s scared! She doesn't have a path out.”
Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
“Scared?!” Gordon exclaimed, rising from his seat. His well-trimmed beard framed his scowl. “She’s a dangerous mind mage who has done nothing but support his nefarious campaign for dominance. Her powers will soon eclipse my own. We have to take her out while we can.”
“Come on, Gordon; you’re better than this. You know Elena.”
“I knew the Elena that attended Windrake Academy,” Gordon replied bitterly as he sat back down and stared off into his office. “That Elena is gone.”
“Dammit, Gordon.” Marvin shot back, his fingers gripping at his long black hair in frustration. “You know that’s not true.”
Gordon pointed a menacing finger at the stubborn dissenter, fury igniting in his eyes. “It’s time to face the reality, Marvin. She won’t speak to me, but she might speak to you. You need to do what needs to be done. Kill her on sight.”
“No,” Marvin replied defiantly. A rumble of thunder from outside punctuated the word. Heedless of what transpired inside the tower, it signaled the arrival of a more literal storm.
“Are you refusing an order from the Grand Oracle?” Gordon challenged, deciding he was done arguing.
“I’m under no obligation to follow orders from the Grand Oracle,” Marvin countered.
“Fine,” Gordon huffed, his frustration evident. “Are you refusing a direct order from your headmaster?”
“I am not,” Marvin said, shaking his head in defeat. “You are no longer my headmaster. I quit.” He slowly turned around and strode toward the exit, his footsteps heavy, and his eyes determined to not look back.
The Grand Oracle’s bluish-gray eyes watched reluctantly as his friend and colleague departed, realizing that he had pushed too far. He swallowed and extended his hand forward to the retreating figure, but his lips remained stubbornly still.
To the growing sound of thunder, Marvin began the long, solitary descent down the spiraling staircase, leaving behind his tattered allegiance to Windrake.
