About
the Book
Title: The Girl With Red Hair
Title: The Girl With Red Hair
Author:
Michael J. Sanford
Genre:
Fantasy
She
was just a lost girl when they found her.
The circumstances are odd, that much is true. But she's just a child. She needs protecting. She needs guardians.
Before long, strange magic manifests from the small girl, equally awe inspiring as it is terrifying.
Does she control the fire and light?
Or do they control her?
Shadows are rising from Alfuria, the very world beneath their feet. Sometimes they call, wishing for an unending embrace.
Dragons have risen as well, from myth and legend, stalking land and sky. The roar of such beasts shakes even the most resolute warrior.
Shadows, gods, dragons, and the girl with red hair. What is real and what is merely illusion?
Adelaide is undoubtedly important.
That
may be the only certainty.
Author
Bio
Michael
has always been a prisoner to his imagination. His childhood was
spent running through the forest, pretending to be a gallant warrior
saving the countryside from certain destruction. Or he was a
ferocious beast terrorizing the very same countryside. There is
always a story spinning through his mind. As an adult, writing has
become the only way to keep his head from exploding.
He lives in upstate New York with his loving wife and two cats. If he's not writing, he's likely reading, weightlifting, or forcing his players into difficult situations from behind his Dungeon Master's screen. He is a storyteller first and a writer second.
He lives in upstate New York with his loving wife and two cats. If he's not writing, he's likely reading, weightlifting, or forcing his players into difficult situations from behind his Dungeon Master's screen. He is a storyteller first and a writer second.
Links
Twitter:
@mjsauthor
Book
Excerpts
Excerpt
#1 from Prologue
She
wanted more than anything to save the world. More than any other
before it. The best parts of it existed because she had dreamed them
up, and she couldn’t
bear the thought of watching it all crumble. Or watching her die. But
the desire hadn’t been without consequence, and now action would
need to be taken to prevent that inevitable fate. A fate that always
found a way of growing, festering, and fulfilling its own prophecy.
There were innumerable ways to that end, but only one away from it.
Or so she hoped.
She had
made the first move. The bark of her arms and the leaves that
sprouted from her scalp were proof enough of that. Not that she
minded. It made her look like…
She shook her head, dispelling the image that had brought her to that
moment. To every moment. It was reckless and blind, though it had
seemed so right at the moment. She still didn’t fully understand
how she had gotten to that place. And she couldn’t stop shaking.
She had
to take two steps for every one of his. No matter how quickly she
moved, the tall elven man stayed a full stride ahead of her. She was
breathing heavily and her heart thundered against her ribs, but it
wasn’t
a result of the pace.
“Are
you sure this is necessary?” she asked.
He
turned his head, golden hair floating about it in a haze of
brilliance. “Yes,”
he said. “You began this. Would you rather die with the world? And
the rest at your side?”
She
shook her head. No, she didn’t
want to die, though it wasn’t that threat that drove her. She
didn’t care so much whether she died, as long as she
lived. Her perfection. Otherwise, what was the point?
“The
world deserves a chance,” she said as they rounded a corner and
took to the winding set of stone steps. “But there must be some
other way.” That sick feeling of regret crept into her stomach and
sat menacing. It was a feeling she didn’t think she’d ever get
used to. It made things real. Made them matter.
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