Eyes of Shadow Trilogy

The future is an unknown variable, but your nature is known through the experiences of your past. There is one absolute of this life, the universal truth that every living thing must die. What does the word must mean in that statement?  Every living thing must die?  It sounds morbid, and even immoral in a sense. Nevertheless, all living things, despite their varying contributions of love, hate, violence or peace, are bound by the curse of death. Despite this shared fate, I believe the energy that animates the living is neither good or evil. Our free will empowers us to shape and harnesses that spark we're infused with and aim our influences towards the heights or depths of the life path we choose. My book, Eyes of Shadow: Myth of Oblivion,  stares down the concepts of existence and death. Edward, our protagonist in the book, comes face to face with the cold touch of the grim reaper after the loss of his sister. During his turbulent psychological quest, he cha...

Belief focuses, clarifies and animates people to action. The judgment of those actions are beholden to the reflection of history.  As the various characters from my book The Eyes of Shadow: Myth of Oblivion come to life, I'm finding the intricacies of human behavior quite fascinating. For example, what are the drivers for each of the character's behaviors? Given the multiple methods people can be influenced, (e.g. auditory, tactile, or visual) it can be challenging to drill-down to just one. Therefore, I have decided to incorporate multiple catalysts throughout this book. The impetus of belief helps to fuel the under currents of their lives and civilizations. However, I still run into the obstacle of why. Why are there agitators? Why do the characters react in specific ways to these agitators? Well, they didn't just wake up one day and decide this is how I view the world . Human behavior is influenced by more than just instinct. It is influenced by a society's b...

The world is but a fragment sliced from the celestial womb of creation and cast to ellipse the heavens Last year I was spring cleaning in my attic and found treasure! It was a shoe box bound by a dusty, red off color string of yarn. It had been at least several years since I arranged the attic so I honestly did not have a clue as to what was in this slightly heavy box I found. When I opened it, I peered at a book stuffed with folded loose papers. They were my old writings from middle school all the way through college. I had reduced the amount of time I wrote creatively to only once or twice every year or so since I had left college. Furthermore, the writings I did have were scribbled on unbound pieces of paper and scattered across a variety of locations including inside books, notebooks, clothing pockets, drawers, well, you get the picture. Finding this box was a sign. Well, one sign. Also last year, my younger sister Elyssa passed away. She was only 29 years old. Elyssa an...