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Since earliest recorded Rhynn history, the clan chiefs able to call up the largest armies claimed the title. Before customs shifted and narrowed over the centuries, women bore the title as often as men. Derived from the Aurelic word for protector, the rhi was both ruler and warrior, able...

A title earned by few and respected by all, it attests the bearer is, at a minimum, a physician of sufficient learning he is unlikely to kill you with his ministrations. Before earning the right to wear a daor’s medallion, candidates complete seven arduous years of education after graduating...

Even the quietest life leaves at least a scratch on the world as it passes through. A few lives gouge scars so deep they change the course of all that comes after them. Dowan Iverach’s was one of those. Legend of the Storm Hawks...

The story of Captain Ban and the Hollow Hill led me to explore the fascinating historical hillforts of Britain. These tiered earthen Bronze and Iron Age fortresses seemed reminiscent of the ceremonial mounds the Native American Eastern Woodland tribes constructed in their towns. Interesting. Another cultural parallel. The concept...

“For the next thousand years, Aurel women bore the children of their forest lovers. Their half-faery daughters were lovely, but they were barren, as all hybrids are. This made the women sad, so they spurned their forest lovers yet again.” Isobel had always wanted to change that part of...

Clan Aleron figures prominently throughout the Rootstock saga. The Hawks of Aleron are content to keep to their mountains until the storms of kings and causes threaten their way of life. Ancient tales foretell the coming of the Storm Hawks. To their own chagrin, Sethlyan Callan, Aengus Gruder, and...

If ever a man was too clever for his own good, it was the learned Daor Ranald. A middle-aged scholar with silver-rimmed spectacles and a curly brown mop of hair that refused any efforts at taming, he was always moving, talking, or reading. Often all at once. Legend of...

Malatchee leads Tobias on an arduous trek to an eagle-shaped effigy mound in book three, The Witch of Lurago. Thousands of thousands of rocks, chunks of quartz in rose pink and pale grey and every shade in between, formed a shape he’d dismissed as piles of rubble when he ran...

I admit, I do not condense well. The idea of pitching all four books in a query letter to a literary agent is as daunting as the writing itself....

For eight years, the Rootstock saga has been the story playing out in my head. The characters are with me when I fall asleep at night and on my drive in to work the next morning. It is bittersweet to write the end to their stories. I think I’m...