Seals of the Ages

I have spent a fair amount of my life reading, and I joyously remember being read to as a child. I’ve dabbled in writing poetry and songs, short stories, and the like. I stayed away from writing novels for one reason only, well two: One I can’t type with more than two fingers, and more importantly, I can’t spell for the life of me. The internet and computers changed all that, and as the years wore on I could no longer contain the itch, and off I went tapping one key at a time, two fingers proving to eight others how little they were needed.

I recently completed my first series: Seals of the Ages, three books that stand alone, each with its own special story, yet connected in a bigger and hopefully more profound and intriguing way. I made some missteps along the way. Like most new writers I though myself ready and able to tell a story, all because I knew grammar and the difference between a verb and an adverb. I might give myself some credit, that the premise of my story was sound, but I had much to learn about the craft. As book two reached completion, and as I continued searching for perfection by taking courses and devouring everything I could find on the craft of writing, something clicked, not exactly a eureka moment, but damn close: first, there is no such thing as perfection, but there was a way to write better.

That moment made me tear apart my first book along with the second, and find an editor who would understand the strange place I had put myself in, and next beg his help that I might produce something that would be meaningful and enjoyable to the reader.

In the end I wrote five books to produce a series of three. The few readers I had (dare I say) captivated along the way were as confused as could be, and I offer a great thanks to them for allowing me to take my journey at my pace and in a manner where I could be proud of what I might accomplish.

About the books. It would appear I have a particular fondness for female characters without even having chosen to proceed that way. The story I started out to tell turned out to be more complex and far reaching than I had even planned. The first book, “The Druid and the Flower,” went somewhat the way it was planned, yet the characters took hold and took me on a more elaborate journey than I had envisioned. This first book has a slower start than the other two that followed, such that even with the many changes I made having honed my craft somewhat, something inside me held me to leave the central part of the story alone, as it now belonged to the world. (albeit a small one).

The second book, “Ashima,” took on a life of its own. While the first book dealt with the time after the Great Collapse of civilization somewhere in the twenty-second century, the book, Ashima, introduced the seeds of Magic in a select few offsprings of the central characters from the first book. This second book does not sit and ponder what is to happen next, instead it dives in on a number of fronts, allowing a variety of circumstances and groups to converge at lightning speed on what can only be another Armageddon.


The third book, “Riddle of the Keep” up where the second lets go. Well, yes, there is a twist there as well. The Guardians whom you meet in book one, and again in book two have done what was necessary for the Earth Garden (not a word used in any of the books) to survive. The story is fast paced and filled with surprise, the irony being that I caution readers to slow down and not miss a hidden agenda I have buried in the long journey to this point in time.


This third book brings the saga to a point where the Earth Garden is on a new and hopefully enlightened path. The journey goes on, and it might in some future undertaking have another story to tell, but the full breakdown and reintroduction of humanity along with some new attributed give a fresh start to a Garden that might have lost its way.


I hope you get a chance to read my books. I have put my very soul into their being readable and enjoyable. Just ask my editor; he now has to dye his hair to look young.