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When the Mist Rises, the story of friendship and the unseen, now bears its first 100% human made cover.

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Reading is free, always.

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This image is just a placeholder — the real cover art is coming.
And yes, this story is all me… my words, my voice.
I’m just using every tool I can to share it.
No worries. Read if you want.
The Mist rises either way.

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I wrote two 70-page novellas, When the Mist Rises &
Brotherhood of the Mist,
and I just got the inspiration to begin the third.
Are you into the esoteric, nature & farming, with a touch of alien energy?
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I am now pushed to begin the third in the series of novelas, something I have been resisting because it felt weird, even for my vivid imagination.
But I have been outvoted, so look out for #CeeJay in 'I don't even have a name for it yet.' 😑

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#Brotherhood_of_the_Mist is still in beta reader form.
It is the sequel to my 75 page novella #WhenTheMistRises.

You hear me talk about Jack, well.....

But you have to read When The Mist Rises, found via my website, (🔗 bio) to get in on the mystery.

Jack is introduced in the sequel. Sign up. ☺ 🌱

I completed the sequel to When The Mist Rises over the weekend. It's another novella, about 75 pages.
There is a certain desire and strange longing escaping through the spaces that separate the words, that tugs at the heartstrings.

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If you are one of those person who purchased a copy of my novela #WhenTheMistRises from my Ko-fi page, (or any of my self-published books from Amazon or where ever),
for my upcoming birthday, your best gift to me would be a nice review.
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If you like my writing here, you will like my books.

I am writing the sequel to this novella. One night, I was on my mat, minding my business, when my grandmother came telling me to do it.
"Why, I argued. It's not like the first one was a roaring success, except in my head.
"Yuh still like arguing, she tutted.
You can guess who won.
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His skin was the colour of the deepest blueberry
his lips like burnt cherry,
he was her alien king who appeared without warning to challenge the beliefs she kept holding;
that the fever burning inside could never subside,
she was in for the ride of her life.

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