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The Prophecy Chronicles: Prophecy Foretold was a labor of love for many years. For most of that time I didn’t even know what the story was going to be about, let alone the title or the main character. Like most of my story ideas, it started with a single kernel that took root in the fertile crannies of my mind, coming back to me whenever I let my mind wander. It all started when I was sixteen or seventeen, driving home in a snowstorm from a night job at a grocery store.
My family lived in rural Iowa, several miles off pavement on a gravel road. To get to that gravel road I traveled first from a wide paved highway (the “new” highway, even though it’d been there longer than I’ve been alive) to a narrow stretch of concrete with raised curbs and nonexistent shoulders (yep, you guessed it, the “old” highway), then finally to the meandering gravel path. Shortly after turning onto the old highway there was a series of s-curves. Alongside the road midway through these deceptively dangerous curves was a small field with a pond on the far side.
I was driving home in the snowstorm and as I came around the s-curves I saw the opening sequence in Prophecy Foretold, plain as day. I could see my car sliding across the road, crashing through a fence and rolling onto the frozen surface of that pond…only to have the ice break and send me into the depths. I remember shivering and thinking what a horrible way to go that would be! Fortunately I didn’t lose control, but that kernel took root and came to me often over the years.
Now fast forward a couple of years to when I was a senior in high school. I was taking a lit course that involved some creative writing assignments, one of which involved choosing one of a dozen images and writing a short mystery about it. I can’t remember any of the pictures except the one I chose. It was a black-and-white drawing showing a boy from behind. He sat on what looked like a flatbed train car riding rails along a raised causeway, water lapping along both sides of the pier. The car had a mast rising from the middle of it, a sail carrying it along the rails. Again, plain as day, I saw what that picture was meant to be: the ending of Prophecy Foretold. I knew the surroundings weren’t water, but rather a sea of acid, and the boy (but not a boy, a man) fled a desperate situation, the hopes of his people riding with him.
Just like the car wreck, this idea stuck with me, putting down seeds and flourishing in the darkness of my mind. It wasn’t until nearly fifteen years later that I finally realized those two ideas were kernels for the same story, that they would bookend my first novel. Where do ideas come from? I don’t really know, but for me they usually sneak up when I least expect it, blinding me with their clarity and branding themselves onto my mind. They are the vivid images that won’t leave, that come back to fill the silences at the end of the day. Sometimes they coalesce into a great story, and if you’re very lucky, into a series. Happy reading, and good luck with any surprising ideas that may sneak up on you and refuse to fade!
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An accident made him a savior. Now Daniel Marten struggles to find himself and a way home while the armies of Naphthali battle to control him.
These are dark days for Naphthali. The king has been murdered, the land invaded by the Imperial Army. It will absorb Naphthali into an Empire that stretches across all of Enialé at any cost. The ravaged people cling to an ancient promise, an assurance that a Prophesied savior will come to set them free…Daniel Martin is trapped in a life that hasn’t gone as expected. His pharmacy is struggling and he is losing all hope of making a difference in his patients’ lives. His family is the one shining light in his disenchanted life, but he is torn from them when an accident draws him to Naphthali. The people need him but Daniel is driven by his need to return to the family he loves. Is he the Prophesied One? Only time will tell as both the Empire and the Resistance battle for Daniel while the fate of Naphthali hangs in the balance…