I am hoping for some feedback. This is a rough draft, and my first novel. Any constructive criticisms is welcome.
TIDAL ISLES - BOOK ONE - CHAPTER ONE - ANG DEAVER
Skydda, alpha male of the Viska wolf pack, closed his eyes and cast his magic out into the forest and up into the mountains on this warm summer night. He let his mind float across the land, sensing his pack as they wound their way through the trees and up into the mountains. Sensing the familiar essence of Zuri, one of the Viska Guard, he spoke into Zuri's mind.
Ah, one of my favorite celebrations.
Is there any celebration that isn’t one of your favorites? asked Zuri.
True. Things here are going slowly. May I join you?
Skydda felt as Zuri's magical ward came down. Skydda pushed his magic through his own sight and bound it to Zuri’s eyes. As Zuri looked around the meadow near the top of Brohir mountain, Skydda could now see many of his pack gathering around the flat green plain, celebrating the return of summer. Skydda watched as Zuri looked over the ridge down the side of the mountain as the pure white Viska wolves prowled through the great forest of ancient pines until they made their way to the top and into the meadow. They gathered to welcome the new season, underneath a nighttime sky filled with multi-colored threads of light dancing across the starlit heavens. The blue, red and white gossamer of lights intertwined as they wove a mystical story all their own.
continue...
TIDAL ISLES - BOOK ONE - CHAPTER ONE - ANG DEAVER
Skydda, alpha male of the Viska wolf pack, closed his eyes and cast his magic out into the forest and up into the mountains on this warm summer night. He let his mind float across the land, sensing his pack as they wound their way through the trees and up into the mountains. Sensing the familiar essence of Zuri, one of the Viska Guard, he spoke into Zuri's mind.
Ah, one of my favorite celebrations.
Is there any celebration that isn’t one of your favorites? asked Zuri.
True. Things here are going slowly. May I join you?
Skydda felt as Zuri's magical ward came down. Skydda pushed his magic through his own sight and bound it to Zuri’s eyes. As Zuri looked around the meadow near the top of Brohir mountain, Skydda could now see many of his pack gathering around the flat green plain, celebrating the return of summer. Skydda watched as Zuri looked over the ridge down the side of the mountain as the pure white Viska wolves prowled through the great forest of ancient pines until they made their way to the top and into the meadow. They gathered to welcome the new season, underneath a nighttime sky filled with multi-colored threads of light dancing across the starlit heavens. The blue, red and white gossamer of lights intertwined as they wove a mystical story all their own.
continue...
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