I was sixteen or seventeen when I began writing a story set in the Ofrann Desert of Axxord. I never finished that story, but the setting and characters, Kayarra and Aya, stayed with me through graduation, marriage, the birth of a son, full-time employment, and part-time vocations. Twenty years passed. I completed the draft of a novel I called Rainbow Gold. Then, while searching through notes and partially completed manuscripts, I located a handwritten copy of that early, unnamed manuscript. Many of the elements that had captured my imagination all those years ago captivated me again. I began writing. Not from where I'd left off, but from a new page one. In those intervening years, both the original story and I had matured. And for the next fifteen years, I wrote . . . first the draft, then a full rewrite. And during that time, I met and befriended other writers. I studied writing. I wrote short pieces. I was appointed director of an online writing workshop. I taught what I'd learned through experience and education. I joined a critique group, PC Quill. And finally, I finished Moons' Kiss, and wept as I wrote the final sentence.
They found him in the South Ofrann Desert, where everything evil lived. No one knew what he was. Most called him a demon. One leader thought this stranger-without-a-past held the key to tribal peace and prosperity. That leader’s enemies saw an opportunity to gain control of the nation.