The closest rider’s brow appeared, and she released her arrow. An undulating line of conical helmets broke the jagged horizon, and she raised her bow. It was a time for concentration, a time to release all she had learned. Hatred rose in her mouth like a foul liquid, and she forced it down. Now she stood alone, the hooves of their mounts shaking the ground beneath her feet. She waited for them atop the steep hill, a battleground of her choosing. I promise if you keep reading for the next fifteen years, I'll keep writing. □ Thank you for taking a chance on this author, and thank you for patience and your support. Someone once told me it takes a lot of nerve to write a book, and even more nerve for you to expect someone to pay you for it. It's been an interesting journey filled with triumphs and challenges, but most of all it's been a blast writing, publishing and sharing my stories and the stories of my fellow authors with you. It was a fantastic day.Īnd now here I am, fifteen years and 48 books later. It was a consignment free book signing, because that's how that Starbucks supported Black authors back in the day. My wife Vickie and my sister Debra assisted me, and my friends and family came out to support. Fifteen years ago this month I set up a table in the Magic Johnson Starbucks on Cascade Road for my first ever book sale/signing for my first novel, Meji Book One.
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