Aiyanna, Time Witch

Blog for time travel adventure novel : Aiyanna, Time Witch and YA fantasy: Battle Under the Many Colored Moons

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white witch

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My Heart is Full poem

hanging on a maybe

 walking with a never

wishing things undone

sulking comes a new tomorrow

masking out the sun

 step upon my heart

hammer on my soul

wake me when the Winter ends

tears of moments lost,

  made whole

 hanging on a maybe

kicking a regret

keenly comes a new tomorrow

unknown, but precious yet

 please, tear up the script

please, seal up the past

wake me when the storm subsides

chance a rainbow,

          Hope is cast

 if i could start the sunrise

if i could steal the way

carefree comes a new tomorrow

beginning with today

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sample art from My Heart is Full

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Aiyanna: our enigmatic PSY time traveler

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precarious

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green eyes

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Aiyanna, Time Witch excerpt

After our exhausting 20-hour endeavor, we travel to our 2014 Mission Beach safe house for much needed rest and relaxation. A good night’s sleep gave way to a day cavorting at the beach. I remember that day in great detail.

 Take a dash of cobalt, mix it with streaks of turquoise and indigo in the stormy distance, then splash the unpainted parts above with darkened pacific-blue from a tempestuous, angry day. Overhead, add grey-painted, obese, cotton balls. Now stretch the cotton balls with a strapping wind that smells of the sea. That was the sky.

Now take the turquoise of the sky, pour in some sapphire-blue and avocado-green. Churn it up so the surface is full of breaking swells. Make a circle with your mouth and blow punishing, frothing walls of water that pound the sand. That was the sea.

Take a rainbow painted in the richest of colors, a sparkling diamond so bright as to dazzle the eye, an orchid in bloom whose scent is a symphony, and combine them with pearls of laughter. That was Aiyanna.

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wistful

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wishes

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hanging on a maybe

art for that poem in My Heart is Full

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48 love poems each with artwork and anecdote

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art for (gladly)

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(gladly) from My Heart is Full

blues and greens in the ocean

blues and reds in the sky

what canvas do i paint you on?

and how do i make you fly?

 the ocean, she is mighty

the sky, so easy to adore

shall i write a verse to make your heart stop?

and how do i make you soar?

 to find the person who cannot live without me

to find the person i cannot live without

to surrender (gladly) to one’s feelings

to find passion (madly) without a shadow of a doubt

 indigo and turquoise in the ocean

cerulean and fuchsia in the sky

what melody do i sing to you?

all i want

         is to try.

 and i wait

with breath (so) still

your fancy

 while fairies dance

unhurried

on the Lily in the wood

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Woman in green

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Fantasy world Edrym from Battle Under the Many Colored Moons

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Battle Under the Many Colored Moons excerpt

Xorn, the Khalil priest emerged from the crowd. He watched as Julian approached, placing his hand flat beneath the animal’s muzzle letting the steed lower his mouth to rub against his hand, breathing warm, moist air from his nostrils. These purple flames aren’t hot.

Julian took a step closer and the nightsteed nestled his head against his shoulder. He patted and rubbed the magnificent black neck. Julian felt a bond unlike anything he ever experienced with an animal.

“Is he mine?”

Xorn answered, “He is as much yours as you are his. This is no ordinary wild steed of the plain. He has not spent his life under the skies of Edrym. His birthplace is beyond the purple moon. He has come here for a time to be your companion.”

From out of the crowd, “A name! A name! He must have a name!”

Xorn walked up and put his hand on the nightsteed’s nose but he looked at Julian. “His name is Dor’ossoss.” The crowd jabbered. “Dor’ossoss, The Guardian. Because he will help J’liánh stay on the one true path.”