About the Author

While reading The Fellowship of the Ring at the age of twelve, Stuart A. Etter was told by his teacher that he should be reading shorter books. Undaunted, he finished the trilogy and promptly moved on to other novels ranging from fantasy/sci-fi to historical fiction to horror to thrillers.

Over time, stories of his own began brewing in his head. At first, he tried to express them through art, as much of his free time was spent drawing. As he grew older, he realized that the best way to tell his stories was through writing, an aptitude he previously did not realize he possessed. It quickly turned into his passion, and the concept sketches became writing references.

The simple tales of his youth and childhood expanded when he took a year off before college to backpack around Europe. The lonely moors, castle ruins, quaint towns, ancient cities, and lavish art all settled within him and opened his eyes to a new world: the old world. These places started to infiltrate his imagined worlds too, enriching them with detail and life.

He still travels whenever possible and is always planning his next excursion, just as he is always looking for a forgotten tidbit of history to transform into in story of his own.

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May, 24 2016

Please, hold the door!

I'm both stunned and slightly embarrassed by all the attention this week, but welcome new visitors! Make yourself at home.

My thoughts behind my 2008 joke/prediction/guess can be found on my Blog.

Thanks again for stopping by!

About the Author

While reading The Fellowship of the Ring at the age of twelve, Stuart A. Etter was told by his teacher that he should be reading shorter books. Undaunted, he finished the trilogy and promptly moved on to other novels ranging from fantasy/sci-fi to historical fiction to horror to thrillers.

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Prologue: Prisoner Bound

Damion rubbed the dull ache of age from his hands. Countless years wielding a sword had conditioned his tendons and muscles, but time had worn them down, replacing strength with chronic pain. Closing his eyes, Damion dreamed of his youth. Battle and victory marked most of his memories, but darker images tainted his successes, reminding him of his one...