Their friendship put him in harm’s way. Will it be enough to save him?
Led by her heart rather than her head and without any thought for her safety, fifteen-year-old Guinevere sets out alone to save Cedwyn. And if she fails…?
Eleven-year-old Cedwyn’s trust in Guinevere is absolute. But will his sacrifice to save her and protect the littl’uns end with the loss of his own life?
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I’m a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales and Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds—Ancient Egypt, Medieval Wales, and coming soon, a hair-raising adventure through ancient worlds in search of 5 rare Phoenix Feathers.
All of my books come with Free study guides and/or extensive Back-of-the-Book materials.
My husband and I love to travel. In 2008, we spent three weeks in Egypt traveling by local train from one end of the country to the other; in 2014, we spent three weeks in the UK driving over 1700 miles through England, Wales, and Scotland; and in 2016, we spent a week in Iceland. We’ve also traveled to Mexico, Jamaica, and Aruba. Our next big adventure will be to Greece and Italy.
When I’m not writing or traveling, our 4 grandkids keep us busy.
Sometimes, hanging on to hope and humor is the only way to survive. The other three renegades ran to the railing, craning their necks toward the direction of the spotter’s arm. The burly renegade leader, called Baard by the others, raised the cry. “There! Land!” He and Ulf had not fared well on the crossing. Cedwyn had seen them both hanging over the rail with the sickness. During each moment of his journey his thoughts didn’t stray far from his friend, his Queen, Guinevere. I know you’ll come, Guin’ver. I know it. Ulf, down from the mast, cuffed him on the shoulder. “Get those smelly kids up here and washed down again. Don’t want to be carrying that smell with us in the wagon. Go on now.” He shoved Cedwyn, but then almost lost his balance as the ship dipped suddenly. Cedwyn’s stomach lurched, but his hidden grin of satisfaction, as the man ran to the rail and hung over, choking and gagging, calmed his insides. Serves him right, the bully.