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Story Setting: 1 New World Only Your Imagination Can Take You
“Where no one has gone before” is a place you may have traveled to many times now. The same may be said of Middle Earth. It is not likely you will ever tire of these destinations. I know I never do.
It is thrilling to realize, however, that there are always new worlds to discover.
The Modutan Empire is one of those must-see places.
Woman of the Stone is an epic fantasy novel that takes you to castles and tombs, villages and plains, an Imperial City and a Royal Palace.
An ancient sword will sink fangs of power into your arm as you fight a dreaded enemy.
You will nearly be hanged from the gallows, wrongly accused of murder.
You will swim in a crystal-clear pool at the foot of a mighty waterfall nestled in a red sandstone box canyon surrounded by lush green vegetation and the song of birds.
You will cook a freshly caught fish in the coals of a campfire and taste the evening air with a full stomach.
Well, at least you will if your imagination gives you that ability. Visit svfarnsworthauthor.com/books/.
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Creative Writing Image
I hope this picture of a giant sunflower and a rusty old truck inspires you today. Happy writing everyone.Snapshot by S.V. Farnsworth
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