The swamps of Revival stretch to the horizon — green, silver, and blue beneath a stormy sky. Rivers twist through the marshes like forgotten stories. Strange lights dance over the water. Rain (!) falls in the distance. And a trail of dark stardust glimmers among the clouds.
Somewhere below, hidden among the bayous and ancient waterways, lies the next piece of the mystery.
One of my favorite things about writing fantasy is standing (or riding) beside the characters at moments like these — when the road ahead is unknown, the map grows larger with every step, and anything is possible.
There is a particular kind of anticipation that comes before a discovery. Before a hidden portal opens. Before the next clue is found. Before a path reveals where it truly leads.
The funny thing is, I know what's waiting for them. But until we get there, I can only guess how they'll react. They always, always surprise me. Just like they always, always surprised Carol and me in the creation and continuation of the stories over four decades.
And perhaps that is why I love adventures so much. The map is never really about where you are. It is about where you might go next.
This is where Omen and Tormy are headed, and adventure awaits. ✨
