Nature is Waking. Time for A Quest

The sky may have been gray, but the temperatures were a delicious Spring 57 with no chill in the slight breeze.

Photo by Mary Vee
Look what will be here soon!! Green. Lots of green!
Sleeping Bear Dune scenic drive, Traverse City

I opened the windows and cleansed the winter closed-up smell.

THEN Yes, I went for a walk and soaked in the scents, marveled at the buds on the trees, the grass green after a refreshing snow melt, spring flowers poking through the earth's surface.

And, at this moment anyway, no bugs.

Win-win!!

Nature is waking.

Easter is on its way.

The days are longer. We should take a walk together. That's what I will plan for next week's post.

In the meantime, I want to share with you

And am so excited to tell you

About the release of my new book,

Fire and Thorn, a Fantasy.

It a perfect gift for Easter. What better gift to give than a book?

Geared for the young adult audience, but also a great read for adults. Knights, Dragons, Castles, and best of all, a quest. A clash between good and evil.

SO...TAKE A MOMENT AND CLICK THE LINK BELOW. I am especially looking for reviews from readers. This helps others know about the book. Did you know Amazon and other companies show the books that have more reviews first to shoppers?

Paperback Book Link: Click Here

Ebook Link: Click Here

This post has been brought to you by the one word: ILoveQuestsInSpring

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