SECRET OF THE SHIELDED by Ann Snizek
Release Date: March 9, 2013
Genre: YA Fantasy, Sci-Fi
Length: Over 75,000 Words
Publisher: SnowFlower Enterprises
Presented by: As YouWish Tours
About the Book:
This brave band of spectacular friends must go on a horrendous journey to remove all threats to the
newly reclaimed throne. They will discover amazing new truths and face heart wrenching choices. Who
are the Philo birds singing about? How will their song play out in the lives of these young people? Will it
all be for nothing??
Twelve companions all will travel
Eleven this song try to unravel
Ten don’t know which is the way
Nine are going to have to pay
Eight are wondering what they will find
Seven speak with mouth and mind
Six shall get a brand new name
Five will never be the same
Four the enemy will take
Three have choices they must make
Two have powers they must use
Or, One friend in death will lose.
Khevin's shoes scuffed softly on the ground as he moved. The fire snapped and the
nighttime creatures sang to the night beyond the cave. Her sleeping friends made little to
no sound as they slumbered and the horses made occasional sounds. Krissa enjoyed the
quiet. It felt relaxing to be able to think without a lot of commotion around her. She
smiled her thanks to Khevin as he silently handed her the medicated drink. Looking into
the cup, Krissa sighed and swallowed it. Quickly, she focused on changing into the
dragon's shape before she could fall asleep. It seemed easier that time.
"What time is it?" Krissa asked Khevin.
He looked at his watch. "It's 1:23, why?"
"Just curious," she said. Krissa discovered that the bandages didn't transform with
her, but did mold to her new shape properly. It amazed her. Her clothes became her skin;
though it never affected the color… she always turned a soft lavender color.
She also noticed that while she still hurt, she could move somewhat. Carefully, she
made her way to the mouth of the cave and looked out. Though it was dark, she had no
problem knowing where things were. Not that she could see them, but she could hear
them. Perhaps it was some sort of echolocation… like bats.
About the Author:
I grew up in Vermont mostly and now live in Virginia with my family (those still at home). My husband and I
My childhood was spent moving around a lot. (non-military) About five years ago, we started home-schooling our youngest children. Now there are only two remaining in home-school. I have tried to nurture the love of books in our children and now our grandchildren -- always nurturing their imaginations.
Recently, I have become active in our community with literacy, starting a local (and online) creative writing club and volunteer tutoring at the Adult Learning Center.
I struggle with Fibromyalgia and PTSD. So, have to be careful not to overdo things... I don't always listen to my own advice. I have a dry, sarcastic and corny sense of humor and always try to look at things optimistically. (again not always successful) However, I feel that if I don't give up -- for long --
then things will work out for the best eventually.