STILL TYPING IN CAPITALS FOR THE SAKE OF BOUNDLESS EXCITEMENT.
Ok...well, anyway.

I've postato on here a few times before and I'm back to give te another sneak peek of the Anime book series I'm writing. Two of my libri are already published, and I've gotten some good reviews so far.

I think anyone who likes Anime would like my books...as they say, Leggere is TV in your head, so it's really not so different from my own personal Anime show!

THIS mese OF JULY, THE EBOOK VERSION OF MY SERIES IS FREE! Go to link o
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ON TO THE SNEAK PEEK! (Note, this is from Volume 2, so it contains some slight spoilers)

...I’m still unsure as to how I’m going to escape o defeat these Evil.
Maybe I won’t. I don’t want to die again. But maybe I can do it right this time. Maybe life is about dying for someone other than yourself.
I decide to veer off towards the Evil on my left. I have to avoid getting cornered o surrounded. I cut one beast’s throat as I run past him and plant my foot as I see another two monsters approaching me. They are charging me head on, each one a little più than my body’s width apart. I come to an abrupt halt, and I drop to one knee. My sword flashes twice, and the two Evil continue running past me. There’s a brief pause, and then a moment later blood erupts from their stomachs. “For my brothers and sisters,” I think with stern determination. I look up. The Evil are pouring down the slope I’m facing, bloodthirsty and savage. Here we go.
I clash with the horde of beasts again. My mind is totally focused; totally calm. Although it seems like a strange word at the time, I feel at peace; at peace with the situation; at peace with the knowledge that I can survive; at peace with the knowledge that, if I don’t survive, it won’t be in vain.
I’m unable to remain consistent in how I fight. I originally attack with ferocity, but every now and then I tire, and I have to retreat and defend myself. I begin to drip with sweat, and I start panting. No matter how many Evil I’ve killed, più seem to come. Their screams of pain and battle make my head ache, and I become frustrated as they commence to grow elusive. The way they fight, it slowly starts to remind me of a style I’ve witnessed before. I realize eventually that it resembles the style of the Evil that kidnapped Soror and Frater and almost killed me. But these Evil do not perform it as perfectly as those Evil.
Yet it may not even matter. We fight for an hour. I noticed that the wound Bernard gave me must have been healed da the Word, but my other wounds that I have amassed in this skirmish are beginning to take their toll. My arms scream in pain from cuts and bruises, and I am limping from an incision on my right knee. Blood also runs down my temple from where I got cut on the head. But I have to keep going; I have to keep fighting. This isn’t about me, I say grimly to myself. This is about Faith and Bernard and Soror and Frater. This is about the world.

I hope te liked it (and if te didn't please tell me why)! My series is called "The Golden Lands" if you're interested, follow the links to find out più about the books!