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The time has come to talk about my novel …

In the warring lands of Europe, Rome has conquered most. Caledonia remains untouched due to the powers and strength of one man, a demi-god, known as, The Devlin. He must take a bride to complete his dynasty during a mythical time when magic does exist, and nothing can vanquish true love’s light.

A peace treaty made through a betrothal of great houses, one of mortality and one of the supernatural.

The story is being set in Antiquity before the Middle Ages and well after Pompeii. The setting is Scottish territory filled with mystical legends of the Picts, an era of Gaelic ambiguity. Stone relics are all that is left to tell their stories. Like the language, through time was compelled to adapt to changes that eventually led to its extinction and left behind mainly mystery.

I would introduce to you my hero, Devlin, who is a legend, warrior king, the son of a skin-shifter and cursed to exist between two worlds of god and mortal man. Prophecy would lead him to his bride, my heroine Pheobe. She, too, is the byproduct of a human and deity union. A feisty rebellion raised by her father and brothers residing South of Hadrian’s Wall in Angles, or better known as Britannia, oblivious of the arrangement until the day he comes to claim her.

The joining of these two cultures creates what is,

“Defender of the Realms.”