Dear Ms. Gref,
Twenty-five-year-old Arlyn Dianore Moore has always known two truths--the elves of myth are real, and her father is one of them.
Arlyn sells handmade bows at Renaissance festivals and spends her free time practicing archery. Never fitting in and curious about her elven father, Arlyn is more than willing to honor her mother’s dying wish--to find the father who never knew she existed. She makes the arduous journey through the mysterious Veil, the misty realm leading to a planet called Moranai’a.
Just after arriving in the strange new world, Arlyn is welcomed by her father and grandmother, meets an elf who claims to be her lifebonded--one whose soul could bond with her own--and learns of magical abilities she never knew she had. But not everyone is happy about her arrival, and Arlyn must face prejudice from those who scorn her human heritage.
After a series of murder attempts, she must quickly learn to use the secrets of her mixed blood to defeat the unknown assailant. As head of House Dianore, Arlyn’s father is the gatekeeper between Moranai’a and Earth. Should her family fall, there will be no one to stand against those who would destroy humanity.
At 93,000 words, THE HALFBLOOD is a complete fantasy novel. Fans of Mercedes Lackey and Ilona Andrews will enjoy this novel.
I have a B.A. in English from Middle Tennessee State University.
Thank you for your time and consideration.
She might never escape the swirling mists. For endless days, Arlyn had walked across a ground she could not see, not even when she lay down to sleep. There was no sky, no plants, no trees, no life visible anywhere, just the rolling gray mists shot through with a rare strand of color. Only the occasional pool of water, clearer than any she had ever seen, interrupted the monotony. With no point of reference, accurately measuring time was impossible, but she had slept and eaten enough to account for about a month. As her supplies dwindled, entering the portal began to seem like a mistake, but Arlyn had promised her mother.
The request had seemed so straightforward as she had stood before the unassuming rock formation carved into the hill at the back of her family’s land. Cross through the barrier, find her father, then return home. Though her mother had warned her that it might take some time, Arlyn had not expected to wander through the strange mists for this long. She tried hard to hold on to the description her mother had given her of the place she sought, but the details were frustratingly few. No surprise since her mother had never actually been to the land called Moranai’a. Thirdhand stories were rarely precise.