Gryphendale
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This is an old post from 12 years ago. Edinburgh was so special to my that it inspires my faerie world of Gryphendale to this day.
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I made a detailed map of Gryphendale. I am very excited about how it turned out. It may not have the polish of a computer generated map could create, but it is full of hidden places for my characters to explore in future stories.
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Gryphendale, the first book in the Legends of Gryphendale series, was published in 2016. Since then, I have had many people try to correct the spelling of that title, which is also the name of the fairy world in my book. I have stubbornly fought back against this “correction.”
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“No one knows what they really want. Only the few who have power and education can rule competently and fairly,” Lord Mao stated to the young Undine woman walking next to him. The older man with almond eyes and dark black hair had the chiseled features of a general and the mannerisms of a king.
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She found a chair and took a glass of wine from a tray. “You’re quite a dancer,” said a deep familiar voice. Cin turned to see the old charlatan wizard sitting a couple of chairs down from her. The dark-haired wizard with prominent gray streaks in his slicked back hair stared at her with emerald
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Sage ran down an ally, but the Huldra father spotted him. The soldiers not confused by the random shouting happening all over the crowd at this point followed the Huldra father in his pursuit.
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“If the jewels in the backside of the earth’s crust could sparkle down on us any brighter, they would still pale to her inexhaustible beauty,” said Sage, the sixteen-year-old Huldra.
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Today is the day of my execution. I, Puck Alexander Capernaum III, will die by hanging when the sun sets this evening. My former student, Maldamien, Warlock dictator of the faerie world of Gryphendale, has planned a sweet revenge to celebrate his 150th birthday.
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Since it’s Christmas time and everyone is putting out their list of top books, I decided to do the same. This is not my list for just this year though.
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In my novel, Gryphendale, the scholarly satyr, Puck, teaches the human girl, Autumn, a song. This short song talks about the Gryphon who is the creator god in my story.
