Mandy P Valdez
What I love about writing is being able to create new worlds. A story can start as an image, a flash of insight about a character, or an interesting setting. I rarely now how a story will end when I begin; it shows me where it wants to go.
Fate Caster Chapter 4 Mave My training isn’t at all what I thought it would be. I imagined I would be staring into a crystal ball, or learning to read the stars. Turns out, a lot of this fate caster stuff is about sitting around and just watching.
Fate Caster Chapter 3 Raven Last night I found my sister Ozelia sleeping in her bed, weak but recovering. Whatever strain of scourge this is is nasty, but so far, not fatal. Thank God. My chest tightens as I think about what I would do if Ozelia had died. She’s my last remaining family member, well here at least. I tamp down thoughts of never seeing my father again. He’ll be back soon I keep saying. He’s been away for months at a time before, seeking specialty books. But it’s been six months now, and I’ve begun to worry.
Fate Caster Chapter 2 Raven The Foul like to live in the top stories of high buildings, that’s why the scuffling noise I hear makes me jump.
Fate Caster By Mandy Penney Valdez If it weren’t for my mother’s stubbornness, I wouldn’t be alive. The elders said I should be put out in the woods to die. They said it was less cruel than watching me wither away slowly. But my mother wouldn’t hear it, and even though she was tired and weak from giving birth, she wouldn’t let anyone touch me. And my father wouldn’t let anyone touch her.