Seaward Isle, a place lost in time and space, has become a land where Elves, Dwarves and mortal time travelers mingle in a world filled with pirates, political intrigue and magic. Their fates rest in the hands on one young woman, the orphan Lady Alexin. Born of a mortal man, Count Dumwalt and his wife, the Titan/Elf, Alex finds that only she has the power to save them all.
And now, an excerpt from The Black Elf of Seaward Isle…
Alex thanked him for his help and as she left the barge, a young man stepped off another one in port and came up beside her. He was tall and thin with dark-brown skin, cropped curly black hair and black eyes, wearing a long white shirt and blue cotton pants, slung low over his hips revealing his red underclothes. He stood in her face and stared at her. “Yo, dog, I need your phone. Give it to me.” He held out his hand to her and wriggled his fingers.
Alex glared at him. “What did you call me?” She stepped away from him. He was in her space.
The young man paused and stared back. “Give me your phone.”
“YOU CALLED ME A DOG!” Alex gritted her teeth and put her hand on the hilt of her sword.
His eyes opened wide when he saw her sword and held his hands out to stop her. “No-no-no-no! Wait! Relax, man, it’s cool! I just need to make a call. I need to let Mama know that I’m all right. You see, I’m a Mama’s boy. I just need a phone.” He put his thumb to his ear and his little finger near his mouth. “You know, a phone. A cell phone.”
Alex shook her head. “I’ve never heard of it.”
The young man grimaced and took a black object out of his pocket. “Look, I just need to make a call. Mine’s dead.” He smiled, holding a black rectangular box in his hand. “Can’t recharge the battery without power. You know what I mean?” He held it up to her.
Alex frowned and shook her head. “Can’t help you. I don’t know what it is.”
“Are you kidding? No one here knows what a fricking phone is! How’d you learn to speak English anyway?” He put his thumbs in loops on his pants and slumped to the right.
“We call it the common tongue. Everyone speaks it here, or almost everyone. How long have you been here?”
“A week. Got me a job on this ship here.” He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder to the barge. “Man, this place sucks! How can you stand it?” He put his hands on his head.
“You’ll get used to it.” Alex nodded.
“What year is it anyway?”
“According to the local calendar, it’s year 998. It’s based on when the Elves got here.” Alex nodded and gave him a little smile. “What year was it when you left?”
“2012. What’s with this Elf stuff?” The man stared at her in confusion. “Where am I?” He turned around in a circle.
“You’re on Seaward Isle. This is the village of Nyla.”
“Where’s Seaward what? Are you lying? Cause I don’t like liars.” He pointed his long thin index finger at her face.
Alex stiffened. “I AM NOT A LIAR!” She moved her hand to the hilt again.