Pronunciation Guide

So, for those of you who’ve read x portion of the book, you’ll have undoubtedly realized that some of the names of people and places are a little hard to pronounce. So this week’s post is going to be my guide to how you pronounce those names properly. I’ll write the word out how it should be said using real words to break down the pronunciation. The brackets will indicate a section of a word that is used, rather than the whole word; i.e. (li)brar(y) indicates that the brar sound from the word library is how you would pronounce the first syllable in Braria. Capitalized letters will be read as that letter, whereas lower case letters will be read as the sound that letter makes; i.e. T is read like t-shirt, but f is read like the ph sound in photo.

Bolfodier- bowl foe die are
Braria- (li)brar(y) E a
Toxai- tox(ic) A
OJA- O ja(r)
Victorinox- victor in ox
Terang- t rang
Nosiop- noise E op
Noigler- noi(se) g (Chand)ler
Vagala- vag(ina) a la
Valva- valve a
Valya- val(ue) yeah
Cawdor- caw door
Holista- holist(er) a
Gothtor- goth tore
Nefas- knee fas(t)
Pitag- pit tag
Ichmensch- (f)ish mens ch(eer)
Vanus- van us
Clowia- k low E a
Blackreich- black Reich
Valle Ragaz- val(ley) ra(t) ga zz

Panken- pan ken
Iselda- is L (zel)da
Jazabel- jazz a bell
Brudas- brew d ass
Hados- hay dough s
Korena- core E na

That’s all the important names that come up more than once and I hope this helps all of you better hear the world the novel takes place as you read it. But if there’s something that I left out, or you’re still unsure on something, leave a comment on this post and I’ll update it or try to better explain it.

Updates and Special Announcements

Ok, I know I haven’t posted anything in a couple of weeks and today isn’t my normal update day, but since the book’s publication, my sending of copies to the Kickstarter supports and a few reviews, I haven’t really had all that much to post. I’m awaiting reviews (which you can now post on this site (as well as the sites that the book is sold) to get a general feel for the reception that you as my readers are giving me. Though the sample size is small, and potentially biased, I’m happy to report initial reactions of those who’ve told me they’ve read it is good. I’m going to wait until the middle of September to give an official overview of the reviews, but I hope this optimistic trend continues.

Also coming within the next month, to give people time to read the book and spread the word, I have a special announcement in the works. I’m not going to give any more details than that at the moment, but I think it has the potential to help make this book take the world by storm.

I’m also happy to announce that you can now buy The Kanta Chronicles at the store where I work, Valu-mart in Minden, Ontario. Supplies are currently limited, as well as hard covers, but the more we sell the more that can be shipped to the store for all your cottage country reading needs. And I truly believe that The Kanta Chronicles has something for everyone: magic, romance, action, betrayal, a grand battle, secret societies. All that’s missing is a partridge in a pear tree. So don’t miss out on this great read and a great opportunity to have a meet-n-greet with the author at his other job!

The Buddhist Inspirations Behind Empress Annabelle

While I didn’t start writing the second section of the book until I was in my second year of university, I actually created the character of the immortal Empress of Toxai back in high school during a creative writing exercise. As with any character, the initial spark of creation is not what the flame becomes; and Annabelle is no different as she was originally fully grown and much more tyrannical than how she appears in the book. But one thing that never changed was how the Buddhist interpretation of reincarnation, and specifically that of the Dali Lama, influenced how Annabelle achieved immortality.

Though I’m sure I’m wrong about this in reality, as I learned the broadest of strokes about Buddhism, learning that the spirit of the Dali Lama seemed to take over that of the child who will become the next Dali Lama was an interesting concept to me. Though I’ve since learned that the child is born with this spirit within them and it slowly emerges over time (similar to the show Avatar: The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra), the thought of this possession-esque really intrigued me as a way a world leader would work. As I do with everything that influences me, I bastardized this into what we see in the book in a much more Supernatural possession rather than true reincarnation.

But that isn’t where the influences stopped. There’s also the way in which those who rule in Annabelle’s place as she finds her new body determine the child coming to the palace is indeed the real Annabelle. Buddhist monks show a variety of objects to the potential Dali Lama, and depending on what they choose is a how they determine the real reincarnation from those who are not. Annabelle, and by extension Toxai, takes a less likely to be influenced by chance approach to proving her identity. Before she dies, Annabelle would take her three most trusted advisers and servants and tell them secrets about herself that no other people would know about her. Talking to each individually, Annabelle would tell them each different things and they would then devise questions that one of the others would ask and report her answers back to the question inventor. She would also hide her most prized possession, the Eternal As We Are ring, during one of these private conversations and only retrieve it when being questioned by the person she was talking to when she hid it. Correct answers to the questions, along with knowing the location to the ring, are what help determine that she is indeed the returned Empress.

Where To Buy The Book

OMG! OMG! OMG! Guys, the day has finally come! The Kanta Chronicles is officially listed on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Chapters websites (which are the links above). If you supported me on my Kickstarter, you’ll be getting a copy shortly; but for those of you who didn’t, please feel free to buy one now. And don’t forget to leave a review or two and rate the book while you’re there. I know it seems a little expensive, but please remember that I’m still a struggling author and that this is my first book. But once again, thank you to all of you, I couldn’t have done this without you and all the support that you’ve all given.

Pan’s Influence on the Magic of the Twins

Since this Sunday is Father’s Day, I thought this week’s post would be about how Pan’s decision influenced the way in which his children’s magic worked. And that decision is when Iselda offers him to hold Nikki or Shade first. By his choosing Nikki, Pan created a bond between himself and his daughter (and by extension between his wife and son) that would last until his death. When the four of them first discuss Shade and Nikki’s powers at the end of the second third of the book, the twins mention that Shade has a stronger connection to his mother while Nikki has a stronger one to her father. And that is the direct effect of Pan’s decision to hold Nikki before Shade on the day they were born. Another way this decision influences the magic of the twins is by the strength of its influence. While it might not be directly stated in the book (I’d have to double check, but don’t have the time right now), Nikki’s power is able to read a greater number of people, whereas Shade affects people more strongly with his power.

Some More Secrets

Here’s some more secrets from the world of Bolfodier, including characters, locations and events mentioned in The Kanta Chronicles.

Though it is regarded as one of the five Romantic Wonders of Bolfodier, Lullaby Falls has a dark past. At the start of time, it was simply a stream that passed through Wealtez into Metalia; but when the man who ripped out Nina’s heart with a gold dagger stumbled upon it and tried to wash the dried blood on his hands in the waters, he unleashed the wrath of Lilith, Hados and Korena. The earth ripped and the waters rushed into their current condition, creating the waterfall and scaring the man away. But after Korena had killed him, she returned to the falls and washed his blood off her hands. As the blood mixed with the water, the harshness with which the water fell stilled until it became the peaceful falls it is today. The red and pink the water turns is not a trick of the light, but the blood of Nina and her killer and the love the god and goddesses of Bolfodier had for Nina.

The time of the Taint was a great source of loss to the world of Bolfodier. Not only did many creatures of magic die (some becoming extinct), but also a great many people gifted with magic, lost this gift. Magic was nearly drained from the world, leaving only a select few with the gift of magic. But the source of what caused this catastrophe is hidden to even the most knowledgeable on the subject. It actually was the hero who sacrificed himself to fix the Taint. When he was just a boy he came across the Cave of Hagan. The Cave of Hagan is a legendary place, similar to the Temple of the Goddess, which was said to have naturally forming restrained magic. And it was two of these that the boy accidentally activated; one that turned the earth into a giant chunk of quillum, and one that froze him in time for nearly half the time of the Taint. Upon his release from the time stop and realizing what he had done, the boy dedicated his life to trying to figure out how he could fix it. It took him about twenty-five years, but he was able to undo all that he could.

Though it is not even hinted at in the book, Pan has a middle name. Besides Pan himself, there is only one person who even knows that he has a middle name, his best friend Shade. His middle name is Griff, and had Shade and Marina’s child been a boy that would have been his name.

My Favourite Characters

Since yesterday was my birthday, and I didn’t post anything last week, I’m going to take the opportunity to talk about my favourite characters and give you all a small glimpse inside the brighter side of my mind.

My first favourite character is Jazabel. Born randomly from my discovery of the band NIghtwish from a photo on YouTube of a song of theirs, Jazabel is probably my favourite character that I’ve ever created-if not, she’s on the top three. She’s beautiful, loving and one of the most powerful Ladies of the Night ever born. She’s aware of the balance that needs to be maintained in the world (between Light and Dark) and tries to keep it through all of her actions. Her fate is one that I wish I could take back, but I know the story needs it as a ‘inciting incident’ to the climax of the book. But it is through Jazabel that I explored the lines that separate good and evil, the depths of relationships one can experience and the powers of magics that aren’t from Hados, Korena or Lilith in Bolfodier. Jazabel was a truly unique individual within a story with a goddess in disguise, the most beautiful woman in existence, and people who love their best friends more than their wives. And it’s for these reasons and so many others that Jazabel Nyx is my favourite character.

Another one of my favourite characters is Korena. And my reasoning for this is more superficial than with Jazabel. Korena is first introduced, at least in the book, during the first conversation between Kailee and Iselda. She’s not mentioned by name, but she’s there. But her real introduction is the start of the second part of the book. And one of the reasons that Korena is one of my favourite characters is her true form. Obviously she’s beautiful, but the truly unique part of her beauty (at least for me) is her hair and eyes. Her eyes don’t have a set colour as it’s always changing, never staying one colour for more than a few seconds. Her hair is a beautiful blend of every colour of hair: red, blonde, brown, black, purple, white and every combination of these as they mix together. Korena also has one of my favourite line in the entire book, and whenever I reread it I’m always looking forward to the scene in which she says it.

And to close off, one of my favourite male characters: Shade Kanta. Shade is pure wish fulfillment on my part. He’s the person I wish I could be; being nearly perfect, loved by all who know him, and in the most stable and eternal of relationships. You often hear about writers making their characters like themselves or people they know, and I certainly did that with Pan; him being more like me as a person, whereas Shade is my dream self. There are few characters that I took inspiration from real people in the book, but there are one or two.

I hope you enjoyed this look at some of my favourite characters. Let me know who some of your favourite characters are and why in the comments. Also just to let you know, the book is just about finished, all that’s left to do is printing and spreading the word to everyone so they can hear about this great story and world I’ve crafted.

Updates & Previews to Other Works

So I’d like to take this time to give you all an update in the publishing process. I’ve sent in the final interior layout of the book, making sure everything is spelled correctly and there aren’t any repeated passages and the like. So hopefully, now that I’ve paid the last of the bill, the marketing of the book is all that is really left. Now, many of you have asked when I thought the book would be out and I had said around the start of June of this year; unfortunately, I think that may have to be pushed back a little. To be on the safe side I’m going to say that it will be out by Halloween, but I don’t think you will have to wait all that long. But now that I’m about to enter the true marketing portion of this launch, I’m asking once again for your help in spreading the word. Facebook, Twitter, blogs, and even Tinder are all great ways to spread the word about The Kanta Chronicles. I know you all have done so much for me already, but I promise you I’ve already given you the truest heartfelt Thank You I can give at the start of the book.

But to show you how much I appreciate the support, here’s a brief synopsis of my next work taking place in Bolfodier and a snippet from my currently on hiatus story Lucifer & Lilith: Love Leads To Sin. And to anyone who is anxiously awaiting the conclusion to L&L, I truly apologize but hope to start posting chapters soon.


Hundreds of years after the events of The Kanta Chronicles, seven chosen by destiny to be the embodiment of the elements come together to repair the damage done to the world during the time of the Taint and birth a new generation of dragons into the world.


As Lilith walked out of the earthly palace and out onto the field that surrounded it, she heard Daciana run up to her. Stopping to let the large wolf catch up to her, Lilith looked to the sky and gazed upon Artiluna, remembering the promise of Nyx’s return. She stood standing there, gazing at the celestial body that had once been the pedestal where she was given life, until Daciana’s insistent nudging at her breast became too much to ignore. Turning her attention back to her beloved daughter, Lilith gave her a small smile. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she said as she climbed upon the wolf’s back. “Let’s go home,” she whispered into her ear while giving it a light scratch. Daciana leaned into Lilith’s scratching hand for a brief moment before taking off towards their sanctuary.

Once they were within the clearing, Lilith dismounted Daciana and walked to the centre where her pedestal had stood only a day before. Kneeling down as she had done for the past year, Lilith brought her hands up before her chest and pressed her fingers and palms together as she began to pray. “O Heavenly Father, I wish to thank You for bringing Lucifer back to me in good health. You know how worried I’ve been about him this past year, and to see him again was the fulfilment of my greatest wish.”

Lifting her chin in search of something that she could never see, she brought her hands to her breast, her heart. “And now, my love, I pray to you. Forgive me, for I know I broke our heart when I did not say that I love you before I left yesterday. I have no excuse and can only hope that you remembered my love only belongs to you now. And that I need you with me always, but know that is something that can never happen. I love you, Lucifer and you alone.” And like she had done for the past year, Lilith stood and drew her right pointer and middle fingers across her lips and flicked them to the sky, as if she was throwing her prayers up to Heaven.

Turning in search of Daciana, Lilith found the wolf a few feet behind her. Falling back to her knees, Lilith opened up her arms in a silent plea for her daughter to come to her. Understanding her mother’s plight, Daciana calmly walked to Lilith before sitting at her knees. Lilith immediately threw her arms around the great wolf’s neck, as she started to cry like she hadn’t cried since she found out that Lucifer had been hurt.

For hours and hours she cried. Tears of joy that Lucifer had finally awoken and confessed himself to her, and the day they’d spent together yesterday. Tears of pain that she hadn’t said that she loved him one last time. Tears of confusion at why she felt twinges of guilt at betraying Adam like she and Lucifer had. And finally, tears for the sake of tears to purge out all the negativity she felt within herself. When she felt that she had no more tears to cry, she pulled away from Daciana and noticed that the fur at her neck was so wet that it looked like she’d gone swimming.

Standing up, emanating loud cracks from her stiff knees as they were stretched, Lilith kissed the spot between Daciana’s eyes that was slightly caved in. Scratching behind both ears, Lilith smiled down at the wolf. “I’m sorry for soaking your neck, Daciana. But I’m thankful you’re always there for me, darling. I love you,” she said sincerely as she gazed deep into the grey eyes of the wolf. When Daciana jumped up onto her hind legs and placed her front paws upon Lilith’s shoulders, Lilith nearly collapsed under her weight. But when she started to lick Lilith’s face, all Lilith could do was laugh gaily. And then the next thing she knew, the two of them were wrestling in the grass like they had done when Daciana was a pup.

Lilith felt her heart lighten at the joy of play wrestling with Daciana, who she could tell was using a fraction of her strength so as not to hurt her mother. Around and around they rolled, as Lilith laughed and tried to keep the large wolf beneath her but to no avail. How she had missed this simple joy of playing with her pup.

But when Daciana tensed atop of her and started to growl deep in her throat, Lilith knew that her fun was over. Wondering who was disturbing her solitude, she looked around as best she could beneath the great wolf, worrying that Adam had come to fetch her. But it wasn’t her Lord Husband she saw at the clearing’s centre.

It was Nyx. And she wasn’t alone, for at her side was another angel as black as she was. But this other angel was male and strong; his arms were as wide as Lilith’s body each, and he was nearly half again her height. His wings were like a bat’s, with a thick, sharp claw at the top. His eyes had no irises and were the deepest black she’d ever seen. The sight of this second dark angel sent a shiver up Lilith’s spine.

Getting up off of her, Daciana began to growl more openly towards the two angels. But then the male began to gurgle and grunt just as Nyx had the day before. And suddenly, to Lilith’s great surprise, Daciana seemed to bow down to the two angels, if not a little grudgingly. Lilith had never seen the wolf bow to anyone, not even her.

Jumping up, Lilith ran to her daughter and tried to get her to rise back up, but nothing seemed to work. Rounding back on Nyx and her companion, and drawing upon herself the air of authority she’d tapped into yesterday, Lilith began her rant. “Nyx, you will tell your companion to release Daciana from his control at once! Let my daughter go! NOW! Is this how you treat your Mistress, Nyx?”

Bowing her head shamefully, Nyx turned to the other angel and spoke in that same language he’d spoken. After what appeared to be a plea from Nyx to do as she was asking, the other angel relented. And with a grunted gurgle, Daciana straightened up and began to growl in her throat quietly. But when Lilith petted her head lightly and cooed to her, the wolf stopped.

“Who is this Nyx, and why is he here?” she demanded of the dark angel.

“This, Mistress, is Tartarus, the ruler of the Pit, and my father. And he is here to help me in the task Master set me. To create a part of the day that honours your beauty, to bring the night,” she said in a meek voice, but with a bold look on her face.

Startled by the revelation of Nyx’s relation to this other angel and who he was, Lilith bowed her head. “It’s an honour to meet you Tartarus, and I appreciate the help you’ve come to give.” This Tartarus certainly looked like a ruler, one Lilith didn’t want to get on the bad side of. Especially when Lucifer was not here to protect her. “Is there anything you need my help with, or am I free to go distract my Lord Husband from noticing what you’re about to do?”

Nyx turned to her father and spoke to him in their own tongue. But rather than give a response to the question, Tartarus pulled a blacker-than-black crystal from the pouch on his hip. With the clawed tip of one of his bat-like wings, he pulled down the top of Nyx’s dress, revealing her breasts. While Nyx seemed unfazed by this, Lilith blushed at the sight of the angel’s breasts, but couldn’t help comparing them to her own.

Next, Nyx lied down flat on her back as her father crushed the crystal in his hand and began to sprinkle the dust upon her nipples. Once every last particle was on Nyx’s chest, Tartarus grabbed, none too gently, Lilith’s hand and with one of his long fingernails, cut her palm open. Lilith cried out in pain, but the two angels ignored her. Turning her palm over, Tartarus let her blood drip onto Nyx’s breasts until all the crystal particles were coated in the red liquid.

Releasing Lilith’s hand, Tartarus spoke softly to Nyx. Angered by his treatment of her, Lilith gazed upon him with a burning hatred that she didn’t know she was capable of feeling. She was about to lunge at the dark angel when Nyx’s voice stopped her. “Mistress, please, my father begs your forgiveness and says that all will be explained once you’ve licked my breasts clean.” Lilith looked to the dark angel on the ground as if she had just said the sky was green, not blue. “It’s to help with the ritual we must perform,” Nyx added seeing Lilith’s reaction to her previous statement.

Seeing no other alternative, Lilith knelt down and bent over Nyx’s chest and began to lick up the blood and crushed crystal. The taste was bitter on her tongue, but Lilith pushed herself to lick the breasts clean. Standing up and wiping her chin with the back of her left hand, Lilith turned to Tartarus. “The next time you need something from me, you can ask nicely, rather than taking it by force.”

Tartarus shock with laughter, which only made Lilith angrier. His laughs were deep and throaty, but didn’t seem to reach his blank eyes. “I take what I want, when I want, child. And I think it’s time you showed me some proper respect. Kneel before me, and I may forgive your impertinence.

Lilith was completely taken aback by what she’d just heard. The gurgles and grunts of Tartarus’ speech had been the same to her ears, but somehow she had understood what he had said. What else had the bloody crystal powder done to her, she wondered. “My impertinence? You have come to my home and sanctuary, unannounced, and have done nothing but impose your will in a very brutish fashion. Perhaps those pit-less eyes of yours failed to notice that we are not in the Pit, but on Earth, where I am the ruler here.”

Lilith didn’t even have time to react as his hand came up and backhanded her with such force that she was sent flying to the edge of the clearing. Looking up, she saw Tartarus jump into the air, and then the next second he was at her side. With one hand, he reached down, grabbed her throat and lifted her up into the air. “I am Tartarus! I rule wherever I go. Now, my daughter owes you a debt and I’ve come to make sure it is paid. Be thankful I haven’t blanketed this world in darkness, as I could easily do, for my power is greater even than your lover’s.” His smile was the most disturbing and evil thing Lilith had ever seen in her life, it nearly stopped her heart.

That may be father, but she speaks the truth. This is her home, and you have been quite rude to the one who let your favourite daughter go after her three hundred years of captivity.“Nyx said, having concealed her breasts once again and flown over to them. The look she was giving her father was the equal of anything her father had thrown at Lilith. “Put her down, apologize for your behaviour and let us finish our business here. I grow weaker by the second and do not wish to be captured again.

Setting Lilith down, Tartarus turned to his daughter and said, “It was your own fault you were captured, and that Azazel was killed and converted. Your brother was counting on you!” Finally turning back to Lilith, he said, “Please forgive me, Mistress Lilith. I have offended the hospitality you showed me and my daughter, and for that I am sorry.” His head was bowed contritely, but due to his lack of irises, Lilith couldn’t tell if he was being truthful or not. “Shall we commence?” he asked to both Lilith and Nyx.


As most people who read these posts are aware, I like to keep them as timely as possible. And with this past Wednesday being my cousin Jessica’s wedding, as well as finding out that my friend Devon got engaged over last weekend, I think this week’s post is going to be about weddings. So here’s Pan and Iselda’s wedding scene from the book.

Pan was waiting at the makeshift altar at the top of the steps in the throne room. His hands were sweating and he couldn’t take his eyes off his feet. He was dressed in the traditional Brarian ceremonial robes: black pants and shirt, a white jacket with gold embroidery along its neck and down along the edges, and a black, floor-length cape with the blood red ‘K’s of the Royal seal. Shade, who was standing beside Pan, put a hand on his shoulder and urged him to look up.
Walking into the room were two women. Marina, who looked absolutely dazzling in her purple dress, was leading a teary eyed goddess into the room. No, not a goddess – it was Iselda! She looked indescribable! There were no words that could even scratch the surface of the beauty she had at that moment.
And suddenly, she was there, standing before him. His breath was caught in his chest; his heart felt like it was about to erupt, beating like it wanted to create a rhythm for all of Braria to hear.
“Pan…” It was barely a whisper, but she covered her mouth as if she’d shouted.
“Will you marry me, Iselda?”
“…Yes!” This time she did shout.
Shade and Marina had climbed to the top of the platform and were now facing the crowd, a crowd that seemed well over the ten or so people Pan had planned on. Between the four of them was a small marble table that held a single goblet made of pure Brarian silver. “The sacred covenants of marriage are not to be entered into lightly,” declared Shade.
“They are an eternally binding agreement between two willing parties. Love must be present in their hearts, yet sacrifices are required to prosper. Panken and Iselda understand the requirements of this world and of the spirits in the next, and they are ready to pay the debts required,” Marina told the gathered masses.
“Iselda, as Panken’s wife, you would be the Queen of Braria. That title brings heavy burdens; none as heavy as the clause to the people stating you will do all in your power to protect and lead them to prosperity. Can you lead and protect us in such ways, giving your life if necessary?”
“I-I can. I will give my all for the betterment of this country and her people. I give my word as Iselda Ness.”
“Good. Now do you forever promise to love Panken; to make him happy and peaceful to the highest degree?” asked Shade.
“Yes, I will please him in every way I can,” she declared with a wink to Pan.
“Give me your hand,” Shade demanded. Iselda gave the hand closest to him. Taking an ornate knife from his belt, Shade sliced her palm open. She let out a gasp and turned to glare at him. He turned her hand over and let the blood flow into the goblet that rested between the four of them. “As proof to your words, the crown demands blood payment.” Iselda simply bowed her head to his explanation.
“Panken, for the past ten years, you have ruled as the Nifehan of Braria. You will have no real changes to your duties, only your title. As king though, you must put your people above yourself or even your queen. Can you live with the terms as set down by the first king?” demanded Marina.
“I’m still dedicated to my country and I will always do what is necessary for my people.”
“Good. Now do you promise to forever make Iselda happy and peaceful to the highest degree?”
“Her happiness will always be the most important thing to me; save that of my people,” Pan declared.
“Give me your hand.” Marina took the knife from Shade. Pan handed her his closer hand, which she sliced the palm of and let the blood drop into the silver goblet.
“Iselda,” Shade said, “by your oath, your love, and now your blood you are forever bound to Panken Kanta.”
“Panken,” said Marina, “by your oath, your love, and now your blood you are forever bound to Iselda Ness.
Now they spoke in unison. “Take the cup with your blood and feed it to your spouse.” The bride and groom did as instructed, drinking their fill. “Now, by our power, and in the presence of these witnesses, we declare you wed! Let the world know: Braria has a new king and queen!” There was an uproar as the ceremony concluded. The crowd roared louder as Iselda flung herself at Pan and kissed him.
When she finally pulled away, there were tears in her eyes but she was smiling the biggest smile Pan had ever seen her wear. That smile alone made his heart skip a beat. “You look…beyond verbal description,” he whispered in her ear over all the noise. She just held herself tighter to him as he led her to the ballroom where tables created an empty space big enough for half the guests to dance in, and musicians playing all kinds of instruments started playing an upbeat piece that told the surprisingly true story of a certain Clowian maiden and the unusual relationship she had with a bear.

This isn’t the full chapter, but is the start of chapter 20. I hope you enjoy, and once again congratulations to
Jessica Cuthbert and Corey Lauer and Devon Enright and Sarah Freeman; I wish you guys all the best in your futures together.

Character Profile: Leo Kanta

Leo Kanta, Pan’s father, grew up to be the ruler of Braria. And by all accounts he was a good and just king. Renowned for his ability to judge people in separate capacities (father, husband, son, king, etc.), Leo was a respected ruler not only in Braria but in many other nations of Bolfodier as well. But like with any other person, he had his flaws. Being the third generation of the Kanta line to be born without magic, Leo grew extremely distant from all who were gifted, only acknowledging their existence when absolutely necessary. It got so bad that when it was discovered that Pan had been born with magic, Leo thought that he was not his son, and was on the verge of accusing Evelyn of infidelity until he noticed how much Pan resembled himself. As Pan grew, Leo’s detachment from the gifted in his kingdom faded, but were still a factor in his initial mistrust of Sabrina and the ultimatum he gave Pan on his deathbed.

But the most interesting piece of information about Leo is his Reckoning. Taking an abnormally long time to complete, Leo’s Reckoning was to travel to three different countries (Ginok, Ichmensch and Nefas) to study how to separate his opinions and widen his world views. He spent four and a half months in each country without talking to anybody as he studied the ways people interacted with each other and forcing himself to comprehend each person’s viewpoint and understand what they had gone through to reach this point in their lives.

Sadly Leo’s life was cut short at the age of 57, as he died from an incurable illness (lung cancer) at the start of the novel.

Let me know what you think about this look into Pan’s father. Does this make him more or less sympathetic as a character?