NEW RELEASE Legends of Windemere: Sleeper of the Wildwood Fugue is Live

LEGENDS OF WINDEMERE:

SLEEPER OF THE WILDWOOD FUGUE

LIVE on Amazon Kindle!

The final champion stirs and reaches out to any who can hear her voice. Yet all who heed her call will disappear into the misty fugue.

Awakening their new ally is only the beginning as Luke, Nyx, and their friends head south to the desert city of Bor’daruk. Hunting for another temple once used to seal Baron Kernaghan, they are unaware that the game of destiny has changed. Out for blood and pain, Stephen is determined to make Luke wish he’d never set out to become a hero.

By the time the sun sets on Bor’daruk, minds will be shattered and the champions’ lives will be changed forever.

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Charles E. Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz

About the Author:

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the

house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

Blog: Legends of Windemere

 

Twitter: @cyallowitz

Facebook: Charles Yallowitz

Website: www.charleseyallowitz.com

Read the Previous Volumes of Legends of Windemere!!!

BEGINNING OF A HERO

PRODIGY OF RAINBOW TOWER

ALLURE OF THE GYPSIES

FAMILY OF THE TRI-RUNE

THE COMPASS KEY

CURSE OF THE DARK WIND

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LEGENDS OF WINDEMERE: CURSE OF THE DARK WIND IS LIVE!!! #fantasy #Kindle #epicfantasy #magic #dragons

Dive into the newest adventure of Luke Callindor, Nyx, Fizzle, & all their friends.
LEGENDS OF WINDEMERE: CURSE OF THE DARK WIND
IS LIVE!

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

What’s the Story?

After their battles in Gaia and surviving the Island of Pallice, the champions of Windemere are off on their next adventure.

In his quest to be a hero and help others, Luke Callindor has jumped into danger countless times and would do so again without hesitation. So when he is infected by the toxic Dark Wind, it is up to his friends to find a cure and keep his courage alive. With time running out and their enemies in the shadows, one ally will make the decision to share in Luke’s suffering and forge a bond that runs thicker than blood. Such a sacrifice might not be enough when the truth behind this living curse comes to light.

Will Luke find the strength to defeat the Dark Wind? What ghosts from his past will appear during his weakest hour?

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New to Windemere? Then check it Volumes 1-5 of this exciting series by CLICKING ON THEIR COVERS!

COVER ART BY JASON PEDERSEN (CLICK COVER FOR AMAZON SITE)

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AN EXTRA TREAT!
Check out an interview with Charles E. Yallowitz on N.N. Light’s Blog: Princess of the Light!

AUTHOR BIO:

Charles author photo B&WCharles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn’t working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. ‘Legends of Windemere’ is his first series, but it certainly won’t be his last.

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ENJOY THE ADVENTURE & BEWARE THE DARK WIND CURSE!

A Simple Jar

A simple jar caked in dust,

Its seal unbroken for many a year,

Left to the unabating chill of its tower cell.

Where did it come from,

Who left it to its lonely existence?

This solitary place of the hardest granite,

Cold and dark, leaves me bathed in anguish.

Was it abandoned for fear of some great chimerical creature,

Some nightmare from ancient mythology?

Perhaps a split tongued, beaked devil thrusting leathery wings?

What mystical secrets might this vessel reserve?

If only it could speak; what mysteries, dark and erratic might it tell?

Tales of knights, sprained, bent and broken in the heat of battle,

Witches, warlocks, sorcerers, bent on destroying its enigma,

Creatures from the pits of hell sent to capture it for Satan’s purposes,

Fair maidens sacrificed in its ultimate defense.

All this buried so long ago in its fortress tomb,

Protected by a simple jar caked in dust.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #7

 

Such A Strange Little World

Image by Tom Bagshaw

Image by Tom Bagshaw

Such a strange world,

Surrounded by creatures small and smaller.

Into this place I’ve been hurled

Though still many times taller.

This is such an odd little place

Where I’m the the center of attention.

Creatures circle, fly and leave without a trace,

Still I’m not sure what’s their intention.

Very still I choose to sit,

Holding a statuesque pose.

Afraid if I twitch or flit,

They may bite my delicate nose.

Or scratch my ivory skin,

Turning snow white to bloody red,

Maybe kick me in the shins,

By god, I look almost dead.

Then suddenly a boom,

To the sound of thunder I awake.

Lying on the floor of my room,

Tell me–how much acid did I take.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #4 “Figments of Inertia – Image by Tom Bagshaw

Tempest Rage – A Rondel

A tempest brews its fiery rage,

Raining flame from lair on high,

Innocents run from molten sky,

As players on this devil’s stage.

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The evil Lord, his venom thrust,

Hatreds source no one can say,

Legend speaks of broken trust,

Though long ago, lives on this day.

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The village prays a hero come

As many a generation before,

All victims to his ancient lore.

While losing hope is the fate of some

The rest await the chosen one.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Hell’s Minion – A Dark Poem

Image Credit: goodreads.com

Image Credit: goodreads.com

A mist lay o’er the old town square,

As candles flicker in cottage eyes,

To venture out, no one may dare,

Emboldened fool will surely die.

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In darkened night the moon lay black,

Unearthly pitch to ward off man,

Fear for those who’ve not come back,

Fell prey to Satan’s ghastly plan.

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Yon forest breaths the caw of crows,

Hoot Owls cry echoes resound,

In what direction no one knows,

From high above the mossy ground.

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What Hell bestowed on sky and earth,

In shrill and curdling scream,

Instilled by evils wretched birth,

Unfurled in nightmarish dream.

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The butcher lay to weed us out,

His sickle bathed in blood and spoils,

Gullet cut, no voice to shout,

Easy prey…Nay! sweatless toil.

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Demon cloaked in onyx murk,

Ne’er seen with mortal’s naked view,

O’ terror, we shan’t let caution shirk,

Vigilant we must all struggle through.

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Pray to God the sun will rise,

Beseech the villain back to Hell,

Look upon Heaven to flay disguise,

Release from prison where we dwell.

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Still sun will set and night will grow,

No closer to trapping the horrid beast,

In faces of strangers and kin we know,

Who next be the blood bathed gory feast.

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A tap at the door…whom by God could it be,

Overwhelmed with the play of the mind,

Ever slow did I open through pitch could not see,

Peeking head ‘round the door from behind.

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Twas it wind, or rain, mayhaps a stone at it threw,

I presumed was a knock at the door,

Mustered courage did I gather to do what I must do,

As I shuffled myself to the porch.

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An icy chill did rise, up the length of my spine,

As the door slammed behind me with haste,

Extinguishing candles, immersing me blind,

Backing up in my steps I did trace.

~

My next to last step to my knees did I fall,

At the boots of a figure in black,

Turning ‘round, sure to face my funeral pall,

To the side of my head he did crack.

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Taste of blood on my lips, as the iron from a fire,

Blurred vision as I’m yanked by my hair,

To my feet I was dragged to the square of the shire,

Say a word, nay I wouldn’t have dared.

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In silence, with strength this devil held tight,

Pray I did, for my soul to please save,

As courage I gathered with all of my might,

I begged for my death to be staved.

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With sickle in hand I knew time was through,

Pay the piper for sins of my youth,

Upright and firm, though in pain it was true,

In death sins be hidden from truth.

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Blade razor sharp from my neck blood did fall,

Crimson rivers down my chest it did spill,

A stroke from the edge warm and tired was all,

Up to God I commit all my will.

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When daybreak did come to reveal gruesome site,

To Hell where the demon had fled,

Nary trace did he leave from his pitch darkened flight,

Except for the shire dwellers head.

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A century on, Satan’s minion ne’er captured,

Legend passed down through third generations,

Unsettled and fearful still awaiting the rapture,

Asking God for consoling libations.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Revenge, Quest for the Dragon

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credit – terrariaonline.com

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Cloven hooves and scaly wings,

Fire and brimstone my eyes it stings.

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The stench, burned flesh and rotting corpse,

This quest undertaken without remorse.

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To avenge my love of many years,

With sword and pike to steady my fears.

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So young and innocent in the talons clutch,

A life destroyed, she suffered much.

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This beast,a devil must surely die,

With head on stake and raised most high.

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The path to hades on unsure foot,

I trudge and stumble through knee deep soot.

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Gagging and choking on horrid smell,

Anxious that I’ll perish in this demon’s hell.

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Not before I slay my dragon foe,

I vow to persist ‘til my last breath dost go.

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The earth is scorched as I journey the peak,

The wind, a roar, guides me to the butcher I seek.

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The sound and stink of his putrid breath,

I grit my teeth in the face of death.

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Courage in the shadow of terror I must muster,

Sharpened point, razors edge, sabre’s glint in silver luster.

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The cave the den, path to hell in linesight,

The smoke and sulfur eclipse the sunlight.

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Flames erupt and singe the landscape,

I refuse to retreat, with night comes darkness drape.

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Hidden in shadows I inch my way onward,

Sword in clenched fist should I have to thrust forward.

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In shock and surprise the beast my scent hast sensed,

I lunge behind boulders as my lifes only defense.

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A roar as if from hades cracks the whistle of the gale,

Trembling in fear, his beating wings shedding monstrous scales.

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Flames nearly blinding, the heat my flesh boils,

I must run, change my course, before my quest he doth foil.

 ~~

As he draws in a breath for his next volley of fire,

I sprang from my hideout and circled much higher.

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In murderous rage the devil turned to give chase,

A discarded scale as a shield did I hoist in great haste.

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The torrent of fire my shield did repel,

Though I stumbled and fell how I survived and cannot tell.

 ~~

Another deep breath the dragon he drew,

Without a thought for my safety the pike through air flew.

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A ghastly howl filled the night as the pike hit it’s mark,

As flames filled the air piercing the obsidian dark.

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With head drawing down his roar from hell thrown my way,

With courage I filled, destined to live another day.

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Like a rabbit I jumped from behind makeshift shield,

With sword in clenched hand I swung what I wield.

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As his head it approached and our eyes surely meet,

With a leap I did plunge, blade to hilt landing on both feet.

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With a yell I withdrew bloody blade from the beast,

Pike still impaled to redeem my maiden, his feast.

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With sabre raised overhead to swing with all my might,

His crimson life draining along with his demon charged fight.

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A strike to his throat though armored it may be,

Shattered scale, flesh and tendon razored blade exposed he.

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He dropped to his knees spewing flames so erratic,

Moaning and crying in demon’s voice traumatic.

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With a thunderous tumble the mountainside shook,

As the monster’s death imminent the last breath he took.

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Elated I raised sword for one final blow,

Swiftly and grunting off with his head it did go.

 ~~

Exhausted I dropped to one knee and did weep,

Thanking God for His strength and His blessing bade me sleep.

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My darling revenge is now in my firm clutch,

I slay your cowardly killer helped by God’s mighty touch.

 ~~

Dragon’s head on the pike still my heart it does break,

No solace is found though serpents life I did take.

 ~~

Sadness eternal where my destiny lie,

“Til when unite and I mercifully die.

Moral Decay

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Fantasy glimmers amongst shades of crimson,
Distorting reality for it’s own vice,
Leaving idle minds to drown in corruption,
Leading tormented souls to succumb.

Society passes off lust as love,
Mingling sensitivities with animal instinct,
Numbing what sensibilities we portend to have,
Replacing them with primative urges.

Celluloid visions feed arousal and carnality,
Drifting recklessly across our screens,
Youth despoiled by images of debauchery,
Rendering them hollow and defiled.

Who’s to blame for the moral decay?
Pointing the venomous finger of irresponsibility,
Looking to the state for civil retort,
Misplacing censure to cloak parental shortcomings.

We are to blame,
Ignoring that which tears at our moral fiber,
Restraint not prudishness the intention,
Reaping what we sow our just deserve.