Hi Rebekah! Thank you so much for having me on your wonderful blog!
I’ve just recently finished the first draft of my novel, Moonscript, and I’d love to tell you about it! Although the roots of this story started three years ago, this actual manuscript was written in the past year with the help of my amazing mentor, Anne Elisabeth Stengl. Without her, Moonscript would be a completely different (and poor) tale. At the end of 2013, I completed the first draft at 446 pages, 115, 923 words. Now, I’ll be revising and editing with the plans of going through an extensive line edit with my mentor. Hopefully, I can then pursue publishing!
Moonscript is a YA fantasy novel about redemption. It’s an adventure, full of colorful characters and humor to contrast the darkness of the pursuing threat. I hope it will encourage and inspire the readers to have faith, endure, and know that there is always a second chance.
If you’d like to learn more about Moonscript and my writing world, check out my blog, TheWriter’s Window.
The Secret Was Safe With Him…But Only If He Was Saved First
Long ago, the elven king hid away his most precious book, the Moonscript, for only it held the secrets of the unreachable Higher World. Evil has long sought this knowledge…and now the heir to the Moonscript has vanished…
Such stories should have nothing to do with Tellie.
Young Tellie is a simple orphan girl with one desire in her heart—to find a family who loves her. But when dark strangers visit her inn, she discovers a mysterious treasure and is pulled into the outside world.
Her dreams of family and home are forced aside as Tellie is plunged into an adventure beyond her imagination. If she is to escape, she must rescue a fellow prisoner, the only person left alive who can keep the Moonscript a secret.
But which will be harder—rescuing him from dungeons….or from himself?
The storm was subsiding, and all that could be heard in the inn was the patter of raindrops on the roof and the slosh of water in a bowl. Tellie bent over the washing bin, scrubbing away at the dishes. She stood for a moment, relieving the ache in her bent shoulders, and rubbed her burning eyes. It was late; surely the men at the table had left by now. She crept to the door and listened. Yes, all was quiet.
Yawning, Tellie walked out to the table. The ale mugs and plates were still scattered over the table and food was strewn upon its surface. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she began stacking them up. Last dishes to be washed, she told herself. Last—
In her weariness, she bent too far over, and a cup, towering on top of the others, fell to floor. Setting the other ware back on the table, Tellie bent down to pick up the stray mug.
But she froze, for a glimmer caught her eye.
There by the table leg lay a small disk of moonlight itself. Of course! The necklace she had seen fall out of the leader’s cloak. He must have been drunk enough to have missed it. Tellie reached over and caught it up.
Her breath skipped a beat. The cord was as light as spider-web silk. As for the crescent medallion she could not feel it at all. And it was brighter…far brighter than Tellie recalled. No longer grey, the crescent shone like starlight itself.
Tellie’s heart began to thud. This was rare and it was precious. Where it came from and who it belonged to, she did not know. But she was certain it did not belong to those men. What do I do? she wondered. I can’t give it back to them if they’ve stolen it, but I must, because they’ll miss it. Will they be angry? I—I shall have to give it to them in the morning. But if anyone else comes looking for this I’ll point them in the right direction.
Tucking the necklace in her pocket, Tellie grabbed the dishes. She’d worry about it at dawn.
“So. She has found it.”
“Then it will begin at last.”
Author Bio: Hannah Williams is a homeschooler living in the lush valleys of Oregon. She doesn’t mind the rain because it gives her an excuse to stay inside and write. She lives on a knoll with her parents, big brother, her grammie, and three dogs, five cats, six chickens, two guinea pigs, and one goat. Writing and illustrating epic stories of good and evil are her passions. She is a geek of all things Tolkien and Stengl and hopes to publish her own books with the goal of bringing glory to God. Learn more about her stories and interests at her blog, The Writer's Window.