Time keeps slipping away

Hello all,

Sable Angel here.

Time... when we're young, it plods along with the step of a tortoise. As we age, somewhere along the line the tortoise picks up speed and by the time we're able to enjoy the fruits of time on our hands, the tortoise has morphed into a cappuccino drinking rabbit.

Can you believe we are entering the month of March on Tuesday? Where did the time go? With the entry into the Lion/Lamb month, we celebrate St. Patrick's contribution to the world... and a new release by RoguePhoenixPress--A St. Patrick's Day Tale.

My contribution to the tale is the beginning troubles of the wee folk in the meadows outside Eugene, Oregon. Disturbing happenings enter their otherwise idyllic daily lives. Night elves, normally reclusive beings resembling humans, are appearing in more numbers than the fae folk of the meadow realized. Why are they here?

Tiamoon, a self-professed guardian of the valley, is drawn into the fray in an effort to save the fae from losing their valley. Their acrid response to her offer to help surprises Tia and she withdraws from publicly helping. But she can't walk away, after all this is her valley too.

Be sure to download a copy of A St. Patrick's Day Tale to enjoy while riding out the unexpected storms that pop up in spring.

Keep your wings warm and ice free.

Sable Angel