Welcome to the Ch ch changes young adult blog hop…
In my Night of the Gryphon series the five main characters are young adults who find themselves embarking on a quest for the Specter of Hope in order to save the world… I’m sure we can all relate :p While they all go through ch-ch-changes as truths they held dear are challenged and sometimes shattered the character that grows the most is Sancha.
Sancha is the son of the war-pack trainer for Taraly’s kingdom. He lives in an isolated valley with his father. He is what is known as an animal talker. Sancha thinks he’ll spend his life in the valley training the King’s warpack and he’s okay with that. But when his father is killed and the warpack destroyed by the evil creatures the sorceress Ovezara has released, he leaves his valley to seek revenge. Only what starts off as revenge changes into something else.
And one of the ch-ch-changes he has to deal with is love…
Here’s an excerpt from Warrior Queen book 2 in the Night of the Gryphon.
Sancha watched Rysa. Feeling conflicted in what he saw. Many things about her resembled a human woman yet it was all very different. Her long silver hair was like moon beams, her yellow eyes seemed to bore into your soul.
“She would not make you a good mate,” the wolfhound snarled.
“Humans look for more than mates. We also seek friendship.”
The wolfhound shook his head in annoyance. “You lie. You have never compared my coat to that of the light of the moon.”
Sancha twirled his staff. “I knew from her horns she was not for me.” He gaze shifted to Jalie and he struggled not to cover the ground separating them. After the attack of the banshees he’d walked several feet away but already he missed her closeness. To stand next to her and let her scent of sweet vanilla wrap around him. The small fragments of his heart she’d found after his father’s death and revived were once again hard dark stones.
“Again you lie to yourself,” the wolfhound spoke to him. “She holds the power to once again make you whole. I told you when we first met her to walk away. She would be harmful to the pack but you ignored me.”
Sancha smiled remembering the day he’d met Jalie. He was leaving the small valley of his childhood, where his family had lived for hundreds of years training the war pack. His soul was barren after finding his dad’s mutilated body and having endured months of relentless nights of horrors. She’d been a ray of sunshine standing the path. It was only though her love he’d survived. “There is no pack.” He walked over to Jalie and placed a hand on her tiny shoulder. She’d been wrong to lie but he knew not to forgive her was beyond his power.
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Tasarla Romaney 