Here are the first 13 lines of "FRAGILE GODS", a heroic fantasy novel which is completed in first draft at about 50,000 words.
I am seeking active alpha readers to help refine this work if any are willing.
Damek was accustomed to welcoming visitors, not turning them away. But tonight, when someone knocked and Damek reached out with the Sight, finding nothing, he knew it had to be his older brother, Azai.
I'm not home, he thought miserably, futilely.
"Damek, I know you're home," Azai announced through the closed door.
"I'm not leaving, Damek. I want to talk to you."
I don't want to talk to you, though.
"You can't help it, Damek."
At this, Damek strode forward and flung open the door.
"This is why you're not welcome in my home. Do you have any
[This message has been edited by Jason R. Peters (edited October 05, 2010).]