STORIES THAT ENCHANT THE MIND
The bestselling novel 'Lunora and the Monster King' by H.S. Crow has entered major stores such as Amazon, Apple, and Barnes & Noble.
This magical story will have you tumbling down waves of emotion as you explore the first glimpse of Caligo, a vast universe praised by many as this era's Middle-Earth.
Travel inside the mind of Lunora, a young girl searching for her father in a land ruled by monsters. The Kingdom of Nevermore is in a mess as the Eversea draws closer. Thousands fall into a permanent dance with vacant smiles and no monster understands why. They blame the young interloper from Dolos and they will do whatever it takes to silence her. Among her growing collection of enemies, a boy with bleached white hair and blood red eyes has grown curious of her, and he desires to be the first to kill her.
This Young-Adult fantasy is a playwright for all ages with its deep layers of mythology and rich poetry uncovering the issues in our world and the darkness looming in Nevermore. The topics of hate, loss, and vengeance are brilliantly touched on.
Join Lunora in her search, and save her father!
"I will wait for you until the gold from the sun dwindles away…"
The Monster King’s searching for a human, and word on the wind is Mother Leaf knows where it is!
Wake to a New Horizon.
The vast world of Caligo dwells beyond the gaze of humans. Inhabiting extraordinary fiends and deadly creatures, its black sun and moonless nights are hidden for one lone purpose-to keep us out.
Fourteen-year-old Lunora wakes up scared and alone in this dark world, but she’s not alone’ and she’s not welcome.
Her treacherous journey to find her father will take her body and soul to the depths of despair as she must turn enemies into allies to survive.
A Hyperion monster boy, Iko, must decide if he can trust a human over the will of his tribe and the rule of the ruthless Monster King.
One girl in a quest to find her father.
A ruthless king and his desire to kill her.
A half-sprite destined for greatness.
Will shake a kingdom apart.
Ethelwood enjoys her coffee black like the sun, drifting beneath an unbearable white abyss, void of color and life, yet forever present. She loves to listen to the yowling fog, bearing the muffled screams of ancient apparitions while she writes. Life is good, the unnamed are watching . . .