Books author - "Judy Colella"
The story of Link continues. He has left the Kokiri Forest to pursue his destiny, one which seems to grow more and more complicated. At first, he was only told to find the Princess of Destiny. When he does, she sends him on a quest to find the remaining two Spiritual Stones (he already has the first). These are Keys that will open the Door of Time into the Sacred Realm...yes, more complicated, indeed. With the help of his new friend and guide, Navi, Link set off to face new challenges, greater
To be honest, this story started as a rant. I was so over the non-stop parade of worn-out, cliche-filled "books" about werewolves, that when I found myself reading yet another one (because the title didn't give that salient little fact away), I think I snapped. I waxed sarcastic. I fumed. I wrote. Translation of above paragraph: Don't take this story too seriously. It's me in snide-mode. Enjoy!
My name is Silver. No, I'm not the Lone Ranger's horse, thank you. What I am, apparently, is a time-traveler. An unwilling one. All I wanted to do was go to lunch, but instead of heading out the door of the law office where I worked, I found myself in a forest, staring up at a dwarf on a stegosaurus. This is my journal, memoir, whatever you want to call it, of my inexplicable adventure through time. Hey, you got a sandwich you could share with me?
The story of Link continues. He has left the Kokiri Forest to pursue his destiny, one which seems to grow more and more complicated. At first, he was only told to find the Princess of Destiny. When he does, she sends him on a quest to find the remaining two Spiritual Stones (he already has the first). These are Keys that will open the Door of Time into the Sacred Realm...yes, more complicated, indeed. With the help of his new friend and guide, Navi, Link set off to face new challenges, greater
To be honest, this story started as a rant. I was so over the non-stop parade of worn-out, cliche-filled "books" about werewolves, that when I found myself reading yet another one (because the title didn't give that salient little fact away), I think I snapped. I waxed sarcastic. I fumed. I wrote. Translation of above paragraph: Don't take this story too seriously. It's me in snide-mode. Enjoy!
My name is Silver. No, I'm not the Lone Ranger's horse, thank you. What I am, apparently, is a time-traveler. An unwilling one. All I wanted to do was go to lunch, but instead of heading out the door of the law office where I worked, I found myself in a forest, staring up at a dwarf on a stegosaurus. This is my journal, memoir, whatever you want to call it, of my inexplicable adventure through time. Hey, you got a sandwich you could share with me?