Out of respect for all those who suffered at the Boston Marathon, and for those who lost their lives in Texas last week, I chose not to post.  I want to wish all the families who suffered loss and tragedy my heartfelt prayers and solace in lives…

On another note; please click on the link below and read my interview with BookMarketingBuzzBlog and post a comment. Thank you to all those who continue to follow me. http://bookmarketingbuzzblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/crowdfunding-for-authors.html

The day has proven to be difficult and still we must endure; it is not until we reach the island that this nightmare will end. As we continue to swim, my limbs become weak. Each stroke is an effort; I am exhausted and unable to stay afloat. Lavinia seeing me struggle, summon the swans to escort me safely onto Printanier. With tenderness and care the swans respond to her plea. Two great white swans each place their long graceful necks under my arms and carefully guide me to the island. When we finally reach the thicket, I can not go any further. The tiny Elfite are captivating as they flutter by to greet me. They welcome me with compassion and understanding.  Aldous, one of the Elders comforts me; he is concerned about my health.  Thus he closes his eyes and utters the words; “A tora be`, eston be`, laiora be`,” which means, “be with me, strengthen me, empower me.”  He then raises his arms and a radiance consumes him as he is transformed into a Fitan. The massive warrior then gently lifts me in his arms, and carries me to the Hollows to rest.