A picture can say a thousand words, but what about a whole album of art, scenes from the various turning points and highlights of the past two hundred years?

A series of short stories, mostly one-shots with a few part one and twos sprinkled in. First titled "Snap-shots of the Cycle".

Aiedail Shadeslayer is one of the most powerful Riders in memory, single-handedly killing a shade rider, much like her legendary father and mother, Eragon and Arya Shadeslayer. Her talent seems to have been passed on to her children. Her oldest son has become a Rider like his parents and grandfather. Her playboy younger son is know for his knowledge of all animals and will inherit the Knotted Throne when Queen Arya steps aside. Her daughter is the well loved and respected ambassador to the Varden, beloved not just by the elves, but the humans and other inhabitants of Alagaësia. But when a traitor is discovered and it turns out to be one of the sons of Shur'tugal Aiedail, what effects will it have on the close-knit Shadeslayer family? When a new war breaks out, friends become enemies and those who you trust might just be the ones that turn on you...

This is the third book in my series, The Shadeslayers.

Selena is a young, happy-go-luck girl who wants more out of life than just settling down, marrying and having babies in her dull village of Carvahall. When a handsome stranger arrives, she immediately falls in love. He carries her away, rescuing her from her dull life. When she discovers who he is, she is horrified, but by then they are already married and Selena has no intention of going back to Carvahall a divorced woman. Meanwhile, a man who has lost everything and is struggling to bring down the man who he believes is responsible for his loss infiltrates the security of Urû’baen and stumbles upon Selena hiding from on of her husband’s drunken rages. Selena and her new friend begin a fiery romance which is threatened by a discovery Selena makes.

This is the first story in my series “The Shadeslayers”, but it can be read at anytime. Hope you like!!!!

Skye is a normal looking princess with several abnormal likings. For instance, she HATES to do anything that is even remotely connected to being a princess, which includes embroidery, dancing, decorum, and the feminine arts. She would be perfectly content to spend all day outside training with weapons, on horseback, or curled up with a good book on the rafters above her horse's stall. But, as is always the case, we can't always have what we want. She is forced to take princess lessons and also lessons in how to run a country, because, guess what? Skye is the Queen of her very own country. Not that she wants to be, but hey, she gets to do what she wants in her country. Where is the down side in that?

This is basically a rewrite of Dove for Peace, so you will notice that there are several characters from that story. Read and review please!!!

Eragon’s eighteen year old daughter is headstrong and willful. As a Rider, Aiedail must learn to control her feelings or they will be her downfall. Named after the morning star, the people hope she will bring a new age to Alagaësia, just as the morning star brings a new morning. Her dragon, a white female, is named Fricai. Aiedail’s best friend is a half elf like her. His name is Caleb, rider of silver Vanilor. When their friendship takes on a whole new dimension, Dail finds herself in a position which could be dangerous for all concerned, not only to herself and Caleb, but to her family and all the Riders. But as soon as one difficulty is passed another arises. A Shade has appeared in Alagaësia, one trained in the dark arts by Galbatorix himself, before the Usurper died. The Shade wants his revenge for the death of his master. Dail wants to live up to her father’s legendary deeds and goes after the Shade, leaving her new family behind and facing to Shade. Meanwhile, Caleb is struggling to accept the facts of his heritage. Will they both be strong enough for their tasks, or will they learn one of the most important lessons of warriors, those who stand alone are often the first to die…