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Aug. 16th, 2013

One Realm Beyond: Hitting Shelves January 28, 2014!


Donita K. Paul’s One Realm Beyond, Book 1 in the science fiction series, Realm Walkers, now has a release date! So check out your bookstore January 28, 2014 and pick up your copy!

Or, you can pre-order your copy through Amazon, Barnes and Noble orChristian Books!

Product Description: Cantor D’Ahma has waited his whole life for this day. Born with a gift, the young Realm Walker is finally ready to leave his elderly mentor and accept his role as protector and defender of the realms. But mere hours after he first steps through a portal, Cantor discovers that his job will be more dangerous and difficult than he ever imagined. The realms are not as safe as they once were, and members of the Realm Walkers Guild have become corrupt and can no longer be trusted. To make matters worse, his first assignment—-finding a dragon to assist him on his quest—-has led him to one who is clearly inept. With the help of his new friends Bixby and Dukmee, Cantor must uncover the secrets of the corrupt Guild before they become too powerful to be stopped. But can his skills progress in time? And will Cantor remember where his true allegiance lies?

Jun. 29th, 2013

Owls!


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Just a reminder that we have some adorable owl jewelry over at the Dragon Lady Shoppe! Have you checked it out recently? Earrings, necklaces, cellphone charms, bracelets, even some watches! And even if owls aren't really your thing? Check out our other lines! Who knows, you might just find that perfect thing...

May. 25th, 2013

New Realm Walkers Pinterest Board!

Hey! Have you seen the new Pinterest board for Mrs. Paul's Realm Walkers series? It's shiny!

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(Source: Realm Walkers Pinterest Board)

Apr. 30th, 2013

Fan Art Galleries!

Have you checked out the awesome Art Galleries on www.donitakpaul.com lately? There may be some new artwork by our talented fans you haven't seen yet!

Check out some beautiful creations at our Young Art and Adult Art Galleries!

Do you have something you'd like to submit? We'd love to see it! You can send in your artwork here.


Acario by Amelia

Apr. 19th, 2013

New Book Update!

Mrs. Paul has a publication date for her new book, which will be Book 1 in a trilogy. So, keep an eye out for One Realm Beyond (working title) hitting the shelves February 2014!

Want more details? Well...you can head on over to the heroine's Pinterest page if you want to get a little taste of what's coming.

Keep an eye out for more updates in future, and thanks for your continued interest and support!

Apr. 27th, 2012

Out and About

We are heading North tomorrow, April 28!

See me at 2:30 to 4:30 for Pizza and Prose with Author Donita K. Paul- Grades 6-12 at the Mamie Doud Eisenhower Public Library. Register by calling 720-887-2360
http://www.ci.broomfield.co.us/library/

Evangeline Denmark and I will be at the Westminster Barnes& Noble at 11:00
for Children’s Story Time
http://store-locator.barnesandnoble.com/store/2718 

Hope to see you there!

Apr. 5th, 2012

Wonderful News!

I officially began writing a new book. I signed the contract today with my publisher and agent.


Here are a couple of tantalizing clues:

1) It is not set in the same world as the DragonKeeper Chronicles. I am visiting a new universe.

2) It is a fantasy novel, and it will have dragons. I love dragons.

3) That's it! You will have to check back later for more details.



Apr. 2nd, 2012

Lulu's Mystery Sale

For anyone that wants to read "Taming the Wild Wind" as a paperback, Lulu.com is having a 'mystery sale.'

When a buyer adds an item to their shopping cart on Lulu.com, they will see the mystery savings amount applied to their shopping cart sub-total.

This sale ends on April 6th, 2012.

Mar. 26th, 2012

Taming the Wild Wind

Ida has always gone her own way like a gentle breeze, drifting through social barriers as if they weren't even there. Like the breeze, her comings and goings are hard to keep track of, and her family assumes Ida's activities are the same as the other society debutantes of Pittsburgh. When she responds to the wilder wind of the Oklahoma prairie, she recognizes the untamed quality in her personality. She also comes to realize that even the wild wind has a Master. She submits to the hand of her Creator, her loving Heavenly Father, and allows Him to tame her willful nature.

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Chapter One

     “That house is haunted.”

     Ida Meade nodded wearily at the pronouncement. She’d heard it a dozen times since checking into the hotel a week before. Her response remained the same, “I don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Haunted,” the brawny man grunted as he hoisted a burlap bag of rice to his shoulder. “That’s what I said.” He carried his load to the waiting buggy.

Watching Lucas plod back and forth from the storeroom door to the surrey, Ida recalled some of the others in town who’d nervously couched their warnings with snickers.

“I don’t believe it myself,” the clerk at the front desk of the Granger Hotel had said. He tapped a stubby pencil on the polished check-in desk. He looked cautiously around the lobby before leaning closer to whisper, “But there’s been people seen things. Things that aren’t natural.”

A day later, one of the women Ida interviewed for the housekeeper position was more interested in talking about the haunted house than the job offered. After repeating a tale just told that morning down at the mercantile, the job applicant quickly assured Ida she didn’t believe half of the rumors.

“Especially don’t put no faith in O’Reilly’s story,” she confided. “He claimed he nearly galloped right o’er a ghost on the Burnside road.”

The woman made a noise of disgust. Ida thought for a minute she was going to expectorate in the hotel lobby spittoon, and breathed a sigh of relief when the woman didn’t spit out anything but words.

“It were night,” continued the woman, “and he mostly drunk, I think. As for me, don’t mind a-going there come the day, but you ain’t gonna get me to sleep there a-coming no night.”

And then, there had been the livery owner who hitched the buggy for Ida. “I figger I can handle a rattler, a bear, or coyotes," he claimed. "But little girl ghosts, . . .” The man shuddered dramatically and left Ida standing beside the bedraggled surrey. He walked off muttering, spit a stream of tobacco at a can by the large wooden door, and shook his head. Ida thought she heard him say, “Fool woman.”

Is he referring to me? Ida clutched her reticule and scowled at the man’s back. Well, he doesn’t know me. I’m anything but a fool. She let out a sigh. At least, I didn’t think I was a fool until I ended up here.

Every person Ida encountered had an opinion, a bit of wisdom or nonsense to impart. She listened attentively and sifted the chaff from the grains of common sense. Having lived all her nineteen years in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, she wasn’t prepared for prairie life. She knew it and consciously beat down her pride to take instruction. Nothing would deter her from the Lord’s purpose. He had opened doors, prepared the way, circumvented all obstacles. She would establish the Indian school. She would teach the littler ones in that ramshackle farmhouse. The younger children would get their education without being shipped off to boarding schools.

Ida Meade refused to let the various horrifying ghost stories be the straw that broke her camel’s back. It was merely another inconvenience in a long list of inconveniences that began long before she left her parents’ home in Pittsburgh. That list had seemed to multiply since her arrival by train to Elder Creek, a small town in the Northeast Oklahoma Territory.

Her sponsor had neglected to meet her and introduce her to the people, the house, and the job. Nor had he delegated anyone to pick up that responsibility.

Jeremiah Griggs, Indian agent and contact person assigned to her by the Mission, had gone away on urgent business the day before her scheduled arrival. It must have been complicated as well as urgent since the man had not shown his face in the seven days Ida had waded through trivialities, arranged for help, and begun the process of making the old farmhouse decent enough to live in.

It’s all right, she told herself a hundred times a day. “Greater is He who is in me, than he who is in the world.” She backed it up with, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Then she plunged into work to forget how uneasy the whole situation made her.

Ida looked at the sweat-soaked shirt on the back of this giant man who spouted off about ghosts and suppressed a low growl.

“There aren’t really any ghosts,” Ida said with conviction to Lucas as he set a bolt of material in the back of the buggy.

“Horses’ll tell ya’,” he said in the slow, deliberate speech of someone who struggled with mental tasks. “Dogs, too. Animals don’t like spooks.”

“I’ve been out to the Burnside place every day this week, and there is nothing but dust and cobwebs.” Ida made an attempt to reason with him. “I’m not afraid of ghost stories. The Bible doesn’t say a thing about unhappy spirits being unable to move on. It’s nonsense.”

“Ain’t been thar at night,” observed Lucas.

Ida’s patience with all these references to ghosts and haunted houses suddenly came to an end. Words scoffing at ignorance and superstition rose up in her throat, but before they tumbled off her lips, a harsh voice cut off Ida’s reply.

“Lucas, quit jawin’ at the lady and come get this bucket of nails,” his boss called from the doorway, and then ducked back inside.

“Thank you, Lord,” Ida whispered as she realized she’d been rescued from her own temper.

Lucas shuffled to the side door of Turner’s General Store. The sun went behind a cloud, and the alley fell into shadow. Spring didn’t have a firm grip on Oklahoma yet, and a chilly zephyr swirled in the dust, lifting the hem of the new missionary schoolteacher’s long skirt in a playful gesture. Ida gathered the stiff gabardine material in her fist to keep the wind from exposing her petticoat. With the other hand, she pulled her knitted gray shawl closer around her shoulders. A shiver went down her spine.

“Dear Lord,” she prayed in a whisper, “don’t let this fool talk turn me from Your purpose.”

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Mar. 23rd, 2012

Official Website

Visit my official website for information about me and my books. I also added tips for writers and book recommendations. Join me for the Monday Night Chat session for fun writing exercises and fellowship. There is also art, stories, and poetry made by fans. 


www.donitakpaul.com