My debut as editor of a published book

Today marks my debut as the Editor of a published book – The Shadow Prophecy: Shadow Wolf Trilogy #1. I had the honor to work on the Shadow Prophecy as a pro bono Editor. It was an enthralling journey.

I met Rae Egan through the writing community forum on Twitter. She was looking for editorial inputs and I offered to help. Rae and I collaborated for over 2 months using Google Docs and messengers. Without speaking with each other on phone or voice chat we created a workable collaboration that enabled a quick turnaround.

The entire project was made possible by Rae’s acceptance of guidance and feedback. She explained to me themes and storylines when I posed questions. With each passing day, the book 📚 gripped me with the mystery of the Shadow Prophecy.

I wish self-published author Rae Egan all the best on the launch of her book. She needs our encouragement as she works on the trilogy. After reading book 1, you will want more of this young adult fiction.

This book would not have been made possible without the help of my amazing editor Aneesha Shewani. Her time and dedication went above and beyond anything I could have imagined. If you have enjoyed my book please follow her on Twitter @felinemusings

Rae Egan

Unsaid

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Those who leave with words unsaid
Stir up longings, buried yet not dead
For one can only wait and wonder
How their world was ripped asunder
Songs of love, once carefree, wild
Now broken chords, when lyrics died

Newer Gods

Spoken myths tell
The truth of fallen worlds
Apocalyptic disasters
Sealed in Time’s capsule
An open Pandora’s box
Blows the last storm
In our hapless faces
We kneel in obeisance
When darkness unfolds
For we brazenly ignored
All our History ever told
In human laments and curses
Newer Gods are born

Yesterday

Do not tarry for tomorrow
Dwell not on the clamor
Of those loud yesterdays;
Time’s hands in tandem
Hold us strictly to ransom
To make the most of today.

Shed the anxiety
Of another tomorrow
Let go of the
Worries of today
Fear only the
Whispers of yesterday
With the unfailing power
To haunt each living day

Lucifer

Today, I wrote two poems on the Jan 7 @QuillandCrow #crowcalls #prompt Lucifer

Jan 7 QuillandCrow #crowcalls #prompt Lucifer

Burn

Crumbling skin
As the acid burns
Face, neck, heart
Singed dreams
Excruciating screams
Reach the skies
It is the day
When angels cry
And Lucifer decries
Such lowly treachery

*Acid attack on women for vengeance is a sad reality in India in both rural and urban setups.

Arsenic

We search for an
Uninhabited world
Where seeds of Lucifer
Perish, rotting in the mud
With not a chance
To become the arsenic
That ruined our Earth!