My name is Samuel Miles…
I’ve led a very simply life—up until now. One night as I slept, I had a dream far beyond anything I had ever fathomed before. I awoke on a strange island with no recollection of my past life. Struggling for every breath, I traveled all over the island, searching for how I got there and what it meant to me. I survived, fought, and killed…
I had found a girl—Isabel Gosteu. She was like me: somehow thrust into this savage world with few former memories. She was my companion and savior in that dark place. We learned of secrets and truths about ourselves that we could not comprehend. We were special people; so called: Wielders of Power, that had the ability to control the world around us using strange artifacts we found there. These Stones of Power helped us escape, but they didn’t answer all our questions.
When I awoke from my nightmare, I still had scars I received in the dream, and Isabel was there with me. Now, I have been researching her name, hoping to find her history and discover who she was and where she came from. She just…didn’t seem to exist. Nevertheless—she was here right in front of me. Somehow, she returned with me from my ‘dream’. Now that I am back, even more questions burn in my mind. I still didn’t know who she was, or who I really am. Were we dreaming, or was it something else entirely?
What does it really mean to be a Wielder of Power?
A Morning’s Arrival was created during my first year of college. Coming off the publication of A Night’s Passage the previous Christmas, I wanted to follow up with a proper sequel in the series. Since I never expected to even write the first book, I left myself off at a difficult cliffhanger in the story. I needed to connect the two somehow while still making new strides that made this book feel like a completely new journey. Answering many of the questions left hanging from the first installation, A Morning’s Arrival still brings its own share of plot twists and excitement.
A Morning’s Arrival
We learned of secrets and truths about ourselves that we could not comprehend. We were special people; so called: Wielders of Power, that had the ability to control the world around us using strange artifacts we found.