Fantasy novel has a title

I have spent the past few months pondering over possible names for my latest book, and I keep coming back to the same one:

Stones of Akenmore

Akenmore is the name of the kingdom the main character Nativus is from, and the stones, well I’m not going to ruin the story with spoilers, but let’s just say it involves trace amounts of time travel.

Unfortunately one thing I’m still unable to confirm is its release date, and I suspect the editing will take quite some more time, but I’m working on it almost every day so it should be within the next few months.

A Little Bit of Honesty

Written by James Record in 2015.

Is all it takes.
How can we proceed into the light,
If we are weighed down by shadows?

This is not only for spiritual of us,
Because even the most rational,
Will still feel the strains of self-doubt,
And refuse to accept their limitations.

First we must accept we have a burden,
Before we can find the remedy.
As when taking antibiotics when all you have is fever,
Taking the wrong steps to recovery,
Will only drag the problems along with us.

Sometimes the lies distance us from those we love,
And protect those we think can’t hold the truth.
We are just as fallible as anyone else,
And believing that is the simplest kind of honestly.

Honesty doesn’t mean never telling a lie,
And it doesn’t mean being sinless or perfect.
Honesty means accepting our faults and our imperfections,
And not being afraid to share them with others.

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Puppet Master

Written by James Record in 2015.

A giant hand holds your puppet limbs by wire,
Twisting and conforming your every move.
A ventriloquist dictates your speech;
Your mouth moves, but the words are not your own.

A guide takes you along the trail,
No questions are asked about what fate may bring,
If one were to disobey and look over the precipice.

Maybe you might see yourself in the reflection,
Of the misty pools at the foot of the cliffs.
Perhaps, he’s waiting for you;
And you’ll forever be afraid of what might happen,
If you take a chance.

Driven back from the edge,
Forced to resume your life,
Where all your choices will forever be guided by safety.

The worse that will happen,
Is you’ll fall into the deep black ocean with me;
But at least if you make a mistake,
You will not be alone.

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