S.Cu’Anam Policar was born in Brooklyn, NY, but now lives in Washington State. The Mother of three she makes time to write, usually late at night. An avid reader, she not only writes but helps promote other authors with blog tours and reviews of their books. She is Pagan but respects all religions and believes everyone should celebrate their similarities and not care about their differences. When she has the time, she enjoys playing video games, horseback riding, singing, and writing things other than her Legend of Xosha Series. She absolutely loves to make new friends so don’t be afraid to come by and hi on facebook!
A tale of epic proportions. The Rise of Xosha tells the tale of Xosha’s beginnings. Where Anjyls are mortal pawns, Dragons rule the skies, Wolves and elves roam the forests, and demons lurk below the surface. Oceanus, the leader of the last hord of dragons in the realms must find his people a new home. Going only on the word of the odd colored white dragon, Rose, he leads the horde far from their home, over waters that seem to have no end. Pyre, Oceanus’ younger, rebellious brother must come to terms with the fact that Oceanus will never see him as anything more than a welp too young to be of any use. Jade the youngest of the three has her own thoughts and inner demons to contend with. Then there’s Rose, The dragon with an amazing gift no one will acknowledge. The outcast of her people simply because she’s the only one of her color. Will these four ever come to terms with why they had to leave their home? And what strange new beings will they encounter in their new territory? Find out when you read The Rise of Xosha; The story that started the legend. One to lead…One to see…One to protect…One to Deceive. The Rise of Xosha; The story that started the legend. “not all allies are friends, not all friends are true, and some enemies will in turn be your greatest allies.”
Obsidian’s reverie was cut short as she realized her own grave error. “Pyre watch out!” She yelled. Pyre snapped his head in the direction of Obsidian’s frantic yell, but indeed he had been too late. A flurry of white feathers slammed into his right flank sending him spiraling out of the sky. His talons ripped into the side of the feathered beast, which returned the gesture in kind as their forms, a ball of red scale and white feather continued their less than graceful dive. “This ends now dragon!” the feathered one hissed in a feminine voice as her talons dug into Pyre’s flank. Pyre growled low in his throat as he finally shook the Anjyl off. “Why are you doing this?! Your kind and mine are practically cousins. Why turn on us like this?” A laugh akin to the tinkling of bells left the feathered dragon, her gray depths burned into the dragon’s with malice. “Your kind is thorn in our sides. We cannot fully control the ‘God’ fearing creatures with you around.” Pyre had heard enough, he flew at the Anjyl and gripped her left wing in with his front taloned paws, his back ones came to land on the feathered female’s underside where his talons dug deeply in. His back legs gave a sharp kick outward as his front legs pulled the wing toward his own body. The Anjyl’s eyes widened. Her sleek feathered head shook vigorously back and forth causing the thick standalone whiskers on either side of her muzzle to dance in the wind. Then, she gave out of a blood curdling screech of pain as the sound of popping bone, tissue, and feathered flesh broke through the howl of the rushing wind. A smirk crossed Pyre’s maw as he released the now useless wing. “Your kind will never be better than us Anjyl. If you survive, tell your Oni we will not fall prey to you… Hunt us again and it will be the Anjyl’s that become the prey!” He kicked out once more letting his wings unfurl to catch the upward current of the wind. His talons mucked with feathers, flesh, and gore, he gave a shrug knowing he had wasted his breath. Even as he watched, his wings giving the occasional flap to keep himself aloft, The Anjyl was falling. When she hit the water head first and did not resurface he knew it had been an wasted effort. Above him, where the rest of the fighting sectors of the horde were, he heard growls and the clash of talons. Angling himself he began his ascent back to his brother’s side, dodging the many breaths of acid, and the falling of Anjyls. “I’m glad you’re okay Pyre.” Oceanus grunted as Pyre came up beside him. Pyre latched his maw on the neck of the large Anjyl male that was trying very much in vain to knock Oceanus from the sky. “I told you I can take care of myself.” Was the muffled reply as the male went limp in Pyre’s jaw. Pyre let the Anjyl drop to join his kin in the bottom of the ocean. Pyre’s amber depths noted the purple hue to the once blue water and had to wonder to himself if it would ever return to normal after this fight. As the last Anjyl fell to its final resting place, Oceanus let out a strong bellow. The children, Rose, and the others lifted from the small island to rejoin the ranks of the horde. Oceanus knew the browns were a bit miffed at being left out of the fight, He also knew that Rose’s Xosha required every brown dragon there to be found. “We no longer have time and distance on our side. I’m sure that horde were not the only ones. Their leader was not among their numbers. We must make haste to our new home now. We cannot afford another battle. Many of you are injured now and the will to carry on is diminished, but you must continue forward! We all seek the freedom and peace of Rose’s Xosha, we must stay together to achieve it!” Oceanus’ voice was strong, though as he looked over his small band of dragons his heart grew heavy. They had lost at least three in that fight., they could not afford to lose any more.