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Meet E.Frith-Hunter

Mrs. Frith-Hunter writes because she loves books and fantasy. When she moved to a rural home twenty-six years ago, they had no television, limited computer use, and poor cell coverage. She became a voracious lover of children’s books, and wanted to learn how to write better stories better. E. Frith-Hunter is a graduate of the Institute Of Children’s Literature. Born in Maine,

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Debut Novel

War On The Horizon, Book 1

overview

Unlike most magical creatures needing to hide, on Turtar Eilean, all creatures were able to exist in their natural state. For thousands of years, elves lived in peace on this magical island located between the Red Sea and Lemon Sea. The island was rich in diamonds, emeralds, and copper, not coveted by the colorful elves that inhabited the island. However, humans invaded the most southern tip of Turtar Eilean, killing forest elves and capturing others. Somehow the humans knew that copper blocked magic, so the king now had a way to control the elves. King Duncan, the human king, coveted riches. So when, Erol, the dead volcano, ran out of copper, he needed more. More copper for more slaves, for more diamonds and emeralds. But first, he must clear more land and conquer Silver City. He would make a military harbor in Red Bay, so his cargo ships could enter without fear of being attacked. King Duncan needed Mt. Dalton, the other dead volcano. So as the king prepared for war, the elves were quietly doing the same. Will the elves find their traitor? Will they eliminate the humans? Can they win their island?

Place of Publication

Grounded in tradition. Crafted for a global audience.

Proudly published, blending the rich heritage of literary craftsmanship with a modern vision for today’s readers.

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EXCERPT

Shadows shifted and lengthened as Princess Isolde paced around her cell, and the early afternoon air melted the ice, the drips echoing in her mind. Using her cupped hands, she collected water and drank what little she could bring to her mouth. Frustrated with the slow progress, and being very thirsty, the princess bent down and pushed her cheek, against the rock exterior wall. It wasn't very lady-like, but the drips fell into her open mouth and she swallowed. Neither food nor water had come for days. Her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and her brain felt numb. Standing in the middle of her cell, she