I’ve been so excited to come this far that now that I’m here, I hardly know what to say. Years and years of planning and writing and editing (and repeating those steps until I wanted to pass out) have finally come to fruition.
From simple origins as a side project and something to muse about in between classwork and my other stories, Bowman and his friends have grown and developed more than I ever could have imagined. He used to be a nameless little muse, the figure I would imagine flying among the trees whenever I went on a road trip as a kid. Now, Bowman is all grown up, along with Jacob and Rischa and the rest.
Currently, the book is only available on the Lulu shop. However, I am in the process of preparing it for distribution on other sites such as Amazon and Barnes&Noble; more announcements will come when that process is complete. The next step will be to create an eBook format for those who don’t want to have a physical copy with that gorgeous cover (the artwork for which was created by Anthony Avon ).
“And anyways, I was right!” he asserted. “Here you are, flying around in one piece, not even a nibble off you! Absolute sweetheart, she was, just a bit…hyper and distracted, that’s all. Knew you could handle ‘er just fine, no need to get your wings in a twist.”
“Wings in a- Pray to a rock!” Bowman blurted, irate in spite of how well the situation had gone.
The Doctor simply smiled at her. “It’s alright,” he said softly, a phrase the creature was quickly becoming familiar with. With slow, careful movements, he approached her with a gentle hand extended for her to sniff. Neither his scent or his demeanor raised any major red flags for the creature, so she relaxed a hair. That was all the Doctor needed.
“I’m the Doctor,” he introduced himself, looking the dragon straight in the eye. “And I’m gonna take you home.”
Bowman’s eyes widened and he actually took his eyes off the creature to twist around and look the Doctor in the face. “You’re not serious,” he blurted, almost demanded to be true. But there wasn’t a sign of a joke in the Doctor’s expression, and Bowman threw him a look that said if things weren’t so dire, he’d be bopping him right on the forehead that second.
“Come along, Bowman,” he called. After a moment, he turned to look at the sprite with a lifted left eyebrow as he walked. “Actually, do you have a last name? Or is it just Bowman the Sprite?”
“My family line is Leafwing,” he replied. He allowed some pride to leak into his tone as he drifted around a low-hanging branch.
“Look, I don’t see any other option–” the Doctor cut himself short when he caught sight of Bowman approaching. He waved him over with a huge grin. “Ah, Bowman! Perfect timing! I need to ask you for a favor.”
“No, you don’t!” Zepheera emphasized.
“Yes, I do!” the Doctor shot back, keeping his upbeat smile where it was.
Borrowed Time and Space 