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About the author:
"Fairy-tale fantasies for the heart."
Ann Sepino is an independent Filipino author who loves all things fantasy romance. She enjoys creating the perfect happily ever after for her knights-in-distress and damsels-in-shining-armor. Her inspiration comes from the fairy tales and folklore of her childhood, as well as her interest and experience with local culture. One of her best titles, 'Tribeless,' was influenced by these very elements.
What inspired you to write your book?
I've always been a big fan of fairy tales, including those by Hans Christian Andersen. I also love learning about folkloric and mythological figures from around the world. I used these preferences for crafting 'After Eternity,' as well as my other fantasy romance novels.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She could tell that her challenge was interesting him at the moment. Why wouldn't it? She was practically handing him an opportunity to shake off some heat. Not to mention she'd promised to show him where the village boy actually was if he helped. He was probably thanking his lucky stars that this unfortunate circumstance had befallen the great Snow Queen.
"You flatter me, Your Icyness." Jack Frost raised his hand in the air. He curled his fingers, and from the space between them formed a column of ice. He was fashioning from thin air the magical staff he used to control his powers. "Could it be that, deep inside, you're trembling in fear?"
Frost kicked his staff into the air, where it hovered like a low-lying cloud or a witch's broomstick. He wasted no time in hopping onto it. And truth be told, Briella was duly impressed with his little display.
Although he didn't need to know that. "Oh please. Trembling in your arms is the least probable thing that will ever happen to me."
"Careful there, Snow Queen." He smirked, totally unaffected by her direct letdown. "Hurt my feelings and I might not offer you a ride over to the battlefield."
"Who says I need you to offer me a ride, Frosty?" Briella replied as she ducked beneath his hovering self to get to the other side.
There was a rather huge pile of snow at the east side of the courtyard. Briella headed to it, one hand outstretched and loaded with the power she was channeling. She placed her ungloved palm—pretty much immune to the cold—directly over the white heap. The snow pile rumbled. It shook violently, and some chunks of snow began falling off from various sections.
Briella watched as the falling chunks, little by little, revealed her creation underneath. Eventually the creature beneath shivered and stood up. A large white bison rose up from the ground, shaking the remaining snow off its back and hide. Briella carefully climbed onto the bison's back. Of course, it was easier wearing her tea-length riding skirt. "A wonderfully warm, nifty creation, isn't he Mr. Frost?"