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About the Author

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Emmylou Kotzé is a poet and writer from Mangaung, South Africa. The name of her birthplace translates as “The Place of the Cheetah,” which may help explain her lifelong fondness for mystic felines. The major artistic influ­ence on her life as a child was the TV show Xena, Warrior Princess, which showed the ideal of a woman who can kick ass, solve problems, and break hearts wherever she goes. Since then, Emmylou has had a burning passion to write the lives of unconventional heroes in historical settings in all their passion, power, guts and glory.

“Forest of the Morning” is a narrative that has undergone many branching-offs, retellings, and alterations over the years. Originally a saga titled “Elfmage,” about a long-lost elven princess reclaiming her kingdom, it all started in 2006 with Velda and Hiram. Albryan was added in 2008 as the love interest, and Dannine as the principal an­tagonist. In 2009, when a young assassin named Nico entered the narrative along with his handsome, flippant partner Fish, the story began to gain direction.

Other books by Emmylou Kotzé:

The Broken Knight

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Stories of Nico and Fish:

“What Makes a Man...” (Cloaked Press, Fall Into Fantasy 2024)

And more to come . . .

Coming in 2025

Book 2: Maiden of Despair

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Our heroes continue on their journey . . .

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“What happened to you?” Elithan looked him up and down, gripped him by the shoulders, inspected his face as carefully as any concerned grandfather. “You’ve lost weight, but you don’t seem nearly as dead as we all thought.”

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She had an accent, Fish realized with some surprise, that was nearly identical to Nico’s, flavoured with the ruggedness of the Svanlyn mountains. She was not a mage, either; Fish probed carefully, and found only the same not-presence that someone like Nico gave off in the ether.

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Dannine was disgraced. She would be lucky to leave here alive, she thought, and there was a certain freedom in that. She did not fear death, not at the hands of the father who had shaped her to become all she was.

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