Lornamair

by Dax Christopher

Overview

Ben woke up on his first night at a prospective development location to find his wife missing, with no word given or sign left behind. After giving up the search, he went home to try and piece his life back together until finally getting a clue about where she might have gone...and who had taken her. In the days that follow, Ben will have to decide how much love is worth, and learn just how badly the loss of it can twist someone who has known nothing else. His resolve will be tested, and his very life’s purpose will be redefined as he tries to discover where his love has gone...

Approximate word count 52,000

Product Details

BN ID:	2940016574394
Publisher:	Dax Christopher
Publication date:	04/02/2013
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	498 KB

About the Author

My first hope for the things that I write and the stories I tell is that they are, before anything else, different in subject matter and content than what people are used to. I find myself almost incapable of writing about, or describing, a setting or situation twice, and the premium I put on my originality is a source of pride for me. How successful I actually am at breaking away from conventionality is up to the reader to decide, of course. My second hope for my work, no less important than the first, is that it invokes emotion of the sort that, ultimately, helps my readers have a better day. My approach to this end likely seems an odd one, as much of what my mind turns out is of a decidedly darker nature, at a glance. I like to think that this is because there is no rainbow without the rain, and so I'm right at home standing in it. My intent is to help other people stand in it as well, unafraid of the discomfort it can cause and with the knowledge that the rainbow will only seem brighter when it passes.

Writing was the first thing I ever felt that I was good at, and the first thing that I remember ever WANTING to be good at. Ever since I was a pre-schooler, writing "books" on construction paper about my family's household pets (complete with laughably innocent dialogue), I've been striving to find the formula that lets me expressively tell a story that gets people to feel something. With each story I write, I get better at it, which is to be expected, I suppose.

I'm also a believer that, as an art, writing is largely too subjective a medium to classify as "good" or "bad." There are exceptions, of course, but for the most part I think it simply is what it is, each story with its own relevance to its own frame of reference, and that's just one of the things that makes this art beautiful.