Timber Varden

by Jennifer Don

Coming Soon - Early 2013

Christian Ash-Croft, a 35 year old writer, struggling to reach a deadline for a novel that he's yet to write. With time running out, stress levels soar to new heights. His life to him rapidly falls apart before his eyes. His relationship with long term partner Amelia Lockhart has been growing increasingly rough. Many arguments have passed between them, but as deadline looms, temperatures rise and it looks like his relationship could be all over.

With no work to show for the months that have passed. A decision is made and a call to the publisher is needed. Exchanges are made, the date is moved, and further choices are made. With his relationship looking increasingly over, Christian takes himself to his secluded Log Cabin which resides in Timber Varden. Only one road leads in and out, with no other soul around for miles, it's the perfect place for him to seek solace.

What comes next he doesn't expect nor anticipate. He knows of the Varden Pack but knows nothing of the legend that befalls Timber Varden. The legend of Timber Varden has it that the spirit of White Wolf can often be seen running with the Varden pack and yet not be one of them. Should anyone venture too far into danger or off course, the Wolf will find them, and lead them to safety. But there is more to this wolf than meets the eye.

What lies in wait for Christian in Timber Varden?
Will he finally get that novel written and make the new deadline?
Will he patch things up with Amelia?
Only Timber Varden holds the answers.

Unknown Binding

About the author

From the den of Wolves one writer did arise. No longer was she the shy timid pup, as a fighter exchanged places. That fighter became the writer you see today. The very same writer fuelled with passion and adoration for the written word, and one that will never lose an inner connection to the Spirit of the Wolf. For the Wolf guided the writer through the darkest roads into the light where creative aspirations were born. From that moment onwards, nothing could withhold the desire to write.

The dawning of time could not withhold the creative urge that surges through a writers veins. Although not a writer from birth, a writer I have become. It started with poetry. A branching arm of expression that toured the rotation of Earth for three years without fail. For three years words would ebb like the tides under the control of the lunar energy and in those years it seemed the light would never shine. But eventually those dark masses overhead evaporated, revealing a road yet untravelled - the road of the novelist.

A road that is still being travelled upon to this very day and one that has suffered many downs. However - life is full of ups and downs and writing is of no exception. Not even me for me.