The Shadow Walker

by Clea Saal

When a tree falls in the forest there is someone there to hear it... and this is its story. "The Shadow Walker" is a twisted little tale about a being whose only purpose is to bear witness, to remember the worlds that have been forgotten, and to keep track of those self-aware species that have ceased to be. It is a lonely existence, one that has no beginning and no prospect of an end, one that is suddenly interrupted when it stumbles upon a world inhabited by a species that is literally allergic to its presence. Unable to move forward, the Shadow Walker must find a way to overcome that particular obstacle... and in doing so it might just learn something that its almost endless knowledge had actually kept from it.

148 pages, Paperback

First published September 9, 2015

About the author

No more… please… stop… I confess. My name is Clea Saal and I was born on this planet, though I am not certain whether or not that would have been my first choice if anyone had bothered to ask for my opinion on the subject. I was born at an early age somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere, although I was dragged to the other side of the Equator by my parents when I was only a few years old and I have been playing equatorial ping-pong ever since.

I began writing when I was six and, to some people’s annoyance, I haven’t stopped yet. I endured twelve years of basic education –make that thirteen, I did flunk once– and then by reason of tradition, masochism or insanity, I went on to devote several more years of my life toward obtaining a degree in English Literature. The day I finally graduated most professors in my department literally cried for joy.

Ever since I can remember I have been surrounded by books. I saw them, smelled them, chewed them, tore them to pieces, scribbled on them, heard my mother reading them to me, and, as I got a little older, I read them myself… not to mention that I also had quite a few books thrown at me. So, under the circumstances, becoming a writer seemed to be a logical next step.

Okay, I’m done talking about myself… now I’ll shut up and do the writing do the talking.

PS-And yes, in case you were wondering, my author's photo is a little out of date