Author (Raani)

Raani York
Author and Executive Assistant

Eamonn: What is your chosen profession?

Raani: I'm an Author (even though I do work as a High Level Executive Assistant to guarantee my bills will be paid).

Eamonn: What were the circumstances which led to you becoming involved in this field?

Raani: I started realizing I loved to write when I was quite young. Whenever we had to write an essay in school, I was excited while the other kids groaned. They had trouble filling one page while mine kept exceeding 6-10 pages. It was my start and it got "worse" from year to year. One day I wasn't satisfied anymore with short stories, articles and similar... I wanted to write a novel—and that's what I did. I just published "Dragonbride" the first book of "The Dragon Chronicles" Trilogy, which can be found on Smashwords as an Ebook. The Paperback version on Amazon will be released very soon.

Eamonn: What is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to you (either as a practitioner in your profession or as a human being)?

Raani: There have been so many amazing things which have happened in my life. And there still are many to come. I don't categorize my experiences and joyful moments. I just enjoy them and file them within my memory.

Eamonn: Where do you see the future of (your chosen field) ending up?

Raani: Of course I do hope one day to be able to live off writing. I know there's much work to do. But I usually get what I want.

Eamonn: Is there anything further you would like to say (or another question I should have asked you)?

Raani: Yes, you should have asked: What is the greatest joy of writing for you?
To me personally it is to create "worlds". A new land, a new country, creatures, characters, sometimes a pure "corner of fantasy" and develop a story around all this. I love diving into a story and feel with my characters, see them being formed and experience their adventures

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Teaser of "Dragonbride", Book #1 of the "Dragon Chronicles"

The mountains possessed a dark but seductive beauty, and they lay in wait for the ones who came through the Fire Hell. The powdered white peaks of the sparkling black mountain-world watched for them with longing.

The Diamond Mountains gave the illusion of being much closer than they really were, and many a pilgrim had been lured to his death by the promise of riches hidden on their slopes. These mountains were so named because of the rough gems strewn about the black volcanic soil. When the sun shone overhead the gems made the mountains sparkle and shimmer brightly, and at night they made the moonlit mountains glow with a soft silver light. People, blinded by both their greed and the tantalizing glittering of the sunlit earth, imagined that there was immeasurable wealth lying there on the ground, just waiting to be picked. However, the mountains never betrayed the secrets they held. None who had ever walked those slopes could find the diamonds hidden within the black soil, for the mountains protected themselves.

Although healthy forest still grew in the foothills, the undergrowth became sparser just a few hundred feet up, and then the treeline ended. Where stunted trees would normally grow the forest just stopped, as if some unseen hand had cut it short. All that remained were dangerously sharp, dry rocks. Just below the snowline, the rocks disappeared, and the glittering black soil took their place.

Moreover, at the summit it seemed as if the Creator of All Things had dusted the peaks of the fissured mountain range with powdered sugar, for they were covered with a deceptively soft-looking, yet extremely sharp-edged eternal snow.

The mountains never betrayed their secrets…

And if a wanderer were to climb those peaks, going up to the Fire Hell and searching to quench his thirst at a splashing mountain spring, he would find no cool, refreshing water. Instead, these living mountains would seek to frighten him by shrouding the ground with a mysterious fog that made it impossible to see where he was putting his feet. Pilgrims sometimes drowned in the sulfurous pools of water hidden within the hellish rocks when the fog appeared, and if they left the main trails, they would know true fear, for they would be led down treacherous sidepaths that seemed to take them somewhere, yet actually led them nowhere but to their doom.

The mountains never betrayed their secrets…

Though many thought they would find the cool relief of the shadows by early evening, the ascent would continue for another three torturous days. During those three days, their throats would scream for water, and their eyes would tear up in the swirling sand. Blown up by the hot desert winds, the sand burned as it fell upon a traveler’s face and skin. Eventually their limbs would become heavy, and they would barely be able to move; thus, the wanderers would be forced to crawl on, farther and farther, until sheer luck eventually brought them to civilization… to people.

In a canyon between two hills below the mountain range there was a village. It had no official name, but the people living there called it Alpcateçu, which meant Oasis of the Mountains. Anyone who wanted to climb the mountains had to pass through the village. A few taverns and inns surrounded the village fountain, where a market was sometimes held.

Some houses and huts had been built in the wide hills and even at the edge of the forest… and in one such place, hidden within the woods, almost four hundred feet past the deepest thicket and connected to the village only by a sidepath lay the place in which I had been born.

Raani York has been a high volume writer for years. She has published articles, letters, short stories, poems, continuation stories and descriptions of all kind. She also writes novels, some of which can be found on her website. Raani has been educated in Switzerland and in the U.S. She holds a Bachelor's Degree in Business Administration. She also obtained diplomas in Graphic Design, Color Studies and won a prize as a Logo Designer. She speaks four languages and several dialects. Raani works and lives in Switzerland and the U.S. and travels often. Next to her writing and her cats, Raani likes reading, blogging, Martial Arts, skiing, horseback riding, sky diving and enjoys playing the classical piano.

Thank you Eamonn
Best Regards
Raani

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