Shaela Druyon

Shaela Druyon
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Mini-Bio: Shaela works as a substitute teacher and actress in Los Angeles while pursuing her own creative endeavors (like writing and painting, among other things). Her dream is to use her talents to help people know God and believe in his love for them. She also has a passion for the young, and hopes to inspire them by stirring their imagination.

Books: Fuzzy Land (2007), The Realm (in progress)

 

The Realm, Chapter 12: Training

Written by Shaela Druyon Sunday, 18 December 2011 00:00

The Realm Dark Forest

 Alex opened his eyes to find Jase and Faringer watching him expectantly from the bedside.  The boy released his grip on the sword and Faringer returned it to its sheath at his side without shifting his gaze from Alex.  The silence lengthened, filled only by crickets chirping outside the window and an...

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The Realm, Chapter 11: Recovery

Written by Shaela Druyon Saturday, 17 December 2011 00:00

Sword from the RealmAgain Alex found himself dressed in tattered clothes, covered in blood and filth...

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The Realm, Chapter 10: Feverish Doubt

Written by Shaela Druyon Friday, 01 July 2011 00:00

Alex woke sporadically in a fevered sweat, confused dreams haunting what little rest he managed to get between moments of consciousness.  In those fleeting moments, hot, sticky discomfort clouded his awareness.  Damp cotton sheets clung to his burning skin, light blazed through his closed eyelids, every bone ached, and his thirst seemed unquenchable.  Sometimes he could feel strong but gentle hands lift his head and hold something to his lips, and Alex felt vaguely...

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The Realm, Chapter 9: The Enemy

Written by Shaela Druyon Saturday, 11 June 2011 00:00

“Close your eyes, Alex!  Look away--don’t let it in!” 

Jase’s voice was becoming a distant murmur as Alex’s senses drowned in honey and warmth.  This was not the cold grip of terror the boy had felt when the shade had seized him.  This was nice...comfortable.  Like sinking into his favorite spot on the couch, already shaped to his body’s imprint.  He hadn’t realized how tense and anxious he had...

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    Living spiritually is enhanced and enriched through the Psalms and their frequent affirmations of and appeals to God’s covenant loyalty. Many of these writings, however, may shock us with their realism. In the midst of our sometimes automatic pilot spirituality,...

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    O Christ, my life, possess me utterly.
    Take me and make a little Christ of me.
    If I am anything but thy father's son,
    'Tis something not yet from the darkness won.
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    Oh, give me life to hope above all skies.
    Give me thy spirit to haunt the Father with my cries.

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