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timemanagementtipsThe smoke rose like wispy serpents, fiery tongues licked the ground. Buildings burned and a barbecue smell waft through the air. Somewhere amid the charcoal rubble an amber eye popped open. Then a leg in tattered slacks wiggled beneath a board. An arm shot through the rubble. After a few minutes she was free.  Tiny sparks danced on her corduroy sleeve, her midnight curls matted with blood and sweat. She was cut and bruised, but she would soon heal. She hobbled among the destruction, a twisted unicycle here, an engulfed vehicle there. She stopped and covered her nose with the collar of her shirt.  She stared at the gutted frame of the wheel of time. It no longer spun. Panic began to drum inside her chest. She stepped backwards. Since the beginning of time the wheel has spun around and around. “Hello,” she called out. She squinted her eyes, scanning the smoke filled horizon. Where were all the people?  A patch of blue fell from above.

“Oh my stars.”  Another piece of blue fell near her shoe. Time was unraveling.  “No. No.” She raked her hands across her damp curls. “This isn’t good.” She smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. A faint ticking sound reached her ears. She pulled up the sleeve of her jacket. The timepiece, it was ticking. Albeit a half second too slow. “There’s still time.” A smile broke like a rule across her face.  She started to run, her legs moving with a sense of purpose. She needed to find the time capsule.

She was on a desolate street with abandoned cars with flung open car doors. She looked around. She took a step, something squeaked beneath her foot. A faded rubber duck. She wondered about the child it belonged to. She picked it up. There in the distance was the time capsule protruding from the side of a building. She couldn’t recall how she got so far away. As she made her way toward the time capsule, a figure swaddled in black stood between her and the time capsule. The hood pulled back, revealing the cherub face of a boy who had not reached puberty. “Well that’s a clever costume.” Tesla clenched her fist.

“For the time being,” the boy replied. “I don’t want to fight you. We are the same, you and I. Two sides of a coin.” The boy grinned but the smile didn’t reach his steel gray eyes.

Tesla spat on the ground. “I’m nothing like you. You want to destroy all the world. There are people here.”

“The world was once destroyed by a flood. And yet there are still people here. I think it’s time to start anew again.” The boy pulled out a gold gleaming pocket watch. It swung like a pendulum.

“Where did you get that?” The boy laughed, emitting a metallic sound. With a swish of his cloak he headed toward the time capsule. Tesla sprang forward grabbing for the trailing cloak. The boy spun around and elbowed Tesla in the face. She recovered but not quick enough. The boy was already in the time capsule, a triumphant grin on his face. He disappeared in a blink.

Tesla’s hand balled into a fist, she opened it. And there was the pocket watch. Now the ends of her cut mouth curved upward. There was still time to save everything and everyone.



This is a chapter excerpt from a work-in-progress called Heir to the Kingdom

Chapter 1

Keep Her Safe

The moon was high in the sky. A glowing Cyclops in the midnight. Hoof beats and baby cries echoed in the night. Queen Nara with her baby daughter in a sling strapped to her back, galloped through the forest on a unicorn. Five hooded figures on horses black as tar pursued them. Plumes of smoke came from the horses’ nostrils. Queen Nara ducked, the baby sling twisted sideways. Low hanging branches knocked one of the hooded figures off his horse.

A flicker of a smile played on Queen Nara’s lips. The baby’s cries grew louder. She had to keep her safe. She gently kicked Neptune’s side. He quickly made a sharp right turn.

“Aaugh.” Another rider was lost. But there was still three more gaining ground. She looked back. The baby clenched her fist and continued to cry. Queen Nara’s brow creased. There was only one thing that could stop them long enough. She leaned forward and whispered in Neptune’s ear. He slowed to a canter. The midnight riders reigned in their horses. Queen Nara raised her hands with the palms facing the sky. Softly she spoke. “Lumiere.” Sunlight burst through the night. Two of the three midnight riders were thrown from their horses. The one that remained shielded her eyes from the blinding light.

Queen Nara dismounted Neptune. She glanced over her shoulder; she knew the shield wouldn’t last forever. She had to hurry. She removed her baby daughter from her back. She held her close to her bosom. “You aren’t safe here. You are the last.” Tears glistened on the queen’s cheeks. The baby stopped crying. She opened her eyes. One was purple the other brown. She grabbed her mother’s nose. The queen gently kissed her forehead. A shimmer remained on the baby’s forehead. She held her daughter in the crook of her arm and she took her free arm and plunged it into the lake, which look like liquid sapphires. Slowly she pulled her arm of the water. A mirror with silver sculptured leaves and flowers stood in the center of the lake. The surface of the mirror rippled like a stone skipped across it. “One day you’ll return. But until then you must remain hidden from them.” She held her daughter close to her bosom. The baby’s face turned red as a strawberry. The baby’s sharp cry cut through the night. “I love you my sweet little Sepia,” she said softly. She tucked the note inside the baby’s sling. “But if you aren’t kept safe, all will be lost.” She gave her daughter one final kiss on the forehead before placing her daughter on the mirror’s rippling surface. Tears pricked Queen Nara’s eyes as she watched the mirror shimmer as it shimmer as it took her daughter somewhere safe. The mirror was just a mirror again. Queen Nara took the palm of her right hand and pushed the mirror down into the sapphire lake.

The light shield broke. Queen Nara spun around. It was just her and the two midnight riders. “Where is the baby?” the female rider asked.

“Somewhere away from you Oleander.” Queen Nara unsheathed her rapier.

“Oh, sister dear, I’m only concern about my niece.” Oleander made a small gesture with her hands to her partner.


Well I recenly self-published my novel through createspace. I have been trying unsucessfully for almost seven years to get an agent and a book contract but I constantly swim in the sea of no with the island of yes just a speck in my eyeline. But so far I haven’t sold any copies. My book is called The Strange World of Neve Rimbel it can be found on Here’s what it’s about.

The Tooth Fairy is out there. Twelve-year-old Neve has the fuzzy snapshot to prove it. When her family moves to the sleepy town of Zellwood, strange things begin to happen. And it all begins with a warning etched outside her window. Beware. Be warn. Be afraid. 
Neve soon discovers the town of Zellwood is cursed and the only way to lift the curse involves capturing the Tooth Fairy.

So if it sounds like something you would like to read go check it out. You’ll be helping a young woman with a dream out.

P.S. I just added an excerpt from the book, that a read.

Thanks very much

Rosandra M. Davis

A sliver of sunlight poked through the clouds as a blue SUV carrying a family of five traveled down the road toward the Welcome to Zellwood sign. Neve Rimbel got her first peek at the sleepy town called Zellwood. Out of her window, she saw a forest area; she looked back believing she saw a woman standing among the trees. She quickly dismissed the thought. Zellwood, the place where her father would be the head chef at a new restaurant. Now Neve and her older sister would have to be the new kids in school. Zellwood, the place where Neve would have to start all over with her quest for the Tooth Fairy, if that was possible. She sighed and looked at the tree-lined neighborhoods. A man and woman dressed in identical gray suits were getting into a dark colored vehicle. Business associates Neve thought to herself.

     “This place looks utterly boring,” Azalea said with a heavy sigh.

     “I find it quite charming,” Carolina Rimbel said. “How about you honey?” she asked, her husband Dennis, whose head was continually nodding to the side. “I’m sure you girls will enjoy your new school. You’ll grow to like this place,” Mrs. Rimbel, said glancing back at her two older children.

     “Moving just puts me off the trail,” Neve said from beneath her camouflage hoodie. She stared down at a photo she took five years ago when she was six. The photo was mostly dark shadows but she could make out the silhouette of a tiny winged being, the Tooth Fairy.

     “The Tooth Fairy doesn’t exist,” her older sister, Azalea said, snatching the photo out of her hand.

     “Give that back,” Neve said, throwing off her hood, exposing the zigzag ponytails that adorned her head in colorful rubber bands.

     Azalea shook her head from side to side. “You are far too old for such flights of fantasy.” She held the picture high and out of Neve’s reach. Their baby brother, Tobin’s pacifier fell out of his mouth. He began to wail and kick his pudgy legs.

     “Dennis can you wake up and tell your children to behave.”

     Dennis, who was nodding off again jerked his head upward.     “You girls behave yourself,” he said, turning around with sleep still lingering in his eyes. “Azalea give your sister back her picture,” he said, picking up Tobin’s pacifier and placing it into his open socket.

      Neve had documented evidence of her existence, even though it was dark and out of focus. Perhaps it was just shadows on her wall.




So I’ve decided to create writing and publishing goals. This isn’t a New Years resolution it’s just something I decided to do in back in October. First my writing goal is to finish the Elemental Queen then merge it with In the Kingdom of Light and Dark to create Quercus (which is Latin for oak tree and that is the sisters pathway into this other world is an oak tree). This way I’ll get the book length I need. I realize I’m not very good at trying to make a series. I’m more of a stand alone novelist. Most mg/ya novels seem to be series, which brings me to my next goal.

I decided to self-publish the Strange World of Neve Rimbel. Even though it’s been rejected by every agent there is, I feel it’s a really good story albeit on the short side (barely a hundred pages). Sometimes I feel you have to take destiny into your own hands. I been swimming in this sea of no for too long. The shore of yes is nowhere in sight. So I’m creating my own raft and swimming to the archipelago of do it yourself. My second manuscript also was getting the same treatment of no and never hearing anything (which is also a no). I just want to do what I love for a living and stop zombie walking through retail.