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Posts by Michael N. DeMers

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The final cover of Vandar in the Land of Dragons. I hope you like it. It will be coming out in about 10 days, together with a republishing of Yound Vandar.

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VANDAR II: VANDAR IN THE LAND OF DRAGONS.

Coming in 2 weeks

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Struggling is a kind description. I am unable to pay for such a valuable service.

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Second take of the cover of Vandar in the Land of Dragons. Slightly different font and corrected letter N.

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A truer sign was never posted. Thank you, Aubree.

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You go girl!

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Yes you are young lady. Just saying.

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Michael DeMers. The author of the Legend of Vandar series.

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Bravo, Madison.

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Welcome to Bluesky

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Preliminary book cover for Vandar in the Land of Dragons

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Donate to Support a Lifelong Educator's Literary Dream, organized by Michael DeMers I have been a highly creative, lifelong educator, now a fiction writer, se… Michael DeMers needs your support for Support a Lifelong Educator's Literary Dream

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9 months ago 5 2 2 1

Yes, young lady, you are definitely welcome.

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Always, Katherine. Just wanted to let you know that you are a truly beautiful young woman. Best wishes to you.

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Pages coming in from the publisher. Very exciting to see the book come together for publication.

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A 61-year-old dream becomes reality... with the support of family, friends, and a Dragon. I welcome you to the world of Sagaman Kessler. A saga of truth spoken by those willing to sacrifice for honor and love.
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#epicfantasy #mustread #booksky

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I appreciate that very much.

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Young Vandar Check out Young Vandar - Thousands of years after the global nuclear conflagration, Earth had reverted to a primitive world of sword and shield, bow and arrow. <p/>Amidst this sparsely populated world...

Looks awesome! It is also available thru Bookshop which supports small bookshops.

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10 months ago 13 1 1 0

You are awesome!

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Thank you very much. And you are breathtakingly beautiful.

10 months ago 1 0 1 0

An interesting consept. Quite intruiging.

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Defining God Into Existence It Fails Theologians and Scientists Alike.

I recently published my 3-minute read, "Defining God Into Existence: It Fails Theologians and Scientists Alike." If you like it, please clap for it. Click & hold the applause button to fast-clap to the max of 50; it makes me very happy.
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Did someone in your life teach you strength without ever saying the word?
Tell me about them.
And if this story brought someone to mind... maybe share it with them, or someone who needs to hear it.
That's how stories live on.

(7/7)

10 months ago 26 2 1 0

My father died before I finished writing Vandar's story.
He never saw the books.
But I hope, somehow, he'd understand.
That all the heroes I ever imagined...
Started with him.
With his silence.
With his hands.

(6/7)

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When I shook hands with colleagues in Japan, or drew maps on a chalkboard in New Mexico, I'd sometimes glance at my own hands.
Scarred now.
Callused.
Familiar.
I was becoming him, one quiet day at a time.

(5/7)

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Years later, I'd become a professor.
Travel the world.
Write stories.
But I never forgot that first winter morning.
And those hands.
They taught me more than any book ever could.

(4/7)

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I shoveled until I couldn't feel my fingers.
He never said "good job."
But when we finished, he poured me black coffee. No sugar.
I drank it like it was a medal.
That was the first time I saw him smile.
Not big. But real.

(3/7)

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His hands were red and cracked, the kind that knew tools and silence better than softness.
He never explained much.
Didn't have to.
In our house, love didn't come with hugs or words.
It came through doing. Through showing up.

(2/7)

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My father's hands

I was ten when I started working.
Not because it was fun.
Because it was expected.
Minnesota winters don't care how old you are.
That morning, my dad handed me a snow shovel and said nothing...
Just nodded toward the sidewalk.

(1/7)

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