teacher by day and a writer/artist by night.A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of
Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the American Night Writers Association.Karlie is interested in all things magical and
mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling.When not writing, Karlie can often be found drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time with her family.She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband and a cat named Kally
Courtney glanced out the window overlooking the dining area as she did. Overhead, something momentarily blotted out the sun. It looked like some kind of bird, though none she could identify. She moved closer to the window, trying to decide if she’d seen something or not. “Hey, Tyler, have you heard of there being any kind of large bird in the area?”
Tyler looked up from cleaning the counter with a dishtowel. “Large birds?” He abandoned his cloth and walked over to the window. The hair on the back of his neck began to prickle as he saw another shadow cross over the sun. It didn’t look like the typical fowl.
The silhouette looked like some kind of flying creature. It resembled one he’d seen several years ago. He could clearly see two creatures, even though they were both relatively far away. “That’s not a bird,” he warned. He reached for the nearest weapon, which happened to be a wooden walking stick from against the wall.
Seeing Tyler’s unusual reaction, Anwen felt her chest tighten. “How did they find us?”