Hi, all of you writers/readers!

A little bit about me...

I've been writing ever since I learned the alphabet. My first ones were absolute crap...had I ever heard of grammar? I was overjoyed at first if they reached a page long. Now, I kick myself if they end before 150 pages. Wow...things change, don't they? :)

My profile picture is Thunder, from Dusk. My website (at bottom of page) has all the pictures of the wolves and such. It even has some biography type things on the main characters...including the evil one (He's my favorite character...besides Thunder). :) Yay!

I hope you like my stories!

~VonThunder

Dusk

Thunder, Hail, Cloud, and Song are four sisters...four wolves. They belong to the Mountain Pack and have a loving family where they will be trained to the best of their abilities. Then Song starts seeing a dead wolf called Midnight who gives her a mysterious prophecy...and their world is turned upside down. When the sisters are all separated (by the means of Banishment, Loss, Betrayal, and Death), they have to rely on their faith to get themselves out of this tangled mess of their lives...alive. Only they can save the world of the wolves from the evil paws of the Shadow--the demon Spirit wolf who has come back for revenge and blood. Can they do it, or let the world fall into the hands of the East...land of the humans? And while they're at it, survive the Elements, too?

Click here for the official Dusk website which has tons of insider info and news updates! Feel free to leave comments. :)

Click here if you just want to be silly and come back to this page :)

Things I live for:

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and geting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy.So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality they are amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.

Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with. ~unknown