Publisher's Synopsis
Dear Staurs,
How are you? Are you ready for an adventure? If so, journey with Neomi Storme to Celestia University, and discover just how gifted you truly are. Neomi Storme I, is a story about finding your place as a parent, and learning how to use the gifts one has to love your family best. This is what Neomi has to discover, for one fateful day, she receives a letter of admittance, to a School for gifted and magical creatures. How can a mother support her family and attend university at the same time? That's where a beautiful mentor steps in. Hopefully through some good counseling and explorations of peaceful places, she will learn of the great power that lies within. For I can feel it and see it clearer than the ocean breeze, I wonder if she will see it just the same. I wish you the very best, with all my heart! Thanks for reading and caring, loving me so well, and being so wonderful, you splendid baskets of delight. Lozza Love, Annema Cozmoz Sneak Peek: I was at the beach with mother. It was a perfectly normal day for a wuzzy. The sun was shining, as I played in the water, running over to the shore to build up some higher walls on my space sandcastle. The mysteries of the ocean, always trying to flood through to my sandy abode. It was my favorite thing to do at the beach, and it was quite a pretty little castle. But this was gone in a moment, as I heard a noise from afar, penetrate to the depths. "Uahhhh!" I lifted my head, to see that an old man was shouting. He was pointing out into the ocean, as many stared on curiously. "Jotai! Jotai! Jotai!" he repeated, which in my language, means, run. Soon after, alarms started going off, as I turned to mother, who was getting up from her beach chair, with a startled expression on her face. "Neomi! Come!" she yelled, as she grabbed my hand and started dragging me away from the shores. I didn't understand what was happening. People were shouting in all directions, running and flooding from the beach in waves. Everything was starting to feel blurry, as our feet left the sand and hit the sidewalk, with the concrete jungle in our foresights.
