Dawnell Towning, a dedicated mother of three residing in the vibrant community of Orange County, seamlessly blends her roles as an educator and a passionate writer. With years of experience shaping young minds as a teacher, Dawnell has honed her ability to communicate effectively and engage readers of all ages. Her love of writing extends beyond the classroom, as she finds solace and joy in crafting stories that captivate the imagination and inspire introspection. Whether penning tales of adventure or exploring the nuances of everyday life, Dawnell's writing reflects her deep empathy and keen observation of the world around her. 

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A light-headedness swirled around me. With no chairs within reach, I sipped the ice cold water to calm the foggy feeling threatening to engulf my brain. 

 Cassian…the throne…

Was it a warning? But where was it coming from? My vision was foggy, and I still couldn’t hear properly. The music in the room was muddled. 

No love… challenge… the throne.

Did Cassian only want to marry Melanie for the throne? She was to inherit the title when our father is no longer able to rule. Was that Cassian’s motive? I knew there was something about him that made me cautious. 

“No!” I heard myself scream. The goblet crashed to the floor as my hands cupped my ears. My eyes closed to the world around me, and I dropped to my knees.

The music ceased abruptly. There were no sounds save for that of boot heels on the cold marble floor. I cradled my head trying to will myself to life. A pair of firm hands grasped my arms and pulling me upright. “Your Highness, allow me to escort you to get some fresh air.” 

“I’m sorry,” I began eyes still closed. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Whatever it was, you were pretty adamant to have it stop.” I blinked trying to focus my eyes on my rescuer to thank him, when they fixated on a pair of bright blue eyes.

“Oh no,” I groaned. Somehow the Duke of Myron always had a way of turning up in the most inopportune places.  

Newest Short Short Excerpt:

Rain dripped down her cheeks as she stared at the damp earth.  "I don't know what to do.  Tell me what to do."

"Excuse me miss," a concerned voice came up behind her.  "Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" She shot back.  She felt the newcomer inch closer.  Heat from his body surrounded her.

"You'll get sick if you stay out here much longer.  You're drenched."

"Oh really?  I hadn't noticed.

He shrugged off his windbreaker and draped it over her shoulders.  The scent of sandalwood immediately overwhelmed her senses.  

"I don't --" she began to protest.  She looked up into a pair of green eyes.

"I can't imagine what you're going through.  He nodded towards the graves before them.  "But a little kindness can go far."

"They died a while ago," she confessed.  "I come here when I need advice."

"Anything I can do?"

"No," she stated firmly.  "No one can take this pain away.  She closed her eyes wishing the earth would swallow her whole.

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Experience Dawnell's tale "All Consuming Flame"  in Quill & Flame's anthology Tails, Scales, and Tiaras.  

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Feel the chill of winter and  love of Meraed and Lord Aldous in  Dawnell's story "Duel of Love" featured in Quill & Flames's anthology Seasons of Romantasy: Winter.

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