New Years' Woes, and Novellas

Hello people!
A New Year comes closer yet as I write this, so get ready with those bottles of sparkling! I hope its sparkling at least :)
For one thing I'd like to thank Blogger for this sweet upgrade, keep up the good work. I'll keep upgrading this site with info, poems, and sweet links through out its life. By the way, sorry that Last Wish, the poem to the lower left, got chopped up, I tried to fix it, but it can't support text that long.
Also I'm in the final draft of my novella, Seventh Hope, the first book in a whole collection called collectively, Heaven's Creed.
Its being illustrated, by a very talented, and artful, person, you guessed it! Brittany! Thus adding to the realism that will have you on the edge of the metaphorical 'chair'. Give her a hand folks!
I was going for the name Fourth Dawn, but really that was just a place holder, till I thought of something sweet.
So their you go.
I hope (hehe, no pun) to have Seventh Hope done by New Years, but I'm not sure... so check back here and your inbox.
If I have your email I will send it free o' charge, of course, but I'm not going to release it to the public at its launch date, for publishing reasons. If you leave your email address here or email me, then I might be able to get you a copy, not sure yet as I've said...
Well, I like to give a little back history and whatnot to the story so heres a summary and such.

For years eternal a man has risen to fight shadow, to wage the ever war against Darkness. Form a single bloodline he comes, some say all of his blood, male or female, can wield the Key of Heaven in the shape of a sword, named Amilian, the key to his strength.
Others say some of his line are destined before birth to rule, and save the heavens...
Despite which is true he is real, and after a thousand years one of his heirs will rise again...

The story starts in Alvan, a small village, its inhabitants ravaged sixteen years ago by a horrible plague, or so the elders say... Half deserted with only sixty citizens, it lies on the brink of death. Otherwise it is an uneventful life the village folk live, a mighty waterfall and forests with trees as high as mountains, a roaring river, and a field were battle was fought long ago, all form backdrops to their world.
Celebration sweeps the town, two of its people, Sowith and Heleon are being married, the village throws a huge festival from the autumns crop.
A young man named Arlin Kellt, though is cast in turmoil, Heleon was the woman he had loved, or thought he had loved, yet this is only the beginning... He grew up with out a father, and only a mother to tend to him, this has made him rash, strong willed, as he must be to survive, yet he still as the poets do wonders at the faith man puts in the world he lives in, and the point to life its self...
His life has been marked, and what he thinks is the end, is only the beginning, and the beginning the only end...

In a world inhabited by a Dragon, Evil Kingdoms, False Saviors, Fleeting Sidhe, Wise Nelia'aylia, Goblins and Ogres, Griffins, Elementals, Soulless Undead, A Dark Lord, The Wee Folk, Industry Founding Dimidium, And Three Worlds That are Destined to Be Sundered...
And many more magical and strange things one man must rise above them all, to obtain what all seek, and save all mortals and immortals as well...

So it should be pretty sweet eh? Well I look forward to your comments on my book when it is released, see ya and happy Christmas!!!

Remember to pray for the Shoops and Mr. Bart when he is touring in the middle-east, Swamp Celt signing off...