New book entitled `The Council of Elders` by Neil A Harris is published
Released on = August 12, 2006, 11:06 am
Press Release Author = Neil A. Harris
Industry = Entertainment
Press Release Summary = In a distant "When", a crisis has arisen. The vote to choose the next King Elect of the elven Council of Elders is tied. Without a King, the elven council is unable to govern the lands, unable to enforce laws, and worst of all, unable to stop the impending war.
There is nothing they can do, as all the elves have voted - all except one that is. or rather, half of one. He just doesn't know it yet."
Press Release Body = In our world, scientists have come to see the planets as buttons on a mattress, each forming a dip in the universe's surface. Some, generally the less reputable scientists, claim that our universe in turn forms a dip on a much larger mattress and so on ad infinitum.
To many, this is all just academic, but to Stephen Copper Beech it is about to become a reality.
In a distant "When", a crisis has arisen. The vote to choose the next King Elect of the elven Council of Elders is tied. Without a King, the elven council is unable to govern the lands, unable to enforce laws, and worst of all, unable to stop the impending war.
There is nothing they can do, as all the elves have voted - all except one that is. or rather, half of one. He just doesn't know it yet."
Excerpt from the book: "The elf was dressed in a charcoal grey jacket fastened tight across his narrow chest by a neat row of simple black buttons, its two long tails falling almost to the floor behind him. The wide collar of his white shirt sprung out from his scrawny neck, framing his prominent Adam's apple, which bobbed up and down without an apparent pattern, making his large floppy bowtie bobble with a life of its own. He reminded Stephen of an ostrich he had seen at the zoo, knees under the tight white trousers wider than his long, bony legs. Ending with a pair of immaculate batten leather shoes, the brass buckles catching the light falling from the half-open doorway. 'Eh.. Sorry?' Stephen said, elbowing himself up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He glanced sideways at his bedside clock, where a small row of blue numbers happily announced that it was 3.02 a.m. The elf's mouth shrunk down on itself, lips pursing until Stephen had the alarming thought that they might completely disappear leaving the elf mouthless. He gave Stephen a long, piercing stare over his frames before glancing down at the clipboard that held a seemingly endless row of tiny letters with a small box next to each. Stephen could just make out that most of the lines, if not all, seemed to have a neat black tick in their box. He leant forward to see the parchment more closely. All except one.
About the Author: Neil Harris was born in West Sussex on the south coast of England and in a round about way involving world travel and numerous dubious decisions, now lives in Cheshire. Having a retired pilot for a father, a retired dancer for a mother and a rocket scientist for a brother, Neil firmly believes he is the only 'normal' one in his family. Somewhere in the middle, he qualified as an Architect and went on to work for an eclectic range of firms from international brand names to specialist conservators before returning to the UK and selling his artistic soul to a construction firm for more money and a car. Since then, writing has become the main outlet for his imagination.
FOR MORE INFO ABOUT THE BOOK, CONTACT:
Neil A. Harris (author) Website: www.thecouncilofelders.co.uk E-mail: neil@naharris.com
A copy of THE COUNCIL OF ELDERS can be ordered from Authorhouse at:
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