Steven Michael Bohls grew up across the U.S., spending his early years in Idaho, Washington, and Georgia. He settled in Utah with his wife and four children and began his career as a burgeoning artist in all respects: writing, ceramics, drawing, painting, engineering, and more. He is a national bestselling author and renowned artist. See stevenbohls.com for more information.
Art is a woodland siren, hidden deep in a misty forest. Some artists live as hunters, intent on capturing her in her own domain, tying her with ropes and bringing her back to their village. Hunters seek her with voracious hunger.
But she hides well.
Her tantalizing scent leads pursuers in an ever-maddening chase, deeper through the woods. But she is never meant to be captured and brought from her home. She is not a prize to drag around on a chain. She’s not a trophy. She’s not a mistress with whom to share one night of passion. She is a companion. A friend. She’s as close as any friend—not because you ventured to her forest to meet her, but because you live in those very same woods. You wander the same paths. You eat from the same trees. You drink from the same streams. You can spot her green eyes through the brush as they are more familiar to you than your own. You’d recognize the sound of her laugh in a second—having heard it every day. She is dear to you. You would defend her with your life. Because you would die without her.
by Steven Michael Bohls
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