Chrysalis (Shadow of the Thunderbird) by Michelle Cornwell-Jordan, coming 2013

Hello everyone! I thought today to celebrate my tour with Night School Vampire Hunter; that I would also share my upcoming project that is to be released in 2013. It is the first in my Legend series. Chrysalis,(Shadow of the Thunderbird)….now, the books in my Legend series, will be stand alones…not a continuing trilogy or  saga…what they will have in common is that they all will be based on a legend from folklore, fiction,mythology etc…

Chrysalis is based on the Native American legends of the great Thunderbird.

Thunderbird in mythology: It is said the image of the Thunderbird was that in some reports of an extremely large Raven, but there are different reports. Here is a description that I like, but not with the teeth and horns, idk…maybe:) Would like it is the kids could consider him hot:) LOL

Wikipedia: Across many North America indigenous cultures, the Thunderbird carries many of the same characteristics. It is described as a large bird, capable of creating storms and thundering while it flies. Clouds are pulled together by its wingbeats, the sound of thunder made by its wings clapping, sheet lightning the light flashing from its eyes when it blinks, and individual lightning bolts made by the glowing snakes that it carries around with it. In masks, it is depicted as many-colored, with two curling horns, and, often, teeth within its beak. The Native Americans believed that the giant Thunderbird could shoot lightning from its eyes.

Origins of the belief may lie in the tendency of large birds to take advantage of the warm updrafts which precede large storms, giving the impression that violent weather followed in their wake

So, there you have it…and in 2013 Ayida’s Blackhawk’s story will will be told. I hope you will enjoy it! Here is a sneak preview….

Cover Reveal and excerpt…



This fabulous cover was created by Devan Edwards of Nimbi Designs!


Copyright © 2012-2013 by Michelle Cornwell-Jordan


Eagle Landing lies nestled in the midst shrouded valley of Eagle Ridge Mountains. There, 17year old Ayida Blackhawk finds her new home. Ayida, who was sent to live with her stoic Paternal Grandfather after her beloved Grandmother Mabel Simon dies; is forced to find her own rhythm and flow in the small township. She enters Eagle Ridge High School, and there she settles in and with new friends, begins to enjoy her new life. But the forest is where she feels most comfortable, and this is where Ayida meets and  falls in love with a strange and beautiful boy, who has many secrets and isn’t what he appears to be; and later, Ayida learns that true evil exist and walks Eagle Ridge High School every day.

Soon, Ayida must battle to save her family, town and the greatest love she will ever know and through this, Ayida’s perception of reality changes forever…



I dreamed of flying again, sailing high above the clouds. The wind was gently stroking my feathers, as I dipped and sailed high above the world and the world’s problems. I was free. I was no longer Ayida Blackhawk, Mabel Simon’s half breed granddaughter, or the weird girl in the back row of Ms Wilson’s fifth period English class at school; the one which was always searching the sky, for what, she did not know. No, I was part of those that raced the wind, they who were among us; superior to we earth dwellers. I was the Hawk, fierce, strong and beautiful. But then the change would happen. My dream was always the same, my flying high and then it will switch and I would be the earth dweller searching the sky once again for them, mostly for him.

I never recognized the boy in my dream, I only saw him from behind. He was tall, lean with sinewy muscles that lined his arms and back. He wore only jeans, he stood barefoot with no shirt and his skin was lighter than mine, a golden toasted color, he had hair the color of a Raven’s feather, which hung to his shoulders. In the dream, the boy always had his back to me, I never saw his face. Although, facing away from me, as he always did, I had a clear, unobstructed view of his back and ….wings.

Without fail, I would feel the initial shock of seeing his wings; they terrified me and thrilled me; those lovely appendages were not white and downy as Angel wings, but were the color of night and storms and fire; with silver and gold strands through the deceptively delicate looking fissures of his powerful wings.

The expanse of his wings were immense, greater than any bird that I have ever seen, seeming to stretch forever when fully opened. There were others like him, all had their backs to me, but they were all partially clad, boys in jeans and no shoes, girls in tank tops or cami’s with jeans or shorts, no shoes. All seemingly so normal like any other kid at my school, except for the alluring, iridescent beauty of the appendages from their backs. But his, the boy who haunted my dreams stood taller, in the center of them all more lovely than them all. Then with no warning, the boy and the others would transform into birds I had never seen before, they would flap their immense wings and would fly away. At that point, when seeing them leave, when seeing him leave, it felt as if my heart suddenly becomes disconnected from my body, and flies away with him. In my dream, I stand staring up at the sky, searching for some sign of return that never happens.


4 thoughts on “Chrysalis (Shadow of the Thunderbird) by Michelle Cornwell-Jordan, coming 2013

  1. Thanks:) Yes, I am very excited about this upcoming project, give me a chance to do my next favorite thing besides writing…researching cool facts:)

    All thanks for cover goes to Devan Edwards of Nimbi Designs!

    Thanks for stopping by:)

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