L.L.H. Harms



Havenwood
Available April 2

A little boy doesn't understand why his older sister must leave for college. He'll miss her! To help him understand, his sister gives him a box that holds the treasures she enjoyed when she was his age-including a blue scale from a friendly dragon who appeared when she felt the world was outside of her control. While the boy is not quite awake but not quite asleep, this scale is a beacon that draws the kindly dragon to the boy. THe dragon treats the boy to a world that is safe and understanding. In Havenwood, fern people, acorn children, and a comfortable old beech tree at the center of Havenwood Forest offer sanctuary form a chaotic walking world. Dragons rest in a cave when children outgrow them-until another generation of children seeks the help of a friendly dragon...
"L.L.H Harms has created a magical land perfect for a lonely child." - Julie Ditton, The Storybook Lady
"Aaron Zonka's illustrations form a rich, cartwheeling journey that reminds the viewer of the unlimited wonders of childhood." - Max Ulichney, art director, illustrator, visual development artist, maxulichney.com
"This delightful journey into a world where a dragon rides into fairy tale places is the perfect bedtime story to help us drift off to a magical realm night after night." -Gina Luker, publisher & editor of Illumine magazine

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"The Aftertime will definitely be a new addition to our middle grades library. It's getting increasingly difficult to find good new literature for boys that focuses on character, decision making, and growing up while still being interesting and action-oriented. This book does all of those things (and girls will like it, too), plus it features some history lessons, including a lesser known Revolutionary War battle and a Native American tribe that isn't usually talked about in school. For kids living in at the coastal NC area or Virginia, there will be more personal connections that make the story even more relatable. Overall, excellent!"
-Yvie Field, education,
Homeschool on the Range, 5 out of 5 stars
"This timeline-spanning middle grade novel begins in the mid-1700s in Virginia with the surprising friendship between two boys: one native Monacan and the other an English settler. The Aftertime asks what is worth fighting for, and how to fight for it. Most importantly, it's a story about following your moral compass and standing up, sometimes all alone, for what is just."
Teacher and book reviewer @foggyreadteach
I'm "The Aftertime is an utterly powerful story. Harms encourages readers to explore their own prejudices as she details the complex and unequal history between the whites and the Monacan tribe, carefully touching on historical themes with authenticity and grace."
Book blogger and historian @the_bookish_historian


Welcome!
Hello! I'm L.L.H. Harms, whom everyone else knows as Laura, Mama, Mom, Mother, Lala to my grandchildren, and Auntie Lala to most others.
Until recently, I had never been on social media. So posting, trying to sell books, being on podcasts, and "putting (myself) out there" is a concept that makes my brain itch. Brain itching is one reason I write to begin with.
I began scribbling thoughts and observations when I was ten years old. (Yes, that's me, rocking that 70s bowl-cut.) I'm a Gen X-er. As a child, there was no therapy. Adults met issues with "What are you whining about?" These inspirational words were delivered on a cloud of secondhand smoke and the promise that Jesus had a plan. As I developed asthma and waited for Jesus to arrive, I began to write. Writing was a better solution than hearing, "Oh, you think that's bad let me tell you about the war..." Which war, no idea, but I knew it had to be more traumatic than my school bullies or my irrational fear of vampires.
Yeah, I know, who could ever bully a girl with hair and glasses like that. If I could go back in time I would tell my younger self not to worry. The hair and glasses get better.
Writing became my therapist. A blank sheet of paper that offered space, no judgement. As I grew older, fear of discovery caused me to change the names and places into fiction. Stories became the vehicle that offered my childhood its only form of control. Feelings and thoughts set free to form a rebellion against the expected conformity of my upbringing, if only in a notepad. A rebellion built by ink.

