Amber's Message

"In fighting for me, I fight for you and your happiness, and in the battle I win my soul. I win peace. I win joy. Only I can claim it, only I can give it away." ~Amber Grey

Youth Empowerment Seminar

Following up with the recent western U.S. book tour, J. L. Coalwell is pleased to offer her empowerment seminars completely free of charge. In light of her tremendous success, she is dedicated to giving back.
Her passion lies in educating young people of their boundless potential to succeed using their God given freedoms and power of choice.
"True and lasting happiness is available to everyone, but can require us finding it over and over again! It's worth working for, and becomes second nature as we continually practice choosing it."
~J. L. Coalwell

YouTube videos

Exciting news!!! Soon to come--YouTube clips introducing J. L. Coalwell, the Amber Grey books, and the idealisms behind who Amber is and what she represents. Check this blog for links and release dates.

Shots of Amber's home town

Donavan Demoine...

So many people are confused by this boy at the end of book one. Is he good? Bad? Has Amber made a huge mistake by sharing her secrets with him? Maybe he's actually the confidant she needs. You may think you know by the end of book two...

A note from the author

Note from this author: One of THE most satisfying portions of creation I've ever written was ending book 2 with the prophetically inspiring word-VICTORY. Fitted into the closing landscape so beautifully, it was as though a dew from heaven dropped the last phrase onto the page: "She climbed into bed and willed the clouds to disperse, allowing bright morning rays to stream through the window. She closed her eyes in peace, eager to wake and prepare for victory."

A quote from 'Amber Grey--the lost city'.....

Amber stood in silence, straining to calm her racing heart, understanding tangible evil as it swarmed through the room, threatening to swallow her in fear, dread. She recalled the dread she’d once experienced in Jonathan’s tunnels, the ghostly whispers that had raised goose bumps all over her body—she’d thought that that had been fear, that that had been dangerous, but now she knew differently. The dark here seemed to suck at her very soul, to even drain her semblance of self, forcing its way into her blood, coursing through her body. She felt sick to her stomach, not a vomiting sick, but a sickly rejection to surrounding forces, an expellation of what seemed to enter her system with every breath, a battle against internal destruction. An odd, growing shadow seemed to leach away the meager lighting, and she closed her eyes at the moment her body felt ready to crumple and wither, and then did the only thing she hoped would save her.