When working on a series, or even a stand alone book, it is easy to forget about titles.  Most writers have working titles, and some are lucky enough to have the working title end up being the actual title.  I stink at titles.  I always have, even when I was a baby writer.  In this series, that is dear to my heart and yet to come out, the first book is called Ashes.  I didn’t even come up with that title, but rather a dear friend of mine wrote a poem about the series, and the title came from it.  Here’s what she wrote:

Ashes were all that was left

forgotten, Rising, left to

Smolder until they turned cold,

needing only
a little nudge
to once again Ignite
Blaze to life
and bask all around it in Light.