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The Fourth Element Trilogy by Kat Ross

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The Fourth Element Trilogy: Boxed Set
Author: Kat Ross
Publication date: September 22nd 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

 

FourthGladiator meets Romeo and Juliet in this “spellbinding fantasy” trilogy (Kirkus Reviews) set in ancient Persia!

They are the light against the darkness.
The steel against the necromancy of the Druj.
And they use demons to hunt demons….

Nazafareen lives for revenge. A girl of the isolated Four-Legs Clan, all she knows about the King’s elite Water Dogs is that they leash wicked creatures called daevas to protect the empire from the Undead. But when scouts arrive to recruit young people with the gift, she leaps at the chance to join their ranks. To hunt the monsters that killed her sister.

Scarred by grief, she’s willing to pay any price, even if it requires linking with a daeva named Darius. Human in body, he’s possessed of a terrifying power, one that Nazafareen controls. But the golden cuffs that join them have an unwanted side effect. Each experiences the other’s emotions, and human and daeva start to grow dangerously close.

As they pursue a deadly foe across the arid waste of the Great Salt Plain to the glittering capital of Persepolae, unearthing the secrets of Darius’s past along the way, Nazafareen is forced to question his slavery—and her own loyalty to the empire. But with an ancient evil stirring in the north, and a young conqueror sweeping in from the west, the fate of an entire civilization may be at stake…

So begins an epic story of adventure, romance and betrayal that leads to undiscovered magical realms and a final confrontation with a demon queen bent on destroying them all.

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KatKat Ross worked as a journalist at the United Nations for ten years before happily falling back into what she likes best: making stuff up. She’s the author of the dystopian thriller Some Fine Day, the Fourth Element fantasy trilogy (The Midnight Sea, Blood of the Prophet, Queen of Chaos), and a new gaslamp mystery series that opens with The Daemoniac and continues with The Thirteenth Gate. She loves myths, monsters and doomsday scenarios. For more information about Kat’s books, come visit her at katrossbooks.com.

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Fall of the Cities by Vance Huxley

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Title: Fall of the Cities: Planting the Orchard
Author: Vance Huxley
Genre: YA Fantasy, Apocalyptic

 
ebook amazon_400x600The world is falling apart. Terrorists spark a worldwide oil and gas crisis while imports grind to a halt. Europe and Britain are erupting into chaos as food runs out and desperate people take matters into their own hands.

As the government begins to seal off rioting parts of the city, Corporal Harry Miller takes an offered discharge to get his sister and her kids to safety. But he’s not fast enough. Trapped in the city with a rag-tag collection of ordinary citizens, Harry struggles to create a small pocket of stability – a place to ride out the coming confrontation between rioters and the Army, and save themselves from complete annihilation.

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“Good morning sir. This is your early morning call.”
“Wha? Mmm, coffee.” Harry got an eye open and confirmed coffee and that the voice really was female. “Cynthia?” He quickly checked that the blanket was over him. “What are you doing in here?”
“We have a list of your shift times. The other corporal, Menzies, left it in the kitchen. See, I’ve remembered the ranks. We’ve been learning them.” Cynthia giggled. “Maybe not morning, it’s nine o’clock at night.”
“Twenty one hundred.”
“It said two thousand one hundred or twenty one point double zero. I didn’t fancy trying to say that but it’s nine o’clock on the kitchen clock.”
Harry’s head slowly caught up, not helped by the bright chattering voice. “You should knock first. Just in case, er, we’re washing our boxers or whatever.”
“It can’t be worse than the last three days where we all managed with one of everything.” Her eyes widened. “Unless you lot are commandos? I’ve heard all about them.”
Harry laughed. “No, I’m a pay clerk.”
“Well, the pen is mightier than the sword.” That twinkle was in her eye again.
“Only if there’s a line of blokes with swords or rifles to back up the man with a pen.” Harry glanced down the room and the other beds were empty. Bugger, he’d better get her out of here sharpish. If Sarge caught him with a woman in here? “You’d better get out of here before you get me into trouble.”
Her eyes flashed again. “That’s supposed to be what I say.” Cynthia pouted. “In that case I’ll put your coffee here and leave. I’d been hoping to find out if what they say about soldiers is true.”
Harry wasn’t falling for that lead‐in. Though it was tempting with those eyes because it had been a long time since he’d been close to a pretty lass. Well, one he’d dare be alone with and didn’t have a horde of fanatical relatives. “Scat. I’ll be down in half an hour.”
“Yes, Corporal Menzies said it would take you half an hour to get yourself fit to be seen.” She sniggered. “That must be why you’ve got those covers pulled up so high.” Then Cynthia twirled and left, but not before Harry saw the smile on her face.
Harry sat up and picked up the coffee. Mmm, lovely. Though Cynthia had better be careful about wandering into this room since either of the others could have been showering or getting changed. Harry mused briefly on that smile. Then regretfully decided that since she was living in a room with three or four others, and so was he, he’d never find out just how interested Cynthia was. Though his early morning call had definitely put Harry in a good mood.
Right up until just after midnight. “Move it, move it!” Soldiers stumbled out of rooms as the fire bell went off. They assumed this was a call‐out and not a fire since an officer had decided to use it as an emergency alarm. Though Cullen turned up to check, just in case there was a fire.
“The walking wounded are staying to mind the store so you’ve got to be a real soldier for a change. See if you remember how.” Harry ignored the lieutenant and found Menzies and the others who were now in their squads, then got into ranks. Harry had kept his shield but now it was strapped to his chest instead of to his pack.
Menzies was scowling. “We’ve got a few more shields now, but no bloody batons or rubber bullets.”
“Is it another riot? Against bayonets? Are they bloody stupid?” Harry couldn’t believe it but sure enough they were soon marching to where two single decker buses were waiting. It was cramped inside but not for long since they hadn’t far to go. Then once again it was bayonets against civilians.

 

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vanceVance Huxley lives out in the countryside in Lincolnshire, England. He has spent a busy life working in many different fields – including the building and rail industries, as a workshop manager, trouble‐shooter for an engineering firm, accountancy, cafe proprietor, and graphic artist. He also spent time in other jobs, and is proud of never being dismissed, and only once made redundant.

Eventually he found his Noeline, but unfortunately she died much too young. To help with the aftermath, Vance tried writing though without any real structure. As an editor and beta readers explained the difference between words and books, he tried again.

Now he tries to type as often as possible in spite of the assistance of his cats, since his legs no longer work well enough to allow anything more strenuous. An avid reader of sci‐fi, fantasy and adventure novels, his writing tends towards those genres.

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Dragons of Galicia Series by Simone Pond

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Series:
Dragons of Galicia Series
Author: Simone Pond
Genre: Epic YA Fantasy

 

Fire and Fate

Book 1

1 FireandFate_400x600In Simone Pond’s captivating new fantasy series, a peasant girl embraces her dragon slayer destiny, calling on the legendary power of her family’s bloodline to conquer an evil kingdom and kill every last dragon in Galicia.

Unknowing descendant of a legendary dragon slayer, Evelyn is convinced that getting out of her quaint yhamlet is the answer to finding true love and happiness. But she seems destined to work on her mother’s farm, while the other girls present themselves before the gallant Prince Kieran in his quest to find a lady-in-waiting.

When the prince finally takes notice of Evelyn, he’s smitten and chooses her above all the others. Evelyn is elated about living in Verubri Castle and the possibility of marriage. But her happiness is quickly squelched when the prince invites Evelyn’s arch rival, Ciara, to join them.

Before traveling north, Evelyn discovers her dragon slayer ancestry, something she knows must be concealed from Prince Kieran who would consider it treason against his kingdom. But the only way to survive the treacherous journey is to expose herself and possibly ruin her future and even end her life.

The Dragons of Galicia series is set in a world inspired by Celtic legends. Fire and Fate leads directly into the next book in the series, Fire and Chains.

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Fire and Chains

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2 FireandChains_400x600In the second book of the vibrantly depicted Dragons of Galicia Series, Evelyn of Gorias rises to her dragon slayer calling as she fights to conquer a kingdom of deceit, betrayal, and powerful dragons.

Though Evelyn survived the journey across the mountain ranges, the challenges are just beginning. Verubri Castle holds dark secrets, Prince Kieran is a tyrant, and Ciara is resolute on destroying Evelyn and seducing the prince.

When a dragon nearly burns down an entire village, Evelyn must go after the beast. But this won’t be easy, not when the prince has her heavily guarded. Evelyn’s hope wains, until she encounters a stranger who changes the course of everything.

With the looming threat of the entire clan of Galician Dragons being reawakened, Evelyn must hurry to save the kingdom, while Ciara aims to rule it. To accomplish their goals, they must defeat Prince Kieran. In their individual struggles to conquer and prevail, Evelyn and Ciara face external and internal demons they never imagined possible.

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Fire and Blood

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3 FireandBlood_400x600In the final book of the Dragons of Galicia Series, every turn is fraught with dangerous threats in the quest to save the kingdom.

Narrowly escaping the castle to be captured by a dragon is only the beginning of Evelyn’s problems. The list of opponents grows as she battles Ciara, Prince Kieran’s army, and more dragons.

With the neighboring villages being burned and pillaged, Evelyn must pull together her own army of dragon warriors to fight the prince and his knights. As her love for Doran deepens, she’ll do anything to ensure he stays alive, even at the cost of going to battle without him.

As the war reaches an explosive peak, both Evelyn and Ciara face deadly consequences. And the only way to save the north from total destruction is for Evelyn to trust her most deceitful adversary, Ciara. If the two don’t join forces, all will be lost.

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simoneI write hard-to-put-down, action-packed novels for young and new adults. I’m obsessed with Boston Terriers, Victorian dresses, and the end of the world. I’m a warrior of light.

I grew up in Kensington, Maryland––a small town just outside Washington D.C.––and spent most of my time filling up journals. In 2013, I published my first fiction novel, The City Center, which won a gold medal in dystopian fiction. I publish a book every couple months, so be sure to sign my mailing list at simonepond.com for updates on new releases.

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Wolfmoon Series by Nikki Broadwell

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Series: Wolfmoon
Author: Nikki Broadwell
Genre: Fantasy Romance

 

Moonstone

Book 1
Nikkicover1_375x600Is magic gone from the world? Was it ever here? Read Moonstone and you might just believe in magic again! Fans of Juliet Marillier’s ‘Daughter of the Forest’ series will find themselves right at home.

Finna is pregnant and proud of herself for being strong enough to kick out the father of her child. But when her absent mother shows up and tells her that her baby needs to be blessed by the moon goddess to keep her safe, Finna’s newfound confidence disappears. The Otherworld her mother describes sounds tantalizing. And by the time Finna discovers the truth it is too late. Her only hope is to make it out alive.

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willowbook2_375x600Maeve’s dreams are waking her in the middle of the night. And consulting a psychic does little to help. But when a shipment of paintings arrives in the gallery where she works her mind really begins to unravel. What she sees in one of those paintings has to be an hallucination. How could she be seeing herself running with wolves in the background of a landscape simply hanging on the wall? Little does she know what lies ahead.

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      The psychic’s eyes turned glassy and unfocused as she picked up Maeve’s hands. Maeve heard the words, ‘lifeline,’ ‘love affair,’ ‘trip,’ but her eyelids refused to stay open. The last conscious thought she had was how hot Gertrude’s hands were–from that moment on it was as if she was in a trance or asleep. As she dozed she heard the slap of cards being placed on the table, Gertrude’s indrawn breath. Something happened, a sound or a clap that brought her back to consciousness. Gertrude’s eyes were wide and frightened but a split second later she smiled.
      “Thank you,” she said, rising from the chair to usher Maeve out.
      “But wait—what happened?”
      “There is darkness in your future.”
      “Darkness? What does that mean?”
      “I told you everything during our session. You will remember.”
      “But I don’t remember anything!”

 

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Book 3
RavenKindle_386x600A cold and callous tyrant has taken over Otherworld leaving death and destruction in his wake. The only hope is a prophecy written centuries before. But the woman named hasn’t a clue. How can a green girl from the States come to grips with a destiny she didn’t even know existed?

Maeve is oblivious of all of it as she travels to Scotland. All she can think about is her boyfriend, Harold who she left behind. But what lies ahead includes him too, and will take both Maeve and Harold into a dangerous world they could never have imagined.

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      When the soft breeze touched her cheek, Maeve breathed deeply, savoring the sweet scent riding the air.
      The druid touched her arm, pulling her attention away from the pastoral scene. “You have been summoned here to restore the balance.”
      “Me? What do you mean?”
      “You are part of an ancient prophecy, Maeve—I witnessed the ceremony to name you. Not name you in the way you imagine, more like naming the force you would become—a blessing bestowed by the moon goddess.”
      “This is a dream—I mean it has to be, doesn’t it?”

 

Faery

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FaeryKindle_375x600Maeve and Harold are about to be tested. Between the birth of their baby girl and Maeve’s obsession with the faery known as the ‘love talker’ lie many twisted paths. When the elven queen becomes part of the equation it takes more than love to reweave what’s been unraveled. A Fae civil war brings Harold’s alter ego, King Kenneth MacAlpin, to the fore, possibly ruining Maeve and Harold’s relationship forever. Danger abounds, bringing with it hard decisions and possibly death.

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author-nikki-broadwellI graduated with a BA in art and English from Sonoma State University in California. I’ve been an avid reader since I first learned how and a writer from my early teenage years on. I’ve had several art related businesses, including greeting cards and more recently a silk painting business. When I began to write in earnest I put aside the art, concentrating only on the writing.

I’ve traveled a lot over the years, finding inspiration wherever I go. Scotland holds a special place in my heart, hence the setting for “The Moonstone”. I had to make a 4th trip there to do research as I was putting the book together!

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What can we expect from you in the future?

I am keeping up with several series—the 5th in my Summer McCloud ghost mystery series is in progress, I’m considering a 3rd coyote book, (shape shifters) and my time-traveling witch series is just taking off—2 is nearly completed and it leads into a third.

Do you have any side stories about the characters?

I have interviews with the characters from Moonstone. Will be sharing on my blog, www.nikkibroadwellauthor.com –click on blog at top of page.

Describe your writing style.

I write from the seat of my pants—no outlines. This has worked for me through 17 books, the one I’m working on now the first exception. I usually begin with a sentence that comes to me—like: ‘beware of darkness’. Kind of like a writing prompt. The characters usually take over sometime around page thirty.

What do you do to unwind and relax?

I like to drink wine, I walk with my dog, I do yoga—I also enjoy watching sci-fi and fantasy series on TV and, of course, I love to read!

What kind of world ruler would you be?

Diplomacy first, good education with low costs, and healthcare for everyone. Jails would still exist but there would be less people in them because of services provided for rehabilitation and education—EPA and environment would be top priorities. Those in the highest income bracket would pay higher taxes to pay for these services for less wealthy individuals.

 

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Silent Meridian by Elizabeth Crowens

silent-meridian-promo-blitz-tour-graphicTitle: Silent Meridian
Author: Elizabeth Crowens
Series: The Time Traveler Professor Book 1
Genre: Speculative Fiction, Gaslight Fantasy, Alternative History
Publisher: MX Publishing
Publication Date: May 15, 2016

A 19th century “X” Files meets H.G. Wells’s “Time Machine”
featuring Arthur Conan Doyle and partner

 
silent-meridianSir Arthur Conan Doyle is obsessed with a legendary red book. Its peculiar stories have come to life, and rumors claim that it has rewritten its own endings. Convinced that possessing this book will help him write his ever-popular Sherlock Holmes stories, he takes on an unlikely partner, John Patrick Scott, known to most as a concert musician and paranormal investigator. Although in his humble opinion, Scott considers himself more of an ethereal archeologist and a time traveler professor.

Together they explore lost worlds and excavate realms beyond the knowledge of historians when they go back in time to find it. But everything backfires, and their friendship is tested to the limits. Both discover that karmic ties and unconscionable crimes have followed them like ghosts from the past, wreaking havoc on the present and possibly the future.

SILENT MERIDIAN reveals the alternate histories of Conan Doyle, H.G. Wells, Houdini, Jung and other luminaries in the secret diaries of a new kind of Doctor Watson, John Patrick Scott, in an X Files for the 19th century. Stay tuned for A Pocketful of Lodestones; book two in the Time Traveler Professor series by Elizabeth Crowens.

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      Edinburgh, 1898

      Scotland was just barely crawling its way out of the nineteenth century. I was a naïve, but ambitious student studying music at the University of Edinburgh hurrying over to meet Arthur Conan Doyle, the man who would change my life forever.

      “John Patrick Scott, sir,” I said as I approached Mr. Doyle, who was already seated at a back corner table where he hoped he wouldn’t be recognized. He had picked the Deacon Brodie, the pub that inspired the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

      I extended my hand to greet him and removed my rain-soaked hat, while my overcoat slipped out of my hands and fell on the floor by accident. It was still hard to believe that good fortune had finally brought us together, but we were both nervous.

      “The pleasure is all mine.” Doyle responded like a father to his son.

      “Mr. Conan Doyle, or should I call you Doctor Doyle?” I said unsure how to address him.

      Doyle scrutinized me from top to bottom as he signaled the waiter. “John, call me Arthur,” he said casually, ignoring the tension I couldn’t control.

      “Sir, I’m so honored that you agreed to discuss this matter. Perhaps you can enlighten me in a way that I’ve failed to comprehend.”

      I wanted to ask him about my unusual turn of events straight away but he caught me off guard and was dead set on pulling me into the swift current of an unexpected conversation.

      “Can I assume you believe in the transmigration of souls?” he asked.

      “Until now, I haven’t given it a lot of thought,” I said, unsure as to which direction he was leading.

      “Did you ever read those books about that Swiss doctor who felt his body and soul had been taken over by a Benedictine monk? That presented a curious case. He claims that he was approached by the spirit of an elderly monk before he died, and that the monk needed to rent his body to continue his spiritual mission.”

      “Rent?” I choked in disbelief.

      “We truly don’t take anything with us when we pass on, do we? This monk knew that he was dying, and therefore had to replace his physical body with something more youthful and vital.”

      “That’s incredible. It debunks the theory that you have to die and be reborn as an infant to carry on your spirit,” I said.

      Mr. Doyle had the tinge of excitement in his voice.

      “John, here’s another instance. I’ve had my suspicions about a famous musician who had an obsession about a notorious and controversial mystic. You’d surmise by his overwhelming attraction to that person that he might’ve been him in a previous lifetime, but facts were clear that he was born three years before the mystic died. My understanding is that the mystic knew he didn’t have long in his present incarnation. Therefore he made plans for some sort of partial soul transference while he was still alive to imprint his essence upon the child. That would’ve allowed him to carry on and accomplish unfinished business that couldn’t have been executed otherwise. Essentially he had the ability of being two places at once.”

      “Sounds more like Spiritualism,” I replied.

      “Honestly, John, I don’t think there are any steadfast rules when it comes to this matter. That’s what makes it so intriguing.”

      I sensed he had a secret agenda.

      Doyle reloaded his churchwarden pipe with fresh tobacco and continued, “This is not at all like anything you’ve ever read from H.G. Wells or Jules Verne. We’re poking holes in every treatise written on the subject— the idea of being able to reincarnate a part of yourself while you are still alive into another soul.”

      Our conversation was quickly becoming like a speeding train ready to jump the tracks. Realizing this, Doyle slowed down the pace and took a deep breath. He carefully composed his next statement.

      “Fiction it may seem to be but it’s not hocus pocus. Don’t you also find it strange that you somehow found yourself initiated into a mystical order on a commuter train bound from London to Edinburgh when the instigators kept on mistaking you for me? There are no accidents.”

 

 

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elizabeth-crowensElizabeth Crowens is the pen name author of SILENT MERIDIAN, an alternate history/ 19th century “X Files” alternate history novel published by MX Publishing in London. Recently she won First Prize in Chanticleer Review’s Goethe Award for Turn-of-the-Century Historical Fiction, is on the short list of finalists for Chanticleer’s 2016 Cygnus Awards for Speculative Fiction, Paranormal and the Ozma Award for Fantasy Fiction and received an Honorable Mention in Glimmer Train’s fiction short story contest for Emerging Writers. She has also published a variety of non-fiction articles and is currently writing a column called The Poison Apple in the World Fantasy and Alfie Award-winning publication, BlackGate.com.

Recently, she participated on panels at The World Fantasy Convention, MidAmericon II/Worldcon, Lunacon, Heliosphere, the Writer’s Digest Conference, Queens Book Festival, Philcon and was also interviewed for the radio show, Hour of the Wolf. A Pocketful of Lodestones, the sequel to Silent Meridian is awaiting a publication date. Current work-in-progress is Dear Mr. Hitchcock, a psychological/domestic suspense novel/series.

A 15-year veteran of the film industry in Hollywood, she’s also an alumnus of Algonkian workshops and the Gotham Writer’s Workshop and a member of the Horror Writers Association, Historical Writers of America and Mystery Writers of America. An active Sherlockian, she’s lectured on Arthur Conan Doyle, belongs to several Sherlockian scions, and is an independent scholar on Eastern and Western mysticism and Jungian psychology. A blackbelt in martial arts, she’s lived in Japan. Currently, she lives in New York City.

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Forsaken Prince by Andrea Pearson

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Title: Forsaken Prince
Series: Kilenya Chronicles #1
Author: Andrea Pearson
Genre: Fantasy
Age category: Young Adult
Release Date: 1 November, 2017

 
Forsaken PrinceJacob refuses the role of Forsaken Prince. Until his father and little sister are kidnapped…

When an attractive girl tells Jacob he’s the Forsaken Prince and that an entirely different planet needs his help, he calls her crazy and sends her on her way. But then he discovers dead demons in his house, his mother beaten, and his father and sister kidnapped, and he’s forced to begin a dangerous journey.

Now Jacob must team up with Aloren to find a magical key and stage a rescue with a tight deadline, all while making decisions that affect not only himself but hundreds of thousands of his subjects in this new world. Can he figure out his new magical powers fast enough and will he and Aloren reach Jacob’s father and sister before time runs out?

Forsaken Prince, Kilenya Chronicles Book One is an edge-of-your-seat story of fantasy, adventure, and exciting twists and turns. Grab your copy now to begin the magical journey!

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      The lights inside Jacob’s home were off. That wasn’t normal. Mom always kept lights on. She would rather pay an elevated electric bill than live in a dark house.
      Jacob flipped the switch. Nothing happened. He stepped inside, and something crunched under foot. He looked down. He’d stepped on broken glass. Jacob glanced around the room. All the bulbs had been shattered—the lamp near the front door, the overhead light, and the lamps on the shelves by the piano. Nothing else was broken.
      His heart did a little flip, and foreboding settled over him. What had happened?
      “Mom? Dad?”
      No answer.
      He stepped into the kitchen. Everything there was broken—not even the battery-operated clock on the wall was still ticking.
      Jacob’s breath caught when he spotted blood all along the edge of the counter.
      “Dad! Mom! Amberly!”
      In a rush, he searched the rest of the first floor, then bounded up the stairs. He didn’t get far before stumbling to a halt. A huge body was sprawled across the top of the staircase. Jacob gasped, stepping back involuntarily, and nearly fell down the stairs before catching himself. It wasn’t human. It couldn’t be. No human looked like that.
      He clung to the railing, staring at the dead beast. What the crap was it? The thing was huge. Humanoid, with stubby, muscular legs, massive arms, and four fingers on each hand. The wall all around it was splattered with blood and marred with spray from a shotgun.
      The creature wore dark leather pants. It wasn’t wearing a shirt, and Jacob nearly wretched as he stepped up the stairs and saw a huge gaping hole in the thing’s chest. More blood slicked down the stairs and pooled beneath the beast.
      The entire thing was covered everywhere with very short hair. Spikes jutted out from the lower jaw, coming to sharp points about two inches from the chin. The eyes had rolled back in the head, the lids open.
      Jacob stumbled up the stairs, trying not to touch the creature or its blood. Were there more of those things in the house? Was he in danger? And where were his parents?
      His breathing came in pants and gasps. His dad’s shotgun lay in the hall near the top of the stairs. Shells—some empty—were scattered across the floor. Jacob grabbed the gun and several of the shells, fumbling to load the weapon in case he needed to defend himself.
      Someone whimpered, and he rushed down the hallway. He passed another one of those beasts, this one missing a head. His stomach flipped. He refused to look at the gaping neck.
      “Hello?” he called out, clenching the shotgun. “Mom?”
      His parents’ room was empty. He barely glanced into his and Matt’s separate bedrooms before pausing in the doorway to Amberly’s. A familiar figure huddled on the other side of the princess bed, and he gasped.
      “Mom!” Jacob rushed to her side, dropping to his knees. He set down the gun and placed a hand on her shoulder.
      She jumped, shrinking against the wall, her hair falling over her face.
      “It’s me! It’s Jacob. Are you okay? What happened? What’s going on?”
      Mom slumped in relief and sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”
      He gently pushed her hair away from her face, then startled. She was covered in blood. Bruises were blossoming across her cheeks and neck.
      “What’s going on?” he repeated.
      “We tried . . . to protect you . . .”
      “Where are Amberly and Dad?”
      “They—they took them.”
      “They who?” Jacob asked. He pulled out his phone to call 911.
      “The Lorkon.” Mom’s eyes cleared as she concentrated on her son’s face. “They sent their servants. Your father and sister have been taken. You must go get them!”

 

All books in the Kilenya Chronicles series:

Forsaken PrinceEmber Gods

Forsaken Prince
Book #1

Ember Gods
Book #2

 

August FortressRise of Keitus

August Fortress
Book #3

Rise of Keitus
Book #4

 

Eyes of the SunGolden Symbol

Eyes of the Sun
Book #5

Golden Symbol
Book #6

 

 

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Andrea PearsonAndrea Pearson is an avid reader and outdoor enthusiast who plays several instruments, not including the banjo, and loves putting together musical arrangements. Her favorite sports are basketball and football, though several knee surgeries and incurably awful coordination prevent her from playing them.

Andrea graduated from Brigham Young University with a bachelor of science degree in Communications Disorders. She is the author of many full-length novels (the Kilenya Series and Mosaic Chronicles) and several novellas. Writing is the chocolate of her life – it is, in fact, the only thing she ever craves. Being with her family and close friends is where she’s happiest, and she loves thunderstorms, the ocean, hiking, public speaking, painting, and traveling.

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Of The Divine by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

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Title: Of The Divine
Author: Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Genre: Fiction/Fantasy

BookCover_OfTheDivineHenna is one of the most powerful sorcerers in the Order of Napthol, and her runes ’s runes tell her that the future of Kavet is balanced on the edge of the knife. The treaties between Kavet and the dragon-like race known as the Osei have become intolerable. The time has come for the royal house to magically challenge Osei dominion. Prince Verte, Henna’ lover, is to serve as the nexus for the powerful but dangerous spell, with Naples–an untested young sorcerer from the Order of Napthol–a volatile but critical support to its creation.

Amid these plans, Dahlia Indathrone’s arrival in the city shouldn’t matter. She has no magic and no royal lineage, and yet, Henna immediately knows Dahlia is important. She just can’t see why.

As their lives intertwine, the four will learn that they are pawns in a larger game, one played by the forces of the Abyss and of the Numen—the infernal and the divine.

A game no mortal can ever hope to win.

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“You cannot live your life as a slave to those who have gone before,” Verte replied. “You need to let the living and dead alike move on.”

Wenge glared up at him. Verte paused, keeping his stance and expression neutral as he raised magical shields against a possible attack.


“You don’t know where the dead go,” Wenge accused. “We talk of the realms beyond, of the Abyss and the Numen, but no one really knows for sure what happens once our shades pass out of the mortal realm. What if we just go screaming into the void? What if—”


Verte took the man’s frail, trembling hand in his own. He wished he could use his magic to urge him to keep moving, but Wenge’s decision whether to demand a trial or to take the brand willingly needed to be made without magical coercion.


“Even the royal house, with all our strength and training and resources, does not practice death sorcery. Maleficence or not,” Verte said, hoping the words would pierce the man’s sudden anxiety, “if you continue to let your power use you this way, it will kill you before the year is out. Of that I am certain.”


Wenge’s body sagged. He waved a hand next to his face as if to chase away a buzzing fly—or in this case, a whispering spirit. He flinched at whatever the ghost said, then muttered, “I do not know what to be without it.”

 

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AuthorPhoto_OfTheDivineAmelia Atwater-Rhodes wrote her first novel, In the Forests of the Night, when she was 13 years old. Other books in the Den of Shadows series are Demon in My View, Shattered Mirror, Midnight Predator, all ALA Quick Picks for Young Adults. She has also published the five-volume series The Kiesha’ra: Hawksong, a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year and VOYA Best Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror List Selection; Snakecharm; Falcondance; Wolfcry; and Wyvernhail.

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Interview with Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

Hi Amelia, thank you for joining me here on Rainne’s Ramblings.
Would you like to start by telling us a little about yourself and your background. Have you always wanted to be a writer? (And was there a particular moment you thought, ‘I can do this!’?)

I grew up in small-town Massachusetts, specifically Concord. I am very close to my family and they’re all great readers, so books have always been in my house and I’ve always loved reading. Since literacy was so respected in my household, it probably isn’t a surprise that I started telling my own stories as soon as I could talk and started writing them down as soon as I knew how. There was never a moment when I decided I wanted to be a writer– I started publishing when I was a freshman in high school, so by the time I was at the “deciding” phase of a career, I had been doing so for a few years already.

As for the “I can do this” moment, that came when my friend Sarita read one of my books (I had written five or six at the time, after many other experiments and false starts) and told me, “This is good. You should get it published.” Looking back, I don’t know why exactly Sarita’s words had the impact on me they did; many of my friends also wrote, and we had all been sharing books with each other for years and encouraging each other. Maybe it was because Sarita didn’t write, and wasn’t part of that circle of close friends, that her encouragement more? Just as likely, it was because I was thirteen and had no idea what a long-shot publishing was! She suggested it, and it seemed like a good idea at the time…

 

Do you have a writing routine?

I used to say no to this question– until recently, I always wrote when the mood struck me, wherever I happened to be. These days, I’m busier than fourteen-year-old or even twenty-two-year-old me could ever imagine: I teach full time, maintain a home with my partner, and have an almost 3-year-old daughter. That means, if I want to write at all, I need a routine.

[Ironically, I was interrupted just then by my daughter waking from her nap.]

I continue this post from my weekly writing group, which is the only time of the week (Wednesdays from 6 to 9 pm) where I have babysitting and set aside three hours specifically to write. My other regular work time is about 4am until either 5:45 on weekdays (at that point I need to get ready for work) or until my daughter wakes up in the morning.

 

Are there any particular places that help you get the creative cogs turning?

Most of the time, my primary writing space is a square of kitchen counter, where I prop my Surface on top of an empty canister of matzo meal (when that gets recycled, I’ll find something else) to raise it to eye level while I work either standing or on a stool. In the past I’ve set up fancy office spaces, but these days I need to admit that the kitchen is where I’m most productive.

Outside that, I’m a fan of my local Starbucks and similar establishments. I like being surrounded by people doing things, and external noise and distraction to keep my world from being too quiet.

 

What can we expect from you in the future?

I wish I knew for sure!

Well, Mancer 3 is definately coming out next summer. I gather people worry about that a lot when a fantasy trilogy begins or is at its middle (the second book just came out this fall), but the third book is complete and even all the most major rewriting has been done. So, Mancer Three: Of the Mortal Realm comes out next.

After that, I haven’t decided yet. Return to young adult? I have a couple stories there I feel like I abandoned when I jumped ship to publish Mancer. That said, I also have another story in the same world as Mancer that’s caught my imagination, and a futuristic sci-fi novel complete in its messy first stage I’m wondering if I have the nerve to tackle revisions for.

I suppose I need to decide soon, don’t I?

 

What is your biggest fear?

I suppose I need to go with the obvious for this one: these days, my biggest fear is the one that I think afflicts most parents: something happening to my daughter. I don’t consider myself an overly anxious or overprotective parent, but there’s always a “what if?” at the back of my mind, and my active and vibrant imagination is not my friend in these cases.

 

Your book is being made into a movie, what music would you use as a soundtrack?

To be honest and practical, I would probably defer to someone who makes those kinds of decisions professionally, since I am not up to date on my music and wouldn’t know how to pick good music for a movie.

On the other hand, approaching the question in the spirit in which I imagine it was intended: I would definitely want some Dar Williams, since that was some of the music that inspired it. I think I would want to find a place for “Hotel California.” It isn’t obviously tied to the book, but the surreal desperation of it was an inspiration for parts of the trilogy. Then again, I also listened to a lot of Puddle of Mudd while revising, and I’m not sure that would match the rest of the songs at all…

Okay, I’m going back to my first answer: I know nothing about music. I should defer to the professionals.

 

What are the hardest and easiest parts about being a writer?

The easiest part is the fact that, unless you’ve signed a specific contract, as a writer you get to make your own schedule. It’s up to you to set your own goals and deadlines, to decide if you’re in the mood to “go to work” or stay in pajamas all day or be lazy and binge-watch Netflix.

The hardest part is the fact that, unless you’ve signed a specific contract, as a writer you get to make your own schedule. It’s up to you to set your own goals and deadlines, to decide if you’re in the mood to “go to work” or stay in pajamas all day or be lazy and binge-watch Netflix.

Wait, didn’t I just say that?

Yes, I did. Being a writer is a very personally-motivated career. Even if you do publish, once that contract is over, nothing is assumed. It’s up to you to make the decision again and again to do the work– or not. That’s wonderful and difficult at the same time.

 

Can you tell us  anything about any of your current work(s)-in-progress?

For National Novel Writing Month this year (November 2017), I’m working on a story I call Ice House, which focuses on the Osei. These dragon-like creatures are enemies in Mancer Two: Of the Divine, powerful creatures who claim dominion over the vast oceans and therefore over the critical trade routes that connect the island nation of Kavet to the rest of the world, but they aren’t simple beasts or evil overlords. They have their own complex culture, and the events of the Mancer books affect them too– especially after their high queen is savaged by a demon in the Kavet skies.

 

Which, if any, of your personality traits did you write into your characters?

In the Mancer Trilogy, Book Two in particular, the obvious answer to this question is not correct. Maddy, the mother of a two-year-old, is not based on me, nor is her child based on mine; in fact, both were first written in 2006, years before I considered having a child.

Naples, the young sorcerer, has some of the bad luck I had with relationships through my own young adulthood (though my choices were never quite as bad as his). Verte, prince of Kavet, has some of my constant feelings of responsibility, and Henna has my love for a challenge and my drive to achieve all that I can and constantly experiment and learn more. Cadmia, from Book One, has my love of learning and endless curiosity. Hansa embodies many of my early angst about my sexuality and the tension of being in the closet.

In other words, a lot of them have little bits of me.

 

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Once you get past the basic things I do to survive– I teach, I read, I enjoy cooking when I have time– I also like to paint, and to garden. My goal is to have as many different types of edible foods in my .25 acre yard as possible. I enjoy drama when I have a chance, though I have fewer opportunities to direct plays now that I’m no longer in college. I’m also a big fan of dismantling things to try to figure out how they work.

 

If you could travel to any time in history, when would you visit?

After deeply considering this question as it’s been asked in blog posts this month, I have come to the conclusion that I don’t think I should be time traveling. You see, I’ve seen enough time-travel shows and read enough time-travel books that every time I think of a time I would like to visit I also imagine all the ways it could go terribly wrong.

 

Optimist or pessimist?

That depends on the day, and the context. I’m a believer in, “Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.” I tend to come up with contingency plans and worst-case scenarios and be strangely surprised when something not-horrible happens. That said, I’m also a romantic and like to dream of the best-case scenarios, too, and I like to assume the best from people unless I have proof of bad intentions.

 

I wish I could tell my younger self…

Any really good advice I could offer, my younger self would probably just reject. My younger self made a lot of crazy and often ill-advised decisions. That said, my younger self also had the nerve to come up with a madcap plan to publish a book, and she was successful, and that has defined my life since.

Maybe my younger self knows what up better than I do myself?

 

You’re stranded on a desert island and you can take three people who would they be and why?

I suppose that would depend on how likely I am to be rescued, and how long I’ll be there. If I’m stuck there forever until I died, I might want to choose people the world would be better off without even if it made the rest of my time less pleasant. I wouldn’t want to bring anyone I like into that situation with me.

If I know I will be rescued, I would want people whose company I enjoy and whose skills could help us survive well. I would definitely bring my friend Karl, for his genius, his ability to improvise, and his Boy Scout skills. Between the two of us, I bet we could rig some things to make this island a fantastic place to spend a vacation. I think my friend Bri would also prove handy in the wilderness. Even though she’s from Alaska, not the tropics, I’m sure she has some useful skills. Finally, I would bring… hmm, it just occured to me that you never specified real people. If I can bring fictional people, I’ll add Elizabeth Swan to the mix. After all, when stranded on a deserted island, who more useful than a pirate king?

 

What three words would others probably use to describe you?

According to the people sitting at the table with me:

“Well, focused… but maybe that’s not the right word right now?”

“For the purpose of this question, does ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ count as one word or three? Does it accept quoted parameters? Because that’s important.”

Since he was the only person who hadn’t suggested a word, I then interrupted the leader in my writing group (on the first day of NaNo) to ask him for a word to describe me, and the look he gave me is worth a thousand, and none of them are nice.

 

Thank you very much for your time, Amelia, and best wishes for NaNoWriMo!

Thank you! Happy November, happy National Novel Writing Month!