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February 12, 2017
A Fireside Chat with Kent St. James from Alexandria Rising
Today, dear readers, I have another Fireside Chat. Our intrepid fictional interviewer Richard Dale sits down with Kent St. James from the thriller Alexandria Rising by author Mark Wallace Maguire. Plus, be sure to stop by tomorrow as well when I present an interview with the author of Alexandria Rising, Mark Wallace Maguire. Now enjoy the Fireside Chat!
Fireside Chat with Kent St. James
“Welcome everyone, to another Fireside Chat. I’m Richard Dale, your host. Today, our guest is the enigmatic Kent St. James, secret society member and Director of The Organization. Welcome Mr. St. James.” Richard Dale holds out a hand in greeting.
St. James takes the hand warmly, holds onto the hand a bit too long for Richard’s comfort and stares hard into his eyes. A silence bordering on uncomfortable surrounds the two before Kent finally says: “Of course, thank you, Richard, though enigmatic might be a bit over the top.”
“Why don’t we begin with some personal tidbits, shall we? Exactly who is Kent St. James? What makes you tick?”
“What an interesting question. You can call me The Director. I oversee the efforts of what we now call The Organization, but, prior has been called everything from The Guardians to – in a nod to our Latin roots - The Tutores. My job – such a vulgar word isn’t it? – or rather my calling has me overseeing the work of The Organization which is engaged in everything from cultural manipulation to neo-psychological research and archaeology across the globe. And, what makes one tick? We’re all motivated by something, are we not? If anything makes me tick it is the betterment of our species I am always seeking to create new avenues to improve on our species’ condition. Rather faux noble or hubristic some might say but true nonetheless.”
Richard Dale smiles. “Fascinating. Such views makes one ponder your upbringing. Which brings me to my next question. What is your fondest childhood memory?”
“This might sound trite, but we had a gardener, Old Eckbert. He was rather harmless, but was large, strong, quite muscular. One day, he dug up some peonies by mistake. He only scooped out one or two and they could have easily been re-planted, but the way my father handled him made a deep impression on me. He did not yell or even raise his voice, but with his sheer words, he had the man trembling and, soon thereafter, weeping. I learned then that while brute force is important there are other, more potent ways in which to control your inferiors. I also realized then that my father was not ordinary and I wanted to be like him.”
“I see.” A slight note of disapproval creeps into Richard Dale’s tone. “While at Oxford University a close friend of yours died under mysterious circumstances. How did you deal with that incident, and how did it effect you?
“Pardon me? How did you come across that — er- information? Richard von Licht was my friend. A close friend. As to how he died, I have no idea. I was in Surrey visiting my mother that weekend. They found him on the chapel steps at Magdalen College at Oxford. Rather frightening….That is all I have to say on the matter. I was cleared by the police, you know. That happened more than 50 years ago. I am afraid I can’t help you much there, old boy. Sorry.”
Richard leans forward slightly. “Why are you a member of a secret society Mr. St. James? Why did you join the Organization?”
“I guess the question would truly be, ‘why not?’ I was recruited, rather invited, to join The Organization to help develop this orb into a better place. I did not seek it, they, rather, sought me. It is an honor and one I do not hold lightly, Richard, and so should you if you care to finish this interview.”
Richard chuckles slightly.“It wouldn’t be the first time someone walked out on an interview Mr. St. James. But as you’re still here, care to elaborate on the workings of this society? Perhaps in regards to the Slendoc Meridian?”
“Ah, well, if we’ve waded this far, I will humor you. The Slendoc Meridian is a curvature of stones that runs through the earth’s core. Slendoc: The name is of old Atlantean origin so, of course, you don’t recognize it. It means quite simply, ‘sacred’ for lack of a better word though it has also been interpreted as ‘magic’ or ‘light-giving’ – ‘illuminated.’ It is not a straight line, like latitude and longitude, but a curvature. We’ve lost large portions of it, however, due to time. Plates shift. Earthquakes and the like. But, back to your point, we, The Organization, work to gather, secure these stones. Then we harness its power to grant us illumination which we then use to aid humanity. Real power is not in conquering land or shaping politics – though we do have a hand in that as well - but in true change. Like the birth of the Industrial Age, the discovery of flight, the Atomic Bomb, this technological revolution we’re undergoing right now. We’ve been gathering the fragments from The Meridian for the last hundreds of years. We hope to make some major breakthroughs soon.”
“Ah, there’s Jenkins with our refreshment. What do you have today, Jenkins?”“I have a delightful English Breakfast tea, sir. And fresh from the over blueberry scones with clotted cream and raspberry jam.” Jenkins turns to Kent St. James. “Would you care for a cup and a scone, sir?” Jenkins sets the tray down and waits.
“No scone for me. And tea? Are we old ladies? I prefer something more fortifying. Do you mind if I smoke?”
Richard nods politely at his guest. “Go ahead.” He turns back to Jenkins. “It looks scrumptious as always, our guest’s loss for not partaking. I’ll have my usual cup, and a scone with jam.”
As Kent St. James lights a cigarette, Jenkins pours one cup and prepares the scone. He serves Richard before retreating.
Richard Dale sips his tea and asks, “In your own opinion, what is your best feature, and your worst habit?”
“My best features are my intelligence, my lack of fear and my ability to act without hesitation. All traits of a good leader. My worst habit? I really don’t have any, though I have been told I enjoy tobacco too much for my own good.”
“What is your opinion of human beings, Mr. St. James?”
“We are a fairly dreadful species who can’t seem to stay out of own way. We are weak. Despondent. Easily distracted. We need help, direction and motivation and that is what The Organization does.”
“Who, Mr. St. James, would you consider your enemies?”
“Until recently, I thought I had none. Now, I am gathering reports of a splinter group within the Organization. I do not know who they are, but, trust me, they will be dealt with strictly when they are discovered. And discovered they will be."
“To end on a lighter note, what is your favourite era of human history?”
“The one I am about to enact.”
Richard Dale leans back into his chair with a cold smile. “Thank you, Kent St. James, for this intriguing interview.”
And don't forget, tomorrow we have an interview with the author of Alexandria Rising, Mark Wallace Maguire.
Alexandria Rising by Mark Wallace Maguire
Rand O'Neal, an ambition-less newspaper reporter, is given a single task upon the death of his grandfather: Destroy a mysterious map. What should be a simple errand thrusts Rand into a journey across three countries chased by unknown pursuers into a world he never could have imagined.
Alexandria Rising is available on Amazon
Fireside Chat with Kent St. James
“Welcome everyone, to another Fireside Chat. I’m Richard Dale, your host. Today, our guest is the enigmatic Kent St. James, secret society member and Director of The Organization. Welcome Mr. St. James.” Richard Dale holds out a hand in greeting.
St. James takes the hand warmly, holds onto the hand a bit too long for Richard’s comfort and stares hard into his eyes. A silence bordering on uncomfortable surrounds the two before Kent finally says: “Of course, thank you, Richard, though enigmatic might be a bit over the top.”
“Why don’t we begin with some personal tidbits, shall we? Exactly who is Kent St. James? What makes you tick?”
“What an interesting question. You can call me The Director. I oversee the efforts of what we now call The Organization, but, prior has been called everything from The Guardians to – in a nod to our Latin roots - The Tutores. My job – such a vulgar word isn’t it? – or rather my calling has me overseeing the work of The Organization which is engaged in everything from cultural manipulation to neo-psychological research and archaeology across the globe. And, what makes one tick? We’re all motivated by something, are we not? If anything makes me tick it is the betterment of our species I am always seeking to create new avenues to improve on our species’ condition. Rather faux noble or hubristic some might say but true nonetheless.”
Richard Dale smiles. “Fascinating. Such views makes one ponder your upbringing. Which brings me to my next question. What is your fondest childhood memory?”
“This might sound trite, but we had a gardener, Old Eckbert. He was rather harmless, but was large, strong, quite muscular. One day, he dug up some peonies by mistake. He only scooped out one or two and they could have easily been re-planted, but the way my father handled him made a deep impression on me. He did not yell or even raise his voice, but with his sheer words, he had the man trembling and, soon thereafter, weeping. I learned then that while brute force is important there are other, more potent ways in which to control your inferiors. I also realized then that my father was not ordinary and I wanted to be like him.”
“I see.” A slight note of disapproval creeps into Richard Dale’s tone. “While at Oxford University a close friend of yours died under mysterious circumstances. How did you deal with that incident, and how did it effect you?
“Pardon me? How did you come across that — er- information? Richard von Licht was my friend. A close friend. As to how he died, I have no idea. I was in Surrey visiting my mother that weekend. They found him on the chapel steps at Magdalen College at Oxford. Rather frightening….That is all I have to say on the matter. I was cleared by the police, you know. That happened more than 50 years ago. I am afraid I can’t help you much there, old boy. Sorry.”
Richard leans forward slightly. “Why are you a member of a secret society Mr. St. James? Why did you join the Organization?”
“I guess the question would truly be, ‘why not?’ I was recruited, rather invited, to join The Organization to help develop this orb into a better place. I did not seek it, they, rather, sought me. It is an honor and one I do not hold lightly, Richard, and so should you if you care to finish this interview.”
Richard chuckles slightly.“It wouldn’t be the first time someone walked out on an interview Mr. St. James. But as you’re still here, care to elaborate on the workings of this society? Perhaps in regards to the Slendoc Meridian?”
“Ah, well, if we’ve waded this far, I will humor you. The Slendoc Meridian is a curvature of stones that runs through the earth’s core. Slendoc: The name is of old Atlantean origin so, of course, you don’t recognize it. It means quite simply, ‘sacred’ for lack of a better word though it has also been interpreted as ‘magic’ or ‘light-giving’ – ‘illuminated.’ It is not a straight line, like latitude and longitude, but a curvature. We’ve lost large portions of it, however, due to time. Plates shift. Earthquakes and the like. But, back to your point, we, The Organization, work to gather, secure these stones. Then we harness its power to grant us illumination which we then use to aid humanity. Real power is not in conquering land or shaping politics – though we do have a hand in that as well - but in true change. Like the birth of the Industrial Age, the discovery of flight, the Atomic Bomb, this technological revolution we’re undergoing right now. We’ve been gathering the fragments from The Meridian for the last hundreds of years. We hope to make some major breakthroughs soon.”
“Ah, there’s Jenkins with our refreshment. What do you have today, Jenkins?”“I have a delightful English Breakfast tea, sir. And fresh from the over blueberry scones with clotted cream and raspberry jam.” Jenkins turns to Kent St. James. “Would you care for a cup and a scone, sir?” Jenkins sets the tray down and waits.
“No scone for me. And tea? Are we old ladies? I prefer something more fortifying. Do you mind if I smoke?”
Richard nods politely at his guest. “Go ahead.” He turns back to Jenkins. “It looks scrumptious as always, our guest’s loss for not partaking. I’ll have my usual cup, and a scone with jam.”
As Kent St. James lights a cigarette, Jenkins pours one cup and prepares the scone. He serves Richard before retreating.
Richard Dale sips his tea and asks, “In your own opinion, what is your best feature, and your worst habit?”
“My best features are my intelligence, my lack of fear and my ability to act without hesitation. All traits of a good leader. My worst habit? I really don’t have any, though I have been told I enjoy tobacco too much for my own good.”
“What is your opinion of human beings, Mr. St. James?”
“We are a fairly dreadful species who can’t seem to stay out of own way. We are weak. Despondent. Easily distracted. We need help, direction and motivation and that is what The Organization does.”
“Who, Mr. St. James, would you consider your enemies?”
“Until recently, I thought I had none. Now, I am gathering reports of a splinter group within the Organization. I do not know who they are, but, trust me, they will be dealt with strictly when they are discovered. And discovered they will be."
“To end on a lighter note, what is your favourite era of human history?”
“The one I am about to enact.”
Richard Dale leans back into his chair with a cold smile. “Thank you, Kent St. James, for this intriguing interview.”
And don't forget, tomorrow we have an interview with the author of Alexandria Rising, Mark Wallace Maguire.
Alexandria Rising by Mark Wallace Maguire
Rand O'Neal, an ambition-less newspaper reporter, is given a single task upon the death of his grandfather: Destroy a mysterious map. What should be a simple errand thrusts Rand into a journey across three countries chased by unknown pursuers into a world he never could have imagined.
Alexandria Rising is available on Amazon
February 11, 2017
Book Spotlight: Do You Believe In Legend?
Today I have a spotlight on the new release Do You Believe In Legend? by Ani Manjikian. This is a science fantasy novel, the second book in the Stars of Heros series. Enjoy!
Do You Believe In Legend? by Ani Manjikian
"Legend isn't about people. It's about pursuing a dream or higher ideal. About believing in something impossible and transforming the belief into reality through faith and hard work. The future is a legend written and unwritten."
Jo Mason believes that creativity, spontaneity, and faith exist as definable words, but not actionable items. Negative consequences always follow the rare positive outcomes. It seems her destiny is surviving a chaotic world she can't control. Hearing her own voice where she shouldn’t have leaves her wondering about her place in time.
Jeff has always been a part of her life, offering encouragements, wise words when she needed them, and many other things she can never completely thank him for. She knows he replaced her cousin who died saving his life. When she questions why he didn't get to stay with his family, Jeff replies that without fixing the timeline everything she knows would be different.
When Jeff’s twin brother Randy falls into her lap, both literally and figuratively, Jo hopes he can give her a better answer. There is only one slight problem… He doesn’t remember anything about himself or his life and what he does, doesn’t help.
Together, the three of them learn that life isn’t about who or what you know, but who and what you care for.
Do You Believe In Legend? is available at:
Amazon Goodreads
Website Book Page
Author Bio:
From a harsh diagnosis of hydrocephalus at birth, Ani has developed into all-around person with the technical knowledge and analytical mind of a programmer, creative and detailed orientation of a writer, and aesthetic instincts of a photographer. Her writing career started when a friend in Cyprus made her promise to stop throwing away her writings because she thought they weren’t good enough.
Website Goodreads
Do You Believe In Legend? by Ani Manjikian
"Legend isn't about people. It's about pursuing a dream or higher ideal. About believing in something impossible and transforming the belief into reality through faith and hard work. The future is a legend written and unwritten."
Jo Mason believes that creativity, spontaneity, and faith exist as definable words, but not actionable items. Negative consequences always follow the rare positive outcomes. It seems her destiny is surviving a chaotic world she can't control. Hearing her own voice where she shouldn’t have leaves her wondering about her place in time.
Jeff has always been a part of her life, offering encouragements, wise words when she needed them, and many other things she can never completely thank him for. She knows he replaced her cousin who died saving his life. When she questions why he didn't get to stay with his family, Jeff replies that without fixing the timeline everything she knows would be different.
When Jeff’s twin brother Randy falls into her lap, both literally and figuratively, Jo hopes he can give her a better answer. There is only one slight problem… He doesn’t remember anything about himself or his life and what he does, doesn’t help.
Together, the three of them learn that life isn’t about who or what you know, but who and what you care for.
Do You Believe In Legend? is available at:
Amazon Goodreads
Website Book Page
Author Bio:
From a harsh diagnosis of hydrocephalus at birth, Ani has developed into all-around person with the technical knowledge and analytical mind of a programmer, creative and detailed orientation of a writer, and aesthetic instincts of a photographer. Her writing career started when a friend in Cyprus made her promise to stop throwing away her writings because she thought they weren’t good enough.
Website Goodreads
February 10, 2017
Book Spotlight: Pray Lied Eve 2: Further Tales of the Untoward
Today I have another book spotlight for you, a collection of horror short stories, Pray Lied Eve 2: Further Tales of the Untoward by Lydia Peever. Enjoy!
Pray Lied Eve 2: Further Tales of the Untoward by Lydia Peever.
Short tales of confusion, fear, and hopelessness. Horror, weird tales, quiet stories of the supernatural... call them what you will, these six stories serve as a following to the first three dark offerings of Pray Lied Eve. This second installment in the series is longer and delves more deeply into realms perhaps best left undisturbed. Sadness, thoughts of revenge, scenes of torture; many people find themselves exploring these things alone so Pray Lied Eve will offer to be your guide. Have your mirror image ruined, and all sense of safety in your home with The Ringer. Explore the madness of the carnival after dark with Jack and the Box. Halloween Hopscotch sounds fun, but when everyone knows what you've done... or simply ignore the atrocities of the past and visit Midway Park. Witness nightmares come alive during the Widow’s Wake, and then leave it all As Is, Where Is.
You can find Pray Lied Eve 2 on Amazon
For those that prefer the paperback, an ebook download is available free with purchase, so you will get the best of both worlds!
Author Bio:
Lydia Peever is a horror author, podcast voice and journalist from Ontario, Canada. She is a big fan of horror music, books and film so anywhere there is blood, you will probably find her lurking somewhere in the corner. Find more on her site at nightface.ca or listen in at splatterpictures.net.
Her Amazon Page: http://amazon.com/author/lydia
Pray Lied Eve 2: Further Tales of the Untoward by Lydia Peever.
Short tales of confusion, fear, and hopelessness. Horror, weird tales, quiet stories of the supernatural... call them what you will, these six stories serve as a following to the first three dark offerings of Pray Lied Eve. This second installment in the series is longer and delves more deeply into realms perhaps best left undisturbed. Sadness, thoughts of revenge, scenes of torture; many people find themselves exploring these things alone so Pray Lied Eve will offer to be your guide. Have your mirror image ruined, and all sense of safety in your home with The Ringer. Explore the madness of the carnival after dark with Jack and the Box. Halloween Hopscotch sounds fun, but when everyone knows what you've done... or simply ignore the atrocities of the past and visit Midway Park. Witness nightmares come alive during the Widow’s Wake, and then leave it all As Is, Where Is.
You can find Pray Lied Eve 2 on Amazon
For those that prefer the paperback, an ebook download is available free with purchase, so you will get the best of both worlds!
Author Bio:
Lydia Peever is a horror author, podcast voice and journalist from Ontario, Canada. She is a big fan of horror music, books and film so anywhere there is blood, you will probably find her lurking somewhere in the corner. Find more on her site at nightface.ca or listen in at splatterpictures.net.
Her Amazon Page: http://amazon.com/author/lydia
February 8, 2017
Drabble Wednesday: Under the Cherry Tree
Today on Drabble Wednesday we sit under the shade of a tree and wait. Death is coming...
Tryst
The rustle of a silk kimono and the flutter of a painted fan chased the whisper of the wind. She moved with the night to linger under the perfumed beauty of the cherry tree. She closed her eyes, and breathed in the subtle fragrance of the blossoms.He will be here soon.Soft footsteps echoed her thoughts. She smiled and opened her eyes, but saw only darkness. Then a hand touched her shoulder.He’s here. My love is here.“I’m sorry.”Pain sliced into her back as his knife stabbed. She fell to the ground, petals falling across her corpse.
~*~
The Walk
“Come for a stroll with me, Eliza.”The beautiful woman smiled at her would-be beau and nodded. She twirled her parasol and they walked the woodland path arm in arm. Their laughter could be heard as they disappeared from view.But Eliza came home alone.“Walk with me, Eliza. Just down to the old mill pond.”Another beau with love struck eyes. Another nod. Again, Eliza came home alone.“Shall we stroll, Eliza?”She nodded, and they meandered down to the mill pond. And like the others, Eliza shot him under the cherry tree.That’s why Eliza comes home alone.
~*~
Sunrise, Sunset
The smell of cherry blossoms and the view of a tangerine sunrise.Who could ask for a better end?I’m alone in the orchard, where it all began so long ago. Where I met you and fell in love. Despite your deception. It never mattered to me. I accepted who you truly were, accepted the gifts you offered. I’ve no regrets.But you are gone now. Back to dust and death. Lost forever.I am alone, here in our orchard.But only until the sun rises to its full glory. Then I too will be dust.Just another suicidal vampire.
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
Tryst
The rustle of a silk kimono and the flutter of a painted fan chased the whisper of the wind. She moved with the night to linger under the perfumed beauty of the cherry tree. She closed her eyes, and breathed in the subtle fragrance of the blossoms.He will be here soon.Soft footsteps echoed her thoughts. She smiled and opened her eyes, but saw only darkness. Then a hand touched her shoulder.He’s here. My love is here.“I’m sorry.”Pain sliced into her back as his knife stabbed. She fell to the ground, petals falling across her corpse.
~*~
The Walk
“Come for a stroll with me, Eliza.”The beautiful woman smiled at her would-be beau and nodded. She twirled her parasol and they walked the woodland path arm in arm. Their laughter could be heard as they disappeared from view.But Eliza came home alone.“Walk with me, Eliza. Just down to the old mill pond.”Another beau with love struck eyes. Another nod. Again, Eliza came home alone.“Shall we stroll, Eliza?”She nodded, and they meandered down to the mill pond. And like the others, Eliza shot him under the cherry tree.That’s why Eliza comes home alone.
~*~
Sunrise, Sunset
The smell of cherry blossoms and the view of a tangerine sunrise.Who could ask for a better end?I’m alone in the orchard, where it all began so long ago. Where I met you and fell in love. Despite your deception. It never mattered to me. I accepted who you truly were, accepted the gifts you offered. I’ve no regrets.But you are gone now. Back to dust and death. Lost forever.I am alone, here in our orchard.But only until the sun rises to its full glory. Then I too will be dust.Just another suicidal vampire.
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
February 3, 2017
Interview With Author T. M. Lakomy
Today I have a terrific interview with author T. M. Lakomy, who chats about her book The Shadow Crucible, her writing and the metaphysical. Enjoy...
Interview with T. M. Lakomy
Why don’t you begin by sharing a little about yourself.
Well I’m Tamara, the author of the “Shadow Crucible”. I’m British born but I grew up in North Africa. I studied archaeology and developed an obsession with shamanism and occult practices, and spent many years delving into it. I am a Londoner and a big lover of ancient cultures, the esoteric and history.
Could you tell us a bit about your latest book?
This is my debut novel, it is the story of a Templar and a Seer, both chased by the blind god Samael. Now Samael was created by the mother Goddess without her counterpart’s light so he was born blind and posed as God.He kills every incarnation of the messiah as he perceives it as a threat, propping up false religions and trading in human souls, and he decided to go after Estella the main protagonist because her sight extends so far, she can see the divine game between darkness and light; the angels, demons and Lucifer who is playing on both sides.Throughout the narrative, many of the old deities came and claim them, as they reside in the “Twilit World” away from the infernal games, slowly revealing that they were the true rulers of creation but were pushed out by the Gods we worship today, their places usurped and demonised.Mikhail the Templar, has a love/hate relationship with Estella, and it doesn’t help that one of the demons who used to haunt her Antariel is deliberately keeping them separate out of jealousy.The main theme is apotheosis and the threefold death which is the ancient ritual that powerful sages used
Of all the books you've written, do you have a favourite?
I think my current favourite book is my second one, yet unpublished. It is more real and raw in the sense that I mixed real experiences of mine in north Africa, maraboutism, witchdoctors, and religious zeal. I blended into it the effects of the second world war and eugenics, all beneath the banner of fantasy. It has a lot of elements of my life in it, some could be construed as unpleasant but then it’s a different culture and world. So it’s darker, more horror, to the bone, but its more authentic and I did bare my soul inside.
Do you have a favourite character? If so, why?
Antariel is my favourite character, he is cunning and extremely devious, but very protective of Estella. He was an angel that became a demon, and he has this duality within himself. He hates himself and others, but thinks he’s so special since he was a choir singer before God’s throne, I’ve based him loosely on some mischievous people I knew, capable of being so beautiful and kind one moment then when they turn bad, there is no depth of depravity he won’t descend to. He is also extremely courageous, standing up to Lucifer, Mikhail and basically every other Angel and deity meddling in the game.
Why did you write this book? What was your inspiration?
I wrote it because the themes and characters were growing and germinating in my mind for years, they existed way before I put them to paper and they just needed to thrive. One day when I was at university, I saw a saying on the wall “when you cannot find the book you want to read, then write it” and at first that got under my skin, but eventually I realised that there is a lack of gothic dark fantasy novels out there with a strong occult twist that’s steeped in authentic beliefs. So I began writing; the first word I ever wrote was “carriages” and from there the story flowed.I was always attracted to mysticism and the paranormal, perhaps because as a child I used to see things, and no I’m not crazy, so I always had the curiosity to wonder what is beyond the doors of death? Is there more?
What did you hope to accomplish by publishing your book?
I hope to get people interested in the roots of their beliefs, and to explore the pre Abrahamic religions of Europe and the rest of the world. There is much beauty and knowledge there that is forgotten or seldom explored and I believe there is much to learn from our heritage.I would like people to question their thoughts and their thinking patterns and ask themselves what is really them?, whether they are the product of their culture and epigenetics, how much of what we are is because we are controlled by external forces?
Can you tell us about your writing process? Where do your ideas originate? Do you have a certain writing routine?
I either write chapters as they come, scenes that enfold in my mind’s eye or I plan them out. But most of the time an idea and event pops into my mind and it becomes the crux of the story so I write it, even if I must write different chapters separately. My ideas come from anything; a book by Mircea Eliade on shamanism or a gothic piece of music, to folklore and myth and of course my own strange mind.I try to write every day sometimes a lot, sometimes little, but I keep myself busy, otherwise I can get complacent, then the process becomes harder.
What do you like to do when you're not writing? Any hobbies?
I’m odd, I love astronomy, and discovering the latest theories on parallel universes, I love botany, discovering the medicinal properties of herbs and their ancient usage, think of books on ayahuasca experiences and such.I love exploring other cultures and their food and just being nosy about everything around me. I try to remember to be social as I am very aware that I am eccentric even though I’m just 26.
Are you working on another book?
Yes, on my third book, I think it will be slightly different in the genre, perhaps softer, and that shows the evolution of my writing. It’s still full of folkloric themes that I just can’t get enough of, it’s like dark modern fairytales, less dark than my second book but explores my eastern European roots.I have a collection of dialogues that I intend to publish someday but that’s a project for later.
The Shadow Crucible: The Blind God by T. M. Lakomy
In a world where angels, demons, and gods fight over the possession of mortal souls, two conflicted pawns are ensnared in a cruel game. The enigmatic seer Estella finds herself thrown together with Count Mikhail, a dogmatic Templar dedicated to subjugating her kind. But when a corrupted cardinal and puppet king begin a systematic genocide of her people, the two become unlikely allies.
Taking humanity back to their primordial beliefs and fears, Estella confronts Mikhail’s faith by revealing the true horror of the lucrative trade in human souls. All organized religions are shops orchestrated to consume mankind. Every deity, religion, and spiritual guide has been corrupted, and each claims to have the monopoly on truth and salvation.
In a perilous game where the truth is distorted and meddling ancient deities converge to partake of the unseen battle, Estella unwittingly finds herself hunted by Lucifer. Traversing the edge of hell’s precipice, Estella and Mikhail are reduced to mere instruments. Their only means to overcome is through courting the Threefold Death, the ancient ritual of apotheosis—of man becoming God.
The Shadow Crucible: The Blind God is available for pre-order on Amazon
Author Bio:
T. M. Lakomy is an archaeologist, specialising in the occult practices of indigenous people. She grew up in a marabout culture, with witchdoctors and tribal traditions, which fuelled her to delve deeper into the mystic beliefs of people.She blended ancient gnostic beliefs into her novel, bringing back ancient deities who fight over the rulership of human souls, and the main themes are apotheosis and pulling back the veil.
Interview with T. M. Lakomy
Why don’t you begin by sharing a little about yourself.
Well I’m Tamara, the author of the “Shadow Crucible”. I’m British born but I grew up in North Africa. I studied archaeology and developed an obsession with shamanism and occult practices, and spent many years delving into it. I am a Londoner and a big lover of ancient cultures, the esoteric and history.
Could you tell us a bit about your latest book?
This is my debut novel, it is the story of a Templar and a Seer, both chased by the blind god Samael. Now Samael was created by the mother Goddess without her counterpart’s light so he was born blind and posed as God.He kills every incarnation of the messiah as he perceives it as a threat, propping up false religions and trading in human souls, and he decided to go after Estella the main protagonist because her sight extends so far, she can see the divine game between darkness and light; the angels, demons and Lucifer who is playing on both sides.Throughout the narrative, many of the old deities came and claim them, as they reside in the “Twilit World” away from the infernal games, slowly revealing that they were the true rulers of creation but were pushed out by the Gods we worship today, their places usurped and demonised.Mikhail the Templar, has a love/hate relationship with Estella, and it doesn’t help that one of the demons who used to haunt her Antariel is deliberately keeping them separate out of jealousy.The main theme is apotheosis and the threefold death which is the ancient ritual that powerful sages used
Of all the books you've written, do you have a favourite?
I think my current favourite book is my second one, yet unpublished. It is more real and raw in the sense that I mixed real experiences of mine in north Africa, maraboutism, witchdoctors, and religious zeal. I blended into it the effects of the second world war and eugenics, all beneath the banner of fantasy. It has a lot of elements of my life in it, some could be construed as unpleasant but then it’s a different culture and world. So it’s darker, more horror, to the bone, but its more authentic and I did bare my soul inside.
Do you have a favourite character? If so, why?
Antariel is my favourite character, he is cunning and extremely devious, but very protective of Estella. He was an angel that became a demon, and he has this duality within himself. He hates himself and others, but thinks he’s so special since he was a choir singer before God’s throne, I’ve based him loosely on some mischievous people I knew, capable of being so beautiful and kind one moment then when they turn bad, there is no depth of depravity he won’t descend to. He is also extremely courageous, standing up to Lucifer, Mikhail and basically every other Angel and deity meddling in the game.
Why did you write this book? What was your inspiration?
I wrote it because the themes and characters were growing and germinating in my mind for years, they existed way before I put them to paper and they just needed to thrive. One day when I was at university, I saw a saying on the wall “when you cannot find the book you want to read, then write it” and at first that got under my skin, but eventually I realised that there is a lack of gothic dark fantasy novels out there with a strong occult twist that’s steeped in authentic beliefs. So I began writing; the first word I ever wrote was “carriages” and from there the story flowed.I was always attracted to mysticism and the paranormal, perhaps because as a child I used to see things, and no I’m not crazy, so I always had the curiosity to wonder what is beyond the doors of death? Is there more?
What did you hope to accomplish by publishing your book?
I hope to get people interested in the roots of their beliefs, and to explore the pre Abrahamic religions of Europe and the rest of the world. There is much beauty and knowledge there that is forgotten or seldom explored and I believe there is much to learn from our heritage.I would like people to question their thoughts and their thinking patterns and ask themselves what is really them?, whether they are the product of their culture and epigenetics, how much of what we are is because we are controlled by external forces?
Can you tell us about your writing process? Where do your ideas originate? Do you have a certain writing routine?
I either write chapters as they come, scenes that enfold in my mind’s eye or I plan them out. But most of the time an idea and event pops into my mind and it becomes the crux of the story so I write it, even if I must write different chapters separately. My ideas come from anything; a book by Mircea Eliade on shamanism or a gothic piece of music, to folklore and myth and of course my own strange mind.I try to write every day sometimes a lot, sometimes little, but I keep myself busy, otherwise I can get complacent, then the process becomes harder.
What do you like to do when you're not writing? Any hobbies?
I’m odd, I love astronomy, and discovering the latest theories on parallel universes, I love botany, discovering the medicinal properties of herbs and their ancient usage, think of books on ayahuasca experiences and such.I love exploring other cultures and their food and just being nosy about everything around me. I try to remember to be social as I am very aware that I am eccentric even though I’m just 26.
Are you working on another book?
Yes, on my third book, I think it will be slightly different in the genre, perhaps softer, and that shows the evolution of my writing. It’s still full of folkloric themes that I just can’t get enough of, it’s like dark modern fairytales, less dark than my second book but explores my eastern European roots.I have a collection of dialogues that I intend to publish someday but that’s a project for later.
The Shadow Crucible: The Blind God by T. M. Lakomy
In a world where angels, demons, and gods fight over the possession of mortal souls, two conflicted pawns are ensnared in a cruel game. The enigmatic seer Estella finds herself thrown together with Count Mikhail, a dogmatic Templar dedicated to subjugating her kind. But when a corrupted cardinal and puppet king begin a systematic genocide of her people, the two become unlikely allies.Taking humanity back to their primordial beliefs and fears, Estella confronts Mikhail’s faith by revealing the true horror of the lucrative trade in human souls. All organized religions are shops orchestrated to consume mankind. Every deity, religion, and spiritual guide has been corrupted, and each claims to have the monopoly on truth and salvation.
In a perilous game where the truth is distorted and meddling ancient deities converge to partake of the unseen battle, Estella unwittingly finds herself hunted by Lucifer. Traversing the edge of hell’s precipice, Estella and Mikhail are reduced to mere instruments. Their only means to overcome is through courting the Threefold Death, the ancient ritual of apotheosis—of man becoming God.
The Shadow Crucible: The Blind God is available for pre-order on Amazon
Author Bio:
T. M. Lakomy is an archaeologist, specialising in the occult practices of indigenous people. She grew up in a marabout culture, with witchdoctors and tribal traditions, which fuelled her to delve deeper into the mystic beliefs of people.She blended ancient gnostic beliefs into her novel, bringing back ancient deities who fight over the rulership of human souls, and the main themes are apotheosis and pulling back the veil.
February 1, 2017
Drabble Wednesday: Scavengers
Today on Drabble Wednesday walk among the carrion and join the devourers, the eaters of the dead...
Reclamation Duty
You know the worst part of this gig? The smell. Not what I imagined. I figured it would be the process itself. Loading the flesh, hauling everything to the factory. Watching it be ground up, knowing what went into the general food supply. I figured that would get to me. Funny, it didn’t. Guess you can adapt to anything. But the smell. Some of those bodies plain reeked... human decomposition has an odor let me tell you. I’m just glad this job came with real food perks. No way I wanted to eat that processed stuff they feed most people.
~*~
Crow
Her stilted gait picked its way past the corpses, her body hunched, her bobbing head tilted to one side. Her feathered head ruffled in the breeze, and her yellow eyes darted across the battlefield, looking. Where, where? Which one, which one? Her bony arms fluttered slightly. A movement echoed by the hoards of her kind waddling their way through the dead. Each one searching, like her, for their perfect carcass. Suddenly, she stopped. She sniffed the air. There, there. He’s the one. Like many of her fellows, she trundled over to a fallen warrior, knelt down and began to feast.
~*~
Soul Stalker
I hunt for a living. It ain’t pretty, no glory, no adventure. It’s boring, mostly, just waiting around. Stalking some poor hapless oaf, following him until he dies. That’s the only fun part, after the person kicks off.I can smell them you see, humans about to die. Doesn’t matter if they’re sick, or about to be murdered, or hit by a bus. The stench of impending death clings like maggots on a rotting corpse. So I wait. For their last breath. Then I swoop in, a nameless shadow, and devour their soul. That’s the prize. Humans are so delicious.
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
Reclamation Duty
You know the worst part of this gig? The smell. Not what I imagined. I figured it would be the process itself. Loading the flesh, hauling everything to the factory. Watching it be ground up, knowing what went into the general food supply. I figured that would get to me. Funny, it didn’t. Guess you can adapt to anything. But the smell. Some of those bodies plain reeked... human decomposition has an odor let me tell you. I’m just glad this job came with real food perks. No way I wanted to eat that processed stuff they feed most people.
~*~
Crow
Her stilted gait picked its way past the corpses, her body hunched, her bobbing head tilted to one side. Her feathered head ruffled in the breeze, and her yellow eyes darted across the battlefield, looking. Where, where? Which one, which one? Her bony arms fluttered slightly. A movement echoed by the hoards of her kind waddling their way through the dead. Each one searching, like her, for their perfect carcass. Suddenly, she stopped. She sniffed the air. There, there. He’s the one. Like many of her fellows, she trundled over to a fallen warrior, knelt down and began to feast.
~*~
Soul Stalker
I hunt for a living. It ain’t pretty, no glory, no adventure. It’s boring, mostly, just waiting around. Stalking some poor hapless oaf, following him until he dies. That’s the only fun part, after the person kicks off.I can smell them you see, humans about to die. Doesn’t matter if they’re sick, or about to be murdered, or hit by a bus. The stench of impending death clings like maggots on a rotting corpse. So I wait. For their last breath. Then I swoop in, a nameless shadow, and devour their soul. That’s the prize. Humans are so delicious.
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
January 25, 2017
Drabble Wednesday: Deception
Today on Drabble Wednesday, things may not be what they seem... Beware deceivers and tricksters.
The Forever Promise
Ashes and dust. I leaned against the tree, unable to look back at the house, knowing what I had done. The consequence of what I set in motion. I never expected to be happy here. I sighed, and straightened my spine. None of it mattered now. Soon everything will be over. My duty kept and my oath sealed to fate. “Anora! There you are.” The sweet voice of my husband. I turned and smiled. Always the deceiver. He loves me. I love him. That will change soon. My curse will descend tonight and doom us both to a living hell.
~*~
Don’t Con the Wrong Guy
We made a big mistake It was supposed to be a quick job. In and out. Scam the rich guy of some money and hightail it. My partner and I figured it for an easy job on an easy mark. Like I said, we made a big mistake. It started same as always, lay on the lies and watch the sucker fall for it. Only... he never quite showed the money. Always with the excuse. He played us. Isn’t that funny? Now my partner’s dead, and I’m being hunted. Seems Loki doesn’t like it when you attempt to swindle him.
~*~
Upstanding Citizen
I straightened the plaque on the wall. An award I accepted at last night’s fund raiser dinner for a local charity. I smiled. Humanitarian of the Year. Another one for my collection. Throw some money at the right people and they reward you with shiny engraved metal fastened on a bit of polished wood. But they never look closely at who you really are.They should. For I picked up something for my other collection last night as well. A pretty dark-eyed something called Sylvie. Only she’s not so pretty this morning.The dead never are. And Sylvie’s very dead.
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
The Forever Promise
Ashes and dust. I leaned against the tree, unable to look back at the house, knowing what I had done. The consequence of what I set in motion. I never expected to be happy here. I sighed, and straightened my spine. None of it mattered now. Soon everything will be over. My duty kept and my oath sealed to fate. “Anora! There you are.” The sweet voice of my husband. I turned and smiled. Always the deceiver. He loves me. I love him. That will change soon. My curse will descend tonight and doom us both to a living hell.
~*~
Don’t Con the Wrong Guy
We made a big mistake It was supposed to be a quick job. In and out. Scam the rich guy of some money and hightail it. My partner and I figured it for an easy job on an easy mark. Like I said, we made a big mistake. It started same as always, lay on the lies and watch the sucker fall for it. Only... he never quite showed the money. Always with the excuse. He played us. Isn’t that funny? Now my partner’s dead, and I’m being hunted. Seems Loki doesn’t like it when you attempt to swindle him.
~*~
Upstanding Citizen
I straightened the plaque on the wall. An award I accepted at last night’s fund raiser dinner for a local charity. I smiled. Humanitarian of the Year. Another one for my collection. Throw some money at the right people and they reward you with shiny engraved metal fastened on a bit of polished wood. But they never look closely at who you really are.They should. For I picked up something for my other collection last night as well. A pretty dark-eyed something called Sylvie. Only she’s not so pretty this morning.The dead never are. And Sylvie’s very dead.
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
January 24, 2017
Fireside Chat with Havoc from The Hunters Saga
Today Are You Afraid of the Dark joins the blog tour for The Hunters Saga by Heidi Angell with a Fireside Chat. Our always delightful fictional interviewer Richard Dale sits down with Havoc, werewolf and vampire hunter. Take it away Richard...
Fireside Chat with Havoc
“Welcome everyone, to another Fireside Chat. I’m Richard Dale, your host. Today, our guest is the werewolf Havoc, hunter of rogue vampires and partner to Fury. Welcome Havoc.” Richard Dale holds out a hand in greeting.
Havoc grips Richard’s forearm and gives a solid shake. “Thank you for allowing me this opportunity to defend myself.”
“Why don’t we begin with some details of your life. Exactly who is Havoc?”
Havoc tilts his head quizzically, thinking of an answer. Richard gives him a prompting look as he is taking quite some time. “I am the son of Keezheekoni, and grew up as son to the Alpha in our pack, Niigaanii. After my father’s death, I was not prepared to be Alpha. I could not submit to another, so I became a lone wolf.”Havoc gazes into the distance, lost in his thoughts. A gentle clearing of Richard’s throat brings Havoc around. “That is when I joined Fury in her quest to track down an ancient vampire, Malich, who is… well, as all vampires, a rather dire creature. I do not know why Fury wants his head so badly, but I get to kill vampires, so I cannot object.”
Richard Dale smiles. “So, how does one become a vampire hunter? Did you seek it out, or did the opportunity come to you? And what role did your Counsel play in your decision, if any?”
Havoc laughs uncomfortably. “I do not think anyone chooses to be a vampire hunter. Each person I have met in this life lost a great deal to the vampires. That is why they do what they do. Fury and I are apparently in a lot of trouble with the Counsel because they have signed a peace treaty with the vampires. They are ignoring vampires who blatantly risk the lives of all supernatural beings, by risking exposure.”
“Fascinating. On a more personal note, what is your fondest childhood memory?”
Havoc swallows, visibly upset. He swallows again, trying to get control of his emotion. “My fondest memory was the first time I turned. My Alpha was there. He helped me with the transition, kept me safe, and showed me that despite the pain, being a Were doesn’t have to be horrible.”
Richard leans forward slightly. “How was your relationship with your father, and how did his death affect you?”
“Beyond the fact that he was an exceptional Alpha, who led with a light paw. As a father, he was larger than life. He..” Havoc clears his throat. “He was everything I hope to be one day. Patient, kind, wise, generous. I really lost my way after he died.”
“I see. Do you think this shaped the way you deal with your present relationships? Your bond with Fury, for instance, or your connection with your fellow werewolves, Screvin and Avie?”
“Well, he certainly taught me patience. I hope I can teach Screvin the same. I need a lot of patience to handle Fury. I never intended to become Avie’s Alpha. But I have tried to lead Avie and Screvin through their transitions with a light paw. Being a Were is difficult enough, without having an Alpha who takes advantage of their position. Unfortunately, that has caused… conflicts between Fury and me. I really do not know how my father did it.”
A sudden interruption of clinking cups halts the conversation, as a distinguished gentleman enters the room carrying a tea tray.
“Ah, I believe it’s time for some refreshment. Impeccable timing, Jenkins. I’m parched.” Richard turns to Havoc.“Meet our indispensable butler. Jenkins, this is our guest, Havoc.”
“A pleasure, sir. I have a lovely Oolongtea today, as well as coffee. And some scones fresh from the oven. Would you care for a cup and a bite to eat?” Jenkins sets the tray down and waits.
Havoc nods nervously, noting the silver tongs for the sugar with vague unease. “Coffee is fine, thank you.”
Richard nods politely, thrumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. “I’ll take the tea. And one scone.”
Jenkins pours two cups, serves both men, before retreating.
Richard Dale takes a sip of his tea and asks, “Have your feelings and loyalties changed towards the Counsel? Now that they are hunting you?”
“Well, I am sure that there is simply a misunderstanding. If Fury and I could simply speak with them, without the vampire faction intervening, then I am sure they would agree that their actions are unwarranted. That is how I was hoping you could help.”
“I’m not sure what sway I have, but you never know who pays attention to these little chats of mine.” Richard smiled, somewhat smugly and with a touch of pompous mystery. “The Council can be a stubborn authority. And speaking of such, what is your view of authority in general? Are you a conformist, or a bit of a rebel?”
“I respect…” Havoc hesitates, searching for the right words. “I respect authority when it is wielded wisely, for the good of all. I think that is the Counsel’s intention, and I feel that they must be warned about what is really happening.”
Richard nodded. “True. The paranormal realm can be highly dangerous. So who is your worst enemy? And your best friend?”
"I am my own worst enemy. Fury is my best friend."
“And for the final question, where do you see your life headed? In terms of relationships, goals, even survival?”
“As I have been trying to explain. We must get message to the Counsel so that they call off this foolish wolf-hunt. If you can get word to them, then we may have a chance. If we can appear before them, we can explain the situation and I am sure that they will understand.”
“Thank you, Havoc, for agreeing to this interview.” Richard Dale leans back into his chair with a sigh. Then he flashes a smile. “I’m sure the Council will hear of this.”
~*~
The Hunters Saga
The Hunters by Heidi AngellWhat would you do if you found your town had been infested with vampires? For Chris and his brother Lucas, the answer was simple enough: you fight back. Gathering a small band of other people in their town who have been affected by the vampires, they begin a resistance. But after a year of fighting, they have only managed to kill a handful, while the vampire leader has turned five times that many.
Then two enigmatic strangers appear, changing the group’s lives even further.
Fury and Havoc. They call themselves hunters, and want no part in this little band of heroes. Ordering them to lay low, the duo vow to rid their town of vampires. When Fury is injured, Chris aides these strangers, entwining his future with theirs.
Now that the vampires know the hunters are here, and that Chris and his friends have helped them, the group is in more danger than ever before. Lucas is torn between protecting his new family from the vampires, and protecting them from these seemingly inhuman beings who say they are there to help.
After all, what beings could be so powerful as to scare a vampire?
The Hunters is available on: Amazon Smashwords
The Hunted by Heidi Angell
The highly-anticipated sequel to The Hunters Saga.
Now The Hunters become the hunted.
Follow Fury, Havoc and Screvin as they track down the Werewolf who turned Screvin and try to help her come to terms with what she is. Things are going better than expected with Avie, then the Counsel comes after them. Now the hunters have become the hunted.
Releases February 18th.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Heidi Angell is a bibliophile, lexicomaniac and wordsmith. She is the author of The Hunters Series, The Clear Angel Chronicles, and The Hell School Series. She also created Royal Prince Vince, and Creative Exercises to Inspire. When she is not reading and writing, she can be found spending quality time with her lovely family camping, hiking, swimming, or watching movies.
Learn more at her website www.heidiangell.comWant to get to know Heidi better? Follow her on Goodreads, Instagram, or join her e-newsletter to get weekly emails that show Heidi’s reader side with author interviews, book reviews, and other awesome bookish fun!
Like to see more of The Hunters Saga? Check out the tour dates!
Tour List:
1/13 Announcing the Tour at www.heidiangell.com 1/14 Character Spotlight of Chris for Linda Bloodworth’s blog. 1/15 Why My vampires don't Sparkle on Notes Around the Bend 1/15 Reading by Fiatcelebrity on Twitch My reading begins at 2 hours 8 minutes.1/16 Character Spotlight of Carissa for L.Ryals 1/18 I am participating in Lyndsey Harper’s The Fell Facebook Party. Come by and learn more about The Hunters Saga.1/19 Character Spotlight of Terah on Notes Around the Bend 1/20 A Brief History of Vampires http://www.alteredinstinct.com/ 1/21 Book spotlight and review of The Hunters from Andy Peloquin 1/22 Character Spotlight for Lucas on Kanundra’s blog1/23 Interview with Timothy Bateson1/24 (Character Spotlight) Fireside chat with Havoc and Richard Dale1/25 Youtube Live talk with Joshua Robertson
1/28 Guest Post: A Brief History of Werewolves on Timothy Bateson’s blog1/29 Character Spotlight: Screvin on Joshua Robertson’s blog.1/30 Meet a Writer 1/31 Interview on Author First Radio at 7 pm EST.2/1 A book review on N.W. Moors Blog.2/3 Interview on Tom Falwell’s blog2/6 Excerpts on Mary Woldering’s Blog2/9 Book pre-release announcement on Magic of Stories.2/12 Author interview on Behind the Pages2/14 My Bloody Valentine Facebook Hop with A.F. Stewart.2/17-2/19 Facebook Celebration for the Launch of The Hunted2/15 Interview with author Michael Dellert.2/16 Coffee Break with Joe of Go Indie Now.2/18 Guest Post Man’s Fascination with Immortality on Andy Peloquin’s blog.2/20 Author interview with Daniel M. Quilter.2/24 Author interview with Adan Ramie2/25 Book review on Notes Around the Bend3/1 Nerd Wisdom with Daniel M. Quilter.
January 21, 2017
Book Spotlight: Child of the Night Guild by Andy Peloquin
Today I have a spotlight on the new dark fantasy release, Child of the Night Guild by Andy Peloquin, first novel in the Queen of Thieves series. I have a look at the book and the author, plus an excerpt. Enjoy.
Child of the Night Guild (Queen of Thieves Book 1) by Andy Peloquin
"They killed my parents. They took my name. They imprisoned me in darkness. I would not be broken."
Viola, a child sold to pay her father's debts, has lost everything: her mother, her home, and her identity. Thrown into a life among criminals, she has no time for grief as she endures the brutal training of an apprentice thief. The Night Guild molds an innocent waif into a cunning, agile outlaw skilled in the thieves' trade. She has only one choice: steal enough to pay her debts.
The cutthroat streets of Praamis will test her mettle, and she must learn to dodge the City Guards or swing from a hangman's rope. But a more dangerous foe lurks within the guild walls. A sadistic rival apprentice, threatened by her strength, is out for blood.
What hope does one girl have in a world of ruthless men?
Child of the Night Guild can be found at:
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Excerpt from Child of the Night Guild
"Are you sure you're doing it right, Seven?"Seven scrunched her face, concentrating hard. "I'm doing it just like he showed us, Three. See?" She attempted to snatch the purse. Three patted the oversized waistcoat Master Velvet had given him."I could still feel it. So you're doing something wrong." Frustration mounting, Seven tried again, doing exactly as Master Velvet had taught them. Walk toward the mark. Bump into him. Dip two fingers into his pocket to hook the purse. Apologize to the mark and touch him with my free hand. Hide the purse in my palm and hurry away.He shook his head. "That time, too. I can feel you pulling the purse out when you move away. Maybe you need to do it faster.""I can't do it faster, Three. Not yet, at least." Seven clenched her fists in frustration.He held up a hand. "It's okay, Seven. Give it time. You'll get it.""Here." She threw him the bulging, cloth-stuffed purse. "Let me try again." Even as she tugged the purse free, the look on Three's face told her she'd failed. Her friend shrugged. "Still felt it."Seven ground her teeth. Master Velvet said this is supposed to be easy. So why can't I get it right? Three tugged the vest over his head. "Let's give the bump a break for a moment." He pulled a dun-colored cloak around his shoulders. "What say we give the snatch a try?"Seven nodded. The snatch required timing and dexterity, but she'd grown adept at it. She walked toward Three, brushed against his cloak, and lifted the purse from the hidden pocket, all without breaking stride. Three's eyes widened. "Damn, Seven. I didn't feel a thing!"She beamed. "Well, at least there's one thing I'm good at."Master Velvet strode up behind her and took her small, muddy hands. "You've got good finger-work, tyro." He ran his calloused hands over her fingers. "They're quick and nimble. With the right training, you could become quite the purse collector.""Thank you, Master Velvet." She flushed at his praise. It was the first full compliment she'd ever heard pass his lips. "Keep it up, Seven. Three." With a nod, he moved to the next pair of tyros.Three slapped her on the shoulder. "Look at that! You're getting there.""Yeah. Now if only I could get the bump down properly." She held out her arms. "Here, give me the vest and cloak. You've got to practice, too."As Three passed her the clothing, Twelve's shout echoed through the Menagerie. "Damn it! You're doing it wrong, you stupid sack of shite."Two met Twelve's glare without a trace of fear. "How in the Keeper's name can I be doing it wrong, Twelve?" Two was taller than Twelve, though not as broad. "I'm standing here in this vest. You’re supposed to be pulling the damned purse.""Well…" Twelve faltered, his face reddening. With a snarl, he threw the purse in Two's face and stormed off.Three snorted. "Looks like he's not doing much better than you are, Seven."Seven glared at her friend. "That's not saying much for me, you know. With those fat sausage fingers, he can barely fit his hands in the pocket.""There you go." He gave her a broad grin. "You've got the advantage, at least over him. Just give it time and you'll get better at it."She rolled her eyes. "Well, let's see how good youare." "I'll bet you a peach I can do the bump better than you.""You're on!"
Vicious, ruthless criminals are made, not born. Child of the Night Guild—an insight into the transformation from innocent child to thief and killer.
Author Bio:
Andy Peloquin: Lover of All Things Dark and Mysterious
"I am, first and foremost, a storyteller and an artist--words are my palette. Fantasy is my genre of choice, and I love to explore the darker side of human nature through the filter of fantasy heroes, villains, and everything in between. I'm also a freelance writer, a book lover, and a guy who just loves to meet new people and spend hours talking about my fascination for the worlds I encounter in the pages of fantasy novels.
Fantasy provides us with an escape, a way to forget about our mundane problems and step into worlds where anything is possible. It transcends age, gender, religion, race, or lifestyle--it is our way of believing what cannot be, delving into the unknowable, and discovering hidden truths about ourselves and our world in a brand new way. Fiction at its very best!"
A Few of His Favorite Things
Favorite Books: The Gentlemen Bastards by Scott Lynch, The Stormlight Archives by Brandon Sanderson, Sherlock Holmes by A.C. Doyle, Warlord of Mars by E.R. Burroughs
Favorite Songs: Wrong Side of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch, Prayer by Disturbed, I'm an Albatraoz by AronChupa, Look Down from Les Miserables, Shatter Me by Lindsay Sterling and Lizzi Hale
Favorite Movies: 300, Red Cliff, Shoot Em Up, Love Actually, Princess Bride
Favorite Comics: Anything with Deadpool, Wolverine or Doop in it
Favorite Foods: Hot Wings, Meat-Lover's Salad, A good sandwich (made by me), Yaki Soba, Sushi
Favorite TV Shows: The Flash, Daredevil, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Hawaii Five-0, Brooklyn 99, Firefly (too soon!), The Last Ship, The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones
Website: http://www.andypeloquin.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/AndyPeloquin Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/andyqpeloquinAmazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/andypeloquin
January 19, 2017
Book Spotlight: The Fell by Lyndsey Harper
Today we are pleased to feature a new release, the dark fantasy novel, The Fell, the debut book from author Lyndsey Harper. There is a sneak peek at the book with an excerpt, plus a short interview with the author. Enjoy!
The Fell (The Naetan Lance Saga Book 1) by Lyndsey Harper
After the brutal death of his mentor, Leer Boxwell's only desire is vengeance. However, his belief that the murderer is the mythical Grimbarror has made him the laughing stock of the Vale. When Leer witnesses the beast steal away the princess in an unexpected attack on the royal city, he volunteers to hunt the creature. Battling self-doubt and ridicule, while struggling to control a mysterious power within that he does not fully understand, Leer must decide whether his convictions are worth the sacrifice the Fell demands.
The Fell is available at Amazon
Excerpt:
A hush fell over the inn; the fiddle music screeched to an abrupt halt. Bilby’s eyes narrowed. “What did you say?” he asked.“I said,” Leer repeated, “I wish to know everything you know about the Grimbarror.”Callous laughter exploded through the men and few barmaids present, ripples of mockery piercing Leer’s ears.“You well-washed loon,” Bilby cackled, slapping his knee through his amusement. “You wish to hear fairy tales, is that it?”Leer’s jaw flexed as he clamped his molars together. “I seek the truth.”“Hah!” Bilby screeched. “Would you like a cup of warm milk to go with your bedtime story, Boy?”Leer squeezed his eyes shut briefly, trying to push away the reverberating voices around him. “Are you, or are you not, the Marcus Bilby that Finnigan Lance spoke of?” he demanded. “The one whose life he saved?”Another wave of eerie silence fell over the inn. Bilby leaned in, gripping the table with white knuckles. “What name did you say?” he asked.“Finnigan Lance,” Leer enunciated.“Curse you for speaking that name,” Bilby snarled, spitting on the ground.“Cheating scoundrel, he was,” a man bellowed from the rear of the crowd.“Nothin’ but a drink bloated habbersnitch.” another agreed.“You’d better have good reason for speaking that name in this place, Boy,” Bilby warned, leaning forward.“He wasn’t a cheat,” Leer snapped. “You peddled furs with him. You worked with him, and he saved your life from insurgents. And I do believe you owe him a favor.”A murmur trickled through the crowd, sending Bilby into visible panic as his peers reacted to the revelation.“And what?” Bilby retorted with a scoff. “Lance has come back from the dead to claim it?”Leer’s jaw flexed. Finnigan’s death was still fresh in his mind; it had not been long since he found his bloodied, mauled corpse. “Nay. You’ll pay your debt to him through answering my questions.”Bilby’s eyes narrowed. “And just who are you to lay claim to any favors?”Leer held his gaze. “His son.”
Interview with Lyndsey Harper
Please tell us your name and a little bit about yourself.
Hi! My name is Lyndsey Harper, and I write dark fantasy. I love stories with magic and grit. I’m a wife, a mom, and I work in a theatre when I’m not writing.
How old were you when you started writing? When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I have been writing ever since I can remember. It started with a newsletter I wrote each month for my next-door neighbor about my pet rabbit, and then turned into poetry, fan fiction, songs, and eventually original work. I didn’t always want to write, though, despite my natural inclination toward it. My mother saw my future in writing well before I did. When I was younger, writing wasn’t glamorous enough for me. I thought it would be a boring career choice. Can you imagine, writing as a boring occupation? (LOL) It wasn’t really until high school that I embraced writing fully.
What would you say motivates you to keep writing?
The first is my daughter. Plenty of times, she’s actually a writing “hindrance,” so to speak. Still, my writing as an adult started full-swing when she was first born, and I keep going to show her that she, too, can achieve her dreams with hard work. Secondly, the characters themselves keep me going. If it’s not a character I’m familiar with that’s bugging me, it’s a new one waiting to be written. There are people in my head, and they won’t be quiet. ;) The last thing is caffeine – caffeine most definitely motivates me.
Who are some of your favorite authors?
What are you currently reading (or what is the last book you read)? C.S. Lewis is a long-time favorite. I adore his work. I love Dan Brown’s writing style and his pacing. Right now, I’ve got quite a few books started. “Unclaimed” by Laurie Wetzel, “Crimson Bayou” by Alizabeth Lynn, and “The Shadow Revolution” by Clay and Susan Griffith.
What is the title of your current work in progress of the most recent manuscript you’ve completed?
My debut novel is entitled, “The Fell.” It’s the first installment of The Naetan Lance Saga.
What is your novel’s genre? Would you say there is a sub-genre? What makes yours different than other books in the same genre?
My book falls into the dark fantasy genre, with a sword and sorcery feel to it. I think what sets “The Fell” apart is how it uses concepts from dystopian and sci-fi works and weaves it into a medieval fantasy setting. And that’s pretty much all I can say without spoiling it. ;)
What inspired the current or most recent story you’ve completed?
There were a few inspiration sources for “The Fell,” namely “The X-Files” for its grit and mystery, and the conflict of defining truth. I also drew inspiration from “Star Wars,” and ancient Greek tragedies for character interactions, some themes, and backgrounds. I looked a lot to Scandinavian and Nordic geographies and cultural elements while writing, and that is reflected a lot in the story.
How do you come up with your character names and geographic location / business names?
Naming comes from a combination of research and browsing. I pick names that speak to me, either for what they remind me of, or for what they mean. About 90% of the time, I used a slightly different method for naming the creatures in my story: I would look at what animal or insect was the closest to what I saw in my mind, and see the number of syllables each name had. Then, I would base the new name off of a characteristic of the “real” animal or insect, using however many syllables I had. If I didn’t apply that method, then the names derived from just a characteristic, or from completely unrelated “nonsensical” words that stuck with me for whatever odd reason. For locations, I based a lot of the geography off Scandinavian and Nordic landscapes, so I played with consonant and vowel arrangements often seen in those areas.
What is the quirkiest thing you do or have ever done when writing?
I have had my husband stand in and move through physical motions with me, especially for a battle scene. It really helps to make sure the movements are realistic. I also read dialogue aloud a lot, which is a little embarrassing.
Author Bio:
Lyndsey is a brilliant author you’ve likely never heard of, Superwife, and award-winning mother living life in leggings in the expensive and overcrowded state of New Jersey. She is fluent in Spanglish and Sarcasm and enjoys watching Arrow, Supernatural, Psych, and The X-Files repeatedly. You can find her either in the grocery store buying laundry detergent, Tylenol, and cat litter, hovering near her Keurig coffee brewer, or shaking her fist at the heavens in front of her computer. Occasionally, you may spot her on the beach or out shopping (when she actually has money to spare). However, you should avoid approaching her at such times as she is likely enjoying a rare moment of relaxation and can become moody if interrupted. If you decide to engage her during any one of these activities, approach with caution and a sizable cup of Starbucks in hand to avoid any ill effects.
You can find her on:
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The Fell (The Naetan Lance Saga Book 1) by Lyndsey Harper
After the brutal death of his mentor, Leer Boxwell's only desire is vengeance. However, his belief that the murderer is the mythical Grimbarror has made him the laughing stock of the Vale. When Leer witnesses the beast steal away the princess in an unexpected attack on the royal city, he volunteers to hunt the creature. Battling self-doubt and ridicule, while struggling to control a mysterious power within that he does not fully understand, Leer must decide whether his convictions are worth the sacrifice the Fell demands.
The Fell is available at Amazon
Excerpt:
A hush fell over the inn; the fiddle music screeched to an abrupt halt. Bilby’s eyes narrowed. “What did you say?” he asked.“I said,” Leer repeated, “I wish to know everything you know about the Grimbarror.”Callous laughter exploded through the men and few barmaids present, ripples of mockery piercing Leer’s ears.“You well-washed loon,” Bilby cackled, slapping his knee through his amusement. “You wish to hear fairy tales, is that it?”Leer’s jaw flexed as he clamped his molars together. “I seek the truth.”“Hah!” Bilby screeched. “Would you like a cup of warm milk to go with your bedtime story, Boy?”Leer squeezed his eyes shut briefly, trying to push away the reverberating voices around him. “Are you, or are you not, the Marcus Bilby that Finnigan Lance spoke of?” he demanded. “The one whose life he saved?”Another wave of eerie silence fell over the inn. Bilby leaned in, gripping the table with white knuckles. “What name did you say?” he asked.“Finnigan Lance,” Leer enunciated.“Curse you for speaking that name,” Bilby snarled, spitting on the ground.“Cheating scoundrel, he was,” a man bellowed from the rear of the crowd.“Nothin’ but a drink bloated habbersnitch.” another agreed.“You’d better have good reason for speaking that name in this place, Boy,” Bilby warned, leaning forward.“He wasn’t a cheat,” Leer snapped. “You peddled furs with him. You worked with him, and he saved your life from insurgents. And I do believe you owe him a favor.”A murmur trickled through the crowd, sending Bilby into visible panic as his peers reacted to the revelation.“And what?” Bilby retorted with a scoff. “Lance has come back from the dead to claim it?”Leer’s jaw flexed. Finnigan’s death was still fresh in his mind; it had not been long since he found his bloodied, mauled corpse. “Nay. You’ll pay your debt to him through answering my questions.”Bilby’s eyes narrowed. “And just who are you to lay claim to any favors?”Leer held his gaze. “His son.”
Interview with Lyndsey Harper
Please tell us your name and a little bit about yourself.
Hi! My name is Lyndsey Harper, and I write dark fantasy. I love stories with magic and grit. I’m a wife, a mom, and I work in a theatre when I’m not writing.
How old were you when you started writing? When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I have been writing ever since I can remember. It started with a newsletter I wrote each month for my next-door neighbor about my pet rabbit, and then turned into poetry, fan fiction, songs, and eventually original work. I didn’t always want to write, though, despite my natural inclination toward it. My mother saw my future in writing well before I did. When I was younger, writing wasn’t glamorous enough for me. I thought it would be a boring career choice. Can you imagine, writing as a boring occupation? (LOL) It wasn’t really until high school that I embraced writing fully.
What would you say motivates you to keep writing?
The first is my daughter. Plenty of times, she’s actually a writing “hindrance,” so to speak. Still, my writing as an adult started full-swing when she was first born, and I keep going to show her that she, too, can achieve her dreams with hard work. Secondly, the characters themselves keep me going. If it’s not a character I’m familiar with that’s bugging me, it’s a new one waiting to be written. There are people in my head, and they won’t be quiet. ;) The last thing is caffeine – caffeine most definitely motivates me.
Who are some of your favorite authors?
What are you currently reading (or what is the last book you read)? C.S. Lewis is a long-time favorite. I adore his work. I love Dan Brown’s writing style and his pacing. Right now, I’ve got quite a few books started. “Unclaimed” by Laurie Wetzel, “Crimson Bayou” by Alizabeth Lynn, and “The Shadow Revolution” by Clay and Susan Griffith.
What is the title of your current work in progress of the most recent manuscript you’ve completed?
My debut novel is entitled, “The Fell.” It’s the first installment of The Naetan Lance Saga.
What is your novel’s genre? Would you say there is a sub-genre? What makes yours different than other books in the same genre?
My book falls into the dark fantasy genre, with a sword and sorcery feel to it. I think what sets “The Fell” apart is how it uses concepts from dystopian and sci-fi works and weaves it into a medieval fantasy setting. And that’s pretty much all I can say without spoiling it. ;)
What inspired the current or most recent story you’ve completed?
There were a few inspiration sources for “The Fell,” namely “The X-Files” for its grit and mystery, and the conflict of defining truth. I also drew inspiration from “Star Wars,” and ancient Greek tragedies for character interactions, some themes, and backgrounds. I looked a lot to Scandinavian and Nordic geographies and cultural elements while writing, and that is reflected a lot in the story.
How do you come up with your character names and geographic location / business names?
Naming comes from a combination of research and browsing. I pick names that speak to me, either for what they remind me of, or for what they mean. About 90% of the time, I used a slightly different method for naming the creatures in my story: I would look at what animal or insect was the closest to what I saw in my mind, and see the number of syllables each name had. Then, I would base the new name off of a characteristic of the “real” animal or insect, using however many syllables I had. If I didn’t apply that method, then the names derived from just a characteristic, or from completely unrelated “nonsensical” words that stuck with me for whatever odd reason. For locations, I based a lot of the geography off Scandinavian and Nordic landscapes, so I played with consonant and vowel arrangements often seen in those areas.
What is the quirkiest thing you do or have ever done when writing?
I have had my husband stand in and move through physical motions with me, especially for a battle scene. It really helps to make sure the movements are realistic. I also read dialogue aloud a lot, which is a little embarrassing.
Author Bio:
Lyndsey is a brilliant author you’ve likely never heard of, Superwife, and award-winning mother living life in leggings in the expensive and overcrowded state of New Jersey. She is fluent in Spanglish and Sarcasm and enjoys watching Arrow, Supernatural, Psych, and The X-Files repeatedly. You can find her either in the grocery store buying laundry detergent, Tylenol, and cat litter, hovering near her Keurig coffee brewer, or shaking her fist at the heavens in front of her computer. Occasionally, you may spot her on the beach or out shopping (when she actually has money to spare). However, you should avoid approaching her at such times as she is likely enjoying a rare moment of relaxation and can become moody if interrupted. If you decide to engage her during any one of these activities, approach with caution and a sizable cup of Starbucks in hand to avoid any ill effects.You can find her on:
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