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September 5, 2020
New WIP
The new WIP I started on August 26th is already at 18k words, and has a cover. I may have a cover addiction?
Here’s an excerpt from the new story
“The first day I came,” she said, speaking slowly, “you told me sthat the weapon wasn’t meant to kill Draven, but to save him.”
“Did I?” He looked interested. “I have no memory of it, you know.”
“You don’t have to remember it to know it is true,” she said. “Why did you say it? You said that is how Jalen meant it.”
“Some things are better to remain unknown,” he said. “Besides, as I said, nothing is set in stone. Whatever Jalen meant, you are your own person, and you can make your own choices. If you choose to use your powers to kill Draven, you still make Jalen’s words true.”
“But not if I walk away,” she said.
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New WIP
The new WIP I started on August 26th is already at 18k words, and has a cover. I may have a cover addiction?
Here’s an excerpt from the new story
“The first day I came,” she said, speaking slowly, “you told me sthat the weapon wasn’t meant to kill Draven, but to save him.”
“Did I?” He looked interested. “I have no memory of it, you know.”
“You don’t have to remember it to know it is true,” she said. “Why did you say it? You said that is how Jalen meant it.”
“Some things are better to remain unknown,” he said. “Besides, as I said, nothing is set in stone. Whatever Jalen meant, you are your own person, and you can make your own choices. If you choose to use your powers to kill Draven, you still make Jalen’s words true.”
“But not if I walk away,” she said.
“As I said twice already, nothing is said in stone, not time, not Jalen’s words.”
“I can’t just walk away when Draven is still there,” she said.
He made no answer, only looked at her with his unfathomable eyes and that expression of curiosity on his face.
“Why did you say I was meant to save him?” she asked again.
“Don’t you know?” His voice was gentle, his tone chiding. “I never took you for someone who would lie to yourself.”
She was aware of the blood leaving her face. “I don’t,” She managed to croak, her voice almost failing her. “I couldn’t let myself think it when I was there, and I got used to that… but… it changes nothing. I hate him, and I want him dead.”
“You can hate him, and want him dead and still want to save him.” Shyontin said softly.
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New Releases
Deathless Ones is due to release on September 16. Don’t forget that it is already available for pre-order from a lot of different sites. Unfortunately, amazon doesn’t allow for pre-order for books not published through them. But you can still get your pre-order in Apple, Kobo and lots of other sites
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September 2, 2020
New Releases
Deathless Ones is due to release on September 16. Don’t forget that it is already available for pre-order from a lot of different sites. Unfortunately, amazon doesn’t allow for pre-order for books not published through them. But you can still get your pre-order in Apple, Kobo and lots of other sites
Get your copies here
Paperback pre-order is available here
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July 28, 2020
The Elitist Supremacy
The Elitist is now available in both e-book and paperback.
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Here’s a sneak peek:
“Mr. Selwood!” The urgency of Quinn’s voice warned him as he flung himself on the nearest person who was Dylan, shouting, “Get down!”
The window glass exploded, raining down shards on them.
“Quinn!” he hissed. “Initiate emergency lockdown!”
This was why he had chosen this house for John when he had told Alexander he was coming back to Prith. Not all houses on Prith had the feature, but every single one that he owned did. When John had bought the house from him, Alexander had ensured that he wouldn’t remove the feature.
Heavy metallic shutters appeared over the doors and windows, and Alexander straightened. John and Aria lay where they fell, spikes buried in their backs, John lying half on top of his wife where he had hurled himself to protect her. Nolan and Dylan were pushing themselves to shaky feet and a girl whom he assumed must be Ashley stood a few feet away, a frozen expression of horror on her face, as she stared at her parents.
“Mom! Dad!” Dylan was on the floor, kneeling next to their parents. Nolan had gone to his sister, putting his arm around her and blocking her view of their parents’ bodies.
“Quinn, how long will it hold?” Alexander asked, his voice shaking.
“Fifteen minutes at the most, Mr. Selwood.” Quinn replied. “But the walls will be down in eight.”
Alexander knelt down next to John who was already twitching, and shook him. “Get up, John. We’ve to leave now! We don’t have time!”
John pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and drew deep breaths. Alexander plucked out the spikes sticking out of his back, wishing he had some way of cushioning the shock that was to follow.
“Nasty things, those spikes,” John gasped as he looked up with a grimace, resignation on his face. His eyes fell on the horrified face of Dylan and he stilled. “Aria.” he said, his voice hoarse, before he started coughing and retching, bringing up blood.
“Dad!” Dylan was at his side, and Alexander rose, watching John hack up blood. John tried to straighten, but was clearly unable to. He looked at Alexander and said, his voice still hoarse. “Take them and leave!”
“No, Dad!” burst from two throats, Ashley still standing rigid and frozen in her brother’s arms.
John was overtaken by a fresh bout of coughing.
“Please, Alexander!” He begged, his eyes pleading. “You know it’s too late for me!”
Alexander knew, had known from the moment he’d seen those spikes stick out from John’s back, but he didn’t like it.
“Quinn,” Alexander said, his voice trembling, strange and husky, even to his ears. “Get Nolan, Dylan and Ashley out of here.”
Their shouted “No!” was cut off in the middle as they disappeared.
“You’ve to go too,” John coughed. Blood dribbled down his chin, staining his beard and moustache a deep red. “You have to get them to Ignis safely.”
Alexander nodded, as he placed a hand on John’s shoulder.
“Damn you, John!” he said.
“Leave, before they come!” John sat down, his hands cradling his wife’s head, and he drew deep heaving breaths before doubling up in a fresh bout of hacking coughs.
Alexander gave John’s shoulder a squeeze and straightened, releasing him.
“Quinn, get me home.”
The wall exploded in a shower of rubble just as Quinn teleported him away, and John threw himself onto his wife’s body, as if to protect her.
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July 14, 2020
July 10, 2020
Happy news!!
Pradyutita got into the semi finals of SPFBO!! So freaking happy
https://fantasybookcritic.blogspot.com/2020/07/spfbo-second-diminution-semifinalist.html
June 20, 2020
Random Nonsense
The kitchen was cold, and Tris pulled the edges of her nightrobe closer as she stepped inside, her bare feet curling in protest against the cold floor. She turned on the light and blinked her eyes against the bright fluorescence. She blinked again, but this time it was not about the light.
Blood.
It was smeared on the walls, on the appliances, on the counter, on the kitchen island. The floor however was untouched, as was the ceiling.
Her mouth dry and heart racing, she moved into the kitchen, shivering again as she approached the object on the small kitchen counter. It was a bracelet, intricately wrought and seemed to pulse with an inner light. She extended her hand, but it hovered above it, not touching. Her heart was pounding hard enough to break through her rib cage as she stared it in mute fascination. Her skin was clammy and goosebumps broke all over.
Something slammed into the window and she jumped, her hand going to her mouth to stifle a scream. Something large and dark had hit the window. Eyes stared at her before going dark and it slid off. Tris hurried to the window, flinging it open and a thread of magic shot from her hand to catch the falling bird.
She brought it into the kitchen, closing the window almost absently, her whole body shaking now as she laid the dead bird near the bracelet on the counter. She drew in a deep breath and let it out in one exhale.
How had this happened? Her eyes were drawn to the bracelet again. How had they known where to find her? Why had they left without doing anything?
She swallowed.
“Why you?” she whispered to the dead bird, “What are they trying to do?”
The bird’s glassy eyes were the only answer as the bracelet kept pulsing.
June 15, 2020
The Lost Race (rewrite)
So, started a brand new prologue for The Lost Race. I’m happy where it is going.
The house was quiet and Richard’s heart was hammering in his chest as he ran inside, hoping against all hope that he wasn’t too late. The blood and the bodies he ignored, his eyes searching for Mira. He moved into the house, trying not to look at the signs of carnage. He found her in the kitchen, and even as he knelt at her side, his hand on her neck searching for a non existent pulse, he knew he was too late. He bowed his head, trying to keep back the scream of rage and grief that threatened to break out of him.
“Richard! Mira!” a voice called from the front and Richard closed his eyes, bringing his breathing and heart beat under control.
“In here, Kevin,” he called, his voice rock steady as he rose from the floor, paying no attention to the blood that had stained the front of his shirt as well as the knees of his pants.
Kevin stood still at the door, his eyes staring at the unmoving, bloodied figure on the floor, and Richard moved towards him, catching him and pushing him out.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “We’re too late,”
“Richard, let me go,” Kevin said, struggling. “Let me go, please!”
Richard didn’t release him. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I’m sorry, Kevin.”
“Richard?” James appeared at the front room. “What-”
“Mira’s dead,” Richard said, pushing Kevin forcefully into James who caught him. “Take him home. I’ll stay. Call the Licits. Tell him I’ll bring her home.”
“Let me stay,” James said, his hands rubbing soothing circles into Kevin’s back. Kevin had stopped struggling and was crying silently into James’ shoulder. Richard’s eyes burned. “Richard,” James said again. “You take him home. I’ll stay. You need to go home.”
Home. Except it didn’t feel so any more. When he had found Mira was gone and where, all he had time for was to take Steve to Helen’s and call Kevin and James.
“Steve is at Helen’s,” he said, putting an arm around Kevin. “I’ll take him there. You’ll be all right by yourself?”
“I’ll be fine,” James said. “And Richard? I’m sorry.”
“Thank you,” Richard said, choking on the words. Loss was not foreign to him, but this…this was new. He half carried half dragged Kevin on to the car. Kevin slid in, without fighting and Richard followed him in.
“I’m sorry,” Kevin said in a voice thick with tears as the vehicle started moving.
Richard put an arm around the man’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t have to say that to anyone right now,” he said. “But thank you.”
“She was your partner,” Kevin said, tears flowing again.
Richard hugged him close. “She was your daughter.”
Kevin broke down again, and Richard let him, allowing his own tears to fall. What was he even going to tell Helen? At least, Steve was only four months old, not old enough to know his mother wouldn’t be coming back. Richard’s heart broke all over again for his baby.
Kevin regained some of his composure as they passed Meorn. “Where are we going?”
“Helen’s. I left Steve there.”
“We could fly,” Kevin muttered.
“The next flight is seven hours later.” Richard said.
The car was specially designed for spaceflight if needed. It wasn’t as fast as the spaceships, but it would still get them there quicker than the flight. It would also give them the privacy to mourn.
“James?”
“He stayed back. Someone needs to deal with the Licits, and bring her home.” his voice broke at the last.
“Why did she even-” Kevin whispered. “Without any back up? This was madness!”
Richard wished he knew. Mira had always been her own person, and it was one of the things he loved about her.
“She probably felt anyone she asked would take over the hunt,” he said, his voice tight. “That she would be sidelined.”
She was probably trying to prove a point, but at what cost? Oh Mira, why didn’t you just take me along?
Kevin rubbed his forehead. “I told her to quit,” he whispered. “Whenever she talked about wanting to go back to hunting, I tried to dissuade her, told her she should be focussing on Steve, on you…. Gods, Richard, did I do this?”
“Don’t,” Richard hugged the man again. “Don’t do this to yourself, please. Haven’t you enough to bear already without it?”
“If I had told her she could go back,” Kevin started, but Richard interrupted him.
“Kevin, she was always planning to go back. We both know it. This is not on you or anyone else.”
She had made her decision, and now she was gone and Richard had no idea what to do or say to the grieving man beside him. Hadn’t Kevin suffered enough already? Mira was all he had. Richard tried not to think of his own life and future, of his son, and what this meant for him, for both of them.
I’ll just have to make sure I’m always there for him.
She hadn’t told him, not even a message. If she had, perhaps he could have been there in time. If he hadn’t ignored the nagging feeling in his mind when it started, perhaps he could have saved her. If he hadn’t stopped to take Steve to Helen, and to cal James and Kevin, if he had-
“Stop,” Kevin said. “I can tell what you’re thinking and stop, all right? This isn’t on you either.”
“She was my partner,” Richard whispered. “I failed her… it was my failure that she didn’t trust me enough to come to me.”
“We don’t know what she was thinking,” Kevin said. “We… there’s nothing we could have done, that you could have done… don’t think that… there’s no end if you go down that road.”
“She killed them all,” Richard said, after a moment. “There were four of them.”
Kevin was sobbing again, and Richard could understand why. No hunter had ever taken down more than two by themselves. It was an extraordinary feat.
If only she had lived to enjoy it.
March 22, 2020
Book Review: Visions Hell Bent Book I
I picked up this book as it was available for free in amazon. The whole series was. Due to the Corona and social isolation, I’m having a lot of time on my hands right now and so I decided to catch up on my reading, and this book didn’t disappoint.
This was a thrilling book and I loved the illustrations as well. Kayla Matt is definitely a most talented artist as well as writer. I loved Travis’ hair particularly in the drawings. The characters of Travis and Spencer are both likeable and relatable. They are both so real. The fictional world they live in is so different and also similar in some respects to ours. The plot is so thrilling that at times I just wanted to turn the page to know what happens next. The narration is full of humour and is compelling.
I know I shall be picking…
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