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Books are now FREE (until the 23rd)

Hi folks!

I'd just like to remind you that Maygest's Tale and Inna are FREE NOW from the 19th to the 23rd on amazon. (Also, hopefully this isn't too spammy!)

Maygest's Tale - $2.99 $0.00

5 stars on amazon/ 4 stars on goodreads

Tasting notes: Adventure with a side of dark humor and a sprinkling of arthurian references. Style is wordy.

On amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08...

Inna - $1.99 $0.00

No reviews on amazon/4 stars on goodreads

Tasting notes: Court intrigue, flowery language, and a healthy dose of tragedy.

On amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Inna-Maygests-...

Thanks for listening!

C. E. Cannery

Free Books - starting the 19th!

Hi ya, folks!

I'd just like to let you know that Maygest's Tale and Inna will be FREE from the 19th to the 23rd on amazon.

Maygest's Tale - $2.99 $0.00

5 stars on amazon/ 4 stars on goodreads

Tasting notes: Adventure with a side of dark humor and a sprinkling of arthurian references. Style is wordy.

On amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08...

Inna - $1.99 $0.00

No reviews on amazon/4 stars on goodreads

Tasting notes: Court intrigue, flowery language, and a healthy dose of tragedy.

On amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Inna-Maygests-...

Thanks for reading!

C. E. Cannery

Valentine's Day Poem attempt

[This might be the only love poem I've attempted to write. It's to an imaginary love. Hopefully not too cringe-y. Happy Valentine's Day (tomorrow)!]

enrapture me in delusion

I want to be blind – with love

oceans & swathes – waves, of you

I want to imbibe – it all

your failures, your shame

your triumphs – all of it, all of you

rolling in your ethereal embrace

I am baptised in meaning

that which only love can give

(poem) To the Sun

[Ok, so it is very cloudy where I am from, and that is why I wrote this kind of silly poem. I know it's not the best written, but I had fun with it.]


Open up ye — who holds us in yer mercy,

shine down yer rays — yer rain of gold,

gift to us, sight, and the rare pleasant mood!

Let free yer winds to banish our demons,

and rise all glorious to the unfurling of leaves!

Arise! Sun! The granter of color and,

take harbor in yer lands once more,

for the grey winter has taken its toll,

we no longer know which way to walk,

for, at night, all is black, all is winter,

and such a cold chills into us a sense,

of never-ending peril, of never-ceasing grief,

for ye, the sun, whom never visits us,

and grants us warmth — you are withheld!

So do not leave us to the grey, come again,

to the safe harbours of our hearts!

O, I must be going winter-mad,

if I am crying up to the clouds,

begging them to part — but what can I do?

Ye will not heed me, ye never have,

only time speaks to ye and the fickle winds,

and this is how it is, how it should be, but—

I think I might’ve enough. I think my feet listen,

and they move and stretch — perhaps,

I shall try them and move myself down to ye!

O, hear me, sun! To the south, I shall go!

And when there, ye shall bear my curses,

for both yer absence here and yer burden there!

For ye shall always bear the weight of my insanity!

An article for beginning indie writers

So I wrote a little article for beginning indie writers on my blog: https://cecanneryauthorblog.wordpress...

It' just got a lot of links that I thought were helpful.

Thanks for reading,

C. E.

(Poem) The Deepest Sea of Dreams

(This was kind of a strange thought or image that I had once when I was visiting my favorite lake.)

There was a shimmer in the water

a glimmer that flashed at such intervals

that I began to fall, head towards the sky

to the lake, to the waters, to the green—

touching the glassy surface, expecting bubbles

breathing out clouds, and wind was there—

rushing through my hair.

I was between liquid and air

the distance constant, only I was ever falling

eyes to the water that became the sky

when I remembered which way was down

that I was backwards to where I ought

that I should be dreaming deep into the lake

of falling and falling, that crushing weight

of expectation, and yet feeling none—

it’s not freedom, but yet I’m not trapped

I’m just . . . falling into the deepest sea of dreams. . . .

Sean Bai interview

This one is for those military/sci-fi fans and also a good list of sci-fi shows to watch.
Go check him out!
https://cecanneryauthorblog.wordpress...

Christopher Ochs Interview

Hi folks! Here's the 4th interview! I really liked his thoughtful responses to my often times silly questions.

https://cecanneryauthorblog.wordpress...

Third Interview

Hi folks! This time we are interviewing Ross Eberle author of the Sky Fighter series.
https://cecanneryauthorblog.wordpress...

Now I've got interviewed

Hi folks!

So remember a little while back when I mentioned that someone inspired me to start up my interviews?

Well that person was the one who interviewed me here : https://tranamathews.com/interviews/c...

Go check them out!
And to get interviewed by them, just give them a PM on goodreads.