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A Sneak Peek at The Dream Sifter

As promised, now that I have my illustrious Depths of Memory Street Team assembled and on the warpath (okay I don’t have them technically going to war, but they have to wear coordinating face paint at all times) it’s time to share the first chapter of The Dream Sifter.

I hear your cheering in my head, isn’t that nifty? Well let’s call it nifty for the sake of argument.

Here’s the Prologue to The Dream Sifter, which releases 8/15/13. I hope you enjoy it, and if you’re interested in joining the DoM Street Team, click-through to read all about it.

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Guardian Graeber stood cloaked in the shadows of fading dusk outside the walls of the Zebio Sept’s three-story masonry home. The scanner in his hand indicated the source of his focus resided under this roof. Although the Sept had locked things down like a fortress for their post-dinner meditation, as was proper and correct, the one hazard they could never protect themselves from stood on their doorstep.

Some thanked him. More had cursed him. The hunt used to drive him…yet he cared less and less every day.

Graeber slid the scanner back into place on his belt and pulled a lever next to the door. Chimes echoed within the halls of the Zebio Sept, alerting them to a late caller. The approach of light footfalls echoed from within, and then the harsh slam of the door bolt thrown open no doubt indicated the mood of the person on the other side. The thick, wooden door with its steel reinforced frame swung open.

“I hope your purpose will make up for the timing of this…” the butler’s brusque words fell short. No doubt as he came face to face with a Guardian, the servant’s thoughts drained from his minuscule brain. All Guardians wore distinctive variegated clothing made of perfect tones for blending into the native environment. The overlapping dark blue, green, gray, and brown colors shifted with just the slightest movement of the material. No one would have mistaken him for anything but what he was: an enforcer.

The matching cloak and raised hood obscured Graeber’s face, but there could be no doubt as to his purpose.

“I doubt altering my timing would offer the Sept any degree of solace.” The butler’s face drained of color in reaction to the hard, dispassionate edge in the Guardian’s voice.

“My pardon, Guardian. It’s not my place to interfere.” The butler stepped aside and bowed low, no doubt desperate for the protector’s focus to pass over him. He never asked what this concerned; it could be only one thing. Graeber glided into the house and headed straight for the main hall, knowing the entire Sept assembled there at this hour. The butler closed and bolted the front door before trailing a short distance behind him.

At the end of the corridor Graeber reached an ornate double archway beyond which lay the main hall where the entire extended family consisting of the Sept proper had gathered for their post-dinner meditation.

He knew from his research that Zebio was a mid-sized Sept, consisting of a handful of first-degree children to the Chieftess, her sisters and brothers and their children, and various extended aunts and uncles related by blood or marriage. All of them skilled artisans in the family trade–earthenware, ceramic, and pottery creations.

He cared nothing for their craft, but it helped to study the trade of a given target as it indicated their aptitudes. For instance, potters would be good with their hands and have excellent attention to detail, and could be brawny through the upper body if they worked at the wheel. Therefore today’s target would be a simplistic capture, no strain upon his skills.

A pity, that.

Most of the adults within the room sat in chairs, either around tables or in clusters, while others gathered on the floor with children on their laps or leaned up against them. Most of the small ones tried to make an effort at the meditation, but the practice was a learned one, and they were as yet unskilled.

The Az’Un had grown to learn the importance of daily calming exercises for maintaining optimal health, and the members of Zebio Sept appeared to be ardent practitioners.

The butler rubbed his hands together next to him, eyeing the assembled thirty-odd members of the Sept. Then he gulped and took a step back, away from the watchful scrutiny of the Guardian.

Graeber threw back his hood and surveyed the room, testing the undercurrent, prepared in case his prey might attempt to flee.

A collective gasp rippled through the space as the Sept members took in the newcomer–and processed what his arrival–heralded. A few members trembled, some paled, while others slunk down in their seats, as if hiding was even a possibility.

“Who’s that man?” little Solla asked. It took a child’s innocent inquiry to stir a verbal response from the stunned gathering. She didn’t know the impropriety of disturbing the meditation or staring at a Guardian.

“Hush, child,” Chieftess Taura replied, her surprise over the newcomer obvious in the strained lines etched on her face and the sudden taut muscles of her body. She straightened her back in her plush chair and flattened out her skirt before folding her hands in her lap. All of the faces in Zebio Sept turned toward the Guardian. Wide eyes and whispered words bared the naked anxiety of the crowd. Murmurs rose in volume, and mothers cradled their small children to their breasts.

“Silence,” said Chieftess Taura. “Remain still.” She shot a chastising look at the butler, who then took a seat near the hallway.

Even with her shock at this turn of events, Taura wasn’t about to question Graeber or protocol. Her sharp gaze schooled all present, and those who’d moved quickly retreated back to their seats. No one in the Sept would go against his or their Chieftess’ will. “Zebio Sept welcomes your protection, Guardian. Please do what must be done.”

Her tone belied the spoken welcome, but it didn’t concern him. Graeber had a job to do–as long as no one interfered, everything would go smoothly.

Graeber pulled the scanner from his belt again and moved around the room. He touched every person one by one, each flinching at the brief contact. Some burst into quiet sobs at the contact, unable to contain their terror. He paid them no heed, intent only on his quarry.

In this case, the scanner only served to confirm what his honed senses detected in subtle amounts–an off stench he’d come to associate with the plague. After a lifetime scouring the planet for any living thing infested with the abomination, Graeber had to force himself to continue through the entire Sept to make sure he missed nothing.

He finished his circuit of the room and approached Taura, showing her the display on the scanner.

“This one has an active infection.” His deep and steady voice unaffected by the consequences this revelation implied and the emotional havoc it would wreak upon the entire Sept.

Taura’s eyes widened, followed by silent tears as she struggled to keep her composure. “Zebio asks for your help in this matter, Guardian. Please bring cleansing to our family so we may sleep in peace again.”

Taura rose and walked toward one of the windows in the corner and appeared to gaze out upon the street. Facing away from the group Taura’s shoulders shook in silent sobs as her fingers gripped her arms.

“I’m happy to oblige, Chieftess Zebio.” Graeber slid the scanner back into his belt.

As he pulled his hand out of his vest, Graeber grabbed an object from a satchel hanging on his belt. Moving faster than most would be able to track, he spun, flicked his wrist, and let fly a small metal dart at Terem, Taura’s youngest son. The willowy sixteen-year-old cried out as it hit him in the side of the neck with an audible thunk. Terem’s eyes met the Guardians with a shock that morphed into a murderous rage. He tried to stand, to back away, but the tranquilizer’s immediate potency prevented even these simple tasks.

With the Guardian’s target now singled out, everyone shied away from the boy, huddling along the walls and crying even harder. Danger and death marked Terem.

Graeber walked up to the teen with the grace of a predator, not a trace of fear evident in his posture.

“How dare you? I’ve done nothing wrong!” Terem slurred, his words forced out through now uncontrolled lips. He slid flat onto the ground, unable to hold himself upright.

Graeber squatted next to him, contemplating the boy. “Did you think no one would notice? Did you think that you were somehow immune and thus didn’t need the drugs?” he snarled. He plucked the dart from Terem’s neck and slid it into a vest pocket.

Shocked gasps replaced the earlier screams as the Guardian’s admonishment rippled over the assembled family. Terem’s illness wasn’t due to the plague medicinals failing. No–for whatever reason he’d chosen to cease taking them, signing his own death warrant, and placing his entire Sept at risk.

Terem tried to defend himself. He grunted, whined, and shook his head, pleading his case. He looked around the room but the answering gazes from his Sept held no compassion, no sympathy. His betrayal had endangered them all. Guardians didn’t make mistakes, and no one would start questioning them now.

Graeber took out a large black fabric bag and pulled it down over Terem’s head past his midsection. He raised the boy over his shoulder. The body was now simply a limp, anonymous form.

“Your Sept may rest easy now, for no others among you are ill. Dwell in peace.”

He walked from the room and down the hall, not waiting for a response from the shocked family. It took the butler a moment to catch up and he followed along at a respectful distance. Graeber turned as he opened the front door, inclined his head, and then disappeared off into the shadows of night.

Echoing through the streets, he heard the far-off sounds of Taura Zebio mourning her youngest son.

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Announcing the Depths of Memory Street Team

That’s right…the time has come for the one, the only…the Depths of Memory Street Team! LOL

Some of you know what a street team is…it’s a band of loyal followers who join with the author on a sacred quest to retrieve various objects, also known as ‘swag’….

No wait, that’s not quite right.

A street team prepares for a mighty battle, choosing only the most impressive RPG and laser weaponry available after encasing themselves head-to-foot in impenetrable armor. Those aliens won’t know what…wait, that’s not it either.

Oh, yeah. A street team helps pimp an author’s books in return for free e-copies of the book, contest prizes, and the love and adoration of the author. They also get to ask me questions and only other teammates will see the answers.

Now, how do I define pimping? Re-sharing info on the book on Facebook if you use that venue. Retweet on twitter if you use the tweets. Post on g+ if you live there too. Have a blog and you want to Talk to your friends if you have any of those. You know, boost the signal.

Yup, pimping is totally sexier than sacred quests or kicking alien butt. So, are you in? I have The Dream Sifter, the first in a horror/sci-fi trilogy, just waiting for your support and pimpage.

The first prize? Once I have ten people in my street team I’ll release a snippet of the text to the the team (and the public) and send out beta manuscript copies (readable on your ereaders) to everyone in the team. No, these aren’t FINAL, final copies, but they’re still COOL!

So, are you in?

There are two ways to join. Contact me via ‘The Depths of Memory Street Team’ on Facebook or email me (candice at candicebundy dot com) (if you’re a fb hater, that’s cool too, we’ll keep your activities offline and all private-like. not even the NSA will know!).

The Dream Sifter Cover Reveal

On August 15th you can download your copy until then you’ll have to be satisfied with this cover and blurb (unless you’re one of the lucky reviewers because they’re getting copies now). Here you go, The Depths of Memory, Book 1:

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Cover art by Christopher Stewart / Red Aces Media

When you awake without memories, without a past…can you recreate yourself through your dreams?

Barren and shamed, Rai has no memory when she’s placed with an adoptive family, the Durmah Sept. Recurring nightmares pull her into another world–giving glimpses of a past she never recalls while awake. Rai fears for her new family’s safety in light of her mysterious past and newfound, bizarre abilities. Driven by a curiosity Rai can’t deny, she tempts fate–but at what price?

A distant human colony races to prove themselves before the powerful Hegemonic races declare their attempt a failure. Although they’ve been on Az’Unda for a little over 600 years and have used aggressive breeding practices, a horrible plague has reduced their life spans, left many women sterile, and saddled them with beasts known only as Terrors. Little do they know they are about to face their greatest threat from one of their own–causing attentions to focus on the unlikely Durmah Sept.

Add The Dream Sifter to your Goodreads list now!

The Dream Sifter – Cover Reveal

On August 15th you can download your copy, until then you’ll have to be satistfied with this cover and blurb (unless you’re one of the lucky reviewers, because they’re getting copies now). Here you go, The Depths of Memory, Book 1:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cover art by Christopher Stewart / Red Aces Media

When you awake without memories, without a past…can you recreate yourself through your dreams?

Barren and shamed, Rai has no memory when she’s placed with an adoptive family, the Durmah Sept. Recurring nightmares pull her into another world–giving glimpses of a past she never recalls while awake. Rai fears for her new family’s safety in light of her mysterious past and newfound, bizarre abilities. Driven by a curiosity Rai can’t deny, she tempts fate–but at what price?

A distant human colony races to prove themselves before the powerful Hegemonic races declare their attempt a failure. Although they’ve been on Az’Unda for a little over 600 years and have used aggressive breeding practices, a horrible plague has reduced their life spans, left many women sterile, and saddled them with beasts known only as Terrors. Little do they know they are about to face their greatest threat from one of their own–causing attentions to focus on the unlikely Durmah Sept.

Add The Dream Sifter to your Goodreads list now!

Indie Author Interview — Emily Guido — Bonus Link to a Free eBook!

Today I’m thrilled to introduce you to prolific author Emily Guido who’s not only agreed to run my gauntlet of atypical interview questions but also has a link for a free eBook download for you after the interview. (Isn’t she a peach?)

Emily writes the paranormal romance Light-Bearer series, full of Angels, Vampires, and the friction between the two in a universe with refreshingly little prejudice. Please welcome her to the blog and download her free sample.

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1) What type of stories do you write?

Romance, acceptance of people no matter their gender, sexual preference, color, race… “The Light-Bearer Series” is not preachy, but it comes from the premise that we all start in Heaven… and in Heaven, there is no prejudice just Good and Evil.  It’s kind of a weird concept because people think it’s religious but they really aren’t.  However, you can’t write about Angels and Vampires without a little religious undertone. 

I love the concept of good and evil without other outside bias–It doesn’t sound preachy at all to me. I’ll be taking a look at your first book once I get past my next release.

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2) How do you kick back, relax, and recharge your batteries?

That’s funny because I work full time and go to MBA School full time and I write and do self-promos on the side… so, when I want to chill I mostly read to review other Novelists that have asked for reviews.  Then if I am really lazy, I watch Jane Austen movies, Supernatural Series, or The Big Bang Theory Series.  I don’t watch commercial television only when it’s DVR’d.  I hate commercials!!!

What you describe is not unusual for many of the indie writers I’ve come to know. Busy with many projects and very focused.

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3) What’s your favorite wine?

Oh I’m such a class act… White Zinfandel on ice!  Too Funny!

Watch out–White Zin is a total gateway wine! Next thing you know you’ll be drinking sweet Rieslings, Moscatos, and the occasional Pinot Grigio. You know you want to.

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4) I’m always searching out music for my playlist. What are you grooving to this week?

I love, love, love Mullet Rock right now… but I’m a big Classical freak and Love Songs freak, especially 80’s.

I’ll check them out. And who doesn’t love 80′s music? I was out dancing and grooving to that a couple of weeks ago. It’s required education, IMHO!

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5) If you had a minion army, how would you use them?

Huh, wow good question!  I would make people treat other people with respect.  I know that sound’s cliché but you can’t help a girl for trying to make the world a better place.

I’d vote for you.

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6) When you rule the world, what style of dominion will you employ?

I don’t’ know if this is the answer you wanted???  Democracy but don’t get me wrong, I think that there are too many fat cats and the poor people need a voice.  If you are talking about a Supernatural Police force, I would say Vampires in a New York minute. 

See, I let folks run wild, and I get awesome responses. I like the idea of Vamp police…but what would we do during the day?

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7) What’s your personal peak of rabble rousing instigation? 

Yes, I have been part of a campaign against people stealing author’s books.  Not because I’m an author but because it’s wrong to steal.  You wouldn’t go to a BMW dealership and steal a car or go to Macy’s and steal mattress, right?  So just because authors don’t charge a lot of money for books, why do people think it is okay to steal their intellectual property?  However, I was harassed and people I thought were friends turned against me.  Oh well, I stood up for what I believe is right.

Good for you! Welcome to the official instigator’s club. Please have a cookie. And no, not everyone will thank you for your efforts, but many will.

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[image error] If had to pick any other career, at any period in history with no limits, what would it be?

I would love to be an actress.  I have acted since I was a kid in musicals and plays.  I loved it!

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9) Who’s your favorite author? What about their work speaks to you?

Jane Austen and I love her subtlety, wit, superb color and contrast in her writing.  It is fluid and moving.  Now, I am the World’s Most Hopeless Romantic, so that speaks volumes on the subject.  But why does Elizabeth Bennet turn the corner in her love for Darcy when she sees Pemberley??  Burning question for the ages… I think Jane was romantic but practical after all?

I love how you capitalized ‘World’s Most Hopeless Romantic’ up above, and Austen is a fitting match for your title.

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10) If you could hang out with someone famous for a day, how would you spend the allotted time?

Truly, and I think you will not understand it but Wollstonecraft.  She wrote such twisted and unadulterated story (s).  I would love to sit and chat up with her about logic, framing, idea, and progression.  She would be fascinating.

I’ll have to check her out.

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11) Tell me about the inspiration for your current project.

I am writing the sixth novel in “The Light-Bearer Series” which is called “Conundrum,” and it will be freaking awesome!   A lot of people don’t know how I can top “Ransom” but “The Light-Bearer Series” is just beginning to kick up some Angel/Vampire dust!

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12) Is there a flavor of ice cream you just don’t understand? One that, by all rights, simply should not exist?

Haha, and it’s a favorite of a lot of people… coffee… why?  I mean I can’t get into coffee iced either.  I guess it’s because my Mom was raised by Greeks and I drank coffee as a little girl… always warm or hot.

See, I’m one of those people that love coffee ice cream. *hides*

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13) Additionally, what do you consider to be the stupidest fashion trend ever?

Board Straight Hair!!!  I mean really?  Nothing like being frustrated to the max with a hair straightener, so I just gave up.

Now that you’ve gotten to know Emily, if you’d like to try out her work, go to http://emilyguido.com/share-the-love-the-light-bearer-series-by-emily-guido/ and fill out the form and get a FREE eBOOK emailed to you!  However, keep in mind you will be subject to standard copyright laws.  

About the Author:

Emily Guido is a new Paranormal Romance Author. She was inspired to start writing “Charmeine” because one day she got an idea of two characters that needed to have their story told. Not ever dreaming a week later she would have over a 100,000 words written. When Emily writes, it is similar to you or I watching a movie. She pictures the characters in her head going through vivid descriptions of each scene. There are so many nuances going through her mind that she cannot type fast enough.  The novels “Mactus,” “Accendo,” “Seditious,” and “Ransom,” are the continuation of the wonderful adventures of the inhabitants of The Castle Charmeine!

Emily is currently writing “Conundrum” the Sixth Novel in “The Light-Bearer Series” She is currently working at a College full-time, and pursuing her Master of Business Administration.

 

Where to find/follow Emily:

Website: http://authoremilyguido.com/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5764521.Emily_Guido

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/Emily__Guido

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/thelightbearernovelist

Win a Paperback Copy of Daemon Whisperer

Hey all, I’m doing a giveaway of not one but three paperback copies of The Daemon Whisperer over on goodreads, so head on over and sign up for your chance to win! (Yes, you must sign up via goodreads for a chance to win.)

I’ll autograph it with whatever you want inside and you’ll get that freshly inked from a squid smell. Hmm, real books! Gotta love ‘em!

 

Goodreads Book Giveaway


The Daemon Whisperer
by Candice Bundy

Giveaway ends March 20, 2013.

See the giveaway details

at Goodreads.

Enter to win

 

Good luck!

 

 

Surrender to the Moment

Time is a funny thing–moments and memories strung together in at times a haphazard fashion. We’re always seeking more. Living for the next weekend. The next vacation. The next day off when we can run away from work and finally relax and do all of those things we can’t do today. There’s a burning, unquenchable thirst to escape the tedium which won’t be slaked.

Courtesy ConsciousInk.Com Temp Tattoos

I’ve blogged about time management before, making to-do lists, productivity, and so forth. Yes, planning your roadmap is critical. It lets you know where you’re headed and what you need to do to meet your goals, both short and long-term.

Let me share a little secret with you: tomorrow doesn’t exist. Yesterday? It’s a relic you can talk about over wine and cheese with friends, but never visit. All you have is this moment. Now.

Never underestimate the powerful gift of now. When you surrender allow yourself this moment, your ability to focus amplifies and all other distractions fade away.

In a hedonistic sense, this is choosing to live fully within your skin. Owning your choices, good or bad, and handling each moment with as much grace and acceptance as possible. When you’re no longer fighting the present moment, each task eases. Instead of wishing to be somewhere else you can  embrace the joy available in your current activity. Yeah, work may not be your ideal of sipping margaritas on a beach, but the fact is you can’t live on the beach every day. All of us live in a task-driven universe, with expectations–both external and internal–everyday. We can choose the joy in every moment or we can lose ourselves to a nonexistent reality of a tomorrow which may never materialize.

Joy is a choice. I invite you, in the moments of frustration and irritation, to seek it out.

No, it’s not easy. Life is imperfect, messy and sometimes painful. But if you don’t live it, immerse yourself in it, you’re missing the ride.

A Dream Haunting – An Excerpt from The Dream Sifter

As promised yesterday, here’s an excerpt of my upcoming release, The Dream Sifter, the first book in The Depths of Memory trilogy. This trilogy is a genre-mash of sci-fi/fantasy/mystery/thriller/horror. I haven’t yet set a release date, but am in final edit rounds. Enjoy!

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The far-off murmur of chanting voices and rhythmic drumming sounded from the mid-morning meditation. Still drowsy from the crèche medicinals and comfortable in the water, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the sound, intending to wait out Mala’s return with the food. The drumming and chanting grew in volume, Rai nodded off into a trance-like sleep.

And with sleep, came a dream.

Rai stood in a forest full of ancient trees, so tall the crowns were lost beyond her vision. The smallest shimmer of light shone through the dense canopy, not enough to burn away the thick morning fog lying in the valleys. A melodious trickle pointed the way to a nearby stream. Gliding deep into the large grove, she took in a landscape dotted with immense ferns growing out of rocky outcroppings and long-dead fallen trees. Some trees were split into great building block sections, as if they were massive tables and benches laid out for a feast. The moist humus squished between her toes. Rai felt like a mere trog bug dwarfed by her surroundings.

Blisters wore at the soles of her bare feet, and her clothes, a long brown cape over a simple dress, and areas around the knees and forearms of her clothing were caked with mud. Her waist-long red curls contained bits of fern and dirt within their tangled mess. She gasped at the cool, humid air, trying to slow her breathing, then stilled in fright when the rustling fronds of ferns moved in the distance.

The sound of muted voices grew, echoing off the ancient trees. The meaning of the words escaped her, but their tone was all too clear. They were coming to punish her, but where could she go? The voices became a thundering force pushing down upon her, relentlessly pressing her to either run or face their malicious fate.

Filled with terror, Rai ran away from the voices. The forest fought her, fern fronds whipped her in the face, branches ripped at her clothing, and gnarled roots caught at her toes and twisted her ankles as she fled. She caught glimpses of hooded figures in her peripheral vision and her fear drove even faster. Running through fog and fern the voices pursued, getting closer with every step. She stopped to gauge her path through the dense fog and the voices abruptly ceased. The entire forest stilled. Something brushed through her hair, took hold, and pulled. Rai let out a frantic scream, striking her fists against her unseen attacker as she fell backward . . .

Mala’s voice delivered Rai back to consciousness for the second time that day. Rai laid in the bath, Mala leaning over her, Mala wrenching Rai’s wrists in the air between them, her grip burning against Rai’s skin.

“Stop it!” Mala cried out. Her grip on Rai’s wrists tightened.

Shaking in residual fear, Rai relaxed her arms and tried to regain some composure. “Yes, Mala, I’m fine.” A red mark on Mala’s chin stood out against her tanned skin. “Oh, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“Be still, Rai. It was just a bad dream.” Mala released her grip and stepped back, and then straightened her skirts. “You must be more tired than usual from the crèche. It happens sometimes. Still, for your own safety, don’t nap in the tub.”

Rai sat up, bristling over her mistake. “It won’t happen again.”

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I hope you enjoyed this snippet. Let me know what you think!

If you’re a reviewer and would like to get on the list for an ARC, just let me know.

Shakespeare in Miniature

I had odd reading habits as a child which I never understood until I was older. A bit of a loner growing up, I never compared what I was reading with my peers. Everything I read, by definition, was my norm, because I it was what I read.

Shakespeare in Miniature

Grok?

Imagine my joy when, among the books passed down from my Dad, I recently discover this collection of petite, leather-bound Shakespeare texts edge-gilt with gold. The case has long since fallen into disrepair, but the books are in fantastic shape. Each one fits in the palm of your hand, begging to be enjoyed.

In my youthful innocence I was fascinated by these gorgeous tomes. No one else in my family ever touched them, and I assumed because they were tiny that they were children’s books.

In retrospect, I remember using the glossary extensively, and wondering at the vocabulary Mr. Shakespeare thought proper for children. But then, his works were from an older time, and I assumed this was normal back then. Also, I read many faery tales, and so differing cadence and speech patterns didn’t slow me down.

It’s no wonder I swear like a sailor now, only that I do it in modern english. When my parents discovered I’d been reading them, and enjoying the likes of Much Ado About Nothing, Macbeth, Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Twelfth Night, Othello, and the like, they had mixed reactions. My father was, well, disturbed. My mother thought my reading of the classics couldn’t be all bad, although she’d have preferred I waited until high school, I think. Eh, kids!

Here’s a picture from inside ‘Much Ado About Nothing’. Someone’s being an ass.

Much Ado About Nothing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t know why my Dad saved these, but I’m thrilled he did. Sometimes life is all about the little things.

Steven Montano’s New Book Release: The Witch’s Eye

I’m thrilled to share with you all the release of Steven Montano’s new book, The Witch’s Eye. Although I’m slow and still reading book four of his series, Crown of Ash, I’m looking forward to digging my teeth into this one in due time. Anyway, here’s a look at the stunning cover and the book blurb to whet your appetite.

If you’re new to the series, now’s a perfect time to give it a try, as Steven has the first book, Blood Skies, FREE on Amazon.

The Witch's Eye - Book 5 in the Blood Skies Series

 

The Witch’s Eye

A new evil is born.

The Ebon Cities have created a deadly new breed of undead called the Witchborn, whose very existence spells doom for the entire continent.

To make matters worse, a nihilist cult called the Black Circle has learned of the Witch’s Eye, the source of the Witchborn virus and an item capable of opening a portal to The Black.

Eric Cross’s scattered and war-weary team must find the Eye before it’s too late.  With the aid of some unlikely allies, the mercenaries will fight their way across the wastelands and challenge the horrors at the edge of oblivion.

And before the battle is won Cross and his team will make the ultimate sacrifice, and face one of their own…

Return to the world After The Black in Book 5 of the BLOOD SKIES saga!

On sale at Amazon for just $3.99!