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July 28, 2013
Joshua's Childhood by Jennifer Clark
The year was 1100 AD I was six years old. My
name is Joshua; I am the angel of death. This book is to
help me to remember because with all of the craziness in
the world today, I fear I may be forced to forget. I’m
starting at the age of six because that was the most
significant change in my mortal life. This was the year that
destroyed my mother, the year that changed my life
forever. I was generally a happy child, with a normal
childhood. I grew up in a modest farm home on the
outskirts of a small village in the English Countryside. An
area now known as Wiltshire, near what is commonly
referred to as Stonehenge it was a very lovely area
indeed. Mother, Father and I travelled there once a year to
pay homage to the persons who built it. I had always
assumed the relationship between my parents was solid,
my father was always home at night for dinner, my mother
worked in the fields during the day and I helped her as
much as I could. Father always seemed very affectionate
and you could see the love he had for my mother when
you would catch him gazing at her.
I suppose looking back at the caste system it was a
little odd that my father didn’t work on the farm, or that his
hands were so soft, or that his clothing was so much finer
than my mothers, or even that he wouldn’t spend the night
in bed with mother and I…but hindsight is 20/20 and in the
summer months things became quite clear.
The winter had just ended, the fields were fallow, just
starting to become unfrozen for the spring, mother was
preparing to start planting the herbs in the garden outside
of our home along with our personal crops, the food we
grew for ourselves to live upon while the more noble folk
took the better crops that were in the fields. If they ever
found out that mother had her own garden every year that
produced much nicer crops than the farm fields did they
would stone her to death for being a witch, and stealing
from the Lord of the area. I always knew mother was
taking a chance with the small garden she kept at home,
but I was the one who tended it. Mother told father that
once…that time was one of the last I ever saw father.
As the weather continued to warm, the neighbor
sheered his sheep and gave mother one of the bags of
wool as a trade for some herbal something that she made,
something I noticed that she put in fathers drink when he
had dinner. I never questioned her as to what it was, but I
know that she never let me share a drink with father or
even drink from the same cup. I still wonder what was in
that stuff, but I digress, it probably isn’t interesting enough.
Father came home that evening and saw mother with the
wool, spinning it into thread. He was angry…so very
angry. He yelled at mother, she tried to calm him down,
but he just got angrier. I heard them yelling from my little
garden, I came into the kitchen to find father holding a
dagger at mother’s throat, saying that if he found her to be
unfaithful to him with the neighbor that he would kill her.
Then mother said the words that would change our lives
forever. “I’m tired of being your mistress, William, our son
is living a lie, the life of a bastard, and he isn’t even
entitled to his birthright as your son. The church will never
recognize him as your son unless we marry, and since
you are already married to Mathilda, our royal highness,
we will never have what we are entitled to as he is the
rightful heir to your throne.”
I had never seen father cower so at those words. I
never understood what they meant until many years later.
Father backed away from mother and left our home. It
was the beginning of the end.
Father started to visit more sporadically after that point,
his demeanor towards me grew colder, he still loved
mother very much but his heart was getting weaker.
Mother stopped giving him the herbs so his ailments
became worse, his nightmares from his battles started to
take over his mind until finally mad.
From then on, it was only Mother and I. She raised
me on her own, helping me to grow into the kind gentle
man I was before meeting Elizabeth. I changed that day,
ruined for the world, unable to marry the woman who was
betrothed to me. My beautiful Rochelle, she would never
accept me as the monster I had become.
name is Joshua; I am the angel of death. This book is to
help me to remember because with all of the craziness in
the world today, I fear I may be forced to forget. I’m
starting at the age of six because that was the most
significant change in my mortal life. This was the year that
destroyed my mother, the year that changed my life
forever. I was generally a happy child, with a normal
childhood. I grew up in a modest farm home on the
outskirts of a small village in the English Countryside. An
area now known as Wiltshire, near what is commonly
referred to as Stonehenge it was a very lovely area
indeed. Mother, Father and I travelled there once a year to
pay homage to the persons who built it. I had always
assumed the relationship between my parents was solid,
my father was always home at night for dinner, my mother
worked in the fields during the day and I helped her as
much as I could. Father always seemed very affectionate
and you could see the love he had for my mother when
you would catch him gazing at her.
I suppose looking back at the caste system it was a
little odd that my father didn’t work on the farm, or that his
hands were so soft, or that his clothing was so much finer
than my mothers, or even that he wouldn’t spend the night
in bed with mother and I…but hindsight is 20/20 and in the
summer months things became quite clear.
The winter had just ended, the fields were fallow, just
starting to become unfrozen for the spring, mother was
preparing to start planting the herbs in the garden outside
of our home along with our personal crops, the food we
grew for ourselves to live upon while the more noble folk
took the better crops that were in the fields. If they ever
found out that mother had her own garden every year that
produced much nicer crops than the farm fields did they
would stone her to death for being a witch, and stealing
from the Lord of the area. I always knew mother was
taking a chance with the small garden she kept at home,
but I was the one who tended it. Mother told father that
once…that time was one of the last I ever saw father.
As the weather continued to warm, the neighbor
sheered his sheep and gave mother one of the bags of
wool as a trade for some herbal something that she made,
something I noticed that she put in fathers drink when he
had dinner. I never questioned her as to what it was, but I
know that she never let me share a drink with father or
even drink from the same cup. I still wonder what was in
that stuff, but I digress, it probably isn’t interesting enough.
Father came home that evening and saw mother with the
wool, spinning it into thread. He was angry…so very
angry. He yelled at mother, she tried to calm him down,
but he just got angrier. I heard them yelling from my little
garden, I came into the kitchen to find father holding a
dagger at mother’s throat, saying that if he found her to be
unfaithful to him with the neighbor that he would kill her.
Then mother said the words that would change our lives
forever. “I’m tired of being your mistress, William, our son
is living a lie, the life of a bastard, and he isn’t even
entitled to his birthright as your son. The church will never
recognize him as your son unless we marry, and since
you are already married to Mathilda, our royal highness,
we will never have what we are entitled to as he is the
rightful heir to your throne.”
I had never seen father cower so at those words. I
never understood what they meant until many years later.
Father backed away from mother and left our home. It
was the beginning of the end.
Father started to visit more sporadically after that point,
his demeanor towards me grew colder, he still loved
mother very much but his heart was getting weaker.
Mother stopped giving him the herbs so his ailments
became worse, his nightmares from his battles started to
take over his mind until finally mad.
From then on, it was only Mother and I. She raised
me on her own, helping me to grow into the kind gentle
man I was before meeting Elizabeth. I changed that day,
ruined for the world, unable to marry the woman who was
betrothed to me. My beautiful Rochelle, she would never
accept me as the monster I had become.
Fifth day of The Countdown to The Deceived
Hello Everyone,
We are on the fifth day of the countdown already! only 2 days before The Deceived is released! So exciting!!!
Today we have a very special post. A fan fiction on Joshua's childhood, written by Jennifer Clark
http://sknhammerstonebooks.webs.com/a...
I loved this post and I think you guys will too! Jennifer is very nervous about this since she hasn't let anyone read her writing before so make sure you let her know you liked it.
We also have the giveaway of The deceived. Only a few days left to enter
http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sho...
Lastly The Rift is still on sale for 99 cents. Make sure you read it before you read The Deceived
http://www.amazon.com/Rift-Vessel-Sou...
And don't forget that tomorrow there is a special surprise for the countdown.
Luck and Love,
SKN Hammerstone
We are on the fifth day of the countdown already! only 2 days before The Deceived is released! So exciting!!!
Today we have a very special post. A fan fiction on Joshua's childhood, written by Jennifer Clark
http://sknhammerstonebooks.webs.com/a...
I loved this post and I think you guys will too! Jennifer is very nervous about this since she hasn't let anyone read her writing before so make sure you let her know you liked it.
We also have the giveaway of The deceived. Only a few days left to enter
http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sho...
Lastly The Rift is still on sale for 99 cents. Make sure you read it before you read The Deceived
http://www.amazon.com/Rift-Vessel-Sou...
And don't forget that tomorrow there is a special surprise for the countdown.
Luck and Love,
SKN Hammerstone
July 27, 2013
Fourth day of The Countdown to The Deceived
Hello Everyone,
Today we have 3 special posts for you! First off is Mark carver's definition of modern gothic literature
http://sknhammerstonebooks.webs.com/a...
Next we have a slightly interesting twist on things with 2 comparison blog posts. One is by myself:
http://sknhammerstonebooks.webs.com/a...
and the other is by Carole Gill
http://carolegillofficialauthor.blogs...
So what are these posts and how are they related? In The Rift and The Deceived there is a character many of you know named Joshua. He is the angel of death (spoiler! Sorry). In Carole Gill's vampire series there is a character that is Death himself... or itself... you choose. In each of these posts the two characters were compared and contrasted; first by myself and then by Carole. Make sure you check it out :)
The giveaway for The Deceived is still going on; enter here:
https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...
and The Rift is still on sale for 99 cents! It is a must read if you plan on reading The Deceived:
http://www.amazon.com/Rift-Vessel-Sou...
The Schedule has been shifting in light of a new, surprise, post coming on the 29th. Make sure you don't miss it!
Luck and Love,
SKN Hammerstone
Today we have 3 special posts for you! First off is Mark carver's definition of modern gothic literature
http://sknhammerstonebooks.webs.com/a...
Next we have a slightly interesting twist on things with 2 comparison blog posts. One is by myself:
http://sknhammerstonebooks.webs.com/a...
and the other is by Carole Gill
http://carolegillofficialauthor.blogs...
So what are these posts and how are they related? In The Rift and The Deceived there is a character many of you know named Joshua. He is the angel of death (spoiler! Sorry). In Carole Gill's vampire series there is a character that is Death himself... or itself... you choose. In each of these posts the two characters were compared and contrasted; first by myself and then by Carole. Make sure you check it out :)
The giveaway for The Deceived is still going on; enter here:
https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...
and The Rift is still on sale for 99 cents! It is a must read if you plan on reading The Deceived:
http://www.amazon.com/Rift-Vessel-Sou...
The Schedule has been shifting in light of a new, surprise, post coming on the 29th. Make sure you don't miss it!
Luck and Love,
SKN Hammerstone
Death from Carole Gill's perspective VS. Joshua the Angel of Death
Today’s guest blog post is a combination of a comparison written by myself and Carole Gill on her character of Death and my character of the angel of death. Confused yet?
My blog post will be describing the differences and some similarities (comparing) Joshua to Death and Carole will be doing the same on her blog. Connected but different blog posts. So now that I have that explained: I will be focusing on the main difference between the two. But first I will give you an idea of what the characters are like.
Carole Gill is the author of a vampire series focusing on the dark, tormented vampire; Louis Dalton. This vampire is the son of a fallen angel and therefore indestructible; forever doomed to walk the earth and damned for eternity. His mortal enemy is another child of a fallen angel, Echo. However Echo is the perfect definition of Evil.
With both living immortal lives they are bound to meet Death sooner or later. Death is a very interesting character in this series. He finds no pleasure in humans, vampires, or any creatures. He doesn’t love or form relationships. As the son of Lilith and Lucifer he serves the single purpose of reaping the dead.
Then there is Joshua. Joshua is from my own series, The Vessel of Souls. He is introduced in the first book, The Rift.
(http://www.amazon.com/Rift-Vessel-Sou...)
He is the angel of death (not to be thought of as death. Joshua is not death itself, as he says in the second book, coming out on July 31st. He is simply a servant to the actual being) and he serves the purpose of reaping the dead.
That is where the similarities between Gill’s character of Death and my own character of the angel of death end.
The biggest difference between the two is that Death was born into the job and Joshua was forced into it.
Joshua was human once, about a thousand years before The Rift. He was a crusader and was known for caring about sparing lives, not taking them. One day he is visited by the angel of death, Azrael at the time, who tells him that his (Joshua’s) mother is going to be reaped in a week. After being tricked by an angel named Job, Joshua kills the angel of death rather than let his mother die.
His punishment for the murder is to become the very creature he killed. He is transformed into the angel of death and forced to reap the soul of his own mother as his first task.
Joshua is also not immune to the charms of human (or angel) women, unlike Gill’s character of Death. Joshua is very much a womanizer who is incredibly confused when he can’t get a suicidal teenage girl by the name of Rachael out of his head.
He even goes so far as to refuse to reap her soul after she attempts suicide in order to keep her living to discover why he has this attraction. Want more information? You’ll have to read The Rift and The Deceived.
As for Carole’s very interesting books, you can find the first one here:
http://www.amazon.com/House-Blackston...
Don’t forget to check out Carole’s side of the comparison with more info on Death on her website (http://carolegillofficialauthor.blogs...) and make sure to continue following the countdown to The Deceived. We have many more interesting posts on the way.
My blog post will be describing the differences and some similarities (comparing) Joshua to Death and Carole will be doing the same on her blog. Connected but different blog posts. So now that I have that explained: I will be focusing on the main difference between the two. But first I will give you an idea of what the characters are like.
Carole Gill is the author of a vampire series focusing on the dark, tormented vampire; Louis Dalton. This vampire is the son of a fallen angel and therefore indestructible; forever doomed to walk the earth and damned for eternity. His mortal enemy is another child of a fallen angel, Echo. However Echo is the perfect definition of Evil.
With both living immortal lives they are bound to meet Death sooner or later. Death is a very interesting character in this series. He finds no pleasure in humans, vampires, or any creatures. He doesn’t love or form relationships. As the son of Lilith and Lucifer he serves the single purpose of reaping the dead.
Then there is Joshua. Joshua is from my own series, The Vessel of Souls. He is introduced in the first book, The Rift.
(http://www.amazon.com/Rift-Vessel-Sou...)
He is the angel of death (not to be thought of as death. Joshua is not death itself, as he says in the second book, coming out on July 31st. He is simply a servant to the actual being) and he serves the purpose of reaping the dead.
That is where the similarities between Gill’s character of Death and my own character of the angel of death end.
The biggest difference between the two is that Death was born into the job and Joshua was forced into it.
Joshua was human once, about a thousand years before The Rift. He was a crusader and was known for caring about sparing lives, not taking them. One day he is visited by the angel of death, Azrael at the time, who tells him that his (Joshua’s) mother is going to be reaped in a week. After being tricked by an angel named Job, Joshua kills the angel of death rather than let his mother die.
His punishment for the murder is to become the very creature he killed. He is transformed into the angel of death and forced to reap the soul of his own mother as his first task.
Joshua is also not immune to the charms of human (or angel) women, unlike Gill’s character of Death. Joshua is very much a womanizer who is incredibly confused when he can’t get a suicidal teenage girl by the name of Rachael out of his head.
He even goes so far as to refuse to reap her soul after she attempts suicide in order to keep her living to discover why he has this attraction. Want more information? You’ll have to read The Rift and The Deceived.
As for Carole’s very interesting books, you can find the first one here:
http://www.amazon.com/House-Blackston...
Don’t forget to check out Carole’s side of the comparison with more info on Death on her website (http://carolegillofficialauthor.blogs...) and make sure to continue following the countdown to The Deceived. We have many more interesting posts on the way.
What is "Gothic" in the 21st century by Mark Carver
Mention the word “Gothic” to any bookophile and you’ll get responses like Edgar Allan Poe, Jane Austen, and Bram Stoker. Open books by these authors and you’ll find decadent, mist-shrouded mansions, gloomy weather, morose, self-indulgent characters, and probably a ghost or two. Gothic, as understood in American and English literature, is heavy on atmosphere, delves deep into the darker recesses of the human personality, and pays particular attention to death and its various manifestations.
Read more on Mark's website: http://markcarverbooks.blogspot.com/2...
Read more on Mark's website: http://markcarverbooks.blogspot.com/2...
July 26, 2013
Third day of The Countdown to The Deceived
Hello Everyone,
Today is the third day of the countdown so here is what we've go going on.
First there is a poem by Justin Bienvenue, inspired by The Rift
http://sknhammerstonebooks.webs.com/a...
Justin is on twitter, facebook, and goodreads if you want to find him
Then there is the continuation of The Rift sale
http://www.amazon.com/Rift-Vessel-Sou...
Just 99 cents.
There is The Deceived giveaway on goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sho...
And lastly there is a chance to win an ebook copy of The Deceived by promoting the countdown and the series with hashtags #CountdowntoTheDeceived and #VesselofSouls
Luck and Love,
SKN Hammerstone
Today is the third day of the countdown so here is what we've go going on.
First there is a poem by Justin Bienvenue, inspired by The Rift
http://sknhammerstonebooks.webs.com/a...
Justin is on twitter, facebook, and goodreads if you want to find him
Then there is the continuation of The Rift sale
http://www.amazon.com/Rift-Vessel-Sou...
Just 99 cents.
There is The Deceived giveaway on goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sho...
And lastly there is a chance to win an ebook copy of The Deceived by promoting the countdown and the series with hashtags #CountdowntoTheDeceived and #VesselofSouls
Luck and Love,
SKN Hammerstone
Poem inspired by The Rift by Justin Bienvenue
Rivals at war, rivals for years
As high up as they are they have no peers
One fight’s for freedom protectors of earth
Sending one as a human straight from birth
The others are out to turn the tables
Unleashing all hell the kind read in fables
The saviors spread their wings and fly
To fight till the end even if it means they die
The evil tries anything thinking the good can be bought
But when that fails their back to their vicious onslaught
The angels will protect at all costs, it is their way
The demons will try to destroy that is their play
A truce is called at least for now
Until at ends again upon a broken vow
But the agreement isn’t what one side believed
The rift was caused leaving only the deceived
As high up as they are they have no peers
One fight’s for freedom protectors of earth
Sending one as a human straight from birth
The others are out to turn the tables
Unleashing all hell the kind read in fables
The saviors spread their wings and fly
To fight till the end even if it means they die
The evil tries anything thinking the good can be bought
But when that fails their back to their vicious onslaught
The angels will protect at all costs, it is their way
The demons will try to destroy that is their play
A truce is called at least for now
Until at ends again upon a broken vow
But the agreement isn’t what one side believed
The rift was caused leaving only the deceived
July 25, 2013
Is it Horror-ible? By Robert Reams
HORROR - DEFINITION: (a) painful and intense fear, dread, or dismay; (b) intense aversion or repugnance; (c) to tremble.
Well, I’m back again, and I’m here to talk about the horror genre. What is it? How do you know what it is? First off, when I think about horror and the genre, I think about different mediums; namely books, movies, and personal experiences.
I started to think back to the first “horror” story I read. I think it may have been “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak. I know what you thinking. ‘That isn’t horror’! But for a four to five year old, there were some fearful parts – rebelling against your parents (although I would secretly cheer Max on); finding yourself in charge of large scary monsters; and missing/wanting the love of a parent. Changes the perspective, doesn’t it? In reality, the first ‘actual’ horror story I read was either “Something wicked this way comes” by Ray Bradbury or Stephen King’s “Salem’s Lot”. After this, I was well on my way to loving the genre in books.
My experiences with the horror genre in movies have been equally as long. Personally, movies are one of my favorite things to experience. Now, I know there are lots of ‘horrible’ films such “Santa Claus conquers the Martians” (If you haven’t seen it, I highly suggest it), “Ice Pirates”, or even “Dead Alive” (funny, full of zombies, and horrible), but I’m not talking about these. I grew up on the 1930s black and white classics like “Dracula” and “Frankenstein”. I loved them as a kid; still do, but they were not scary (my oldest daughter – 12 – finds them not scary). The first movies to actually fill me with dread were either “Psycho” (the original in black and white), “Night of the Living Dead” (again the original), or the first “Friday the 13th” (in the theatre). What else can be dreadful or cause intense fear?
My first physical experience with horror seemed to happen in a museum of all places. Yes, I know that may seem odd, but what the hey. Now I can’t remember which one was first, but they were about at the same time (about four years old) and on opposite coasts. The family had taken a trip to the Smithsonian in Washington DC. We were living in northern West Virginia at the time, so it wasn’t a long trip. I do remember loving the dinosaur and animal exhibits except for one hallway. I found my little self standing in front of a stuff polar bear, which was standing on two legs. It looked 100 feet tall and very lifelike to a four year old. The other museum was in California, a place we had just moved from before West Virginia (and where we would return to very briefly a year later before ending up in Seattle). The family was visiting my father’s set of parents and some museum with a train. I remember when the tour guide blew the train whistle; I took off like my pants were on fire. Someone, my other grandfather I think, finally caught up to my fast moving four year old legs. Both experiences provided some intense fear in me.
Why am I waxing through memory lane? This should be about the horror genre. Well, I figure this might be a way to show that horror can come from anywhere. It’s real life with an edge. For example, my oldest daughter and I have recently written a short story about an ice cream truck (I’m sorry to say that she might be a little warped like me). It may not sound horrible, but the idea came from an actual ice cream truck that drives around in the area, playing that sickly sweet tune, but doesn’t stop for little kids. I’m sure the driver doesn’t even have ice cream; it’s just a vehicle to get around town. Sure it plays a tune and is a little creepy, but it’s a vehicle. Our ice cream truck in our story offers special treats, and the truck driver is not normal (nobody can tell - almost).
So we’re back to the original questions; what is horror? To me, it’s normal life with a twist. The twist may increase your heart rate or raise the hair on the back of your neck. Is there someone behind you? It’s a thrill ride on a looped rollercoaster. Are you breathing a little heavier? That’s horror. Enjoy the ride!
Well, I’m back again, and I’m here to talk about the horror genre. What is it? How do you know what it is? First off, when I think about horror and the genre, I think about different mediums; namely books, movies, and personal experiences.
I started to think back to the first “horror” story I read. I think it may have been “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak. I know what you thinking. ‘That isn’t horror’! But for a four to five year old, there were some fearful parts – rebelling against your parents (although I would secretly cheer Max on); finding yourself in charge of large scary monsters; and missing/wanting the love of a parent. Changes the perspective, doesn’t it? In reality, the first ‘actual’ horror story I read was either “Something wicked this way comes” by Ray Bradbury or Stephen King’s “Salem’s Lot”. After this, I was well on my way to loving the genre in books.
My experiences with the horror genre in movies have been equally as long. Personally, movies are one of my favorite things to experience. Now, I know there are lots of ‘horrible’ films such “Santa Claus conquers the Martians” (If you haven’t seen it, I highly suggest it), “Ice Pirates”, or even “Dead Alive” (funny, full of zombies, and horrible), but I’m not talking about these. I grew up on the 1930s black and white classics like “Dracula” and “Frankenstein”. I loved them as a kid; still do, but they were not scary (my oldest daughter – 12 – finds them not scary). The first movies to actually fill me with dread were either “Psycho” (the original in black and white), “Night of the Living Dead” (again the original), or the first “Friday the 13th” (in the theatre). What else can be dreadful or cause intense fear?
My first physical experience with horror seemed to happen in a museum of all places. Yes, I know that may seem odd, but what the hey. Now I can’t remember which one was first, but they were about at the same time (about four years old) and on opposite coasts. The family had taken a trip to the Smithsonian in Washington DC. We were living in northern West Virginia at the time, so it wasn’t a long trip. I do remember loving the dinosaur and animal exhibits except for one hallway. I found my little self standing in front of a stuff polar bear, which was standing on two legs. It looked 100 feet tall and very lifelike to a four year old. The other museum was in California, a place we had just moved from before West Virginia (and where we would return to very briefly a year later before ending up in Seattle). The family was visiting my father’s set of parents and some museum with a train. I remember when the tour guide blew the train whistle; I took off like my pants were on fire. Someone, my other grandfather I think, finally caught up to my fast moving four year old legs. Both experiences provided some intense fear in me.
Why am I waxing through memory lane? This should be about the horror genre. Well, I figure this might be a way to show that horror can come from anywhere. It’s real life with an edge. For example, my oldest daughter and I have recently written a short story about an ice cream truck (I’m sorry to say that she might be a little warped like me). It may not sound horrible, but the idea came from an actual ice cream truck that drives around in the area, playing that sickly sweet tune, but doesn’t stop for little kids. I’m sure the driver doesn’t even have ice cream; it’s just a vehicle to get around town. Sure it plays a tune and is a little creepy, but it’s a vehicle. Our ice cream truck in our story offers special treats, and the truck driver is not normal (nobody can tell - almost).
So we’re back to the original questions; what is horror? To me, it’s normal life with a twist. The twist may increase your heart rate or raise the hair on the back of your neck. Is there someone behind you? It’s a thrill ride on a looped rollercoaster. Are you breathing a little heavier? That’s horror. Enjoy the ride!
Second day of The Countdown to The Deceived
Hello Everyone,
It is now the second day of the Countdown to The Deceived! There has been a slight change in the schedule so today's guest blog post is by the winner of the 2013 short story contest; Robert Reams. The topic is the horror genre; read and enjoy
http://sknhammerstonebooks.webs.com/a...
Also the Rift is still on sale for 99 cents so make sure to pick it up, read it, reccomend it if you like it, and get ready for the second book; The deceived.
http://www.amazon.com/Rift-Vessel-Sou...
There is a giveaway going on in which you could win a paperback copy of The Deceived so definately enter:
http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sho...
Also there are 10 opportunities to win an ebook copy of The deceived by promoting and advertising the Countdown to the deceived and The Rift. Use hashtags #CountdownToTheDeceived and #VesselofSouls so I can see who is promoting. If you aren't sure I have seen it; send me a link to make sure I know.
We have another great day tomorrow so make sure to keep following the Countdown
Luck and Love,
SKN Hammerstone
It is now the second day of the Countdown to The Deceived! There has been a slight change in the schedule so today's guest blog post is by the winner of the 2013 short story contest; Robert Reams. The topic is the horror genre; read and enjoy
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Also the Rift is still on sale for 99 cents so make sure to pick it up, read it, reccomend it if you like it, and get ready for the second book; The deceived.
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There is a giveaway going on in which you could win a paperback copy of The Deceived so definately enter:
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Also there are 10 opportunities to win an ebook copy of The deceived by promoting and advertising the Countdown to the deceived and The Rift. Use hashtags #CountdownToTheDeceived and #VesselofSouls so I can see who is promoting. If you aren't sure I have seen it; send me a link to make sure I know.
We have another great day tomorrow so make sure to keep following the Countdown
Luck and Love,
SKN Hammerstone
July 24, 2013
SKN Hammerstone's The Deceived (or know your demons) by Kaine Andrews
Demons.
I’m sure that word conjures up all kinds of images, each one of them both intensely personal and yet influenced by your culture, your upbringing, your faith and which mass media presentations you’ve seen.
Is there a horned, red skinned devil with a pitchfork in there? Perhaps the ghosts-gone-bad found in Supernatural or City Infernal? Could it be the amorphous things that lurk at the edges of your vision, waiting to pounce with violent or sexual motives? More of a catch-all for anything dangerous, supernatural and just plain evil?
If you’re S.K.N. Hammerstone, author of The Vessel of Souls series, they’re the soldiers of Hell. Outcast from Heaven ages ago, now forced into an uneasy semi-truce and cohabitation with their ostensible enemies, they’re looking for a way to oust their angelic rivals from the City of Chaos — the contested zone that serves as celestial beings’ capitol — and rip open a dimensional tear that could spell the end of everything.
Read more on Kaine's blog: http://kaineandrews.wordpress.com/201...
I’m sure that word conjures up all kinds of images, each one of them both intensely personal and yet influenced by your culture, your upbringing, your faith and which mass media presentations you’ve seen.
Is there a horned, red skinned devil with a pitchfork in there? Perhaps the ghosts-gone-bad found in Supernatural or City Infernal? Could it be the amorphous things that lurk at the edges of your vision, waiting to pounce with violent or sexual motives? More of a catch-all for anything dangerous, supernatural and just plain evil?
If you’re S.K.N. Hammerstone, author of The Vessel of Souls series, they’re the soldiers of Hell. Outcast from Heaven ages ago, now forced into an uneasy semi-truce and cohabitation with their ostensible enemies, they’re looking for a way to oust their angelic rivals from the City of Chaos — the contested zone that serves as celestial beings’ capitol — and rip open a dimensional tear that could spell the end of everything.
Read more on Kaine's blog: http://kaineandrews.wordpress.com/201...
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