Thursday, 20 December 2012

Introducing ...

Name: Gol Wea
Story: The Rogue King Saga - The Shadow Prince
Status: Serpent God of Water >_>

Okay, last time we went from the brothers Foron and Shilar. Now it's on to one of their six cousins.
Wea tends to get pressed even further into the background than the other two in the storyline, yet somehow he manages to get mentioned just as much as Foron. I blame the seafaring scenes. You'd gain a healthy respect for someone like Wea if you were sailing his territory.

What's that? He doesn't look like a serpent? Well yes, they do seem to be gaining limbs. And, seeing he has limbs and all, he's not technically a serpent. So you were expecting logic? Here? He's a freaking hundred foot long water-dwelling creature, if he wants to call himself a serpent, you just got to shrug and roll with it. ^_^
And here's the old picture, just for fun ...
Ain't he adorable? ^_^

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Review of The Last Hero by Terry Pratchett

Title: The Last Hero
Author: Terry Pratchett
Rating: 5/5

Simple plot to this one. The last hero wants to return to the gods what the first hero stole. In Discworld, that means fire, which would mean the end of the world. So naturally, someone's got to stop them. Of course, it's not that simple (whenever is it?).
But this story incorporates a number of my favourite characters - Cohen the Barbarian, Rincewind, Carrot Ironsfounderson & Leonard da Quirm to name a few - with the last three ending up on the moon.

I think I probably spent an equal amount of time staring at the pictures as I did reading. They are exquisite. If you have not seen a copy of this, you simply must. My only lament is that the story was too short and I'd have liked a few more of the details at the end filled out.

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Fraction of Stone Cover Reveal

Looking for my Mating Game Bloghop Post?

Today, is a rare day. For this blog is given over to Kelley Lynn for the cover reveal of her up and coming novel. And you've got to admit, that cover looks pretty neat.

Okay, Kelley, the stage is yours ....

Wow. I can't believe the day is here! Time for the FRACTION OF STONE cover reveal.

Before we get into that, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has helped me get this far. All the fine people who are helping with this cover reveal, my CPs/Betas, family and friends. And of course, thank you to Sapphire Star Publishing for helping make my dream a reality. (And also letting me have a huge say in how this cover looks.) I am so, so excited and feel so blessed.

To thank you all, there is a drawing for 2 ARCs of FRACTION OF STONE which you can enter to win at the bottom of this post! You can enter until December 14th at which point the winners will be chosen.

Okay, now that, that has been said. Here we go!

Fraction of Stone by Kelley Lynn
Release Date: March 21st, 2013 by Sapphire Star Publishing
Genre: YA Fantasy
Isn't it pretty?
Book Description:

Wind tunnels, torrential rains and earthquakes tear apart Casden. The cause of the world’s imbalance is unknown, but the mounting occurrences suggest there’s little time before life ceases to exist.

Rydan Gale and Akara Nazreth are the only humans with the ability to wield magic. The tattoo on their necks and the discovery of an ancient book, dictate they are the key to the world’s survival.

But the greatest obstacle for saving mankind isn’t the bizarre creatures, extreme betrayals and magic-fearing men hunting them.

It’s that Akara doesn’t believe the world is worth saving. 

About the Author:

Eventually the day came when the voices in Kelley Lynn’s head were more insistent then her engineering professor’s. So instead of turning to her Thermodynamics book, Kelley brought up a blank page on her computer screen and wrote. Somewhere along the way she became a Young Adult author.

Kelley was born and raised a Midwestern girl. She’s not afraid to sweat and fills her free time with softball, soccer and volleyball. (Though you probably don’t want her on your volleyball team.) She occasionally makes guest appearances as a female vocalist for area bands.

You can find Kelley hanging out at her blog, titled in her name, as well as the group blog she shares with her fellow critique partners, Falling for Fiction. Kelley is a member of the Society of Children’s Books Writers and Illustrators.

Kelley Lynn's LinksBlog | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Monday, 10 December 2012

The Mating Game Bloghop

Woot! Now I may have let my bloghop goal - one every month for a year - fall short in November in favour of chewing through the last 20k of my latest story. But the way I see it, I've involved myself in more than one bloghop over the previous months to cover one. ^_^

Besides, I'm back in the bloghopping game.

This bloghop is to be judged by five, count'em, five people: Victoria H. Smith, Jade Hart, Jaycee Delorenzo, Chelsea Cameron & Magan Vernon.
On December 3, each of these judges posted a small excerpt from one of their newly released, or up and coming, New Adult books on their blogs. Be sure to check them out, there is good reading to be had there!
Now, at the end of the excerpt there's a question, this is what my couple will have to answer on December 10 (uh, today, like), then on the 12th, as in two days from now, each judge will pick the couple they like the most (as oppose to the less, I suppose) and give them a copy of their eBook.
So here we go ...

Five questions.
One couple.
No survi- *ahem* >_>
On to the couple ...

Because I'm still in Dark One's Mistress mode. I simply had to choose Clarabelle Weaver and Dark Lord Lucias. Do they class as a couple? Um ... sorta ...
Please, try to keep the fighting to a minimum.

Okay, we'll start this off with an easy question and have you tell us about a memorable experience you've shared together.

Memorable? *laughs* I'd say the first time we met was pretty memorable. She exploded into my chambers while I was bathing. All I recall is seeing this scared little rabbit of a girl waiting for the 'terrible thing in the hall' to pass and-
Excuse me? Scared little rabbit? Terrible thing in the hall? I was trying to escape.
You were a vision, my personal red-haired beauty from the heavens. You never even noticed I was there until I spoke.
Spoke? Spoke? You levelled a sword at me! You saw me there, unarmed, yet you still thought it prudent to point several feet of metal in my direction.
Oh? *grins* What would you have preferred I pointed at you?
When you're wearing naught but a towel? *blushes* Nothing!
*laughs* Well now, if you were unarmed, then I was certainly not dressed for fighting. I do wish I'd seen your face in better light, it would've undoubtedly have been as crimson as it is now.

*Tries to shake free mental image of Lucias in towel* So, what was the first thing you two noticed about each other?
You mean apart from the five feet of deadly steel and naked-except-for-towel?
Her hair. Just look at it. Such a deep, rich red.
You compared it to blood.
But it is that exact colour.
Yeah, as if that doesn't sound creepy.
Poor choice of words?
Oh, don't even get me started on that. Do you even hear yourself when you speak?
With you around? I'm afraid I only hear an angel's choir.

What would say is one of the roadblocks standing in the way of you getting together, then?
I'd definitely say her inability to warm to me. I try my best to be courteous and respect her wishes to the best of my abilities, yet she never seems to appreciate a thing I do.
Oh really? You don't think kidnapping me had something to do with that? Did you expect me to forget the fact you forbade me my freedom, locked me up in your citadel and then threat-
You mean tended to your every need, yes? Even removing myself from your presence when demanded it, despite my lack of time on this world? Spared Tommy upon your request. And, Miss Weaver, did I not keep you from the streets when you found yourself homeless?
It was your fault I am homeless!
*sighs* Have you also forgotten you were meant to marry a man far older than yourself?
Oh yes, I'd completely forget a thing like that. *rolls eyes*
And, of course, I did stop that man from having his way with you. Yet you still deny me a kind word.
... Stop trying to destroy my perfectly happy anger at you with logic, it's not going to work.

What would your character do if the one they wanted was terrified of their feelings and pushed them away?
"The one I wanted?" What's that supposed to mean? The very implication that I'd be attracted to the very man who imprisons me with the intention of getting me pregnant ... why I ... I've never heard of anything so preposterous!
You agree with me?
Of course. Personally, I wouldn't try and woo a young woman who would sooner slit my throat than kiss me. But, and I'm speaking on a purely hypothetical basis here, if said lady was to harbour some feelings towards me, then I'd at least try to open her up ... emotionally, that is, before you can make some snide remark.

Riiiight *does not have good feeling about this* ... using only one word at a time, how would you describe the other person?
I don't know about one word ... I can think of several.
Mmm, me too. Although, I'm rather taken with 'fiery'.
*snorts* Arrogant.
*grins* Gorgeous.
You are aware that's more than one word, aren't you?
I hyphenated, so there. *sticks out tongue*
Does that even count?

Yeah ... I don't think hyphenating counts.

Whoo, glad that didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Excerpt City! - Dark One's Mistress

How did it get to be December already? How?
Where did all my weeks go?
Where have all my weekly posts gone?

Yeah, the past month is a fog to me. But as I scrolled through my scheduled posts, I realised it's been a while since I did an "Introducing ..." post. Two months since the last one, to be exact. Lately, there always seems to be something that clashes with them (like the up-and-coming Mating Game Bloghop, and Kelley Gerschke's cover reveal) or the massive writing bout that was November, so "Introducing ..." shall continue on it little hiatus until the 20th of December.

For the moment, I'm still riding on the high that is Dark One's Mistress and the final few chapters that I've left to edit in it. As it is, the word count is slowly creeping it's way up to 71k. I'm hoping that will be it's final count before I slip into the querying stage (which, I know, is some time off yet. There's so much to do before then).

Anyway, as a congrats to me, I'm going to share a snippet from it's first editing round with all of you. ^_^


The heavy tramp of boots echoed through hall, preceding the wane glow of candlelight coming from around the corner ahead. Clara halted in the middle of the corridor. She needed to hide. But where? Going back would take too long.

The hall was pocked with closed doors. No sound came from the rooms they shut off. Could she hide in one and wait? She fled to the nearest doorway. The handle turned at the softest of jiggles and she hastened inside, gently pushing the door shut behind her.

She listened for the man's passage. The muffled thump of the unseen seeker's steps palling as a steely hiss issued from within the room. Fear of what stood behind her put a lump in her throat, choking off any thoughts of crying out.

"Don't move."

Clara halted in the act of turning to face the sound. Only now did she note the warm light flickering in the hearth, its smoky aroma adding to the soapy smell in the air.

"Step away from the door. That's it. Now turn around. Slowly."

She did as the deep voice commanded. Fast flattening herself against the wall as the blade of a sword came into sight. It was held steady before her, tip glittering in the candlelight. Her gaze travelled down the sword's sharp length to the man on the other end.

Dark eyes blazed with barely restrained fury as they regarded her from under a wet mop of black hair. "Who are you?" he asked, teeth clenched and lips barely moving. "Who sent you? What are you doing here?"

"No one sent me anywhere. I –" Her eyes snapped back to stare at the sword's lethal tip as it twitched. "I was brought here against my will."

"You?" The sword lowered, tip brushing against the rug. One dark brow rose, the glint in his eyes intensifying as his gaze slowly ran over her once more. "They picked you to be my mistress?"

This is our new Lord? No longer faced with the weapon, she risked a glance at her surroundings. Little furnished the room; a table and stool in one corner, a chair sat by the fireplace and a couple of rugs littered the floor. Two doors sat in the far walls, one shut and the other open enough to allow entry to the amber glow of candlelight.

Her gaze returned to the man before her, cheeks warming upon realising he wore naught but a towel around his waist. The light played upon his bare shoulders, seeming to delight in giving his wet skin a faint shimmer and glistening through the dark hair on his chest as much as it had it glittered on the sword's blade.

A sharp knocked rattled the door. Clara jumped, stifling a shriek with her hands.


Well now. Hope you enjoyed. ^_^