Wednesday, November 26, 2014

My guest Aoife Marie Sheridan interrogates her main character from the new PNR release Hunters #contest



Today I have a fascinating guest post to share from author Aoife Marie Sheridan. She's about to interrogate her main character Abigail from the new PNR release Hunters. Also be sure to check out her great contest at the bottom of this post.



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Character Interview Interrogation

Conducted By Steven (The REOTE)

With:  Abigail (Demon Hunter) MAIN CHARACTER


I sat in a small interrogation room alone. My foot drummed nervously on the floor. A large mirror covered the far wall. I wondered how many people were watching me. Was everyone else left in a room? This was unfair. They would never leave me alone. I stood and walked to the glass, looking at my reflection while raising my middle finger and smirked. That should cause a few priests to fall to their knees. I turned away as the door opened and Steven came in.
“Please sit down, Abigail,” he said. I hated this man. I sat down, facing the glass as he sat on the other side, placing a file on the table along with a recorder. He opened the file, straightening it on the table and removed a pen from his pocket. He was taking his sweet time. He pressed two buttons on the recorder and the tape inside started to spin. “This is an interview with Abigail Thornton,” he spoke clearly.
“An interrogation,” I said close to the recorder, interview my ass. He stopped the tape, looking annoyed. I raised my hands. “What? You got your words mixed up. I was trying to help!” I smiled.
“Don’t speak unless I ask you a question,” he said I didn’t answer, but sat silently. He started again, hitting the two buttons on the recorder. “This is an interview with Abigail Thornton.” He looked at me and seemed happy that I hadn’t interfered. “Could you state your full name?” he asked while looking at it in my file. Was this guy for real? This was so stupid.
“Mary Poppins,” I answered.
His face became stone and he slammed the buttons on the recorder to stop it. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“I’ve done nothing wrong!”
“Then just answer our questions if you’ve done nothing wrong and withhold no information. You have nothing to worry about. It’s a simple chat.”
“Then why am I in an interrogation room?” I asked.
“This is just a chat, Abigail.”
“Oh, really?” I looked around the room. “Then what’s with me being locked in a room?” I stood. “And who’s behind the glass?” I said, knocking on it. “And what’s with the recorder? I’m sorry, but this looks very much like an interrogation room, so just admit it!”
“Fine, Sherlock, it’s an interrogation room. Now, please sit back down.”
 I did while folding my arms to cover the tremble in my hands. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” His face tightened; his lips set in a thin line. “Can we start now?” I didn’t answer and we began again. “What is your full name?”
“Abigail Mary Thornton.”
“What age are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“Tell me about Father Peter.”
I looked at Steven. He already knew this. I let out a breath.  “Fine. Father Peter is my guardian. He has been since I was eleven years old.”
“Is it correct that both your parents are deceased?”
 My back became ridged. “You already know the answer,” I said.
“Just answer the question, Abigail.”
“Yes, both my parents are deceased.”
“How did you meet Daniel?”
 My body froze and I told it to relax. “At School.”
“You met him at school?”
“Yes, isn’t that what I just said?”
“Yet, there is no record of Daniel Angelo attending your school.”
 I almost laughed at the surname name that Zee had created for himself. Very fitting.
“Right!”
“But you just said that you met him at school.” Steven was looking pissed now.
“I did.”
“Abigail!” he warned.
“He hung out at my school, but didn’t attend it,”
“Did you ever go to his home, meet his family?”
 They had all this information about where Zee was from. He had created his whole family tree, birth certificate, and all. You name it. It was all in the system. I was never sure how he got everything. I just assumed that he could with being an angel and all.
“No.”
“Why?”
“It just never came up,” I said.
“You weren’t suspicious?”
“I was a seven-year-old so, no, suspicion wasn’t a part of my nature.”
What was with the questions about Zee? He had always passed. My stomach tightened with queasiness.
“Now, Abigail, this interview is being conducted due to the loss of two civilians, so I want to ask you some questions about that.”
I nodded.
“Who was with you on these occasions?”
“Daniel,” I answered.
“Daniel who?”
“Daniel Angelo was with me.”
“On Both?”
“No, just one.”
He raised his hands, looking confused. “Who was with you the second time?”
“No one.”
“Why?”
“Because it was out of hours.” This was not the standard procedure.
“I’m sorry, what do you mean by out of hours?”
I stared at him for a few moments.
 “A spirit approached me.” He started writing. “The tape recorder is catching all,” I said, earning another hard look.
“So you see spirits?”
 I squirmed in my chair. “Sometimes… and you know all of this, Steven. Why are you asking?”
“Just answer the questions, Abigail. Tell me about the little boy you saw.”
My face fell and Steven smirked. Blake the asshole told him. “I saw a boy. I can only believe you’re referring to the car accident?”
“Why? Was there more occasions than one? And don’t lie.”
 I had nothing to hide. “I’ve seen him three times now.”
“What did he want?” he asked.
“I’m not sure.” It was a half-truth. Yeah, Sam wanted me to find mom’s letter, but I still didn’t know why. Maybe it was to let her go, but I didn’t feel that’s what he had sent me there for, yet he hadn’t appeared since I had found them.
“Did you recognize him?”
I stayed silent for a moment while swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You will have to speak up,” Steven said.
I gave him a hard look. “I said yes! He was my brother.”
 His head shot up. Surprise, for the first time throughout the interview, showed on his face. The door opened and Father Peter entered much to my relief.
“That’s enough. She has been locked in here for nearly a day and Abigail needs to eat as much as the next person.”
Steven looked at me for a few seconds before responding, “Fine, but I want her back here in an hour.”

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Hunters
Book One
Aoife Marie Sheridan

Genre: Paranormal, Romance

ISBN: 9781495430725
Word Count: 62,000
Cover Artist: Airicka’s Mystical  Creations

Book Description:

Abigail is nineteen, her job she hunts demons.

Her life so far has been tough, having witnessed her family’s death and her mother’s suicide she’s taken in by a priest, who believes her when she says she sees ghosts. Father Peter trains her as a demon hunter with three other members, one being Daniel, who isn’t what he seems.

But when a possession goes wrong, and ghosts start to attack Abigail, the tight rope she had on her emotions soon starts to loosen.

Abigail draws the unwanted attention of the Vatican, and she finds out a lot more then she was willing to learn.

Knowledge is power, but for Abigail it’s her undoing, and the only thing keeping her together is Daniel.


Available at Amazon

Prologue:

I sat outside her apartment like I did every night, keeping an eye on her door.

Watching.

Waiting.

 I knew the day would come and I wanted to be ready. One thing I knew, he would never take her from me, he would have to get through me first. A small smile crept over my face, how I would love to tear him apart. I growled, feeling frustrated; he was one of the main threats now and I needed to eliminate him. I pushed off the wall, pulling my black hoodia closer to my eyes, a few people were around, but none paying attention to me, they were too transfixed on their own wants; a syringe giving them a pass on reality, or an encounter with a female making the sounds of pleasure heighten. I pushed all the noises aside and focused. She was moving around, her angry footsteps hitting the wooden floor in her bathroom. The water turned on, my body came alive, the want for her was too much at times and I growled for a second time.

“You okay, Man?” a junky asked from a few feet away from me, I didn’t give him an answer, just threw him a look to silence his talk. I couldn’t understand why she lived here. Maybe the chaos made her feel more normal, but that was something she would never be. A hiss made my head jerk up and then her intake of breath. My hands balled into fists, I wanted to go to her and take the razor from her hand, but I couldn’t, she would hate it if I knew.  It was her own release, I didn’t understand it fully, but it made her focus on the pain instead of the real problem. A cold breeze made me study the door that led into the apartment buildings more closely; it wasn’t just cold it was ice cold.

“Nicolas!” I whispered and moved across the thirty paces that stood between her door and me in a second. I didn’t care if anyone saw, they were too far gone to understand, they would assume it was their drugged up minds seeing things. The air in my lungs now was freezing; I could feel him coming. I felt the excitement bubble inside me, a fire raged through my veins as he materialized before me. I didn’t give him a moment, but pulled the sword from the air and swung for his neck, he was quick; ducking and coming up with his own sword, they met with a loud clang.

“Daniel, great to see you.” his hard face was set like stone, his black eyes wanting blood, not mine but hers. I let the anger boil and withdrew my sword, striking his with all my force, it met its target and he stumbled back, but he regained his footing quickly. Allowing him to come at me with his body weight behind his swing, I dodged to the side in a blur and arched my sword, swinging for his back, but it met the metal of his own sword.

“Have we been practicing?” I asked in a mocking tone while taking another swing.

“Maybe you just lost your touch,” he spat back and struck my sword, metal struck metal and small pieces of ice flew towards me, I moved but a few struck my left arm, piercing me like small pieces of glass. I ignored the pain and gave him a sneer.

“Playing dirty, are we?” I asked, letting the fire heat my blade until it grew red.

“You never play nice, Daniel.” Nicolas face radiated the hate he has for me, and I returned it, letting my sword burn before I took a swipe, knowing he would block it. So I did what he wouldn’t expect, I slide towards him on the partially frozen ground and passed his legs in a blur, cutting below his knee before flipping up and swinging my sword at his back, it sliced into his flesh and he roared in pain, falling to his knees. I raised my sword, aiming for his neck, it swung high into the air, the red flame lighting up the sky, but before it made contact, he disappeared. I stood there for a moment, my blood still boiling with adrenaline. However, it fizzled and the pain in my arm came alive.  Rain started to pour, and I let my sword dissolve along with my anger. He wouldn’t be coming back tonight and I needed to rest and heal. My phone buzzed as I moved away from the door.

“Daniel,” Father Peter’s voice filled my ear.

“Yeah, you got a job for me?” I asked, pulling the hoodie over my face again as I walked deeper into the shadows.

“It’s a possession; I don’t want her doing it alone.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick her up, I’m in the area anyway.”

I could hear him sigh with relief; he cared about her more than I had believed at the start. I was about to hang up when he spoke again.

“Thank you, Daniel. I’ll ring her now.”

“Okay, No problem.” I said before ending the call. I hadn’t gone far before the heavy rain stopped. A freak shower.  I took off at the speed of light to change and get my bike, before I picked her up, she would be pissed, I smiled. She was always pissed.

About the Author:

Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon's books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them.

Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties. Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn't) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.

Aoife's first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.


Tour giveaway:

3 ebook copies of  Hunters #1 
1- 10 euro amazon gift card   
a Rafflecopter giveaway
 
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Tea Leaf Tales: The Turkey’s Feathered Tale


“Oh, dear me. I told him not to do it.”
This morning I heard him muttering, “A real turkey day with a live bird.”
Since then, I haven’t seen him. I called his phone with no luck. I fidgeted and waited for a response to the message I’d left. In the midst of near panick, wondering who to call, where to go, what to do, a Dickinson poem came to mind.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
I smiled to myself and hummed the tune that came. There would be a tale to be told and laughed about and learned from round this Thanksgiving table.


Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Kate Sparkes's The Bound Trilogy ~ Fall Into Fantasy Tour #giveaway


Welcome to the Fall Into Fantasy Tour, where we are keeping your mind off any end-of-summer blues and welcoming the cooler weather by introducing you to some incredible fantasy reads to curl up with and giving you plenty of chances to win awesome prizes!

Week 14: The Bound Trilogy
Book One: Bound
By Kate Sparkes


Welcome to Darmid, where magic is a sin, fairy tales are contraband, and the people live in fear of the Sorcerers on the other side of the mountains.

Rowan Greenwood has everything she's supposed to want from life—a good family, a bright future, and a proposal from a handsome and wealthy magic hunter. She knows she should be content with what she has. If only she could banish the idea that there's more to life than marriage and children, or let go of the fascination with magic she's been forced to suppress since childhood.

When Rowan unknowingly saves the life of one of her people’s most feared enemies, that simple act of compassion rips her from her sheltered life and throws her into a world of magic that’s more beautiful, more seductive, and more dangerous than she ever could have imagined.

Rowan might get everything she ever dreamed of—that is, if the one thing she's always wanted doesn't kill her first.

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ABOUT KATE SPARKES
Kate Sparkes was born in Hamilton, Ontario, but now resides in Newfoundland, where she tries not to talk too much about the dragons she sees in the fog. She lives with a Mountie, two kids who take turns playing Jeckyll and Hyde, three cats with more personality than most people she meets, and the saddest-looking dog on the planet. Depression has almost consumed her more times than she likes to admit, but writing Fantasy (be it epic or urban, fairy tales or superhero cat stories) keeps her afloat… most of the time. She released her debut novel Bound (Ya Fantasy) in June 2014. The second book in the trilogy is due out in the winter.

Find Kate online: Blog Sparrowcat Press Facebook Twitter


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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Emma L. Adams's The Darkworld series ~ Fall Into Fantasy Tour #giveaway


Welcome to the Fall Into Fantasy Tour, where we are keeping your mind off any end-of-summer blues and welcoming the cooler weather by introducing you to some incredible fantasy reads to curl up with and giving you plenty of chances to win awesome prizes!

Week 13: The Darkworld Series
Prequel Novella: Fear's Touch
Book One: Darkness Watching
Book Two: Walking Shadow
By Emma L. Adams


This is a standalone novella, intended as a prequel to the Darkworld series. As it takes place one year before the events of Darkness Watching, it doesn’t contain any spoilers (although it does hint at things which will come into play later in the series).

Freakish powers and staring demon eyes aren’t part of Claudia’s plans for the future – and neither is ending up stuck at the gloomy, isolated University of Blackstone. But bad life decisions are the least of her problems, when a split-second decision to help out another magic-user puts her in the crossfire of both the shadow-beasts and the creepy organisation which hunt them down.

Claudia’s never had to worry about making the right choice before, but every decision matters when you have a Darkworld connection. Soon, she’s going to have to make a choice: turn her back on the crazy and try to live a normal life, or take the monsters down.

But in a world where everyone seems to have secrets, can she really trust her fellow magic-users – or even herself?

Now available at retailers! 
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Eighteen-year-old Ashlyn is one interview away from her future when she first sees the demons. She thinks she's losing her mind, but the truth is far more frightening: she can see into the Darkworld, the home of spirits– and the darkness is staring back.

Desperate to escape the demons, Ash accepts a place at a university in the small town of Blackstone, in the middle of nowhere - little knowing that it isn't coincidence that led her there but the pull of the Venantium, the sorcerers who maintain the barrier keeping demons from crossing from the Darkworld into our own world.

All-night parties, new friendships and a life without rules or limits are all part of the package of student life - but demons never give up, and their focus on Ash has attracted the attention of every sorcerer in the area. Ash is soon caught between her new life and a group of other students with a connection to the Darkworld, who could offer the answers she's looking for. The demons want something from her, and someone is determined to kill her before she can find out what it is. 

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, not everyone is what they appear to be...

Reviews:
"Demons, Sorcerers, evil, and secrets. Could you ask for a better supernatural suspense set-up? The plot is original, and completely gripping. From the first page, this book had me hooked." - Rose at Desert Rose Reviews

"A suspenseful first part to an intriguing new fantasy series." - Sharon Stevenson, supernatural author

“The story is extremely well-written with effortless, flowing prose, and the original magic-user mythology and Darkworld creatures are very entertaining. The author took what might have been over-done premise and twisted it into something very fresh and exciting.” - Lexa Cain, author of Soul Cutter 

"Emma is an amazing writer. She has become one of my favorites. I couldn’t put Darkness Watching down." - Diane at A Creative Mind

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When you have a connection to the Darkworld, nowhere is truly safe.

Ashlyn has found a new home in Blackstone, but when a spate of grave robberies across the country spark fears that someone is practicing illegal sorcery, she comes under the radar of the Venantium, the protectors of the Barrier between her world and the Darkworld, who are suspicious of any sorcerer who doesn’t know their origins.

The trouble is, what Ash does know might just get her killed.

Sufferers of the dangerous condition known as the vampire’s curse are being brutally killed, and the latest victim is Leo’s guardian, the ex-head of the Venantium. Ash determines to help Leo find out what’s really going on, but it isn’t long before events are spiralling out of control. The dead are rising from their graves, and the barriers around Blackstone are threatened by a demon which looks exactly like Ash herself…

Coming December 1st, 2014 from Curiosity Quills
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ABOUT EMMA L. ADAMS
Emma spent her childhood creating imaginary worlds to compensate for a disappointingly average reality, so it was probably inevitable that she ended up writing fantasy novels for children and young adults. She was born in Birmingham, UK, which she fled at the first opportunity to study English Literature at Lancaster University. In her three years at Lancaster, she hiked up mountains, skydived in Australia, and endured a traumatic episode involving a swarm of bees in the Costa Rican jungle. She also entertained her creative writing group and baffled her tutors by submitting strange fantasy tales featuring dragons and supernatural monsters to workshops. These included her first publication, a rather bleak dystopian piece, and a disturbing story about a homicidal duck (which she hopes will never see the light of day).

Now a reluctant graduate, Emma refuses to settle down and be normal. When not embarking on wild excursions, she edits and proofreads novels for various publishing houses and reads an insane number of books. At the age of 21, she signed a publishing contract with Curiosity Quills Press for the first book in her creepy urban fantasy Darkworld series. DARKNESS WATCHING was published in October 2013, and four more novels and a novella will follow. She chats about writing and other book-related things at her blog, From the Writer’s Nest, and looks forward to sharing more tales from the bizarre depths of her imagination.
Find Emma online: Blog Website Facebook Page Twitter
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Read a deleted scene from the new epic fantasy In Your Dreams by John Swan #contest



I'm happy to have author John Swan here today sharing a deleted scene from his new epic fantasy release, In Your Dreams. Be sure to check out his book and also the great contest at the bottom of this post.








Deleted Scene from In Your Dreams by John Swan

            So…, book one was riddled with tiny deleted scenes. Every book has them, whether its dialogue or major chapters. For whatever reason, most of which are due to the author’s ramblings, they don’t fit or flow and drag on too long with little to offer the actual story. But In Your Dreams did have a few major ones that I cut for design and flow. It pained me to do so, and I had a lot of juvenile arguments with my agent that usually started with, “Oh, but did you really read it. I mean, come on, it’s so good for character development!”  But then I started being objective, and in the end I cut them from the story. However, I wanted to share them with you, my amazing readers and supporters, because if you love the story I figure you’d appreciate the extras. And I love bonus material! I like it on all of my favorite DVD’s, books, etc. It makes for fun speculation and gives a glimpse into how I write, and how I delete certain scenes.
            The first, and probably the most major in terms of length, was the 30 pages or so that I cut with Bette’s beauty pageant. Yes, I said it; beauty pageant. It was after the girls arrived at the Vale and get settled into Gracemere. It was my attempt to get the reader involved in more of their daily lives. It was neat, I promise, but unfortunately didn’t make the cut. It was part of the Far Darron festival, and was a pageant for all of the girls from the Vale and surrounding towns to compete in. Bette, who really is a true beauty, advanced very far. But you got to see this quirky part of her as she became used to the dresses and lifestyle of being comfortable and feeling beautiful for the first time. You also got to see the friendly disgust and sarcasm of Mim about the whole thing, which she thinks is completely trivial. It was also a plot device to get Mim and Bette to the festival, but in the end it wasn’t needed. So beauty pageant = delete.
            The next was a good 15-20 pages during the Vale as well. It took you through more of the castle through the eyes of the girls, and into their daily schedules and with more of the Deans. A major part of this was on the top of the star tower, where Mim actually kisses a boy for the first time in her life. I thought people would eat it up, but instead my editor thought it was too caddy. And it really didn’t do anything for the story, especially when I started developing Mim’s actual love interest as the series goes on.
            The next one is actually backtracking in the story’s timeline, but runs through the River Palace scene. It begins when Mim first encounters Eolan. During the raid on the road, the two don’t actually meet. Mim stows away in a utility trunk strapped to the back of the wagon. From here, she sneaks into the capitol and, when in hiding, meets Bette. A bit of the story goes by, with Bette being relieved from duty by Ms. Plarn, and Mim pretends to be Bette’s replacement as a trick to get a letter to Eolan and the King about Jennah. Afterwards they hide out in an old Brandy cellar, (a scene which I loved!), and then quietly board the clipper with Mim’s coins. There is a nasty scene that ensues with an entitled noble, and it causes quite the uproar. Eolan sees this on his way on board the clipper, and has the girls brought up to his apartments where they finally meet. 
That whole part was the most difficult for me to rewrite and fix. My biggest hurdle was due to me naively thinking it was the best written! How wrong was I…? Well that about sums up the deleted scenes and major fixes. I hope you enjoyed the little sneak peeks into what could have been. Stay tuned for more on each book. Trust me, there will be plenty, because I love writing too much.

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In Your Dreams: The Aldaya Series, Book One by John Swan



Genre: Epic Fantasy

Date of Publication: Sept. 14, 2014
 ISBN:978-0-9906555-0-3
ASIN:B00NI96DC4
 Number of pages: Estimated 276
Cover Artist: Natalie Spasic

Book Description:

On an ancient planet within our galaxy, a dark and fearsome terror has awoken from its long slumber. Its task is to work quietly from the unseen, spreading dissent through the vulnerable territories of the free races; weakening them for its master. By a chance meeting, it comes across a young girl in the swampy and mist choked lands of Endmoor.

Her name is Mim, and the pairing of her platinum hair and violet eyes has not been seen since the Great War 1,000 years earlier; and has attracted unwanted attention. Knowing it hunts her, Mim flees and starts on a journey that takes her far across the Great Isle of Aldaya; the only landmass that now sits above the waves.

Unbeknownst to her, she is the key to unraveling the darkness that is falling over the Great Isle; an emptiness that threatens to swallow not only Aldaya, but the Sphere as well, and all its futures to come.

 
Excerpt:

Her words caught in her throat and she was unable to breathe. The woman at the table was the strangest looking person she had ever seen. Her body was thin and gangly, and her pale skin stuck out jaggedly in places as if it were trying to cover too many bones. Even sitting down Mim could tell she was tall, and her thin robes were midnight black and hemmed in places with dark maroon embroidery.

Then Mim took in her face, and it was paler and more terrifying than the rest of her body.

Her cheekbones were set a little too pointy and high. The mouth was nothing more than a thin slit stretched too far across the length of her face. The nose looked as if it had been removed, shrunk, and poorly placed back on. And her eyes were ghastly and titled upwards too far, and completely black with veins around the outer parts. Their color matched the hair that came down from her dark hood, which had jagged protrusions poking out at a few points near the back.
“Oh! I didn’t smell a child,” the creature said. As her black eyes met Mim’s purple ringed with blue, she stopped. “Well, what do we have here? How strange...” She got up from the table and circled her. At full height, the creature stood at least two feet taller than Mim.“I can smell the sweet scent of youth a mile away, little piglet, yet somehow I had no idea you were here.” A cold, pointy, finger ran across Mim’s cheek and up to her temples. “And what strange eyes you have.”

Mim was rooted to the ground and dared not move. Whatever stood before her seemed to be a demon that had jumped off the pages of one of Ilanya’s stories, and as she glanced towards Miss Barley and Candy for direction, the two were expressionless. They stared ahead in some sort of trance. What was wrong with them?

A lightning bolt cracked overhead and the woman let out a high-pitched laugh. When her oversized mouth opened, Mim could see two rows of sharpened teeth that filled the inside: one in the front like normal, and another jagged row sitting just behind it. The two figures that accompanied her said nothing, remaining still and hidden under their cloaks.

As she looked down at the blond girl, for the first time in over a thousand years, curiosity crept into Morra’s mind. The girl had no smell, and try as she might, Morra Losis couldn’t sense a trace of her except with her vision. But even stranger were her eyes. Purple eyes like those she had only seen many ages ago, and the bearers of them had disappeared from the sphere before the Great War in the north had begun.

But yet here in front of her one remained, and she wondered to herself whether her queen would find interest in this young human. Oh, most certainly, she thought. This revelation was the only thing keeping her from devouring the succulent girl on the spot. But if she lost her now, she would have to hunt for her like mortals did, and that was certainly not going to happen. Then the most wonderful idea came to her mind.

With the centaurs it had always been the hunt, the Dwarves their precious jewels, and the Elves their knowledge. But with humans it had always come down to their desire for freedom and independence. And although she hadn’t been awake for long, she knew in this age that true freedom could only be attained by one thing:wealth. She knew exactly what this poor little mongrel desired most just by looking at her torn outfit and dirty hands. “Well, it seems that one servant around here knows how to appease a guest of status. And I have always prided myself on paying the help.”

Morra Losis snapped her fingers and one of the tall hooded figures glided over, producing a large coin purse. She dipped her hand in and pulled out a large handful of endins and sprinkled them into the pot of meat with a smile. The taller creature then went back to standing by its twin before she drew herself closer to the girl onceagain. “That is for the meat, dear.” She then reached into a pocket from the inside of her cloak and pulled out a very small black purse. It was made of a shimmery fabric and all over it were dark maroon shapes. “And this is for you.”

As her hand placed the small pouch in the girl’s free hand, a tremor went through her. She could barely contain her appetite. She grabbed Mim’s jaw with one hand and effortlessly lifted her off of the ground, running her forked purple tongue up Mim’s cheek. The pot dropped to the ground, sending pieces of raw pork and coins spilling onto the rough floors. Her grip was so tight that she felt the girl’s jaws beginning to crack. She hadn’t had a meal this intriguing in an age, and her resistance was crumbling to the need to satisfy her hunger. What can one little bite hurt? she thought. But as she thought of her master, she quickly let go, dropping the girl back to the ground and turning back towards the table. As she bent down and picked up a raw piece of intestine and dangled it in front of her face, she said, “I just don’t think this will do. I certainly do not eat off of the floor, and when I feed I have always desired something with a little more...spunk.” She turned towards the dark greasy haired girl and let out a low gurgle, briefly revealing her jagged rows of teeth. Lifting her enchantment, the girl came out of her stupor, and after a moment began shrieking and backing away.

About the Author:


John Swan has been an independent fiction writer since 2003, with the Aldaya Series being his first published work to date. During that time, he attended Southern Illinois University and graduated with two degrees, both with high honors. He has an Associates in the Sciences and a Bachelors in Meteorology and Climate sciences, with emphasis on research and written dictations.


He spent several years during school helping to open and manage a French Bistro before moving to Honolulu, HI, where he worked for the local Parks and Wildlife service and was finally able to give his writing career the full attention it needed.


His love for writing began at an early age, never passing up chances to submit his works to young writers’ forums through school and his local community. He grew up on a small farm in southern Illinois, but spent his summers in an enchanted little blue cottage on the banks of the Mississippi River. In this valley is where he wandered beneath the trees along the bluffs with his best friends, and where tales of hobbits, mages, boy wizards, enchanted wardrobes and Native American folk lore shaped his writing style and drove him to create an entire universe all his own.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.