I looked back up at the tower in wonder. This was our destination? It seemed unreal. For a power that could take over several worlds, including my beloved earth, it seemed too small, to insignificant, too medieval.
“Quick,” Whindel said. He was pointing to a side path. I could hear hoofbeats.
A ridge stuck out from the hill that I couldn’t help but label an acropolis. We ran towards it. As we got a little closer, I could see a spur off of the main ridge creating a small “valley”. Whindel pushed towards this little valley between the ridges and we were soon out of sight of the main road going to the castle on the hill and in another few spots were totally hidden from everything around. I heard the riders pass close to us, their armor clinking and their spurs chiming as the went past.
Whindel waved his arms and a door leading into the new ridge became visible. He led us into a dark room. With another wave, a few lamps light up and the door quickly, but silently, shut behind us. I heard a weird noise and somehow understood that the ground once again covered the door. Continue reading →
I sat in my little prison and felt the memories flow out of me like a river. What was happening? I knew I had to force myself to think, to remember.
I thought back to Leo and Cate and the cave they had found. I remembered the dwarves who only appeared to be dwarves, but were really full sized Fair Folk. An image of the king’s lovely daughter floated above me, tugging at my heart. What was her name? My memory began to clear up as the words and images flowed back in.
“Alashina,” I said. “She had lost her husband to the minions of Blavour, just I lost Lisa to the evils of…” My eyes teared up. The memories were too sharp!
But where was I and what was I doing there?
I was on a quest with the wizard, Whindell, to find something to stop the evil Glumoric. In order to do that I had to find the Stone of Forgetfulness and drape it over Glumoric’s neck. Easy-peasy. Right? Continue reading →
Yesterday I did go beyond counting readers of The Fireborn on the fingers on one hand to two, then all of my toes, and ended up needing that abacus I talked about ;) The rankings did spike for a while – I was #8 and #5 in Arthurian Legends in UK and Canada respectively for most of the day. Odd, although I used a lot of Arthurian Legend in the book, I never placed it there. Of course, this morning the numbers are back about were they were two days ago. It is nice to have the surge, though.
Thank you to everyone who went out and picked it up! If you read it and like it, please go back to Amazon and leave a review.
Although the sale is over, it isn’t too late to get a copy. Of course you’ll have to pay for it ;) Continue reading →
I’ll admit that I’m a person who does not like to pigeonhole. I don’t believe creative endeavors should have boundaries. My favorite music often is in the cracks. Yes, there are people who classify this same music with exactness, but if you actually listen to the music, or study it (which I have), you find that it just doesn’t fit. I don’t think imagination should be boxed in.
And yet we do need those classifications. Would you really buy music if you had zero idea what it was about? The same, of course is true in fiction. Genre is important.
As a reader, I have very eclectic tastes. I’m sure you’re surprised ;) I hate sticking to a single genre. And truthfully, I very rarely pay attention to sub-genre. I recently read a sci-fi book. After reading it, I looked at reviews and was a little surprised that every review talked about the sub-genre and how well the book did, or didn’t fit that sub-genre. Can’t you just freaking read the book for itself without pigeonholing it!? I didn’t even know that sub-genre existed, and yet people were up in arms about it. I thought it was a good book, so why argue that as a purple-western-star-bong sci-fi book the main character would never have said, “Hello”, she would have said, “Well, Howdy, fandango!”? Continue reading →
The sky cracking was a sight totally beyond my imagination. The dragon, though, I had seen too often in movie and dream.
As the dragon drew nearer, I could see more detail. The detail I was most aware of, though, were the flames. I realized that it not only breathed fire, but it was fire. The air pulled back in pain to its rapid approach.
The wizard pulled himself up to a great height. He spread his arms. I could feel electricity in the air as his hands began to glow. He look powerful, yet I didn’t have a good feeling about it. Continue reading →
In the shadowy area where myth and history collide….
It was almost exactly four years ago that I wrote those two fateful words, “The End”, on the manuscript for the Fireborn. There have been four major drafts, six minor revisions and over a dozen proofreads/edits (by me and others) between the 23rd of August, 2013 when I wrote those words, and the 20th of August, 2017 when I released the book to the public. A lot of words written and changed!
We hadn’t been walking for long before I realized that the land around us was drying out. There were dead or dying plants and no signs of insects or other animal life. There was a cracked crust on the ground, as if it flashed dried after a heavy rain.
Whindel frowned at the land around us and muttered. I heard the words “Earth” and “fire”, making my ears prick up.
“Excuse me, sir, but what is it about the elements?” I asked.
“What, are you talking about? Oxygen, Nitrogen, Hydrogen and Zink? They make up the matter around us. Or at least the matter that matters most to you,” the wizard answered.
“No, no, I’m talking water, earth, air and….” I started to say, but his look cut me off.
Hey, how’re you doing? Come on in. The party has been going strong all day!
We took the enormous ancient cauldron, heated it up and people who dare can do an old fashioned hot tub! We are also playing pin the tail on the zombie using those who dared the plunge into the hot tub as the targets. It’s harder than you’d think since they are quite nimble and carry swords… You know how the fireborn are… Continue reading →
In the shadowy area where myth and history collide
Hello! Welcome, welcome! Come on in. I have some fine wine open and other beverages available. There are several types of gourmet cheeses and crackers. I have fresh veggies and a variety of dips, if needed. Some fruit. Hmm, am I missing anything?