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Preorder for Kindle – the Fireborn


The Kindle version The Fireborn is available.  If you purchase it, it will be delivered to your device on Monday August 21.

For the US it is here.
For the UK it is here
For Canada it is here
For Australia it is here

It is available other places, so if you want to preorder from someplace else, you can search your Amazon for Trent McDonald The Fireborn.

I hope you enjoy!

Cover Reveal – The Fireborn!

Fireborn Cover

In the shadowy area where myth and history collide…

Do you see that wonderful picture at the top?  That’s right, that is the cover of The Fireborn!  Don’t you just love it?  As with the cover of Seasons of Imagination, this picture was created by the multi-talented Belinda Borradaile from over at Idiot Writing.

I couldn’t be happier with the cover.  I hope you like it too!

Mark your calendar – the official release will be on August 21!

Promo Video – Again


In the shadowy area where myth and history collide…

I have put up a series of posts about The Fireborn talking about some of the main ideas – the main character, Elliot; the Cauldron; the fireborn; and the sword.  You can get to them all at The Fireborn page.

So, after reading those pages, I want you to revisit my little promotional video.

(Click here if you don’t see the video)

Now that you know a little more about the book, does the video make more sense?

The Fireborn will be released on August 21.  Look for links to preorder the Kindle version soon!



The Sword – The Fireborn



In the shadowy area where myth and history collide…

If you have been following along, you know that Elliot thinks that the cauldron that his brother, the noted archeologist William, has dug up is the Cauldron of Resurrection from Celtic myth and is used to make the dreaded fireborn.  I also stated that the fireborn are almost impossible to stop, but Elliot thinks he has the key.  And what can stop the unstoppable?

Some have called it “Caledfwlch”.  Any ideas yet? Continue reading

Watchers – #writephoto (Towards the Light)


Note – this is part six of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

The windmill creaked and groaned in the evening breeze.  We had walked right up to it without any problems.  What had the wizard meant when he said it was one of the Beasts?

As if hearing my thought, Whindel stopped, smiled at me and waved a hand.

In place of the windmill was a crouching giant.  The giant became aware that it had been exposed and stood up, its face turning bright red.  He turned to leave. Continue reading

About the Cauldron – The Fireborn


Then the Irish kindled a fire under the cauldron of renovation, and they cast the dead bodies into the cauldron until it was full, and the next day they came forth fighting-men as good as before, except that they were not able to speak. –  Anonymous Medieval Welsh, Branwen the daughter of Llyr, Second of the Four Branches of the Mabinogi (The Mabinogion)

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In the shadowy area where myth and history collide...

Last week we met Elliot and his brother, William.  At the beginning of The Fireborn, Elliot joins his brother at an archaeological site.  William had a surprise, an artifact he thinks Elliot will like.  Laughing off his brother’s description of Celtic “bling”, Elliot entered the main expedition tent.  He stopped, his breath taken away.

All he could see was the giant cauldron.

The cauldron.  Nothing had ever invaded his whole being in quite the same way, crowding out every other thought.  At first it was like looking into a deep hole that sucked all light, warmth and life from the room.  A moment later its surface appeared to be alive with crawling spirals and designs.  And then it would shift again and seemed like any fire blackened old pot, just on a larger scale.  When his mind finally accepted it as any old cauldron, it turned back into the black hole and sucked him in.

William talked about the cauldron as a great artifact, most likely used for cremation, but Elliot was having none of it. Continue reading

Towards the Light

As some of you may have noticed, I have started another serial story.  The difference between this story and other serialized stories I’ve posted is that this new one is based on prompts from Sue Vincent’s #photowrite. Every week she puts up one of her wonderful photographs and a word to describe it.  I use the word as the title (and make sure it is used in story) and base the story on the photo.  Well, it is no longer a story for each photo, but a new chapter in a longer narrative.

The title of the series is “Towards the Light”.  Of course one reason for the title is that the first chapter is “The Tunnel”.  So we are heading for the light at the end of the tunnel….

As with my other serial stories, I really didn’t plan on it being very long.  Well, surprise ;)  Since it started very short, I didn’t worry about navigation.  Since I just posted the sixth installment, I decided to add navigation to the top and bottom of each new chapter.  I also put up a new Page for the story – Table of Contents. Continue reading

Introducing Elliot – The Fireborn


In the shadowy area where myth and history collide

The late, great archeologist, Dr. Everett-Jones would be proud that his son has kept the distinguish family name at the forefront of the field.  The younger Dr. Everett-Jones’ renowned name is recognized around the world, even by those not in the field.  Some claim he is archeology’s greatest mind since his father passed away.  Others believe he has even surpassed his father, bringing the Everett-Jones legacy to a new height.

Dr. Elliot Everett-Jones is not that son.  Actually, that would be his brother, William.

Although Elliot’s name is known in the circles of his chosen profession, history, his name is not spoken in hushed tones.  There are some who think of his name more in giggles, though others are devoted fans of his whacked-out theories.  To some he is better known for his works of fiction.  Too many in his field think that even his “serious history” is pure fiction. Continue reading

The Fireborn – Promo Video


In the shadowy area where myth and history collide….

My book The Fireborn is almost ready to be published.  I decided to do a little promotional video for it.  Don’t you ever do things like that?  So I wrote (and played) a little music.  I made some drawings and paintings (two water colors and a pastel).  Did a bit of simple animation.  And here it is!

(Click here if you don’t see the video)

As the publishing date gets closer, I’ll start to introduce characters and ideas, often using stills from the video I made.

Who said marketing can’t be creative? ;)

(Note – the drawing at the top of the page was not used in the video – perhaps it will be in the next one)


Found – The Old Mill

Wilton Mill and water fall

(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  The Carriage House.  The Table of Contents is here)

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I walked across the parking area in front of the Goode Mansion to Bill’s truck as he was getting out.  He gave me a once over.

“You look like crap, Gill,” he said.  “I know how my no-good daughter is acting is getting us all down, but…”

“Morning Bill.  Yeah, she’s getting me down, but I think it’s more to do with the fact that I didn’t sleep well.  I was kept out until after midnight and then couldn’t sleep.  I spent half the night writing and the other half rolling over and over, not able to close my eyes more than a few moments at a time.”

“And in that delusional state you call me at the crack of dawn, huh?  I’m sure you know what you’re doing, but I just hope that you weren’t pushed over the edge by Lynds or decided to take Jess too seriously…”

“Proud father, yeah.”  I winked.  “I don’t think I’m insane, but…  Oh, can you do me a favor while we’re waiting for the others to show up?”

“Sure.  What’s up?”

“If I remember correctly, there’s a crow bar, about three-foot-long, in the equipment shed.  Can you grab it for me?”

“Of course.  Any clues for me?”

“Nope.  Well, OK, I will tell you that I’m acting on something some ghosts told me.  Other than, well, you’ll have to wait to see if I lost my marbles.  If so, maybe you can help me find them.”

“Ghost stories, right.  Those marbles might be gone forever.  I’ll be right back.” Continue reading