Thursday, July 28, 2011

Bloodletter 3 day Giveaway!



We have been blessed by Angel Haze with her 3 day giveaway. Kindly visit https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66683 and use the coupon code ZH78U to get the book for free


Bloodletter:

Thou shalt not kill.

A contradictory message written in blood at the scene of a young woman?s murder. Within days, another body surfaces with a similar calling card and, to Detective Ramon Faust and Criminalist Kelly Garret, it?s clear a deadly game is underfoot.

As the rash of horrific crimes continue, a phone call unearths a shocking revelation: Nakeita isn?t the first city the elusive killer has left his mark. The Bloodletter, as dubbed by the media, has played his deadly game before.

Delving deep into the most terrifying case of Kelly?s career, threatening phone calls and flashbacks of a forgotten near-death experience challenge her sanity and the lives of everyone she loves.

Bloodletter is available on Amazon and Smashwords for $0.99.
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About the Author:
I'm a Canadian author who is an avid reader of fantasy, thriller, and mystery novels. I write both fantasy and thriller novels. My free time is spent dancing, fitness training with P90x, watching movies and Game of Thrones. Legacies of Talimura: War of the Witch is co-authored by my husband, Slade Sewell. Slade grew up as an only child, and, therefore, developed an active imagination. His free time is devoted to the three things he loves most: hockey, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and RPG games.


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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Shadow Cat Excerpt


I wish to introduce to everyone a very interesting excerpt of the book, Shadow Cat, by Reena Jacobs.

For those who wish to get more information on the book, visit

Reena Jacobs - Author of Lots of Words
www.reenajacobs.com
www.reenajacobs.com/blog
http://twitter.com/ReenaJacobs




Placing one paw on the trail, Berani committed herself and stalked at an unhurried pace despite the desire to sprint. She caught sight of the human lying haphazardly over a fallen tree. Crouched low, she fought the slight vertigo which overcame her at the grisly sight floating above the hapless human.
A penanggalan-the jinjang's minion-the cause of so many illnesses and deaths amongst her people. From the neck, a stringy mass of veins drooped and suspended disemboweled organs. The lungs deflated, and a vapor drifted from its nose, saturating the air with a vinegary stench. A long proboscis-like tongue slithered from its mouth and undulated like a snake as it lapped the back of the human's head with a revolting slurp.
Berani drew back her lips, and low rumble formed in her belly, growing louder as it traveled closer to her throat. She opened her mouth, and the roar vibrated through the air. Animals startled from their tree perches and crash through the branches to the ground.
A hush overtook the forest as the penanggalan swiveled to Berani. A visage of breathtaking splendor and femininity faced her. Ruby lips stood in bold contrast against skin so milky white and pale, spider veins shone beneath the translucency. The red eyes glowed like a torch in the darkness-the soulless pits a mockery against the beauty.
The bodiless atrocity levitated higher. The long black hair whipped about, catching the wind to keep the creature aloft. Its features distorted as it opened a mouth full of jagged sharp teeth and released an ear-piercing scream which sliced the night.
Berani folded her ears flat against her skull, trying to block the damaging sound. Even so, the muted screech echoed in her head.
The creature rushed her with a hiss, its maws carnivorous, and hair streaming behind like a trail of black smoke. Stooping low, Berani braced for the attack...

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Excerpt and Giveaway by Angel Haze



We have a grand 3 day giveaway for Angel Haze's amazing book, War of the Witch, which can be found at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/70412 with the code NR44B

More on the book

Debonair, a witch from the Unspoken Lands, has meddled in the forbidden practice of magic and created an army of nightmarish proportions. When sixteen-year-old Astanyx and his two best friends return from a hunting trip to find their small town of Polca reduced to smoke and ash, they find themselves thrust into battle for which they haven't been trained.

With the help of his comrades, including an esteemed warrior, one of the last great wizards and a princess they've sworn to protect, Astanyx must fight to unite the kingdoms of the humans, dwarves and elves. He must ask forbidden questions that no one wants to answer, questions about Talimura's dark history. As Debonair's brutal warriors lay siege to the kingdoms, Astanyx is driven to pursue a fateful quest for a blade powerful enough to defeat the malevolent witch before she destroys the three kingdoms and unleashes and unspeakable ancient evil.

Here's an amazing excerpt to get your appetite warmed up for what's in store inside

Legacies of Talimura: War of the Witch

Chapter 1:

Smoke and Ash

You’re surrounded, Astanyx thought as he waited silently behind a bush, his hands steady,
pulling back the string on his short bow. Barclay was positioned twenty feet to his left and
Ramza to his right, each armed and ready, waiting for the opportune moment.
Sweat beaded on his brow from the late afternoon sun, but Astanyx made no attempt to wipe
it away. A single wrong move and it would all be over. The forest gave them cover, but it gave
their prey cover as well. None of the sixteen-year-olds had a shot, so they waited.
The horacle was hidden behind a tree. It was bigger game than they would normally take on
but, once they had come across it, Barclay had insisted upon hunting it, refusing to back down.
He claimed that stumbling upon a horacle—a distracted horacle—was too fine of an opportunity
to pass up. They had had little luck hunting in the forest that day and Barclay refused to return
to the village—return to his father—with little more than a few rabbits. Astanyx couldn’t allow
his friend to foolishly attempt to take it down without help, and so he and Ramza had agreed.
Patiently, they held their positions.
Every few seconds, the tips of the horacle's horns poked out from behind the side of the great
tree, greedy growls becoming muffled as it tore its fangs into the flesh of a rabbit.
It pushed the mutilated rabbit forward with its nose, exposing the beast’s head. Ravenously,
it continued to tear its meal apart, wolfing it down as if it hadn’t eaten in weeks. The shine and
thickness of the horacle's fur and thick muscular frame told him otherwise. It was merely in the
horacle’s nature to be gluttonous and ferocious.
Slowly, it stepped forward, unaware that with each passing second, it was creating an
opening for a shot.
The three boys waited with their bows. A few more seconds and Astanyx would have a shot.
His body was still as he stared at the horacle with unblinking eyes.
Snarls and growls continued to escape the beast as it exposed its midsection.
One more second. . . .
A twig snapped, breaking the silence, giving away one of the hunters’ positions. Astanyx’s
heart skipped a beat as the horacle’s head shot up, baring its teeth, clenching its three-inch claws.
The horacle's nostril flared as it caught Astanyx's scent. Their eyes met and the roles of hunter
and hunted instantly became reversed.
He stared with wide eyes as the fiery-eyed beast, blood dripping from its jaws and muscles
rippling, began to charge toward him. Stiffness spread over him like a plague, beginning with his
feet as it worked its way up. Astanyx managed one shot just as the hundred-pound beast leapt for
him.
His arrow pierced the beast between its eyes just as Barclay's arrow struck the horacle's side.
The beast released a ghastly shriek as it drew back in agony before it collapsing to the forest
floor, a few feet away from Astanyx. He let out a breath, momentarily fixed on the horacle.
Barclay jumped from his hiding spot, dagger in hand, and sliced the horacle’s throat. He
laughed and turned to Astanyx. “See? What did I tell you?”

Astanyx narrowed his eyes, his lips parting slightly as he slowly looked up in disbelief. He
could hardly suppress the wave of emotions as he watched Barclay nonchalantly wipe the blood
from his blade. Shaking his head, Astanyx turned to Ramza who rolled his eyes, both aware they
had encountered an unnecessary close call.
Barclay cut down a branch from the great tree, one that would be strong enough to carry the
horacle back to the village.
As they tied the horacle’s feet to the branch, Astanyx turned to Barclay, unable to hold his
tongue any longer. “I don’t see why you had to take it on. We came out to hunt rabbits. It’s
foolish to hunt a hunter just for food.”
“For Shiva’s sake, you could have opted out.”
“Don’t use the goddess’ name in vain,” said Astanyx. “Besides, I wouldn’t allow you to do it
on your own.”
“I could have handled it. I killed it, didn’t I?” Barclay said with a smirk.
“We killed it,” Astanyx corrected him.
“Quit your bickering,” Ramza said. “Let’s just bring it to the village. We are already late.
They’ll be expecting us to return about now.”
Given the circumstances, Astanyx would have preferred it to be Ramza on the other side
of the branch and not Barclay, but he said nothing as they headed east through the dense
forest, across the creek and up a hill. They had ventured farther than they had intended and had
consequently delayed their return trip to the village by a few hours.
Though he tried to focus on the trail ahead, more than once Astanyx almost threw Barclay
to the ground as he tripped over roots that could have easily been missed. Nonetheless, his
gaze remained fixed on the beast. Even in death, the power and ferocity of the animal did
not diminish. Every few seconds, he caught himself staring at it, watching for any signs of
movement, half-expecting it to merely be unconscious and suddenly awaken and attack.
The image of the horacle as it charged at him, eyes burning with fury, blood dripping from
its jaws, about to make him its next meal, flashed before Astanyx. What if their arrows had
missed? What if two arrows hadn’t been enough? He shuddered, shaking his head of these
thoughts. They hadn’t missed.
Even as the beast hung lifelessly from the pole, he wasn’t used to being this close to a
predator and a horacle, nonetheless. Squirrels and rabbits were his main catch. His glance went
from Barclay to the beast and back to Barclay who was walking proudly ahead.
Astanyx growled. “You could have got us all killed, and for what?”
Barclay looked back over his shoulder and scoffed. “I never miss.”
“There’s a first for everything.”
“Lay off it. Our fathers will be proud.”
“Our fathers would be proud of anything we brought home.”
“Speak for yourself,” Barclay muttered. Then, as if realizing he’d spoken aloud, he
confidently added, “This separates the men from the boys.”
Astanyx rolled his eyes. “There is a fine line between bravery and foolishness.”
“Ramza?” Barclay called out. “Please tell me that you at least side with me.”
Five paces ahead, Ramza slowly turned, momentarily catching Astanyx’s gaze before
turning to Barclay. “It was a close call. Astanyx has every right to be angry. Remember, it was
him who the horacle charged at. If that had been me, I’d be in need of new trousers.”
“If he hadn’t of stepped on that twig, the horacle would’ve been dead before it even noticed
we were there,” Barclay said.

Astanyx opened his mouth but Ramza spoke first. “I believe that was my mistake.” Barclay
was silent, not knowing where to go with the conversation. “I will say this, though. The horacle
will make a fine addition to the feast and,” Ramza said with a smile, “the ladies will be quite
impressed as we stroll into the village with this on our shoulders.”
The grin on Barclay’s face matched that of Ramza’s. “How I love Shiva’s Festival.” He
laughed. “I believe Claire will be the lady of the night.”
“The chief’s daughter,” Ramza said nodding. “Her beauty surpasses even the most delicate
flower.”
“Is she not a few years older than us?” Astanyx asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” Barclay snapped.
“I believe she’s interested in—” Immediately, Astanyx regretted ever opening his mouth.
Barclay’s eyes burned with anger. “There’s always something with you, isn’t there? Nothing
is ever good enough.”
“That’s not what I said,” Astanyx said.
“It’s the horacle, isn’t it? You just can’t let it go.”
Attached to the pole, Astanyx had no choice but to listen as Barclay reamed into him.
This wasn’t the first time that Barclay’s brash actions had resulted in a near miss. He’d
always seemed on a mission to prove himself. However, his efforts had more than doubled in the
last few months as the year marked his sixteenth birthday.
Ramza had apparently grown tired of his friends’ bickering and was now several yards
ahead. Astanyx found himself wishing he were by his side to mediate the situation and lighten
the mood. Ramza, with his walking stick in hand, was nearing the top of the hill which Astanyx
and Barclay had only begun to climb.
For a few minutes, he disappeared out of sight. Suddenly, he reappeared at the top of the
hill and came barrelling down the hill. “The village!” he cried. “The village! Something’s
happened!”
“What?” Barclay and Astanyx asked.
They immediately dropped the horacle as they sprinted up the hill. Astanyx’s heart was
racing, fists clenched, arms pumping, anxious to see for himself.
“What happened?” he yelled to Ramza who was almost at the top of the hill. “What did you
see?”
Ramza kept running, not so much as glancing over his shoulder.
“Ramza!” Astanyx yelled again, but his friend was too far ahead.
How long had they been gone, he wondered. What could have happened in that short amount
of time?
Suddenly, Astanyx caught a hint of smoke and then, as both he and Barclay reached the top
of the hill, they stopped short, dropping their jaws. Over the tree tops, thick clouds of smoke
hovered over the village of Polca.
We shouldn’t have left! We shouldn’t have stayed out for so long! Astanyx thought
frantically as he raced down the hill, tumbling over his own feet.
As they neared Polca, Astanyx could smell the smoke clearly. The whole town was ablaze.
“What happened? Who did this?” Astanyx cried, nearly out of breath. There was no
response.
He coughed, inhaling smoke and the stench of burnt flesh. What few buildings hadn't already
burned to the ground were collapsing. The fire had spread across the entire village. Little was left
but burnt and burning buildings, smoke and ashes floating in the wind.

“What do we do?” Ramza asked.
His mind was spinning. “Search for survivors!” Astanyx shouted, numbness and nausea
threatening to overcome him. It wouldn’t help him save anyone . . . if there was anyone left to
be saved. He shook his head of the thought and focused on finding his family and any other
survivors.
Shaking, he ran through the village past burning buildings, and dodging falling objects. He
searched for his father—for anyone—but there was no sign of life. Blood and burnt wood stained
the ground. Garlands and trinkets made in preparation for the Shiva Festival had been scattered
and destroyed. Arrows stuck out of the earth. Soldiers had been here. Someone had come and
destroyed Polca.
Again and again, Astanyx called out to his father, his only family, but there was no response.
The smoke grew thicker, stinging his eyes as tears began to well up as the heat of the fire
licked his skin.
As he turned the next corner, he gasped. Surrounding the center town well, the dead had
been decapitated, their heads staked around a fire to invoke terror. Those who hadn’t been staked
had been piled up and burned. He stood, tense, his body shaking as he watched the flickering
flames. Slowly, he scanned the burnt and blackened faces of those mounted on stakes. He was
able to recognize only a few of them—eyes wide, mouths agape—while others were burned or
mutilated beyond recognition. A single tear ran down his cheek as he prayed that his father was
not among the poor souls.
He was about to turn away when he noticed, at the base of the fire pit, an odd-looking skull
with tusks.
A loud crack startled him and he turned to see Farmer Wilton’s house collapse a few feet
away. The walls hit the ground, momentarily breathing life to the blanket of ash beneath it. The
ash wisped across his face. His shaky hand slowly wiped it away.
Soon, there would be nothing left of Polca. Sadness and confusion enveloped him,
scrambling his mind. They were all dead. There was nothing left. Even the livestock was
missing.
He kept running, anxious to see if his father had survived the attack. Since their house was
at the far end of the village, perhaps that distance was enough to keep him out of harm’s way.
Astanyx swallowed hard. His father would never cower in the hours while the town was under
attack. He would have fought to the death to protect their home.
Suddenly, Astanyx heard what sounded like a wheeze. He gasped. A survivor! Although, he
dreaded the thought of abandoning his search for his father, he couldn’t ignore someone in need
of help.
Astanyx ran in the direction of the sound, anxious, eyes darting in every direction and he
found Thomas, the local blacksmith, trapped under some wood. A building had collapsed with
him inside. His face was blackened with soot and smeared with blood. Astanyx tried to lift the
piece of wood from Thomas’ chest but it was too heavy.
Thomas was shaking, his skin ashen as he gasped for breath.
“What happened?”
Thomas opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
“What happened?” Astanyx anxiously asked again.
“A-all . . . d-dead,” Thomas said softly enough that Astanyx was unsure if he had heard him
correctly. “All . . . dead.”
“What happened?”

“They burned their dead and . . . staked ours.” Thomas wheezed. His chest fell
heavily. “Those they didn’t kill . . . they enslaved.”
“Who did this?”
Thomas didn’t respond. He seemed weak, moments away from his last breath.
“Who did this?” Astanyx repeated, but Thomas had stopped shaking and his eyes had rolled
back into his head.
“No!” he cried, shaking Thomas slightly, hoping there was still life in him, but he remained
still. “I need to know!” He lowered his head, balling his fists.
“Astanyx!” a voice called out from behind him.
It was Ramza, with Barclay at his side. Their eyes were wide, stricken with horror.
“Did you find them?” Astanyx asked.
They slowly nodded, sadness swelling in their eyes. No further words were exchanged. None
needed to be. Their expressions revealed their heartbreaking news. Ramza and Barclay’s families
were dead, gone with the rest of the town.
The three of them searched the remainder of the town like zombies, mouths agape, trembling
with the revelation of each new horror.
“Father!” Astanyx called once they reached the far side of town where he and his father
lived. Despite the odds, he refused to believe his father was among the slain.
Suddenly, a shiver ran up his spine. Through the crackling flames, he saw remnants of what
used to be his home. He swallowed, clenching his fists at his sides, and stared at the pile of
rubble. All that he had ever known had been destroyed. His mind went numb.
He lowered his head.
Then, he heard something—a muffled sound that could have been human or merely a gust
of wind. He stood motionlessly, straining to hear over the wind and crackling flames. As he was
about to dismiss it, he heard it again. A voice! Someone was alive. His breath caught in his throat
as he attempted to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. He zigzagged along the road,
following the call.
“Where are you?” he called.
“Over here.” The voice was close.
“Where?” He frantically searched the road and the fallen buildings.
“I’m here,” the voice said. It was closer but weaker, seemingly coming from his right.
Astanyx turned and saw a pile of rubble. He tore through it in search of the survivor, Ramza
and Barclay following suit.
“Where are you? Where are you?”
“Astanyx,” the voice said. “Is that you?”
His eyes widened at the mentioning of his name, at the familiar voice. Fear and anxiety
rushed through him as he lifted a board to see his father’s face. “Father!” he cried.
He turned to his friends. “Help me get this off of him!”
The three boys carefully lifted the board that had fallen onto his father and tossed it to the
side. His father was lying on his back, his clothes blackened by ash, gashes across his arms and a
broken arrow protruding from his stomach. He was breathing heavily, with little strength left in
him.
“Father.”
Ramza and Barclay both knelt at his side.
“Let me help you,” Astanyx said as he reached for the arrow.
His father shook his head and winced in pain. “Astanyx, my son. You . . . must . . .” His

voiced trailed off.
“What, Father?”
His father cleared his throat. “You must go to . . . Windham. . . . Warn the . . . King.”
“But, Father—”
“Tell him it . . . it—” Suddenly, his father was gasping for breath, grimacing as he clutched
his stomach, every breath causing him immense pain.
Astanyx fought to keep his emotions from spilling over. “What, Father? What do I tell him?”
His father’s eyes closed and his breathing slowed. Astanyx shook uncontrollably, his mouth
dry and his muscles tensed, believing for a moment that he had lost him. Ramza placed a hand on
his friend’s shoulder. Then, his father opened his eyes. Astanyx let out a breath.
His father winced and took a deep breath. “I did my best to take some of them down. They
weren’t soldiers. . . . They were monsters.”

I am a Canadian author who is an avid reader of fantasy, thriller, and mystery novels. I write both fantasy and thriller novels. My free time is spent dancing, fitness training with P90X, watching movies and Game of Thrones. Legacies of Talimura: War of the Witch is co-authored by my husband Slade Sewell. Slade grew up as an only child, and, therefore, developed an active imagination. His free time is devoted to the three things he loves most: hockey, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and RPG games.


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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

An interview with C.A. Kunz


1. Tell us more about yourself

Carol- I am half English and half American. I was born in the United Kingdom, 54 years ago. I saw my first ghost at the young age of 8 and have had several paranormal experiences since. I have two grown children who have gone out into the world on their own, and three four-legged ones still living at home. I’ve been married for 35 years to my husband Bob, who is also one of the main illustrators for our series. My life could make for interesting reading, so unbelievable, that if I did write it down nobody would probably believe me. I have been writing with my son, Adam, for just over two years now, and this wonderfully enjoyable experience has brought us closer together.

Adam- I was born in New Port News, Virginia and have traveled coast to coast with my parents, living in several places due to my dad being in the military. Growing up, I was a huge fan of creature features and books about things that go bump in the night. When I’m not busy writing, I enjoy my job at a certain theme park here in Orlando, Florida as a d├ęcor consultant. This job brings me face to face with all sorts of nightmarish creatures, especially when I decorate the haunted houses for the park’s annual Halloween event.

2. Tell us more about the book you are promoting?

Carol and Adam- The Childe is a coming of age story with a supernatural twist about our main character, Cat Colvin. Along with the normal stresses of starting her freshman year at Astoria high school, she also has to deal with a mean spirited teacher, catty girls, and a Goth clique that seems to take an instant dislike to her. To make matters worse, unbeknownst to her, she is also metamorphosing into a Childe.

3. How does this book describe you? How does it express your thoughts?

Carol and Adam- Well, we both share the love of the paranormal and things that go ‘bump’ in the night. We also wanted to do something a little different (not necessarily original) than most YA books nowadays, and have a ‘happy family’ scenario, of which both of us were lucky enough to have while growing up. We also wanted to show that life doesn’t always go the way you would like it to, and sometimes you have to adapt to certain situations to make the outcome better.

4. What similarities do you find between yourself and the protagonist?

Carol- Cat is a strong female and person in general. I feel I too am a strong person. I’ve led a very challenging life, and know that I have to learn my life lessons, but sometimes I wish I could just have a break (like I’m sure everyone does). She is also a great and loyal friend, which is what I have always tried to be (heck no one is perfect). Also, Cat is red-headed, left-handed and doesn’t tan, a saying that I use to describe myself. Adam wrote the chapter describing her, and he always laughs when I describe myself, so he made Cat have attributes like mine.

5. What about you do you see in the antagonist?

Carol and Adam- We all have our dark sides, and we’re no exception. We’d never deliberately hurt someone, but we do get angry just like everyone else.  Unlike our antagonist though, who embraces their evil nature, we’d never act on our dark side. And no, just in case you’re wondering, Carol doesn’t have a ‘redheaded’ temper that all redheads have mistakenly been saddled with.

6. What music most appropriately suits your book?

Carol and Adam- Funny that you mention that. Adam has a friend (an engineer and aspiring musician), Lee Wilson, who is putting together a companion soundtrack for our book. Volume one of the soundtrack spans the first two books in The Childe series, and will contain 11 full length songs. The songs have full lyrics and were inspired by the words of the novels. They span several genres from pop, rock, r&b, punk, classical, and country. The Childe companion soundtrack will be available soon.

7. What values do you wish to impart through your book?

Carol and Adam- The value of true friendship.  People that will stand by you no matter what.  We’ve moved around a great deal in our lives, losing track of friends along the way, and now realize how much we yearn for long lasting true friendship. In this day and age, with the world becoming a little crazier every day, it’s nice to have someone to count on when you need them. We’re proud of how we’ve displayed this in our book.

Links:

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Find us on Twitter: @AuthorCAKunz

Our blog/website (that is under construction at the moment): www.cakunz.blogspot.com

The Childe (Book One in The Childe Series) is available at these locations:

Amazon.com: http://amzn.to/jJiRly (Paperback edition)
                     http://amzn.to/lPm919 (Kindle edition)
Amazon.co.uk: http://amzn.to/kX9qjx (Paperback edition)
                       http://amzn.to/kTp6V2 (Kindle edition)
Barnes and Noble.com: http://bit.ly/li59yI (Nook edition)
                                    http://bit.ly/kke47q (Paperback edition)

Saturday, July 09, 2011

An Interview with Angel Haze

1. Tell us more about yourself.

I'm a Canadian author who is an avid reader of fantasy, thriller, and mystery novels. I
write both fantasy and thriller novels. My free time is spent dancing, fitness training with
P90x, watching movies and Game of Thrones. Legacies of Talimura: War of the Witch is
co-authored by my husband, Slade Sewell. Slade grew up as an only child, and, therefore,
developed an active imagination. His free time is devoted to the three things he loves
most: hockey, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and RPG games.

2. Tell us more about the book you are promoting?

War of the Witch is a YA fantasy. It is the first of the Legacies of Talimura series. Here's
the blurb:

Debonair, a witch from the Unspoken Lands, has meddled in the forbidden practice of
magic and created an army of nightmarish proportions. When sixteen-year-old Astanyx
and his two best friends return from a hunting trip to find their small town of Polca
reduced to smoke and ash, they find themselves thrust into a battle for which they haven’t
been trained.

With the help of his comrades, including an esteemed warrior, one of the last great
wizards and a princess they’ve sworn to protect, Astanyx must fight to unite the
kingdoms of the humans, dwarves and elves. He must ask forbidden questions that no
one wants to answer, questions about Talimura’s dark history. As Debonair’s brutal
warriors lay siege to the kingdoms, Astanyx is driven to pursue a fateful quest for a blade
powerful enough to defeat the malevolent witch before she destroys the three kingdoms
and unleashes an unspeakable ancient evil.

3. How does this book describe you? How does it express your thoughts?

I write to entertain, but also to empty my mind. I couldn’t even imagine not writing. If I
didn’t have an outlet, I wouldn’t know what to do with my ideas. You’d probably hear
a few pings and see a few screws shoot across the room. But, don’t worry, it’s just me
going a little crazy. . . . Hmm. On second thought, maybe you should worry. J

4. What similarities do you find between yourself and your protagonist?

Like our hero, Astanyx, my husband, Slade, is a warrior who is not afraid to stand up
and fight or ask forbidden questions. I’m not the warrior my husband is. Far from it
actually. As much as I want to do what’s right, put me up against an orc or hellfang, and
I’d probably die. LOL.

5. What about you do you see in the antagonist?

Slade: Like Debonair, Slade wants world domination. He has an admiration for all
conquers. Debonair is just doing it for the wrong reasons.

Angel: To execute her plan for world domination, Debonair displays patience, initiative,
and strategy. She knows what she wants and goes after it. In that way, I am like
Debonair. I’m nowhere near as bold, but if I’m truly passionate about something I will
fight against all odds to achieve it. Like Debonair, some of my decisions can be a little
hasty and I often overlook a few red flags and that’s when things can backfire.

6. What music most appropriately suits your book?

That’s a good question. War of the Witch is actually the first book Slade hasn’t created
a soundtrack for. It would definitely include a lot of rock music and songs that express
confidence, courage, and heart.

7. What values do you wish to impart through your book?

Two major themes in War of the Witch are the challenge of making the transition from
childhood to adulthood and racial unity. As sixteen-year-old Astanyx loses his home,
his family and everything he’s ever known to the wrath of an army, he and his comrades
must travel across Talimura to unite the races of humans, dwarves, and elves. Only
by standing together will they have a chance against Debonair’s army of nightmarish
creatures.

Thanks for having me Haresh!

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Thursday, July 07, 2011

An Interview with Lenore Wolfe

1. Tell us more about yourself  

I have lived through some pretty amazing things. I am learning how to believe in myself, and those around me again. Mainly, I thought I would recognize evil in someone, if I saw it, but that's a story I may write on another day:)

2. Tell us more about the book you are promoting? 

Mira is the next in line, as a Jaguar Witch, to be passed an ancient medallion. She must cross into the Land of Fae and track down a powerful sorcerer who has killed her in lifetime after lifetime, to find her way to the stone. The sorcerer will do anything to keep her from finding the stone, which is the heart of Mother Earth and has been hidden in the Land of the Fae since the fall of Atlantis. He stands to lose everything by her finding the stone. Four immortal men have been with her in each of her past lives. They work to succeed in this lifetime, where they have failed in others. They work hard so that they will not lose her, again, to the sorcerer.

3. How does this book describe you? How does it express your thoughts? 

I believe in a full-blown spirit world we cannot see. I believe we have forgotten how to see, because we've forgotten how to believe. Children can see, until we convince them not to believe. So the Doorway to the Triquetra is a story of 'what if' all the old folk tales existed for a reason. What if, what so many swear they've seen, things that shouldn't exist, by modern standards, we find our ancestors were right, and these things do truly exist. 'What if' there are answers hidden deep inside each of us that explain the true meaning of life. Would we be ready to hear the answers?

4. What similarities do you find between yourself and the protagonist? 

She's independent and feisty. And I grew up with independent, feisty women. My great-grandmother was an old pioneer woman who was a midwife in Montana, without a father because he was off, half the time, somewhere else. And without her husband because he went off somewhere too. She was proud, powerful, and all the adults were afraid of her. I was intrigued by her:)

5. What about you do you see in the antagonist?  

There may be a piece of me who believes a world without chaos would be a boring world indeed. I was raised a Jehovah's Witness, so I grew up hearing that Armageddon was going to come, and then, we would live in perfect peace, and we, ourselves, would become perfect. But I believe that all things must have balance. Without dark, there would be no meaning to light.  Without it, how could you define the light? You cannot live in balance if you have too much yin--or yang. Everything must live in balance. It is the law of nature.

So, although I was always deeply spiritual, I grew up in conflict within myself. I was born and raised a Witness, but the things I had been taught conflicted with the things I knew, deep inside.

6. What music most appropriately suits your book? 

Chanting. I think of ancient chanting when I think of my book.

7. What values do you wish to impart through your book?    

I once took a class about abnormal psych. I listened to each of the students proclaim to believe in some religion. At the end of the seminar, he told a story about a young woman who claimed to have been harassed by the Christian devil. He asked each of the students what they would have done with her. They each said they would have locked her up.

If I could impart a value, it would be to decide what you truly believe and make that a vital force within you, not something you feel disconnected from and give lip service to. If you believe in God and what it says in the bible, then why would you disbelieve this young woman?


Lenore Wolfe
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Doorway of the Triquetra

Wednesday, July 06, 2011

An interview with Reena Jacobs

Today we're blessed to be given time by a notable author, Reena Jacobs, on her book, Shadow Cats.


1. Tell us more about yourself
I absolutely love grilled steak. I've gone through phases where I've eaten steak on a daily basis, and I've still not grown tired of it. The day I look at grilled steak and say I can't do this anymore is the day the world comes to an end. Seriously. Steak is totally my thing.

2. Tell us more about the book you are promoting?

Shadow Cat--the first book in the Striped Ones series--heavily based in Malaysian folklore. Shaman, wehr-tigers, and penanggalan demons! Oh my! A blurb anyone?
Eric Randall's plan is simple-fix the mess his researchers have created in Malaysia, experience the pleasures the country has to offer, and return to the comforts of America. All it takes is one beautiful aborigine, and Eric finds himself stranded in a world of Malaysian myths and legends.
A novice shaman amongst her people, Berani is free and independent. Yet all is not well in her homeland. Demons prey on her people, pushing them to extinction. When a strange speaking man invades her forest, she has one more worry to add to her already troubled life. Attraction or no, she will fight Eric tooth and claw to maintain her freedom. But will she destroy herself in the process?
If Berani wishes to save her family... if Eric wishes to reclaim his old life, they must stand together against the threats of encroaching wehr-tigers and bloodsucking demons... or perish.

3. How does this book describe you? How does it express your thoughts?

Tough questions. Hmm... My love affair with Shadow Cat... I'm not so sure it does describe me. However, readers will find aspects of my personality in some of the main characters (Berani, Eric, and Bryan).

4. What similarities do you find between yourself and the protagonist?

Eric and Berani, Berani and Eric. I'm probably more similar to Berani than Eric. I understand her need to stand strong when threatened and her need to resist being controlled yet wanting to give up control at the same time.

5. What about you do you see in the antagonist?

In terms of the external antagonist, we have a bodiless demon (the penanggalan). Yikes! I can't say I identify with the demons in the novel. Although, I have some times when I lose my head and go ballistic, so my husband might point out a few similarities.

6. What music most appropriately suits your book?

This might seem odd, but I can't concentrate with music playing in the background. It's a huge distraction for me. I find myself concentrating on the lyrics, singing, and sometimes even dancing instead of writing. Shadow Cat was written in almost complete solitude and quiet, so I've never really thought about Shadow Cat in terms of music. I will say that I was on a Phantom of the Opera soundtrack kick at the time. Perhaps the dark, edgy, excitement of Andrew Lloyd Webber would suit Shadow Cat.

7. What values do you wish to impart through your book?

I didn't write Shadow Cat with the intent to impart values. However, the novel does promote the conservation of our natural resources in the rainforest. Also, my works tend to have a strong female theme. Though women are typically weaker physically, I like to show women as strong in spirit.
Reena Jacobs is just your typical writer who loves to see her words in print. As an avid reader, she's known to hoard books and begs her husband regularly for "just one more purchase." Her home life is filled with days chasing her preschooler and nights harassing her husband. Between it all, she squeezes in time for writing and growling at the dog. You can find Reena on Ramblings of an Amateur WriterAmazonGoodreadsBarnes & NoblesSmashwords, and Twitter.