Revelation

Here is this week’s promotional effort, the announcement that the third volume of The Pathfinders will be released on July 19 and available from the Finch Books website. It’s the episode I most enjoyed writing. It’s told entirely from Carla’s point of view, so if you have been itching to know more about how exactly she sees her realtionship with Tully, and how she stops herself giving him a clatter in the clackers every five minutes, you really need to read this story.

Here’s the cover.

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and here’s the blurb.

Carla was expecting Paradisio to be like…well, paradise. But bad boy Nathaniel shows her that the inhabitants are anything but angelic.

Wormwood has fallen, but the journey isn’t over for Carla and Tully. Erelah, the Messenger, leads them onward to Paradisio, where they hope they will find their real home. The Grigori recognize Tully as Israfel, and he takes to his new role of guardian of music like a duck to water, but Carla’s impressions are of a world with dark secrets hiding in the shadows.

Tully seems absorbed in his music and whenever he comes up for air, Erelah—with her neat little wings—is waiting. In her misery, Carla finds consolation in Nathaniel, a Warrior who is a hunk and knows it. But she is playing with fire. Nat wants her, and what Nat wants, he takes.

As if her personal problems weren’t enough, Carla begins to piece together the mad plan that Nisroc, the Yazata of Paradisio, has lined up for the other worlds. And Tully—who has been promised a starring role—seems keen to play along with the lunatic scheme.

Carla finds herself caught up in a revolution, to stop Nisroc and the one who is creating his weapon of mass destruction—Tully.

 

None of this will make any sense whatsoever if you haven’t read Abomination, and not much more until you’ve read the second book, Devastation. So, what are you waiting for?

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Devastation!

I know, I said the weekend was for promotion, but the big day is approaching and I’m liable to get bogged down in other stuff, so here is the reminder—Book Two of The Pathfinders is on early download from June 21st.

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You can find the blurb and an excerpt on my website here.

Expect more excerpts over the coming days, and if you haven’t read Abomination yet,

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what are you waiting for?

Get it from

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Time to get back to it

For the last week I have been unable to concentrate on writing for more than about ten minutes at a time. First, there was the excruciating tension of the Finch Books website launch on the 26th, and Abomination being available for download. There was a technical hitch and the site wasn’t live until the following afternoon.

The following afternoon, though, we were tramping through the water meadow of what, bar acts of God, is going to be our new home. The nightmare of house cleaning, selling, renovation, and moving is about to begin, and I have no idea in which order. Any more excitement and I’ll die, I swear.

On the house front, this is the lull, the haitus while the paperwork is being dealt with by the agent. On the book front, I should be making the most of the calm before my participation in promotion is required. This means, getting back into serious writing. I have a series planned to follow on from The Green Woman of which the first volume is written, and I’m padding out the basic structure of the second. The third volume is started but the development is in sketch form only.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I find it very difficult to switch from one world to another. Fantasy world, I mean, not space travel. Which is why I’m prevaricating. The links to the world where I finally said goodbye to Carla and Tully are still strong. My affection for my two heroes means it’s hard to let them go, even if it is to return to old friends from The Green Woman, and get them out of the awful mess I’ve created for them.

Before I go back to my bloodthirsty Gothic barbarians, Abaddon’s creations, and the Tuatha De Danann, I’ll get in another plug for Abomination. Something I’ve only just noticed at the end of the blurb, which you can read here

https://www.finch-books.com/book/abomination

is this warning.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of physical abuse, sexual slavery and violence and references to child murder. 

Can’t say fairer than that. It might put off the ‘concerned parents’ but I doubt it’ll put off the readers.

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New series begins

I can’t wait for tomorrow. I’ve waited so long already and the launch is practically upon us! The first volume of my YA series about wormholes, the apocalypse and a pair of young lovers is about to be released. January 26th to be precise. Here’s the cover for starters.

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Here’s the Finch Books holding page while the website clunks into action

https://www.finch-books.com/

and here’s a short excerpt from the opening chapters of Abomination.

 

Carla screamed, and the pile of dining chairs tottered and collapsed into an impossible tangle. Tully‘s face hit the floor, as the whole cellar seemed to rise and fall back with a deafening crash. From the floors above came an ominous rumbling and the cascading shriek of breaking glass.

He shoved backward, hard. A table skittered sideways, shedding its load of baskets and boxes over his back, and he was free. Carla was crouched by the door, pointing the flashlight down the corridor. She turned as Tully blundered to join her.

“I couldn’t hold him!” Her eyes were distraught. “He ran off behind the boiler.”

Tully’s annoyance dissolved instantly. Carla was almost at the end of her rope.

“Let’s go get him then,” he said, with what he hoped was a jaunty air, “before the whole bloody building falls down.”

They ran to the end of the corridor, Tully wondering if he was completely mad, playing hide and seek with a spoilt moggy in the middle of an earthquake.

“Come on, Tattoo. Time to get in your basket,” Carla cajoled. A stripy tail flicked in and out of sight in the shadows behind the boiler.

“Here. Try this.” Tully fished a squashed piece of focaccia out of his jacket pocket. “I was saving it for later,” he explained apologetically. Tattoo poked his nose out and sniffed. “Get ready.” One paw crept forward then another, nose and whiskers twitched with interest, as Tully placed the oil-scented bread on the floor just out of the cat’s reach. He flexed his hands and braced himself, ready to lose a couple of fingers.

Suddenly the cat froze, whiskers trembling in agitation, ears flicked back against his skull, and fur standing on end. Tully lunged and the cat backed away spitting, backing away not from Tully’s hands but from a round hole in the wall. It was a hole the size of a manhole cover, a hole that contained a blackness darker than any blackness Tully had ever seen, a blackness that vibrated and whined and moved like ink spreading through a glass of black water. Intrigued, Tully reached out a questing hand to the hole, the vibrating emptiness, whatever it was.

 

Carla shouted a warning, No! and grabbed his other hand to pull him away as the ground shifted and buckled again. As they staggered, falling, floundering, the hole appeared to tip toward them, growing in size, reaching out to enclose them both. Above their heads the building shook itself apart, and they plunged into the humming darkness.

Release day

Today is the official launch of Grá mo Chroí, and what might just prove to be the first instalment of a clutch of retellings of Irish myths. It has been a real labour of love and I hope it’s a success. Not just because every writer wants their work to be appreciated, but because these stories belong to everyone and to share them is to be part of a historical process, if that doesn’t sound too pretentious.

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Anyway, if you like stories with passion and patina, you might like these.

Available from
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Secrets and Doors

As the blog blitz for Grá mo Chroí kicks off, I’d like to get in a bit of a word for fantasy author, Christine Haggerty, whose story Simple Magic appears today in the anthology Secrets and Doors. All royalties are to be donated to charity.
Here is Christine to explain.

All proceeds from Secrets & Doors will benefit Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation in their fight against T1D. We are donating all author AND publisher proceeds.
http://jdrf.org/
About JDRF
JDRF is the leading global organization funding type 1 diabetes (T1D) research. JDRF’s goal is to progressively remove the impact of T1D from people’s lives until we achieve a world without T1D. JDRF collaborates with a wide spectrum of partners and is the only organization with the scientific resources, regulatory influence, and a working plan to better treat, prevent, and eventually cure T1D.
As the largest charitable supporter of T1D research, JDRF is currently sponsoring $568 million in scientific research in 17 countries. In 2012 alone, JDRF provided more than $110 million to T1D research.

Where to order the book (also available on Amazon, but they take all the money)
http://crimsonedgepublishing.com/bookstore/

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I had a sneak preview of the Secrets and Doors anthology in the shape of Christine’s contribution, Simple Magic.
I knew I was going to like it from the first line:

I cannot kill the child.

As an author who opened her first book with the mass murder of newborn babies, I could empathise. These are Elves we’re dealing with here. They have the classic Elf look, long silver braids and green eyes, but all similarity stops there. This short story is a complex affair mingling magic and fantasy with spec fic. These are more like Aliens than the Elves we have come to know and love through the likes of Tolkein. Whatever is noble and upright about them is riddled with corruption, and they have brought the seeds of their destruction with them from the world they have fled.
The story describes how, on the eve of becoming a fully-fledged priest, an Elf begins to doubt, then to ask questions, then to realise the true nature of her existence. What she surmises horrifies her, and suddenly, the ethereal beauty of her crystal castle in the sky, with its gardens and marble halls, seems so paltry compared with the earthy pleasures of human beings and the nature that surrounds them.
What I enjoyed most about this story were the descriptions of the Elf dwelling, which had a truly dreamlike quality about them. If anything, I would have said the story didn’t need to be so complex. I would have been happy without the technical explanation given at the end in a denouement that came over as just a little contrived. The simple contrast between the cold, decadent beauty of the Elf world and the familiar human world of hard work and love, would have been enough for me.
Having said that, many people prefer to have all the loose ends tied up at the end of a story, and I very much enjoyed Simple Magic. If this is representative of the quality of the anthology it should be one worth reading.

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Christine Nielson Haggerty grew up in rural Utah with three brothers, a sister, several chickens, a goat, and an outhouse. She always loved the escape of fantasy and the art of writing, and her passion for life is to craft stories of strength and survival.

As a former high school language arts teacher and a black belt in karate, Christine has found a niche in combining those skills to help authors write effective fight scenes.

Links
http://www.christinehaggertyauthor.com
Facebook: Christine Haggerty, Author
Twitter: @chaggerty99

Evolution release

You may remember a short while ago I reviewed E by Kate Wrath. Some of you will have since read it. The good news is that the sequel is out today.

Evolution, the second book in the E series, is now available! Get Evolution and E for only 99¢ each during release week, November 12th-19th, 2014.

 

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Outpost Three is still standing… barely. But the deadliest threat it has ever faced is on its way– a violent force that will annihilate every man, woman, and child.

With the Sentries under his control and Grey’s army defeated, Matt is more powerful than ever. Eden is little more than his prisoner, but that line is blurring as her affection for him grows. Now, as the Outpost faces total destruction, Matt must sacrifice the possibility of attaining Eden’s love in the vague hope that her past might hold the key to saving them all.

Eden’s journey will begin to unravel the mysteries of her previous life, reveal dangerous new questions, and change not only the future of Outpost Three, but shape the course of history.

This eagerly anticipated sequel to Kate Wrath’s E begins an epic quest into the dark, dystopian landscape of Eden’s world.
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Get both books in the E series, E and Evolution, for 99¢ each on Kindle for a limited time only: November 12th- 19th, 2014.

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An excerpt from Evolution:

We run down the narrow alley and take the first turn, then another. We keep running, moving. I don’t even notice my surroundings until, at last, we slow to a stop. The smell hits me first—the stench of piss, of something rotten, all condensed into a small space. Breathing hard, we stand in the street and look around us. We’re in a main thoroughfare now, judging from the traffic, but it’s still narrow. I feel squashed, smothered. On all sides, a crowd throngs around us. Most of them are dressed in rags. Hollow faces huddle three or four bodies deep against both edges of the road, dirty, hopeless, and lost. Many of them are children.

I’m scanning their faces frantically before I even realize what I’m doing. “Oscar,” I hear myself whisper. It hits me, and I break off before I can call out his name. Before I can start running again, sifting through the masses of them.

Apollon’s hand clamps onto mine, but he says nothing. He and Jonas are focused on Jacob, who is shaking violently. Tears are pouring from widened eyes down his face. I want to help him, but all I can do is stand here trying not to break down, myself.

“We need to find somewhere to regroup,” Jonas says quietly. “Get out of this mess.”
I cast around for somewhere to go, but as far as I can see, it’s piles upon piles. People, and people, and buildings looming over them. There’s no breathing room. No space. I have to force my breath to steadiness. It’s too much.
There is a commotion on the street ahead, maybe a block away. The ragged masses push away from the center, squashing and trampling each other in the process. We’re caught in a wave of motion and carried backward, but still we try to look. Where the commotion started, there’s a group of figures, similarly dressed in black with blue bandanas. They’re moving down the street toward us.

The wave of people suddenly backlashes from the other direction, and we’re pushed the opposite way from before. We manage to finally see why. On our opposite side, there’s another group of people. These are dressed primarily in white. One of them, clearly a leader, wears a purple doo rag and carries what might be the biggest gun I’ve ever seen. He raises it toward us.

Book baby blues

With less than a week to go before the release of my first novel, I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on anything at all. One of the children has exams next week, husband has a law exam next Saturday, the dog has to go to the vet for his annual jabs. And all I can think about is Friday.

We planned the celebratory meal for Friday evening, bought the champagne and other goodies. But have I thought about what kind of comfort food I’m going to give my Baccalauréat scholar when he comes in from the ordeal of four hours of Philosophy, or his Italian oral exam when he can speak Italian about as well as I can speak Aramaic? Of course not. Have I considered that with a law exam on Saturday, for which he has had hardly any time to revise, my other half might not really feel like pushing the boat out on Friday evening? Like hell I have. This book lark has turned me from a reasonably exemplary caring mother, into an irritable, navel-gazing recluse.

There has been such a build up to this release, pushed back twice, from February, to May then to June, that I have been living in a sort of unpublished limbo. The book has been finished, with a cover, a blurb and reviews to go with it for months. I’ve been pushing it under everybody’s nose as if it was already a ‘real’ book. So what exactly will change next Friday? If I am perfectly honest about it, probably not much. Even if it sold millions of copies the first day I wouldn’t know about it, so, apart from admiring the pretty picture on Amazon, what will I do?

Friday should be the culmination of years of work. On Friday, the dream is supposed to come true. But will it? Perhaps the snappiness, and the feeling that my gut has been through the wringer is due to fear of failure, that my first novel, so long in the preparation will turn out to be a damp squib. Is this what all on-the-verge-of-being-published writers feel? I have heard publishing a book described as being like having a baby. But with a baby you actually get something to take home with you. Not only is it to take home and keep, but you have the responsibility of nurturing it and turning it into a civilised human being: take your eye off the ball for a moment and terrible things happen. But when a book is published, the author’s input stops, apart from the dreaded promotion, and there must be a sense of anti-climax lurking on the edges of the champagne cork-popping euphoria.

I have a feeling I know the answer, not to how other authors feel on the day their book is released, but to how to get over the book baby blues. Forget about the first five minute wonder, and write another one.

Pasternak trying to write the sequel
Pasternak trying to write the sequel