Thursday, February 4, 2016

Interview + Giveaway: Winterwood by Jacey Bedford

UFI welcomes Author Jacey Bedford. Thanks for Joining us!!

What can you tell my readers about yourself that they might not know from looking on your bio or reading in another interview?

I spent a lot of my youth riding horses and reading pony books before discovering fantasy fiction by finding a copy of CS Lewis' The Horse and His Boy. That was my gateway into fantastic literature and I haven't looked back since. I've been a bookaholic all my life so it was natural that I went to college and became a librarian and then progressed to writing my own stories. When we had kids I left libraries, and after a few years I ended up singing with a cappella vocal trio, Artisan (www.artisan-harmony.com), touring internationally. I've made a dozen CDs and a concert DVD and played all over the UK, parts of Europe, the USA, Canada and Australia. Since the band split up, I've worked from home, which I adore.

What do you enjoy doing on your down time?

Down time? What is this 'down time' of which you speak? I run my own business booking music tours of the UK for folk performers and I write, so there's really not much down time at all. I try to cram in reading as well, and then there's all the day-to-day stuff. Sometimes I barely have time to dash off to the supermarket to buy groceries. I'm also the secretary of Milford - that's the Milford SF Writers' Conference in the UK - (www.milfordSF.co.uk) which is a week-long event for published SF authors.

What is your Favorite part of writing?

I know some authors don't like the editing process, but I love it. It's the point at which you can take a first draft - sometimes a fairly crappy first draft - a rework it to make sense. You can refine ideas and characterisation and suddenly from this chaotic jumble of words, something emerges that has shape and structure.

Do you have any certain routines you must follow as you write?

Not really. My motto is: apply seat of trousers to office chair, fingers to keyboard and type. My office is at the front of the house. It's a room full of books, my desk, my computer, and it has a bit of spare floor space for the dog to lie down and keep me company. I often hit the office chair before I hit the kitchen in the morning. My other half says I'm impossible to prise out of there once I get absorbed. I write late into the night so I'm rarely awake before ten, but I'm often writing at three in the morning because that's when the rest of the world is asleep and no one wants a piece of me. The phone stops ringing. The household is quiet. I like a quiet writing space. I can't listen to music while I'm writing. I guess it's having been in the music business. Music is to be listened to. If I have it playing while I'm writing I get distracted.

What are some of your Favorite books or Authors in the Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Genres?

I really love Patricia Briggs' Mercy Thompson books. Ms Briggs is a buy-on-sight author and I think I have everything she's ever written. I'm also exceedingly fond of Kevin Hearne's Iron Druid books and Benedict Jacka's Alex Verus books. I also love Scott Lynch's Gentlemen Bastards books and Lisa Shearin's Raine Benares books. Both of those last ones are second-world fantasies, but they've got the snap of Urban Fantasy. Not Urban Fantasy at all, but I have to mention my favourite author, Lois McMaster Bujold, who writes both science fiction and fantasy. Her character, Miles Vorkosigan, could easily grace the pages of any urban fantasy. I've just started to read C.E, Murphy's Negotiator books, starting with Heart of Stone, featuring Margrit, a young black lawyer in NYC, and Alban, a gargoyle. I'm looking forward to reading more, her characters are great.

How would you pitch your Rowankind series to someone who has not heard of it before?

Urban-ish fantasy set in 1800. Ross Tremayne, a cross-dressing female privateer captain and unregistered witch, likes her life on the high seas surrounded by a bunch of barely reformed pirates and accompanied by the ghost of her dead husband, but when she pays a deathbed visit to her estranged mother she inherits a brother she didn't know she had, and a task she doesn't want. Enter Corwen, wolf shapechanger. He's handsome, competent and Ross really doesn't like him. Neither does Will's ghost. Ross has to choose between the land and the sea; the ghost of the past, or the possibilities of the future, and she has to make a decision which could affect the whole country, for better or for worse.

Can you tell us a little bit about the world that Winterwood, the first in the Rowankind Series, is set in?

It's 1800. England is ruled by Mad King George, the American colonies have been lost and Napoleon is knocking at the door. Out on the oceans British privateers with letters of marque from the king cruise legitimately for prizes of French merchant ships. On land, in almost every household of substance, is an unpaid army of rowankind, gentle bond-servants so unremarkable that everyone has forgotten where they came from in the first place. Magic is strictly controlled by the Mysterium. Registered witches are limited to performing small magics. Unregistered witches are hanged. And somewhere, hidden in the darkest corner of London, is a two hundred year old organisation so secret that it hasn't even got a name.

Do you have a favorite scene in Winterwood?

I have a couple of favourite scenes. I really like the opening in which Ross visits her dying mother. After seven years of estrangement it's a bitter scene. There's no forgiveness on either side, though Ross doesn't come to understand why it's all come about until she learns about her family's past.

Also much later on, Ross and Corwen are taking cautious first steps, but Will's ghost gets into a jealous snit. Corwen and the ghost end up facing off at a most inconvenient moment. That was a really fun scene to write.

Which one character out of all your books was your favorite to write about? What about the hardest to write about? #

I think they're all favourites while you're writing them. Ask me tomorrow and I might have a different answer. I like writing complex, multi-layered characters. In Winterwood Ross came to me fairly easily. She almost jumped on to the page fully-formed. She's the captain of her own ship. She dresses in man's clothes and has taken on the persona of her late husband, Will. She's grown into the role of privateer, preferring the sea to the land because on the land her magic gains strength and threatens to overwhelm her. She's good at what she does, and has remade a family for herself, her own being out of reach. Corwen, on the other hand, is a bit of an enigma. I'm writing the second Rowankind book now and still discovering aspects of Corwen that didn't come out in the first book. In Winterwood, he's a mystery and Ross thinks he's dangerous and doubts his motives. He doesn't get any point-of-view time, so reveals himself through what he does and says, not what he thinks.

What Other Projects can we look forward to reading from you?

Winterwood is the first in a trilogy about the world of the Rowankind. The second book, Silverwolf, will deal with the aftermath of Ross' action in Winterwood. What she does will impact on England, the industrial revolution, the tolerance for magic and even on Mad King George himself. The third book will continue the story with further forays into the political situation complicated by a litter of little shapechangers who can't stay out of trouble. I also write science fiction. My first two space operas in the Psi-Tech universe, are far-future adventures with spaceships, telepathy, evil megacorporations and something dark lurking in the depths of Foldspace. Empire of Dust and Crossways are out now (from DAW) and the third in the trilogy, Nimbus, is the next to be written.
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Winterwood
Rowankind #1
Set in 1800 in Britain, Mad King George is on the throne with Napoleon Bonaparte knocking on the door. Unregistered magic users are pursued to the death, while in every genteel home resides uncomplaining rowankind bondservants who have become so commonplace that no one can recall where they came from.

Meanwhile, Rossalinde Tremayne is satisfied with her life as a cross-dressing privateer captain on the high seas. But a bitter deathbed visit to her estranged mother changes her life completely when she inherits a magical winterwood box. Now, not only is she confronted with a newly-discovered brother, and an annoyingly handsome wolf shapeshifter, Rossalinde has to decide whether or not to open the box to free rowankind and right an ancient wrong—even if it brings the downfall of Britain.

This brand-new series is perfect for fans of Elizabeth Bear, D.B. Jackson, and Marie Brennan, as well as readers of historical fiction who are looking for an accessible gateway to fantasy.
 

PRAISE FOR WINTERWOOD:

“Swashbuckling action, folklore and characters to care about: this is an authentic English take on historical fantasy, magic and class.”
—Kari Sperring

“A fabulous and fun action-packed story, with an engaging heroine.”
—Liz Williams

“A finely crafted and well-researched plunge into swashbuckling, sorcery, shape-shifting and the Fae! Highly entertaining.”
—Elizabeth Ann Scarborough
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Jacey Bedford is an English writer who is published by DAW in the USA. She lives and works behind a desk in Pennine Yorkshire. She's had stories published on both sides of the Atlantic. Her first two novels, Empire of Dust and Crossways are science fiction (space opera) and follow on from each other in the Psi-Tech series. (There will be a third Psi-Tech book, Nimbus.) Winterwood, a historical fantasy is out in February 2016. Set in 1800, expect a cross-dressing privateer captain, the jealous ghost of her dead husband, and a sexy wolf shapechanger. A sequel, Silverwolf, will follow.

Jacey is secretary of the UK Milford Writers' Conference, a peer-to-peer workshopping week for published SF writers. She also hosts Northwrite SF, a critique group based in Yorkshire.

She's been a librarian, a postmistress and member of internationally touring a cappella trio, Artisan (and still occasionally is for reunion gigs). When not writing she arranges UK gigs for folk artists from all over the world.


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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Promo + Giveaway: Blood In Her Veins by Faith Hunter


Blood In Her Veins
Nineteen Stories From the World of Jane Yellowrock 
New York Times bestselling author Faith Hunter presents a comprehensive collection of stories starring everyone’s favorite “smart, sexy, and ruthless”* shapeshifting skinwalker...

In this must-have collection of stories, experience nineteen thrilling adventures from the world of vampire-hunter Jane Yellowrock, including many fan favorites and two all-new novellas. Read about the first time Jane put the pedal to the metal in “The Early Years,” and the last thing a werewolf will ever see as Jane delivers justice in “Beneath a Bloody Moon.” Get a searing look into the pasts of some of the series’ best-loved characters: Beast in “WeSa and the Lumber King,” Rick LaFleur in “Cat Tats,” and Molly Everhart Trueblood in “Haints.”
 
In the brand-new “Cat Fight,” the witches and vampires of Bayou, Oiseau, are at war over a magical talisman—and Jane must figure out how to keep the mysterious artifact out of the covetous hands of the Master of New Orleans. And in the never-before-published “Bound No More,” Jane welcomes a visit from Molly and her daughter, Angie, who is about to prove she’s the most powerful witch in Everhart history....
 
From the Big Easy to the bad bayou, from the open road to a vampire’s lair—with Jane Yellowrock, it’s always a given: have stakes, will travel.

*New York Times Bestselling Author Kim Harrison

Excerpt:

The priest said, “A vampire sent you to this town?”

“Yeah. At the request of the local Clan blood-master.”

His voice soft a breeze, Eli said, “We understand that you had control
of the wreath, what the Mithrans call la corona in Latin, or le breloque, in
French.”

I didn’t react, but . . . how did my partner know that was Latin? No
way could he blame that on being a Ranger.

The priest said, “The wreath is spelled, hiding what it is. Spells are of
the devil.”

“Not all of them,” I said.

“Yes. All.”

“Powers and principalities are not all from Satan.”

You wish to bandy Scripture and church history with me?” Something
in the emphasis suggested that I was out of my league in that department,
that he could squash me under his metaphorical, verbal, scholarly boot. I
decided on another tack.

I said, “Is the vine of the true crown still in the Vatican? Or did it go
missing?” The priest removed his hands from his pockets, and Eli tensed,
not that anyone else would have noted the minute changes in his body. It
was more a scent change than motion, and it eased when the priest
appeared to clasp his white-gloved hands behind his back. The stink of
burned meat and Silvadene was instantly stronger on the air.

I knew my partner needed something, so I went on the offensive, drawing
the priest’s attention to me with a single step forward and what little
I had gained from the Kid’s info.

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Faith Hunter, fantasy writer, was born in Louisiana and raised all over the south. She writes three Urban Fantasy series:  the Skinwalker series, featuring Jane Yellowrock, a Cherokee skinwalker who hunts rogue vampires. The Soulwood series, featuring earth magic user Nell Ingram. And the Rogue Mage novels, a dark, urban, post-apocalyptic, fantasy series featuring Thorn St. Croix, a stone mage. (There is a role playing game based on the series, ROGUE MAGE.)

Under the pen name Gwen Hunter, she writes action-adventure, mysteries, and thrillers. As Faith and Gwen, she has 30+ books in print in 29 countries.

Hunter writes full-time, tries to keep house, and is a workaholic with a passion for travel, jewelry making, white-water kayaking, and writing. She and her husband love to RV, traveling with their rescued Pomeranians to whitewater rivers all over the Southeast.

Find Faith online at www.faithhunter.net, her blog, on TwitterFacebook, and Goodreads; also www.yellowrocksecurities.com, and www.gwenhunter.com.
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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Review: Wickedly Powerful by Deborah Blake

Wickedly Powerful
Release Date: February 2, 2016
Publisher: Berkley
Baba Yaga Book #3
ISBN:   1101987448
ISBN13: 9781101987445
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Review Copy Source: Publisher
The author of Wickedly Wonderful returns to her “addicting”* world of Russian witches in the latest Baba Yaga novel.

When fiery tempered Baba Yaga Bella Young is called to discover to discover who’s setting magical fires throughout Wyoming’s Black Hills, she puts aside her loner ways and begins working closely with former Hotshots firefighter Sam Corbett—and falling hard for his quiet strength and charm.

Sam may bear the scars of his past, but Bella can see beyond them and would do anything to help him heal. Only before she can rescue her Prince Charming, she’ll have to overcome the mysterious foe setting the forest fires—a truly wicked witch who wields as much power and even more anger than Bella…

Not as sweet and soft as Becka and not as hard and fierce as Barbara, Bella falls right in the middle. I enjoyed getting to know the third American Baba Yaga and watching her get over her fears and fall in love. Bella has a bit of an attitude and I had no trouble liking her from the start. Sam was really easy to connect to and I really felt his struggles. I really enjoyed watching him open up and I liked how he was able to put his fear aside when it mattered the most.

One thing that all the Baba's share is that they are all extremely loyal to those they care about. I really loved that they were all able to come together—for a short time—in WICKEDLY POWERFUL and give us a taste of what it's like for them to work together. Bella's Chudo-Yudo was a lot of fun and a character all in its own. He brought a lot of spunk to the story.

If I am reading Blake's website right, there will be more books in the Baba Yaga series. Not sure who they will focus on, but I have enjoyed the series so far and will be picking up book four when it comes out.

I gave it 4/5 stars

* This book was provided free of charge from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

New Releases: 1/31-2/6


Tue. Feb. 2nd

The Alchemy of Chaos (Maradaine #2) by Marshall Ryan Maresca
 Assassin's Heart (Assassin's Heart #1) by Sarah Ahiers
Banished (Forbidden #2) by Kimberley Griffiths Little 
 Burning Midnight by Will McIntosh 
A Criminal Magic by Lee Kelly
 Grave Visions (Alex Craft #4) by Kalayna Price
Pull by Anne Riley
Raging Sea (Undertow #2) by Michael Buckley
Remembrance (The Mediator #7) by Meg Cabot
 Revenge and the Wild by Michelle Modesto 
 Unhooked by Lisa Maxwell
Valkyrie (Valkyrie #1) by Kate O'Hearn
 Wickedly Powerful (Baba Yaga #3) by Deborah Blake 

Happy Reading!!

Monday, February 1, 2016

Early Review: Windburn by Shannon Mayer

Windburn
Release Date: February 2, 2016
Publisher: Hijinks Ink Publishing
ASIN:   B017S1KQ0M
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Review Copy Source: Author
"My name is Larkspur, and I am an Elemental.”

My people use the power of the earth to sustain life and defy our enemies. I should be at my father's side as a royal princess. But as a half-breed, bastard child, that isn't going to happen.


The King is missing and his mind is cracked. It is up to me to find him before the Rim is taken over by the bloodthirsty heir to the throne.

But the path to finding the King is anything but straight, and I find myself in the human world facing possible banishment. All to find a Tracker who happens to be on the run from a demon, yet she is my only hope in bringing my father home.

Nothing is as it seems and I'm uncertain who is friend or foe. My impending punishment threatens to suffocate me as I defy our laws and fight to bring peace to my home. . . and fight to keep those I love the dearest alive.

How will I get both my father and I out of this one unscathed? Welcome to being The Chosen One.

I have already read—and finished—Mayer's Riley Adamson series and have been waiting for some events to happen in Lark's storyline. WINDBURN brought the two story's together in Lark's timeline and ended on one of the events that I have been waiting for.

After the amount of time spent in and the major events that happened in the Rim, the Deep and the Pit, I was a little surprised by how little actually happened in air's neck of the woods. In fact most of the story happened anywhere BUT in the Eyrie and most of the major events of the book didn't really have anything to do with them. What's up with that? We got some set up for some things in future books, but I can't help feeling like the Sylphs got gipped a little bit.

The love triangle isn't my favorite part of the Elemental Series. I don't really know why, but I don't care much for Cactus. His jealousy I can understand, but he is a bit of a child when it comes to not getting his way. I have to agree with Peta's assessment of him. Ash on the other hand I love. He is always there for Lark and they seem to fit together really well. He has my vote all the way.

WINDBURN answered a lot of questions I have had after not only reading the previous books in the series, but also from reading the Riley Adamson series. I'm very excited to see what ROOTBOUND will bring us and see Lark back in action.

I gave it 3.5/5 stars

* This book was provided free of charge from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Week in Review: 1/24-1/30



Books Received for Review


Shadow Rites by Faith Hunter

Books I've Read

Gifted Thief by Helen Harper
Wickedly Powerful by Deborah Blake
Balance by Leia Stone
Shift Work by J.C. McKenzie

Reviews Posted

The Prophecy of Shadows by Michelle Madow
The Brimstone Deception by Lisa Shearin

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Friday, January 29, 2016

Guest Blog: Four Feasts Till Darkness Series by Christian A. Brown

UFI welcomes Author Christian A. Brown. Thanks for Joining us!!

A Remedy to Media Desensitization
After the Game of Thrones episode with Sansa’s ‘deflowering’, I decided that I needed to take a break from “gritty”, “edgy” programming. A cultural shift is happening and there seems to be nothing on the table that we cannot discuss or see anymore. I’m a strong supporter of the freedom of information, artistic-expression, and choice. That said, I worry—and personally suffer at times—from the overwhelming sensationalism that surrounds certain media. I understand why it is important to accurately portray violence and evil—I have often written divisive, dark material myself. Still, I feel that an over-immersion in this type of content separates us from the humanity that we need to objectively view and tackle rigid gender roles and issues of sexuality and violence. Live too long in the darkness and darkness is all you know. Sometimes it’s easier to just turn off my brain and watch something mindless, instead of having to worry about furthering—or dismantling—negative social constructs with the material I’m watching. I look to laugh. I look for something that doesn’t tax mind or morality.
A hearty serving of brain-pap was what I intended to feed myself when my partner and I flicked on Netflix the other night. While scrolling through our options, I saw a still of Jane Fonda grimacing at Lily Tomlin and was immediately intrigued. “Grace and Frankie,” their new show is called. I didn’t read the synopsis—I rarely do, even with books. I knew that there would be tomfoolery and hilarity with this duo. Grace and Frankie has a kind of magic to its casting and delivery that’s as rare and unexpected as the scent of vanilla while standing knee deep in a fly-buzzing quagmire of manure—my analogy on the current state of crass programming that gluts our media. I rarely, if ever, watch situation comedies. Only that’s not what Grace and Frankie is, entirely, and you realize that right from the opening sequence where all four of the major characters are introduced: Grace (Fonda), Frankie (Tomlin), Sol (Waterston), and Robert (Martin Sheen). The four are at a restaurant. First, only Grace and Frankie are present and we can sense their forced pleasantness around the other. They’re really only acquaintances on account of their husbands who work together. Said husbands, Robert and Sol, arrive for dinner; they’re nervous and fidgety. The men almost immediately come out to their wivesprofessing their love for one another. They have been involved in an affair for decades.
At this point, there are a number of ways in which a comedy tackling social issues of this depth—homosexuality, infidelity, trust—could go horribly off the rails. However, through the power of the performances and a passable script (which gets better as the show matures), the actors guide us through a great betrayal and shattering of relationships, and build something quite remarkable from the pieces. Reviews have been mixed on Grace and Frankie. I’ve read a few blurbs on the show’s ham-fisted characterizations but I’ve never found that to be the case. In the many episodes of Grace and Frankie that I’ve enjoyed, I’ve seen the show deal with addiction, ageism, unfulfilling sexual patterns, death, and of course all of the foibles and disasters that accompany the whole “our husbands are gay” quandary. I like how the writers and actors make less of a fuss about being gay and more of a fuss about the betrayal. That’s why people are usually angry when someone comes out—they think they should have known, they blame or project themselves into the situation. I enjoy how the show slowly paces the long process of healing between former partners, and interweaves that with the budding, beautiful friendship of the titular characters.
A show can’t do or be everything, and you can only impart so much wisdom through twenty minutes of comedic drama. I can forgive the show’s failing of not being life-altering satire. What Grace and Frankie does right, however, is to show human relationships at their most flawed and vulnerable, in a digestible way. You see, it doesn’t matter what the message is if people are too offended to heed it. Grace and Frankie shows people who have hope. It shows people who are old and still beautiful (inside and out). It has a number of lessons for us to learn if we are willing. Also, you get to see Fonda tripping balls on painkillers and peyote juice in the very first episode. That alone is worth the price of admission.
Grace and Frankie
Most of all, I watch Grace and Frankie because I worry for a diet of the mind consisting solely of grim, dark gruel. Too much of one thing is never good. We need levity. We need thoughtful lightness in our emotional diet. A world fed only on Cersei’s machinations and Sansa’s cries makes for a starved and violent populace.
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Bestselling author of the critically acclaimed Feast of Fates, Christian A. Brown received a Kirkus star in 2014 for the first novel in his genre-changing Four Feasts Till Darkness series. He has appeared on Newstalk 1010, AM640, Daytime Rogers, and Get Bold Today with LeGrande Green. He actively writes a blog about his mother’s journey with cancer and on gender issues in the media. A lover of the weird and wonderful, Brown considers himself an eccentric with a talent for cat-whispering.

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Feast of Fates
 Four Feasts Till Darkness #1
Morigan lives a quiet life as the handmaiden to a fatherly old sorcerer named Thackery. But when she crosses paths with Caenith, a not wholly mortal man, her world changes forever. Their meeting sparks long buried magical powers deep within Morigan. As she attempts to understand her newfound abilities, unbidden visions begin to plague her—visions that show a devastating madness descending on one of the Immortal Kings who rules the land.

With Morigan growing more powerful each day, the leaders of the realm soon realize that this young woman could hold the key to their destruction. Suddenly, Morigan finds herself beset by enemies, and she must master her mysterious gifts if she is to survive.
Available at Amazon and Createspace

Excerpt #2:

Morigan took the bracelet.
            “I accept your offering.” The Wolf’s face lit and she thought that he would leap at her. “Yet first, I have a request.”
            “Anything, my Fawn.”
            “I would like to see…what you are. The second body that shares your soul. Show me your fangs and claws,” she commanded.
            Perhaps it was the steadiness of her voice, how she ordered him to bare himself as if he belonged to her, that made the Wolf’s heart roar to comply. He did not shed his skin but for the whitest moons of the year, and even then, so far from the city and never in front of another. In a sense, he was as much a virgin as she. With an unaccustomed shyness, he found himself undressing before the Fawn, confused for a speck as to who was the hunter. The flare of her nostrils, the intensity of her stare that ate at him for once.
            I have chosen well for a mate. She is as much a Wolf as I, he thought, kicking off his boots and then shimmying his pants down to join the rest of his clothing. No bashful maiden was Morigan, and she did not look away from his nakedness, but appreciated what she saw: every rough, hairy, huge bit of him.
            He howled and fell to all fours. Bones shifted and snapped, rearranging under his skin like skeletal gears. From his head, chest and loins, the soft black hair thickened and spread over his twisting flesh. His heaving became guttural and sloppy, and when he tossed his head up in a throe of agony or pleasure, his beard had coated his face, and she noticed nothing but white daggers of teeth. Wondrously Morigan witnessed the transformation, watched him swell with twice the muscle he had possessed as a man, saw his hands and feet shag over with fur and split the soil with black claws. Another howl and a final gristle-crunching shudder (his hindquarters snapping into place, she thought) signified the end of the change.
            Her dreams did not do Caenith justice. Here was a beast twice the size of a mare with jaws that could swallow her to the waist. Here was a monster that had stalked and ruled the Untamed. A lord of fang and claw. The birds and weaker animals vanished, knowing a deadly might was near. Around her, the Wolf paced; making the ground tremble with power; ravishing her with his cold gray gaze; huffing and blasting her with his forceful breaths. While the scent of his musk was choking, it was undeniably Caenith’s, if rawer and unwashed.
            Morigan was not afraid, and was flushed with heat and shaking as she slipped the bracelet on and knelt. She did not flinch as the Wolf lay behind and about her like a great snuffling rug and placed his boulder of a head in her lap. No, she stroked his long ears and his wrinkled snout. A maiden and her Wolf. Soon the birds returned, sensing this peace and chirping in praise of it. And neither Morigan nor the Wolf could recall a time—if ever there was one—where they had felt so complete.


Feast of Dreams
 Four Feasts Till Darkness #2
As two queens plot each other's destruction, a small band of adventurers continues its quest for the knowledge needed to defeat the mad King Brutus and his unearthly parasite, the Black Queen. Their search brings Morigan and the Wolf to the perilous forests of Alabion, where they and their companions will face the darkness of their pasts-and discover equally dark destinies.

Meanwhile, far from Alabion, the queens of the East and West continue their deadly dance. One seeks a relic of great power, while the other puts her faith in a mix of military and technomagikal force. Both are aware they have a slim window of opportunity to settle their power struggle-after all, Mad Brutus's recent defeat is at best a setback. The mad king is already amassing a new army of soulless husks in the wastelands of Mor'Khul.

Unknown to the great powers struggling for control, a father and son wander those same wastelands, scavenging what they can as they weather Brutus's gathering storm. They too have a role to play in Geadhain's fate-a role which may just provide a last remnant of hope.

Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/rURqUni_lco
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Excerpt #1:

“My queen, it grows late.”
    Queen Lila was about to address the enormous man casting his silver-hued shadow over her as Rowena. But no. Her sword was gone and neck-deep in espionage with the master of the East Watch, and a hammer named Erik was her guardian these days. What sad eyes the man had, more black than blue—as morose as those of an owl perched over a graveyard. She could see them glinting from beneath his darkened visor. Rarely did she spot the hard, hidden handsomeness of the man—his black hair, broken but appealing face, and stubble crisscrossed in scars. Come to think of it, aside from the moment his naked, scorched self had abruptly manifested in a cindery puff within the Chamber of Echoes some weeks ago, she hadn’t seen him without his helm. He was hiding then from the absence of his king or another private torment. She had been staring at him rather unabashedly for quite a spell. The sparkle of fiery colors off the immaculate polish of his pristine armor hypnotized her. His voice snapped her out of her trance. How quickly evening’s shroud had fallen.
    “Time has escaped us,” commented the queen.
    Erik gently led her from the bedside she attended. As they passed the hospice’s cots and floor pallets, the hands and voices of the wounded reached for her. Erik watched the queen’s remorseful looks and the aching way she touched the feet of certain sufferers or the backs of weeping kin. These days she was cold and ruthless in her judgments within the palace. She had become a steel queen to stand metal for mettle against the Iron Queen rising in the East. In these particular confines, however, where the faltering breath of the ailing made the air humid, and it was thick with the stench of eucalyptus poultices and incense to mask the rot magik would not heal, the queen’s mask cracked or was simply cast off. Genuine pity replaced it. She had come here each day for the past fortnight since the storm of frostfire had struck Eod. “The day of ruin,” the people called it—when first the skies were bare and then suddenly forked with red lightning, spitting shards of ice and arrows of flame to the earth. None of sound mind could have prepared for that wailing apocalypse. Thousands were killed instantly. They were boiled inside tarry craters the earthspeakers were still working to fill or entombed in buildings that could not hold against the storm’s wrath. The injuries were uncountable, and they were still being reported. Those with only singed or frostbitten flesh dismissed the pettiness of their wounds and carried on with tourniquets and grimaces. Others had to be scraped from streets or, if mauled but living, extracted from rubble and taken to a growing encampment of emergency sites erected near the palace. Here was where the queen always found herself once the details of war, supply lines, allies, enemies, and stratagems had worn her patience to a snappy disinterest. Somehow in these miserable hospices, the queen seemed peaceful, albeit sad.
Time and again Erik made one-sided conversation as he guarded his new charge—he never managed to say these words. You blame yourself for this or for my kingfather’s fate. You see these sins as your own. You feel the weight and needs of this entire nation upon yourself, and what a terrible weight that must be to bear. You are not alone, though, my queen. As adrift as you might be, I am here. I shall be the rock you need. I have made a promise to the great man who speaks to us no more.
The night he had appeared so rudely at her side, she held him and told him she could not sense the king anymore. The icy flame of Magnus’s soul had gone as cold as a forgotten hearth.
“What does it mean? What does it all mean?” she’d sobbed.
She was without her lover and partner in eternity, and he was without his father. They were agonizingly alone. Only on that night did she cry for the king and never since—as far as Erik had witnessed. He and the queen did not speak of their grief again or further pursue the reality that the Immortal King—missing and utterly quiet in his queen’s mind since the battle with his mad brother in Zioch—was quite possibly dead.
At the hospice exit, Queen Lila stopped so suddenly that Erik almost elbowed his liege. With what Erik perceived as a speck of wariness, she half glanced over her shoulder, and her gaze swelled wide with fear. She was staring at something behind them. Erik looked as well and reached a hand to his weapon. However, he saw nothing aside from the rows of squirming sufferers moving on their bloody, sweat-soaked cots like man-size maggots. What horrible times these were.
“Have you forgotten something?” he asked.
Queen Lila wished she could explain the hairs that prickled on her neck or the chill of Mother Winter’s mouth that blew the humidity from the chamber, but no one else seemed to feel it. Most of all, she wanted to find a less hysterical explanation for the shadow—tall as a mountain, black, and somehow bright—that hovered in the corner of her eye. She would not turn around and look at it. She could not. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would involuntarily scream. What do you want, shadow? Why do you haunt me? Why do you come to me in dreams?
“My queen?”
“No. I need nothing more,” she answered curtly and moved ahead, trembling.