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Author Interview and Giveaway: Krist Charish

*Kristi Charish was kind enough to provided two (2) free copies (physical or Audible) of Owl and the Electric Samurai to go along with her interview! The link and details for the giveaway are located at the bottom of the post, following the interview 🙂

Today I am interviewing Kristi Charish, author of the new urban fantasy novel, Owl and the Electric Samurai, third book in The Adventures of the Owl series.

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DJ: Hey Kristi! Thanks for agreeing to do this interview!

For readers who aren’t familiar with you, could you tell us a little about yourself?

Kristi Charish: Hey DJ! Well, for starters I wear a couple of hats. For years I was a research scientist (I have a MSc in Molecular Biology and Biochemistry and a PhD in cell biology) where I used fruit flies and fruit fly genetics to questions about cell division and cell architecture, and how the two relate (it all fell under the cancer research umbrella). I also spent some of my early University days in Anthropology/Archaeology and Ecology.

So how did I go from academic research to writing SFF? I’ve always loved fiction and used to read novels in between experiments and on the bus, but I didn’t try writing until quite late – while I was writing up my PhD thesis. I figured why not finally give it a shot?

Owl was the first novel I finished, and I was lucky enough to pick up an agent. Simon & Schuster picked up the series and we’re now four books in plus another three in my other series with Random House Canada, Kincaid Strange (also UF).

DJ: What is Owl and the Electric Samurai and then The Adventures of the Owl series about?

Kristi: It is an urban fantasy/adventure series about a reluctant Indiana Jane (Owl/Alix Hiboux) who has to navigate a hidden supernatural world.

DJ: What were some of your influences for The Adventures of the Owl series?

Kristi: At the top of the list is Indiana Jones, one of my all time favorite series (the first three that is). But there are also a lot of other classic 80s style adventures thrown in, including The Mummy, Big Trouble in Little China, Romancing the Stone, The Goonies, and even a bit of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I really loved the lighter, fun adventure movie tones that the 80s were famous for and it really informs a lot of the series.

On the book side, Ian Hamilton’s The Ava Lee series and James Clavall’s Taipan and King Rat are also heavy influences. Continue reading

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Excerpt & Giveaway: Project Mothership by Ash Gray

Summary:

Rose, a sweet and kind librarian, is on her honeymoon with her goofy gym teacher husband when the trip takes a turn for the worst and she is abducted by aliens. When the spacecraft is attacked by the enemies of Empress Nashal, Rose makes it back to Earth freshly impregnated by alien royalty with said enemies on her heels. Now faced with running for her life, she is joined by Zita, a cheerful alien marine, and must make the choice between her unborn alien child and her baffled husband, who believes the child is his.

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*I have thirty (30) free ebooks copies of Project Mothership to go along with this excerpt! The link and details for the giveaway are located at the bottom of the post, following the excerpt 🙂

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“Well, as McDonald’s says, have it your way,” said Zita with a shrug. She frowned. “Or is that Burger King?” Rose saw her reflect a moment before shaking it off. “Doubt I need to tell you that more FBI goons will be here shortly.” She glanced at one of the houses, in the window of which a woman stood gaping. “Thanks in no small part to your neighbors. The other agents spread out and were checking different houses while we were having a drink. Some are still down the street harassing people. Shooting out those tires might hold them back a while. Nice shootin’, by the way, Tex.”

Rose staggered to a stop when she saw Zita insert her key in a honda. It was bright yellow with a large pair of red novelty lips on the antennae, and considering the fact that very few people today even drove cars that ran on gasoline, it was the most screamingly conspicuous vehicle they could have used. Yet Zita slid behind the wheel without hesitation. She paused with one long, slender leg out of the car and looked up at Rose.

“What’s the problem?”

“I’m not getting into that thing,” Rose said at once. “You’re out of your mind! If we’re not stopped by every officer between here and – wherever you’re taking us –!”

“Listen, Rose,” said Zita wearily and leaned her forearm on the wheel. She stuck a cigarette in her mouth, and her bloody hand shook a little as she struggled to light it. “You listenin’?”

Yeah,” said Rose, derisively wrinkling up her nose.

“I been living here on your oblivious little planet for going on sixty years now,” Zita said.

Rose’s brows shot up.

“And you know how I was never noticed? Never caught by the feds or even got a damn parking ticket?”

“How?”

With the cigarette lit, Zita exhaled smoke and smiled. “I hid in plain sight.” She pulled her leg in the car and shut the door. “Now get in.”

“Hey!” shouted Mr. Peterson. “That’s right – arrest her! We’re gonna talk about my car!”

Rose’s heart skipped a beat when she saw an FBI agent running down the street at them. She ran around the other side of the car and climbed in, and seeing her get inside with Quinn, the agent tossed his plasma rifle and ran full tilt, his face solemn behind his black glasses.

“Effing mechs,” complained Zita, watching the man approach through the rearview mirror.

With Quinn in her lap, Rose scrambled to strap the seatbelt across them both. “What are you waiting for? He’s coming!”

Paaaatience, grasshoppa,” said Zita around the cigarette in her mouth. Her hand closed on the stick shift, and she didn’t look at what she was doing, her eyes fixed instead on the rearview mirror.

“God, and it’s a stick?” Rose said in exasperation and tossed her hands. “We might as well turn ourselves over!”

“Geez, what a pessimist,” Zita muttered with a small smile. “Quiet. I’m parallel parked and I need to concentrate.”

“What? Who’s worrying about that now?”

“Shh.”

“Oh god,” Rose moaned and held Quinn tight in her arms.

“Juuust a little closer, you sonova bitch,” Zita muttered, eyes fixed on the man in the rearview mirror.

Rose scowled. “Could you not swear in front of my –” Her voice trailed away to a scream when a giant hammer launched out of the trunk. As the man was finally closing in, the hammer came down on him, shattering him in a cartoonish spray of screws. When the hammer lifted again, the man was a metal stain on the pavement. Several neighbors screamed as they stood on their step, and Rose felt just as horror-stricken to see the man’s smashed face reflected in the metallic glasslike coating on the hammer. The hammer retracted into the trunk again, and smiling, Zita started the car up. She didn’t acknowledge it when Rose just stared at her in silent shock.

Quinn, contrary to being horrified, was smiling and clapping her hands. “The man went smoosh, Mommy!” she said happily. “He can’t hurt us. He went smoosh.”

“Yes!” Rose agreed and hated how shrill and horrified her voice sounded.

Zita laughed softly. “And off we go,” she sang as they pulled onto the street.

“Glad to see you’re so satisfied,” Rose said sarcastically. She was appalled by Zita’s casual manner but had to remind herself that the woman wasn’t just a photographer: she was a soldier.

“Why shouldn’t I be satisfied?” Zita smiled and tapped the clock on the dash with a red nail. “We made this place more dangerous than L.A. in less than thirty-six minutes. That’s a record.”

Rose rolled her eyes, but she glanced down at Zita’s hand, which was operating the stick shift expertly. On the crown of the stick was a red button with the small black symbol of a hammer on it. She swallowed hard and looked out the window, wondering what other lethal contraptions the car hid.

They slid slowly into traffic, and though Rose wanted Zita to hurry, she knew going slowly would draw the least amount of attention. At least until the police or the FBI or whoever caught up with them. She wondered dismally if some of the neighbors hadn’t been too shocked to take down Zita’s license plate.

“Smoking is illegal, you know that,” Rose scolded. “What is that, a Camel? I thought Camels crashed in the last regression. Keep the smoke over there!” She waved the smoke away from Quinn.

Zita rolled her eyes and kissed out a wisp of smoke. “Are you always such a pill?”

Rose frowned. “It’s just that smoking could get us pulled over. Why couldn’t you have just been a pothead? Weed’s legal.”

“Not while driving, it’s not,” Zita pointed out with a breathless laugh.

“Don’t you have a car seat or something for my daughter?” Rose further admonished.

Zita snorted. “What does this look like? A nanny van?”

Rose scowled. “You said you’d been searching for us for years. Seems you would’ve been prepared.”

“Eh,” said Zita with a shrug. “I said I was searching. Never said I believed I would find you.”

“Now that you have, where are you taking us?”

“To safety . . .” Zita’s voice trailed off as her eyes glanced in the rearview mirror. “Shit.

“Could you not –!”

“Quinn’s got more to worry about than swearing at the moment, Rose!”

Rose glanced in the rearview mirror as well and her heart stopped. A man in a black suit was running toward them over the top of the cars that crowded the street. His face behind his black sunglasses was coldly solemn and determined. He carried no weapons, but as he was coming, his hands started to morph into long, silver knives.

“Do something!” Rose burst.

“Do what? This isn’t Terminator II —

“Pull out the hammer thing!”

“The Smashinator 5000 –”

Smashinator?”

Zita shrugged. “I was drunk.”

Rose made an impatient noise.

Relax,” Zita said, crushing her cigarette in the ashtray. Her lips curled into a small smile. “Buckle up.”

Before Rose could question the woman, Zita’s high heel pressed slowly on the gas, and without warning, they leapt forward like a bullet. Rose felt her entire body slap back against the seat, though Zita and Quinn were sitting as if nothing had changed, merely looking through the windshield as the car rocketed forward.

The little yellow Honda dematerialized, speeding through the other cars in a blur of color. Almost instantaneously, the car stopped again, but Rose could still feel her cheeks flapping in her eyes. Very slowly, she blinked and flexed her mouth, trying to work the cold stiffness out of her face. She thought for certain Quinn would be terrified, but the girl was giggling and clapping her hands instead.

“Yay!” Quinn squealed. “That was fun! We went swoosh!” She raised her hands to the ceiling in triumph.

Zita smirked, watching Quinn as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Maybe the kid really is entirian after all.” She glanced at Rose and snorted a laugh to see the other woman sitting in mute shock with her hair flying. “You alright?”

Rose glared sideways at Zita. “You could have warned me.”

Zita slowly grinned. “Where’s the fun in that?”

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*** Project Mothership is available TODAY!!! ***

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About the author:

Ash Gray is actually a dragon, writing her stories on a minuscule laptop in the murky dark of a silent, wet, cold, comfortable cave. Having quite large claws, she goes through laptops like tissue paper within the span of a week, but it is worth the effort, time, and money to share her stories with an audience as in-love with fiction as she.


 

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Excerpt & Giveaway: Rites of Azathoth by Frank Cavallo

Summary:

“Rites of Azathoth is an occult-thriller rooted in the H.P. Lovecraft tradition, or what is sometimes called the Cthulhu Mythos. It is a book that will appeal to general horror audiences, especially any fans of Lovecraft himself, as well as fans of Clive Barker, Peter Straub and Jack Ketchum,” says Cavallo.

F.B.I. criminal profiler Diana Mancuso doesn’t do field work anymore. Not since a tragic mistake that cost innocent lives. But when notorious serial killer Luther Vayne escapes from prison and resumes his campaign of brutal murders, the Bureau convinces her to take one last case.

To catch him, she must understand him. She must delve into the arcana that fuels his madness, risking her life and her sanity to follow his twisted path.

The trail plunges her into a shadowy world of occult rituals and unspeakable horrors, leading to a secret cabal operating at the highest levels—and a plot to summon the darkest of all powers, to bring forth an evil that does not belong in our world—to enact the Rites of Azathoth.


*I have one (1) free copy (ebook or paperback) of Rites of Azathoth to go along with this interview! The link and details for the giveaway are located at the bottom of the post, following the excerpt 🙂

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Cleveland Police Department

Third District

2001 Payne Avenue

October 30, 1974

2:13 am

 

Transcript of Voluntary Oral Statement

 

Interrogation conducted by: Detective Edward D. Sadowski

Badge No.: 366

Suspect Name: Luther Charles Vayne

DOB: 10/16/1944

Ht: 5’11”

Wt.: 185

Eyes: None

Distinguishing Marks: numerous tattoos and brandings, scars on face and hands

 

OFFICER: You have expressed your desire to waive the presence of counsel and to make a full confession. Is that correct?

VAYNE: It is.

OFFICER: This is regarding the murder of Anna Dressler and Eric Dressler?

VAYNE: Yes.

OFFICER: What is it you want me to know?

VAYNE: As I mentioned to your desk officer, I killed them both tonight.

OFFICER: What exactly did you do? Can you tell me that?

VAYNE: I have done only what I was sent here to do.

OFFICER: Sent? From where? By whom?

VAYNE: The shadows that speak to me are of no concern. All that matters for you is that I killed the woman and her child. That is enough, is it not? I have no wish to hide anything anymore.

OFFICER: Anymore? You’ve done this before?

VAYNE: Yes, many times over the last year.

OFFICER: You’ve been killing women and children for a year?

VAYNE: Patience, detective. As I told you, I have no wish to hide anything. The facts of this and every one of my deeds are yours to examine now.

OFFICER: You know who this boy and his mother were, don’t you? Mrs. Dressler was an heiress. She had quite a large fortune. That’s no accident is it? You targeted this kid, and his mother, didn’t you?

VAYNE: I know who they were, and more importantly, who they were not. I know many things about them that you do not. Believe me detective, money was not involved, in this or any other of my recent acts. These were no mere children. At least until tonight, and for that I am very sorry.

OFFICER: Sorry? Ok, that’s a start. Why don’t you tell me what you did here?

VAYNE: I would have thought the act spoke for itself. If you’d like a narrative however, I am prepared to oblige. Simply stated, I cut the woman’s head from her neck. I drove an iron rod through her body, then through the body of her child. Just before I cut out his heart. [Pause] Would you like to hear about the others as well, detective? Or shall we take a break? You look like you might need some water.

OFFICER: How many others are there?

VAYNE: The boy and his mother tonight were the thirteenth.

OFFICER: You’re prepared to confess to thirteen murders? Thirteen double murders?

VAYNE: I am. That is why I came here tonight, to confess to everything, to every killing I have committed. At your convenience, of course. This will have to be the end of it. For now.

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*** Rites of Azathoth is published by Bedlam Press and is available TODAY!!! ***

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About the author:

Frank Cavallo is a horror and dark fantasy writer. His previous works include Eye of the Storm, The Lucifer Messiah, The Hand of Osiris, and the Gotrek & Felix novella Into the Valley of Death.

He was born and raised in New Jersey. He graduated from Boston University with a degree in Communications in 1994 and he earned a JD from the Cleveland Marshall College of Law in 2001. His life-long fascination with the darker side of human nature has led him to devote most of the past 15 years to a career as a criminal defense attorney, at the Cuyahoga County Public Defender Office, in Cleveland, Ohio. There he has come face-to-face with some of the truest horror in this world. Murder, rape, burglary, drugs. That’s his bread and butter.

Readers can connect with Frank on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

To learn more, go to http://www.frankcavallo.com/

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Author Interview and Giveaway: Rites of Azathith by Frank Cavallo

I have one (1) free copy (ebook or paperback) of Rites of Azathoth to go along with this interview! The link and details for the giveaway are located at the bottom of the post, following the interview:)

Today I am interviewing Frank Cavallo, author of the new dark fantasy novel, Rites of Azathoth.

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DJ: Hey Frank! Thanks for agreeing to do this interview!

For readers who aren’t familiar with you, could you tell us a little about yourself?

Frank Cavallo: Thanks for having me, I’m happy to be here. By way of introduction, I’m a writer of dark fantasy and horror. I’ve published four novels, a novella and a bunch of short stories over the last ten years or so. When I’m not writing I’m an attorney, focused on criminal defense work.

DJ: What is Rites of Azathoth about?

Frank: This is a bit of a genre-blending novel, as most of my stuff tends to be. It follows parallel stories of a burned-out FBI profiler who takes on a case investigating an escaped serial killer responsible for several occult murders. At the same time, a specialist in ancient languages is approached by an eccentric billionaire, and asked to translate a text that shouldn’t exist, which claims to unlock a path to summoning the Great Old Ones. That text has a connection to the rituals of the killer-at-large, bringing the two together.

DJ: What were some of your influences for Rites of Azathoth?

Frank: As the title suggests, this is heavily steeped in the Cthulhu Mythos of HP Lovecraft, dealing with his gods and his cosmology. There’s also a fair amount of hooks and chains and bloody mutilations, along with some explicit sex & death linkage, so I’m sure it’s not hard to figure out that I’m a big Clive Barker fan as well. Continue reading

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Excerpt: The Perihelion by D.M. Wozniak

D.M. Wozniak is not nearly as interesting as the worlds and characters he creates, except, perhaps, for the fact that he has six children – three of whom are triplets. He lives in the close suburbs of Chicago with his wife Michele, five daughters, one son, and a massive labrador. He’s not sure if his home would be part of Bluecore 1C or in the Redlands.

For decades he has been reading speculative fiction novels by the likes of Gene Wolfe, Dan Simmons, Neil Stephenson, and Patrick Rothfuss, and somehow found the time to write one of his own. And then one became two.

A software architect by trade, his interests also lie in photography, independent music, and wasting money on his Porsche 911. Oh wait… forget that. He had to sell it.

If you enjoyed The Perihelion, check out The Gardener of Nahi. It’s just as confusing.

www.dmwozniak.com


The Perihelion

by D.M. Wozniak

Prologue
Bluecore 1C

I have seen more human tragedy than all of my oaks, creeks, and beaches combined.

Since you are a mortal, you may naturally think I am referring to occurrences that have happened in your brief lifetime — I believe your word for it is modern. You lack perspective, however, which is why you constantly repeat the same mistakes over and over again, as if they are your seasons. No. This madness started even before I was a Bluecore.

It started even before I had a name.

During the War of 1812, the Battle of Fort Dearborn was on my soil, in a grove of cottonwood saplings. At the time I was considered wilderness — one of the invading white commanders said my lands were “so remote from the civilized parts of the world.” Little did he know he would die at the hands of the natives that hunted my prairies for years, his heart being cut out and eaten, to absorb his courage.

You see? Things like that never happened ten-thousand years ago, when ice began carving me from the earth, like one of your prodigious sculptors.

Oh, but you might say in reply, “the wolf eats the heart of the white-tailed deer.” And you would be right. Thousands of years ago before you humans came into my lands, they did exactly that. But they ate the hearts to survive.

You mortals are special, in the sense that you have reason. You eat like animals, you copulate like animals; yet soon thereafter the similarity ends. And the dreaming begins.

About the same time that ill-fated commander’s heart was eaten, the natives started calling me “shikaakwa,” which means “smelly onion” in their tongue. I always liked that name, since it honored the illustrious leeks which thrived in my watersheds. It commemorated something that I have always freely given away.

Years later, when traders came from France, they took this name and changed it into their own tongue, because you mortals can’t simply take something and let it be. You need to change it and mold it. You are masters of the malleable. You need to make it yours.

And so the city of Chicago was born.

There was a great fire in 1871, where hundreds of you humans perished, and much of me was burnt to the ground. This, in and of itself, caused me no pain, except perhaps the folly which I saw unfolding, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop it. You built all of your buildings out of wood from my trees! What did you think would happen? Little did you know that before you settled my lands, prairie fires occurred as often as I required them. These were necessary to keep the overzealous in order — to give a chance at new life. Fire is the level-setter. It is the prime regenerator.

That’s one thing I will give you credit for. You rebuilt after the destruction, as I hoped you would. You traded wood for stone. You swapped your mediocre stupor with grand dreams. And for the first time, I was proud that you called me home.

For nearly two-hundred years, you prospered.

But then, something odd happened: you let your dreams get the better of you.

Somehow, you lost your way. Like the tall spires that you build, which scratch the heavens, you started believing that you were something else. In your selfish arrogance you started to create laws which did not abide in the nature of common sense. It would be as if I said to a cottonwood tree that she could walk, or if I told the white-tailed deer that he could slay the wolf.

I could say all of these things to make them happy, but I’d be lying.

The culmination of this pride came in the year 2069. By then you stopped referring to me as the city of Chicago. Instead, you took a hatchet to history and glued a number and letter together as my name: Bluecore 1C. You began fighting amongst yourselves, convinced that the other side was wrong. There were riots. You built walls to keep yourselves apart from one another.

You humans! Is the sea wrong? Is the prairie wrong? Or can they both exist in peace with one another? There is a time and place for everything, but when you change the center to yourself, nothing will be in balance.

And so now we are caught up to your own dizzying time. Why you mortals ever called it an attack I shall never understand. Who was attacking whom? Let me distill this to its essence: the technology which was taken from you simply did not exist even a hundred-thirty years prior. Do you even comprehend how short of a timespan that is? It is an afternoon in the sun for me.

Speaking of the sun, I wonder if you see the irony. Out of all days to lose your own self-directed sense of power, the all-giving source was right there. It was the perihelion, of all days, when this so-called attack occurred. Except you could not even see it, because you were all turned away from the truth. You had changed the center.

No. That’s not quite right. If I recall, there were six mortals among you that learned the truth before the end. In that darkness, they found something invaluable. In that silence, they heard a voice.

Perhaps it is true what you mortals say: In all tragedy, something good always comes from it.

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Author Interview and Giveaway: Black City Demon by Richard A. Knaak

The pubsliher was kind enough to provide one (1) free copy of Black City Demon (Black City Saint #2) to go along with this interview! The link and details for the giveaway are located at the bottom of the post, following the interview:)

Today I am interviewing Richard A. Knaak, NY Time & USA Today bestselling author of the new urban fantasy novel, Black City Demon, second book in the Black City Saint series.

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DJ: Hey Richard! Thanks for agreeing to do this interview!

For readers who aren’t familiar with you, could you tell us a little about yourself?

Richard A. Knaak: Well, I’ve written about 50 novels and numerous short pieces, plus other material. I’m probably best known for my Dragonlance work — including the LEGEND OF HUMA — or my Blizzard novels, especially the WAR OF THE ANCIENTS trilogy for Warcraft — not to mention my Dragonrealm saga. Been a lifelong fan of SF & fantasy, with some of my biggest influences Roger Zelazny, Edgar Rice Burroughs, and Andre Norton, among others.

DJ: What is Black City Demon about?

Richard: BLACK CITY DEMON is the second in my BLACK CITY SAINT series and continues the saga of Nick Medea, who is actually Saint George from the legend. When he slew the dragon, it not only became part of him — against both their wills — but made the saint the guardian of the vast magical Gate — permanently situated in Chicago since the Great Fire — between our world and that of Feirie. As Nick, he tries to keep threats from both sides from endangering matters and in this case the threat is a serial killer apparently risen from the dead who is seeking to use the power of the Gate to fully resurrect himself… at the cost of perhaps all of Prohibition Chicago. All this while Nick must also deal with the woman he loves coming to grips with the fact that she is not only the latest incarnation of the princess St. George saved long ago, but that every previous incarnation has perished violently.

And then of course there’s the machinations of Her Lady, ruler of Feirie, who, now that her dreaded mate is dead, is determined to cleanse her kingdom of any resistance…efforts of which are spilling into Chicago at the height of the bootlegger war between Capone and Bugs Moran.

But wait…there’s more…in the book. Continue reading

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Giveaway! Tempest: All-New Tales of Valdemar by Mercedes Lackey

About the Book:

Twenty-four authors ride with Mercedes Lackey to her magical land of Valdemar, adding their own unique voices to the Heralds, Bards, Healers, and other heroes of this beloved fantasy realm.

The Heralds of Valdemar are the kingdom’s ancient order of protectors. They are drawn from all across the land, from all walks of life, and at all ages—and all are Gifted with abilities beyond those of normal men and women. They are Mindspeakers, FarSeers, Empaths, ForeSeers, Firestarters, FarSpeakers, and more. These inborn talents—combined with training as emissaries, spies, judges, diplomats, scouts, counselors, warriors, and more—make them indispensable to their monarch and realm. Sought and Chosen by mysterious horse-like Companions, they are bonded for life to these telepathic, enigmatic creatures. The Heralds of Valdemar and their Companions ride circuit throughout the kingdom, protecting the peace and, when necessary, defending their land and monarch.

Now, twenty-three authors ride with Mercedes Lackey to her magical land of Valdemar, adding their own unique voices to the Heralds, Bards, Healers, and other heroes of this beloved fantasy realm.

Join Elizabeth Vaughan, Fiona Patton, Jennifer Brozek, Brenda Cooper, Rosemary Edghill, and others in twenty-two original stories, including a brand-new novella by Mercedes Lackey, to Valdemar, where:

A Herald must crack an ancient code in a historic tapestry in order to arbitrate a dispute over land and lineage…

A Healer’s daughter flees the noble family that has trapped and enslaved her mother, and must seek help to free her mother…

A young woman who hides her clairvoyant powers from her town’s Karsite priests ForeSees a threat, and must risk revealing her Gift to save her community…

A Herald finds his assistant has been abducted by a man upon whom he had levied a heavy fine, and must foil the kidnapper’s plans to save his charge…


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*** Tempest: All-New Tales of Valdemar is published by DAW and is available TODAY!!! ***

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Photo: © Patti Perret

About the Author:

Mercedes Lackey is a full-time writer and has published numerous novels and works of short fiction, including the best-selling Heralds of Valdemar series. She is also a professional lyricist and a licensed wild bird rehabilitator. She lives in Oklahoma with her husband, artist Larry Dixon, and their flock of parrots. She can be found at mercedeslackey.com or on Twitter at @mercedeslackey.


 

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Author Interview and Giveaway: Aaron Hodges

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Today I am interviewing Aaron Hodges, author of the new fantasy novel, Soul Blade, final book in The Sword of Light trilogy.

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DJ: Hey Aaron! Thanks for agreeing to do this interview!

For readers who aren’t familiar with you, could you tell us a little about yourself?

Aaron Hodges: Sure thing D.J. I’m a fantasy writer from the country of New Zealand, although right now I’m living in Argentina. I’m an Environmental Scientist by profession, but a few years ago I got tired of the office and quit to see the world (my Overseas Experience or ‘OE’ as we call it in New Zealand). During my travels I picked up an old novel I’d written when I was younger and began to rewrite it. I finally published that first book, Stormwielder, back in December 2015 and to my surprise it kind of took off. Since then I’ve been desperately trying to keep up with the demands of my fans for books 2 and 3!

DJ: What is Book 1: Stormwielder about?

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Aaron: Stormwielder is the first book in my trilogy, so it involves a lot of world building. At its heart though, it’s a tale of redemption. It starts with the introduction of a young man named Eric, who has the power to manipulate the weather. Unfortunately for him and everyone else, Eric cannot control his magic, and inadvertently destroys the unsuspecting town of Oaksville. That act quickly becomes the motivating force behind Eric’s character, as he struggles to find a way to redeem himself. Amidst that struggle, Eric finds himself drawn into an ancient conflict between the Gods and the dark Magicker known as Archon. And it’s all downhill from there!

DJ: What were some of your influences for Soul Blade and The Sword of Light trilogy?

Aaron: I first came up with the idea for this trilogy while I was in High School, so many of the plot and character elements came from what I read back then. Certainly the epic fantasy novels of David Eddings influenced the ‘worldwide conflict’ facets of the story – where the characters of good must join together to save the world from some great evil. But as I’ve grown, other influences also crept into my work. I like to think authors such as Sara Douglass, David Gemmell and Ian Irvine have helped me develop more depth to my characters and world, while still retaining the epic fantasy style plot at its centre. Continue reading

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Spotlight and Excerpt: Eye of the Storm by Frank Cavallo

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Horror and dark fantasy author Frank Cavallo’s work has appeared in magazines such as Another Realm, Ray Gun Revival, Every Day Fiction, Lost Souls and the Warhammer e-zine Hammer and Bolter.

His latest novel, Eye of the Storm, was released in August 2016 by Ravenswood Publishing.

“In Eye of the Storm, I try to bring back some of the elements that I like from old time pulp fiction,” says Frank. “It is a throwback to old school adventure stories, combining the pacing and the feel of those classic tales with some newer elements that are not all that common to typical fantasy fiction.”

Frank’s previously published works include The Lucifer Messiah, The Hand of Osiris, and the Gotrek & Felix novella Into the Valley of Death. He is currently working on a new novel, The Rites of Azathoth, with Necro Publications, due out in February 2017.

Frank was born and raised in New Jersey. He graduated from Boston University with a degree in Communications in 1994 and he earned a JD from the Cleveland Marshall College of Law in 2001. He currently resides in Cleveland, Ohio, where he has been a criminal defense attorney for fifteen years.

Readers can connect with Frank on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

To learn more, go to http://www.frankcavallo.com/


Eye of the Storm

by Frank Cavallo

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Excerpt and Giveaway: The Bloodbound Trilogy by Erin Lindsey

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Erin Lindsey is on a quest to write the perfect summer vacation novel, with just the right blend of action, heartbreak, and triumph. The Bloodbound series is her first effort. She divides her time between Brookyn, NY and Calgary, Alberta. She also writes fantasy mysteries as E.L. Tettensor.


*The pubsliher was kind enough to provide one (1) set of the entire Bloodbound trilogy by Erin Lindsey, to go along with this except! That’s all three (3) books!!!! The link and details for the giveaway are located at the bottom of the post, following the interview :)


The Bloodsworn (Bloodbound #3)

by Erin Lindsey

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