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Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The Mirror of The Moon
With the death of one of the companions, Grace must answer for the secrets she’s kept. The path before them is ever lengthening in their quest for Amber. There are changes they all must face, and when Joya enters her trials of sorcery, danger lurks around every corner. The power within Angelica and Jovian is strengthening and with it comes confusion. What are they? It is painfully obvious nothing like them has ever existed before. Why is it at times they seem more one person than two separate people? With all the mystery surrounding their latent power, Angelica stumbles upon a passage in a book of sorcery indicating she is evil. Could she be the Mask prophecy speaks of? Is she destined to turn against her own flesh? To make matters worse, the Well of Wyrding (a giant well that controls all sorcery) has been breached and wyrd itself is spiraling into chaos.
Excerpt
"The sound of
children laughing in the street outside gusted through the patio doors,
ruffling the gossamer curtains and bringing the soapy smell of flowers to her.
The knock sounded again, and she pushed herself off the sofa and went to answer
the door.
The Tall Stranger,
looked worse than Angelica had remembered him looking upon their first meeting.
With a gasp she took an involuntary step back into the room, which gained him
entrance.
“Don’t worry,” he
said. Listening to his voice gave her the same feeling that coming in contact
with his wyrd for the first time did; she felt as though insects crawled over
her. “I can’t use my wyrd against you for someone has stolen it from me.”
JOVE! she screamed down her link to her
brother, but he must have been too far away from her because there was no
response.
The first punch
caught her by surprise and sent fire through her jaw. She stumbled back and
almost fell into the divan. Quickly she regained her footing and took a
defensive stance, which only made the Tall Stranger laugh at her.
“Don’t think this
will be easy for you,” he told her matter-of-factly. “I am a skilled fighter.”
“So am I,”
Angelica said and took a swing at him. The Tall Stranger easily ducked away
from, kneeing her in the stomach as he sidestepped, effectively pushing her off
balance and knocking the wind out of her.
An elbow to the
back of the head sent her mind swimming, and her body crashing to the floor.
“I told you this
would not be easy,” he chided. He straddled Angelica and, gripping her hair in
his fist, pounded her head off the wooden floor twice. Blood flooded her mouth
and drizzled out her nose even as darkness formed in splotches at the edge of
her vision. A strange thought came to her then that told her she was losing
consciousness.
The Tall Stranger
lifted her from the floor and threw her face-first into the wall. Angelica
stumbled, arms reeling as she tried to gain her footing again, but it was in
vain. The darkness at the edge of her vision became more than splotches, and
soon it was not only invading her vision, but her muscles as well. She stumbled
into a table near the door. The knick knacks and unlit oil lamp smashed on the
wooden floor and oil soaked into the Balageshian run.
Blackness chased
her into oblivion.
Moments later strong
yet pliant arms lifted her and sat her on something soft, yielding, and when
she forced her eyes open it was to look into the warm encouraging face of Rama.
The attendant
cupped her hands before her face and Angelica could feel the gathering of wyrd.
She had never thought sorcerers were as prominent as they were here in
Fairview, but she was wrong.
The space before
Rama’s face glowed with power, lighting her face in golden relief. Angelica had
never seen a message orb wyrded before.
“Dalah, emergency,
Joya has been taken, Angelica beaten, the room penetrated … somehow.” In haste
Rama stood the folds of her red gown rustling as she threw her hand out toward
the patio, the golden ball of light quickly tracing its way to the intended
recipient."
About the Author
I have been writing since I was 14. I began writing a book called "The Calling of the Two" and whilewriting that on and off I started uncovering another idea.
"Yes, this is all well and good, but what about before? What happened in the world before these characters came into it?" I always knew there was a "before" and as I started wondering about it I got ideas. At first they were little ideas but as I discovered the names for my characters a whole story
about them emerged.
I started working on The Revenant Wyrd Saga several years back and I am very happy I did because hearing and documenting Jovian and Angelica's story has been one wild ride.
I live in a remote part of upstate New York and honestly just hoofing around my neck of the woods gives me a ton of inspiration for my novels. I love research, and I love speculating on different ideas and theories.
Author Interview:
Can you describe to me the emotions you went
through when your first book went on sale?
Honestly, I don’t think I had any profound
emotions. See, I self-publish, and as a self-published author we are normally
looked down upon by the rest of the writing community. So, when my first book
went on sale, people congratulated me and I would respond with “Oh, well it
isn’t traditionally published.” That was a very bad thing for me to do. When
this book launched I was very nervous because of all the hype I put into it and
the change of my perspective on self-published work. This time, with The Mirror
of the Moon, I was pretty frazzled.
Tell me what your favorite genre to read is.
It used to be fantasy, now I would say
paranormal/horror. Really though, anything that has a really good story and
strong characters that I can relate to is awesome to read.
Who is the author you are addicted to now?
Hmmm, I just read Zombie Fallout by Mark
Tufo, and that book was awesome, I can’t wait to read the next. Also, I just
started reading Jenny Pox by JL Bryan and that book is really making me
nervous. The characters are amazing and there is just a sense of foreboding,
like I know something really bad is going to happen REALLY soon.
The world is ending; you are going to be
transported to a different planet. You will have to teach the new planet about
our world. Tell me what of these things you would save from earth to share with
them:
Books: I can’t choose just a couple books,
but I can say I would choose any books I think reflect the human spirit, and
maybe some historical fiction.
Toys: Robot dogs so they would think we had
a cyborg society.
Food: Pizza
Pictures: Nature pictures
Historical items: Oooo, not really sure on
that one.
Music: Sounds of nature
Movies: I love documentaries, so I would
probably take a lot of those.
Tell me your most cherished place to visit?
When I was a kid I loved to hang out with
my cousin in her home town. That place has a lot of emotion locked up for me,
and I feel very happy when I drive through that town. I think any place that
saw a lot of good life changes. For that reason I love Pennsylvania too.
In life we all laugh at ourselves. Tell me a
time when you laughed at yourself.
I laugh at myself all the time. Most often
I don’t laugh in that instance, but upon reflection I laugh at myself. My first
day of seventh grade saw my arrival at a new school. I went all day surrounded
by people I didn’t know and foreign settings. At the end of the day I saw one
of my cousins (who happened to be older and in a higher grade) and I said hi to
her and waved . . . and ran into a glass wall. That is one of the most
embarrassing moments in my life that I still laugh at.
Who is your character crush?
One of my own characters: Asher St Paul.
And maybe Vanyel Ashkevron from Mercedes Lackey’s “The Last Herald Mage”
series.
Tell me your story?
This could take a while. I will try to sum
it up. I grew up (and currently live) in upstate New York. For those who don’t
know NY, they think that means Albany, but it really means much further up than
that, about 30 minutes south of Canada. When I was 16 I went to Alaska to live
with my sister for a while, and then moved to Pennsylvania after that. While in
PA I wrote for a gay and lesbian political newsletter. Since then I have moved
to Texas and then back to NY where I spend my time writing.
What are your future plans as an author?
I intend on finishing the Revenant Wyrd
Saga, and after that who knows? I have so many ideas for so many different
books that I think I will spend a lot of time in the young adult horror genre.
What do like to do in your spare time?
Read and play World of Warcraft. I am
actually pretty addicted to the game.
What is your favorite color?
Blue, and sometimes red.
What would be your last meal?
Steak and shrimp alfredo NOMMY
.
What treat do you hide from everyone else so
that you have it all to yourself?
Almond Roca. That stuff is to die for!
If you could shift into any form, what would you
change into?
Any form? I would say water. I would love
to know how being shapeless feels.
What was your childhood nickname?
Actually, it is still my nickname: Chula. My
brother used to watch Fival Goes West and there was a spider on it that was
always really mean and not that nice, his name was Chula. My brother thought
that was funny, and a good depiction of me as a kid, and started calling me
that. It stuck, but years later we found out it means something like pretty
lady. Awe well, I guess he always knew I was pretty ;-)
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Wow, this sounds like an interesting book. Travis, I used to work selling advertising for a GLBTQ magazine in Minneapolis called Lavender; it was a fun place to work and I was very sad when they claimed I wasn't selling enough (which was BS, but the owner had just hired a new boy toy and they wanted to move him into my position *sigh*; they tried to fire the trans employee, too, but she fought them) and made me leave. Anyway, it would have been fun to work in the writing department!
Thanks for the giveway, too :-)