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Drast, cunning but reckless, is on the hunt for admiration. Tyran, calculating but tactless, is in search of affection. Bound by a friendship thicker than blood, the two brothers have been hardened by their father’s ambitions. Drast and Tyran are forced to set aside their own hopes and dreams during their struggle to fulfill their father’s desire for immortality. Now, the two will face skin-switchers and dragons, ultimately leading to a final clash with Wolos, God of the Dead.
Erzebeth convulsed. Her fur and skin shedding away while she wheeled about on the ground in agony. The bones readjusted and organs reset from beast to human. Where a beast had stood was now the naked figure of Erzebeth. Cuts and scratches patterned her body, but none were fatal.
Tyran had no place for modesty. The Vucari woman, within the privacy of the ice dome, struggled to her feet. Again, her dark eyes met his own, filled with compassion.
“You need to be put down, young Red.” Her voice was calm as her feet crossed in front of one another, closing the distance between them. “Your power is greater than any I have seen before, even from the Anshedar.”
“What?” Tyran said, forehead wrinkled with confusion. He had never heard of the race before, whether beast or otherwise.
“You are like a rabid dog, young Red. You are the perfect companion, loyal, and possibly even loving somewhere deep inside,” Erzebeth bit her lip. Her breasts, barely covered by her dark hair, touched the front of his chest. She halted her feet. “But, you are tainted by a disease that is stronger than the goodness in you. You cannot be left to live in this world, or you will corrupt every living thing around you.”
Tyran tilted his chin, lips parting. His free hand touched her pale skin, as whitish as the ice fortress that veiled this moment.
“You would taint me, young Red.” She stepped up on her tiptoes. “As with the rabid dog, you need to be put down.”
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her to him. He kissed her with more force than he had ever kissed any woman.
This woman was not Isolde. This woman was battle hardened, and a warrior. She was not plain.
She grabbed his shoulders and returned the embrace, her tongue touching his lips. Her body was far warmer than his own, as if it were heated by the darkness.
He did not know what he was doing in this moment. It may have likely been the first time that his mind was clear from thought, acting without thinking. Though, in time, he may consider that when his death was nigh, he found that this was something he wanted to do before death found him.
The crashing against the ice pulled him from the moment. Tyran pulled back, moving the Vucari’s hair from her cheek. “You won’t kill me, Erzebeth.”
“No,” she breathed. Her hands fell to his chest. “But, it still needs to be done.”
His brother looked at his hands, now covered by great warm mittens. “Drast?”
“Mm?” Drast grunted, mimicking his brother.
“How are they going to remember us?”
Tyran shrugged his heavy shoulders. “The Stuhia. The Vucari. The world, I suppose.”
“By our apotheosis.”
“Does it always come down to glory?”
Drast snorted. “Yes. If we fail we will not be remembered. It must come to glory.”
Tyran shook his head. “But is what we are doing glorious?”
“We are off to kill a god. How could it not be?”
Tyran stopped and turned. “But if we are wrong. If killing Wolos is somehow an evil act. Or, if we fail and we are remembered because of our tyrant father—”
“Tyran the Tyrant,” Drast interrupted, chittering.
“I am serious. How do we know that we should even be doing what we are planning on doing? How do we know it is right? How do we know we can?”
“Tyran, you are overthinking this. Why do you even care how people will remember you to begin with? It will not matter. We will either succeed, in which case we are allowed to tell whatever tale of our victory we choose, or we fail and are dead and it doesn’t matter. Regardless, people will remember us for the height of our lives, when we faced a god.”
“I want to believe that I did something right for this world before I died.”
The room still whirled from last night. He tried to close his eyes to keep his stomach from doing the same, but closing his eyes actually made it worse. Drast was somewhat surprised that the drink was still affecting him like this. He had been having more than his fill for—he did not know how long. How long ago did Tyran leave? His mind was too foggy to remember. And Walstan was gone, too.
Vaguely, Drast saw that the sky was just turning blue with the rising sun. At least, he was fairly certain it was sunrise. None of the hues of sunset had begun to color the sky.
He turned his head to the entrance into his chambers and pulled himself more upright to lean against the nightstand beside his bed. One of the serving women stood just inside of his room. “What?”
“The Arkhon wishes to speak with you.”
He was not certain what string of curses came from his lips, but the maid blanched and her face grew pink, almost to the color of her hair. The room swirled again while she spoke.
“What?” he asked again.
“I said, Ser Drast, the Arkhon instructed me to remain with you until you came to meet with him.” Her voice quivered.
She was right to fear him. Her voice was fuzzy, just like everything. But, he knew he had not been particularly kind to any of the servants of late. He had managed to avoid his father by effectively frightening the servants. Their fear, combined with late nights, ale, and sleeping until the sun set, had allowed him to avoid talking with anyone who did not enjoy a mug or two.
A few of the servants had initially joined him in drinking. He loosely recalled this maid among them. Ura? Mura? Lura?
“Kura,” he finally muttered. He had been a little too handsy and she had since avoided him like—he could not clearly comprise a simile. Like. Like? Like the moon avoided the sun? Good enough.
“Yes, Kura,” she murmured.
Drast spat at the chamber pot. He was fairly certain he missed. “Well, come on in, Kura.” He belched. “I know how we can pass the time.”
Joshua Robertson was born in Kingman, Kansas on May 23, 1984. A graduate of Norwich High School, Robertson attended Wichita State University where he received his Masters in Social Work with minors in Psychology and Sociology. His bestselling novel, Melkorka, the first in The Kaelandur Series, was released in 2015. Known most for his Thrice Nine Legends Saga, Robertson enjoys an ever-expanding and extremely loyal following of readers. He counts R.A. Salvatore and J.R.R. Tolkien among his literary influences.
J.C. lives in the Midwest with his wife and two dogs. He recently earned his MA in English Literature and is working on his debut novel for his own fantasy world. Despite growing up with Dungeons & Dragons, Lord of the Rings, and a collection of both Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms novels, J.C. has an abiding love of classics and spends his free time reading anything he can get his hands on.
When the perfect job comes up, Charlie doesn’t think twice about taking it. This is the break he’s been looking for and nobody, not even the rest of his team, can persuade him otherwise.
The job means working for an old enemy and crossing the border into London. Both are risky, but Charlie has no idea how high the stakes really are. The team will have to confront their past, each other and a killer who is closer than they realize. But can they all make it out of the city alive?
“We all remember that kid in Piccadilly. That determined look he had on his face as he willed all those people to him. Just using his mind, he pulled them close then blew them all to pieces. It could be anyone. Your neighbour, your friend, your lover. Remain vigilant. Reachers are everywhere.”
Border Lines is the second book in L.E. Fitzpatrick’s Reachers series.
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N9C0VCJ/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N9C0VCJ/
Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01N9C0VCJ/
Amazon DE: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B01N9C0VCJ/
Rachel’s father called it the running game. Count the exits, calculate the routes, and always be ready to run.
On the surface, Rachel is just an ordinary doctor, but she has a secret. Rachel is a Reacher, wanted by the government and the criminal underworld for her telekinetic powers.
Charlie and his brother John have a reputation for doing the impossible. But after losing his family, Charlie is a broken mess and John is barely keeping him afloat. In desperation, they take a job from a ruthless crime lord, only to discover the girl they are hunting is a Reacher… one of their own kind.
With the help of dangerous and dubious allies, can Rachel turn the game around and save herself?
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01GIGM1X8/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01GIGM1X8/
Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01GIGM1X8/
Amazon DE: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B01GIGM1X8/
L E Fitzpatrick was born in Hull, East Yorkshire, but now lives in West Wales, with her family plus lots of dogs and cats. She manages an office, volunteers as a room steward for the National Trust and also supports independent authors as a proofreader and beta reader. She obviously has no spare time because of this, but if she did it would probably be invested in walking in the countryside and enjoying the peace and quiet.
L E Fitzpatrick published her first series Dark Waters in 2011 and is currently working on her Reacher series.
‘Jet off to New York for the weekend,’ my wife said. ‘Sure,’ I replied. It turned out it was a loaded statement as we had already been booked on a flight from the Mission Terminal at Bath International Airport for a quick hop across the pond on a weekend full of some of the most hilariously dysfunctional characters we had ever had the pleasure to meet.
The pilots were ready to jet off, the crew smiling and attentive. We were ushered to our seats with strict formality by a hostess called Hayley and it was hard not to notice that another, by the name of Melanie, looked visibly nervous. We paid for the premium economy upgrade, and were very glad to have done so. The legroom on the flight was excellent. Easily on a par with Virgin and other major airlines.
However, despite the grinning reassurance of the co-pilot Paul, once we were given a… shall we say… rather fruity and extensive welcome by the Captain Jim, take-off led us to compare to other famous flights…
Jet off with Go Fly, and I suspect that you will find the time passes quickly. The cabin crew made excellent use of the aisle space. It was hard to keep your head still as they dance up and down in a variety of sturdy and yet eye-drawing footwear (I noticed in particular the black leather/red laces combination of the copilot).
Under the command of head hostess Nicola (whose deadpan delivery of the ‘Intimately Beckham’ range had everybody in stitches), the crew kept everybody fed and watered. I had the occasion to move from my seat at one point, just to stretch the legs, and found that actually, everything was not all smiles as the passengers suspected it to be.
Were one to look beyond the surface, there were definitely cracks behind the smiling surface. It was clear as she was moving further up the plane that the hilarious Julia (hoo-lee-ah!) was becoming less and less impressed with passengers talking to her about her Spanish roots, despite her protesting at several different times during the fight that she was in fact Puerto Rican. There was a palpable tension between Ryan and Richard, the former looking at the latter like he wanted to end up next to him with his clothes off.
Now this flight gave me cause to look into what is required of a cabin crew, and nowhere in the Cabin Crew Guidelines did i find anything that led me to believe there would be dancing. And yet dancing there was. I found across the aisle Ryan was taking photos with the passengers.
The pilots appeared and got involved, leading a few old ladies to send worried glances toward the swinging cockpit door. Apparently the auto pilot was VERY good. there were a problem with the loos on board though. Jim the pilot and Julia went to take a look and yet despite an extensive amount of time spent in there, couldn’t ease the blockage correctly into the passageway, or something. Must have been a problem with the pipes.
Suffice it to say the crew looked as glad as we were relieved to make it to New York. Not because they weren’t a pleasure to engage with but because I felt that they just needed a break from the cabin fever they clearly were suffering from. I recently flew on Virgin to Florida and right from the outset we were told in no uncertain terms that they were understaffed, and boy did they want us to feel it when they came by. We never once felt like that on this flight. While we were in the city we bumped into a member of the company management and had a discussion about ‘Hurricanes in the Pacific’. It turns out that a Hurricane in the Northwest Pacific is a typhoon and a hurricane in the Northeast! In all honesty I couldn’t wait to jet back, hoping we had the same people seeing us home.
Bonkers. I’m sure this hostess lives in a different world to the rest of humanity. A force of nature, a law unto herself. She bossed the passengers, kept them fed, and could have probably flown the jet should she have wished. She dealt magnificently with a vomiting child (at least the sick bag passed me by without spillage!), cleaned up after herself when spilling wine and had quite an intimate moment with another passenger called George.
I had the fortune (or misfortune for George) to overhear of an incident in New York that involved the two of them. Apparently it didn’t end well but that didn’t matter. The flight back to Bath was an overnighter, and we were all welcomed to breakfast by Hayley’s tale of all of her ex-boyfriends. Never has a member of staff been quite so candid.
Two words for you. Hell yes. Even if there were no radiators halfway up the walls. Anybody whose been to the Rondo will understand. There is no question this flight passed The acid Test. I couldn’t breathe for laughing.
Aimi Kuhlke – Nicola
Rachel Bosomworth – Hayley
Sarah Mellowes – Melanie
Jane Morgan – Julia
Matt Knowles – Ryan
Tom Corbishley – Richard
Duncan Mitchell – Jim
Pip Knowles – Paul
So I’m sat here… writing this… and I’m knackered. You see I have something in common with the writer the world will one day call ‘Bestseller T.H. Morris’ but is better known to me by his secret name….Terrick… [Note to self: Not so secret any more]. We love a bit of fitness training. Ok, so we both write horror of one denomination or another too, but the fitness is what matters. A healthy body and a healthy mind go well together see…and it is a necessary evil in The 11th Percent.
THM with his series ‘The 11th Percent’ examines what it means to have a very healthy mind. 11th Percenters have access to extra areas of the mind, allowing them to see things the normal person can not see, do things the normal person can not do…
As our hero, the very unassuming Jonah Rowe, realizes that he is smarter than the average bear, he begins to see a world outside the world of muggles. At first it is all very confusing. He gets into conversations with a myriad of interesting… shall we put it this way… ‘individuals’ and very quickly finds that life as he knew it will never be the same again. It is a classic ‘man goes on a journey’ story, except this time the journey is not necessarily a physical one, but a journey within himself. What is he? Why is he? What can he do with the he that is he?
Well fortunately for us all, Jonah is not alone. He embarks on his quest with a collection of little friends. Bulbasaur… Charmander… Squirtle… Oh! Hang on…. this ISNT the Pokemon Go! addiction group meeting. Jonah Rowe finds that he isn’t alone. Every man has friends. Friends with skills. As it turns out, Jonah’s new friends are VERY skilled.
What can they do? Well each 11th percenter is affiliated with a particular aspect of the mind, or ‘aura’, demonstrated by a particular colour. The extra percent goes a long, long way for these individuals. There are a lot of colours, meaning there are a lot of skills on show. And it’s not only the heroes of the story that have access to powers.
Not only is the antagonist in the 11th percent pretty nefarious, he has minions, and they all have powers too. In any good vs evil story it helps to have varying levels of forces on both sides. I am purposefully NOT giving any detailed information away about this series because I honestly believe that you need to read this for yourself. It is a great lesson in watching not only a series evolve but also the talents of the writer behind them too.
The first couple of books finish in what I have jokingly referred to in reviews as the ‘Scooby Doo ending’, which is not in itself a bad thing, but the latter two books exhibit a much more complicated plot and honestly leave you wanting more. Inimicus (book 4) in particular had me gripped, and leaves me awaiting the rest of the series.
Now I’ll be honest here. There was a time not so long ago, where this series would have failed the Acid Test. There was editing that needed addressing and the version of one of the tales that was out was doing the author no credit at all. Fortunately, T.H.Morris is very sincere in his work and willing to listen to advice, and as such the issues were addressed. Never be afraid what you have written. If you do not, even if you write an absolute barnstormer of a book, people might never read it if they don’t like what came before… There is no book that cannot be improved. Ever.
As such, I give you the internet blurb and links for the four books from The 11th Percent as they currently stand. This series passes The Acid Test. What is yet to come could be amazing…
Jonah Rowe has an uneventful life. He is always bored, can’t see the point of anything, and just wishes that something in his life would turn out right. He gets his wish in rude fashion; his uneventful life takes a turn for the weird when he discovers that he is an Eleventh Percenter, an ethereal human who can influence and interact with the spirit world. As he discovers more about his true nature, he makes new friends, learns new truths, and juggles his “normal” life with his new life in fellowship with spiritual beings. His survival depends on his successful handling of all three.
Jonah Rowe’s life is going great. His accounting days are behind him, he has a job in a bookstore that he looks forward to each day, and he has more allies than he can count amongst his fellow Eleventh Percenters.
But when a mysterious woman suddenly invades Jonah’s dreams, warning him of danger of a chronological nature, a game of cat-and-mouse ensues that will intertwine their fates.
Who is this mystery woman, and why does she believe that both she and Jonah are in danger?
Will Jonah find all the answers?
Will he be able to protect this woman and himself?
Most importantly, will he be able to do this before time runs out?
The second installment of The 11th Percent Series brings back familiar faces, while also introducing new ones.
A race against time ensues, spirits abound, and enemies appear in the unlikeliest of places as this new breed of ghost story continues!
Jonah thought he had The 11th Percent figured out.
There was more to life than he’d thought, spirits were real, and he had access to ethereal powers. He got that.
But he hadn’t expected this. This was one threat too many. One revelation too many.
He wasn’t prepared for ethereal creatures who threatened the body and the mind.
Jonah is the only thing in the way of the town of Rome being bathed in lifeblood. And the worst part of it is that his survival hinges on his confronting the one thing he never thought he’d have to.
The new breed of ghost story continues in this multilayered book that introduces new allies, unearths old secrets, and presents fresh threats!
“Scius is the obvious enemy. Inimicus is the enemy that you don’t know you don’t know. The one you’d never see coming in a million lifetimes.”
That was what Jonah was told.
And now, he knows Inimicus is in the game. His unseen enemy is prowling through the shadows, making moves that no one can predict or prevent, and armed with a weapon more dangerous than any ethereal blade or staff: anonymity.
Jonah thought he had ventured into uncharted waters before, but the past was nothing compared to this. In the past, the enemies were known. Now, no amount of power can help you fight an enemy that you “don’t know you don’t know.”
In this latest installment in The 11th Percent Series, loyalties will be tested. People will lose sight of what’s truly important. The line between friend and enemy will get blurred. And the question everyone’s mind is also the same one that holds the difference between victory and downfall: Who can you trust?
I was asked to answer 20 questions by my brother in writing Terrick Heckstall. Here you go! Any more questions, I am always available for interview!
Let’s give those readers a little insight into ourselves and our writing! Let’s Play 20 questions Author edition! Answer the 20 questions below and let your readers into your world!
1.)What is your Author name?
Matthew W Harrill
2.) What is the first book you ever published?
The Focus Stone – Book 1 of The Tome of Law fantasy series that I never finished. Let’s face it, that series was not my voice.
3.) What is your publiversary? (The day you released your first book)
No idea. I released that one sometime in the early 2000’s when publishing was completely different to now.
4.) What is your favorite book you’ve written thus far?
Hellbeast: The ARC Chronicles part 3.
5.) What book took you the longest to write?
Fantasy books aside, all of my books take about the same time to create.
6.) How long did it take you?
A year. 6 months plotting. 6 months writing.
7.) What kind of music (If Any) do you listen to while you write?
In the office, many variations of dark ambience. On the bus, whatever’s playing on my phone.
8.) Who is your favorite character from any of your books?
I love all my creations equally. They all have an important role to play, be it a one line cameo or a thirty chapter headlong rush into madness.
9.) What are you currently working on?.
The first book of my next series ‘The ARC Legacy’, called Thornfalcon.
10.) Do you have anything you snack on while you write?
And get my keyboard dirty? Not likely.
11.) What is your favorite quote or line from one of your books?
‘Demons don’t always hide in the dark…’
12.) Are you a self published or traditional published author?
13.) What is your writing inspiration?
The voices in my head tell me that they will drive me mad if I don’t release them in word format. I live in fear of the voices. Imagine what it’s like when I have several stories going on at the same time…. It can get quite crowded.
14.) What genre do you write?
At the moment adventure horror
15.) Do you have any writing rituals?
Yes. I have to sacrifice a live chicken and sing my national anthem backwards before I sit down to write a single word. Fortunately I work out a lot, so the chicken comes in handy for protein.
16.) Do you have a specific place you write or time?
Lunchtimes in the office and on the bus commuting to and from work.
17.) Do you have any advice for inspiring writers?
Don’t give up, even if what you’re writing is rubbish. It is still practice. Learn. Do courses, read books, sign up to writing newsletters. If someone offers you constructive criticism on your work and it makes sense, apply it straight away and not just into future works. If you leave it for the future, people reading your work might never make it to the improved story after they read the poor first effort. And when sacrificing chickens, make sure to wear plastic sheeting.
18.) What are your writing goals? If any?
Traditional publishing again. But not small publishers.
19.) What authors inspire you and your writing?
I don’t seek to be like anybody else. There will be comparisons. There always are. I don’t mind that as it can be quite flattering, but I never set out to be ‘the next Koontz’ or something like that. As such, any inspiration would have come from people like my mentor David Farland pointing me in the right direction around writing, not telling me to write like a specific person or in a specific style.
20.) What will be your next release? If you know and when?
When someone asked me if I wanted to review some dogging I nearly missed a step, spat out my coffee, choked AND fell over. It’s not normally the case that you get to see such public displays of … how shall we call it… ‘affection’. Yet we are an interesting folk here in the West of England… it’s not all that surprising they might be selling tickets. However, my fears were allayed when it was pointed out that in fact it was a musical, and it was called Dogfight.
We had the pleasure of seeing Dogfight in the Rondo Theatre in Bath. While not down in the centre of the city, this theatre still gives the fan of Amateur Dramatics plenty of opportunity to get lost in small, winding roads, looking for parking spaces in the oddest of places. It’s a small place, seating not more than a couple of hundred people (if that). The atmosphere is cosy and you are right in amongst the action when the play gets going. Seating is nice enough. I’m well over 6 feet tall and I had plenty of space (tip: go for Row E).
The theatre was also decorated with raised radiators……
However, a word of caution if you get the munchies and feel like going for a ‘Billy Burger’ over the road. It’s not what one might call the most sanitary of places. Judging by the state of my stomach after a Hawaiian Kangaroo Burger, I would stick to beef. If I was reviewing that joint for The Acid Test it would be an ENTIRELY different review….
Boy – do the webpages like going into great and elaborate detail regarding the plot. In essence it’s a romance centered around a game played by US Marines, the aim of which is to go dancing with the ugliest girl, and win the competition after all have been judged.
In the case of this particular dogfight, the protagonist Eddie Birdlace starts to realise the effects of this game on the women involved and regret his part in the game, falling in love with his ‘date’ . That is very high level. For more information, have a look here.
Eddie Birdlace – Matthew Graham
Rose Fenny – Hannah Long
Bernstein – Sam Cochrane
Boland – James Sellick
Marcy – Rachel Bosomworth
Fector – Matthew Knowles
Stevens – Pip Knowles
Gibbs / Lounge Singer – Mark Sellick
Peggy – Jane Morgan
Mama – Jessica Withers
Pete – Jason Lemoir
Directed by Alison McCausland with music directed by Lauren Davies
You know, I am continually amazed by the creative way small spaces are utilised by drama productions in order to entice the suspension of disbelief in the audience. It was colourful, and the stage was well-used by the cast A few cleverly-placed props were all that was needed to turn a dance floor to stairs to a bedroom. In so close an atmosphere it is very easy to forget you are looking at the portrayal of characters by people, some of whom you may already know from elsewhere.
This cast, in my opinion, did an awesome job of bringing Dogfight to life. I laughed, I got caught up in the story, I enjoyed the songs. Where the occasional word was missed from the dialogue, I was a lot more forgiving because of this. Going in to Dogfight with reservations (I thought the premise for the story was quite frankly, mean), it was lovely to see that I was able to find so many positives to dispel those reservations. In essence I came out of the play feeling a lot better about life.
The main characters were played very well by Matthew Graham and Hannah Long, the growing relationship between Eddie and Rose very believable. I very much enjoyed the relationship between ‘The three bees’ – Birdlace, Bernstein and Boland. James Sellick was a formidable presence as Boland, bossing most of the scenes until he met his match in hooker ‘Marcy’, played with needle-sharp comic timing by Rachel Bosomworth.
I also very much enjoyed the relentless enthusiasm and blissful innocence of Sam Cochrane’s Buddy Holly-esque (and VERY shiny-teethed) Bernstein, as well as the very straight-faced waiter played by Jason Lemoir. I could go on about every single member of the cast as well. It was a very well put-together production that had me entranced from start to finish, believing in the characters. Well done all. Your Dogfight was great. Acid Test passed.
I have two points to pick up on that really have nothing to do with the production that merit note.
Indie Pride Day is here! Being an indie author has changed my life. I’m proud to be a part of this hardworking, passionate, giving community of authors and friends. In celebration, all three books in The Crown of Stones Trilogy will be on Kindle Countdown. FOR ONE DAY ONLY, each book will be only .99! Journey into a dark world of magic, addiction, obsession, war, deception, love, and loss—nearly 1500 pages of adult epic fantasy—for less than a cup of coffee!
All 3 books will be .99 each on 7/1 (and part of 7/2) for Amazon US & UK.
Book 1 will remain at .99 until 7/6
From a land long-divided by prejudice and fear, comes the story of Ian Troy, a magic-user bred for war. Reviled for their deadly addiction to magic, Ian’s people suffer in slavery. Drugs suppress their wills and their magic. Their once great empire lies buried, lost beneath the sand and a thousand years of secrets—until Ian unearths the Crown of Stones. Ignorant of its true purpose, Ian wields the circlet’s power and brings peace to the realms, but at a terrible price.
A decade later, scarred and guilt-ridden, Ian has rejected his heritage and his magic. Old enemies have resurfaced and new ones have risen to seize the Crown of Stones. Unwittingly drawn into the conflict, Ian’s addiction reawakened.
Caught in a web of obsession and lies, Ian returns to the past to save the future in a time-spanning journey fraught with loss, betrayal, torture, friendship and love. His beliefs and convictions, his knowledge of magic and history are challenged as Ian unlocks the mysteries of The Crown of Stones. Despite devastating personal consequences, he clings to a hope for peace. But how much is he willing to sacrifice? How much burden can he carry? And how far can a man fall before he can’t rise again?
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Helldat is different. It is bigger. It is sometimes a whole day long. No longer 15 questions about what someone makes of MY work along with the usual favorites, now we have taken it up a notch. The Helldat takeover event focuses on one main author, each of the other takeover guests pointing the attendees via games or just plain url links to information, web sites, twitter etc, regarding the main author. The aim is to increase awareness of one particular person and in dong so, make the event co-operative.
Go here to see the next Helldat, an event featuring the adult fantasy novelist Jennifer Sage, and here if you fancy joining an event, as we have spaces open on April 10th, as an event that’s part of the Brain to Books cyber convention.
If you want a Helldat done for you, just get in touch with me, on facebook would be the best place. I’m easy enough to find. Sometimes, if my son isn’t too busy, we will even knock up a promo video for you!