Vivian has one chance to save the worlds, and it could cost her everything…
In Wakeworld, a mysterious illness is killing healthy people in their sleep. While doctors and world leaders scramble to determine the source of the epidemic, Vivian Maylor travels through an increasingly unstable Between on a quest to stop it. She already knows the source of the disaster: Aidan the dragon queen has poisoned the dreamworlds. Every time a dreamworld dies, any dreamer caught up in that dream dies too. Much as Vivian despises the dark magic of the Sorcieri, they hold the secrets she needs to be able to pursue Aidan through the locked gates into the Forever. She has one chance to save the worlds—if she can persuade the Sorcieri to share their secrets, and if she is willing to sacrifice everything she loves…
How You Can be Part of the Story…
An unfinished series is a very sad thing. As a reader I am devastated when I finish a book and there isn’t another one and the story hasn’t yet ended. It reminds me of the time I bought a book and for some reason the last page was missing. There I sat, holding that book in my hands and screaming inside, “But I don’t know what happened!!!”
When I started writing a trilogy I made a promise to my readers that I would finish what I started. And I intend to do that. Ace Books has opted not to pick up The Nothing so I’m going to publish it independently. However, I would like for the quality of the last book to be at the same level as the first two and good editors don’t come cheap.
For all of these reasons, I’m running a Kickstarter to help give The Nothing a chance to find its way to more readers. If you would like to be part of this—either by backing the project or spreading the word—you can read all about it at https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/574989945/the-nothing-is-comingdream-if-you-dare
Right now, there is a GoodReads.com giveaway for BETWEEN!!! To enter to win a copy, check out the contest here, before November 13th.
You can also win a copy (either print, or ebook) by clicking on the rafflecopter link below. This Series Spotlight contest ends on November 11th.
Check out all of these fabulous participating blogs for another chance to win!
UPDATE: The winner of the Spook Hop giveaway is Robert Grieco! Thank you to all of you for stopping by
~cue creaky door and scary music~
Well hello there. Welcome to my
castle blog. Never mind Igor, he only bites when he’s hungry. You’ve eaten today, haven’t you, Igor? There, you see? Nothing to fear except fear itself as they say. Now, please keep your hands inside the vehicle and your seatbelts securely fastened. Do NOT touch the slime toads–they are poisonous.
Lurking below is a short scene from Wakeworld, Book Two of the Between series. Comment and/or share for a chance to win a signed copy of Between. And then click on the links below to visit participating blogs. Ready? Here we go.
~organ music swells~
“Facing him was a creature straight out of nightmare. Needle-sharp teeth as long as Zee’s arm were set in jaws of blackish green, the texture of toad skin. It had no real face. Where its nose should have been there were only two black holes. Red-brown eyes goggled out of its head, independent of each other, the pupils spinning in opposite directions. It had an amphibian body, with powerful back legs, poised to leap. There were claws on its nearly human hands, but the arms were short and not well muscled. Batlike wings sprouted from its shoulders. A spiked tail twitched, catlike, hitting the ground at regular intervals and raising clouds of dust. Slime oozed out of its skin and rained down into the dust with a continuous plop, plop, plop.
Zee tightened his grip on his sword and stepped forward, putting himself between the creature and the wounded man.
“We wants no trouble with one such as you,” the thing said, in a lilting, musical voice. “We only wants what is ours.” Drool flowed in little rivulets from the corners of its wide mouth.
Zee’s stomach twisted with revulsion. “I want no trouble, either,” he said. “What is it that you do want?”
“Him what cowers there behind you.”
“And what do you want with him?”
“We wants his death.”
Zee could hear the man’s ragged breathing, close to sobs. A sharp, acid scent like vinegar rose from the slime on the earth around his feet, crisping the tiny hairs in his nostrils and burning his sinuses.”
Remember to comment or share for a chance to win. (Winner will be chosen by noon on Saturday, November 1). And check out the scary scenes at the links below. All of these fabulous authors are giving away cool stuff.
Thanks for stopping by! I’m also running a Kickstarter for the third book of the Between trilogy, The Nothing. If you would like to support this project, or are just curious, click HERE.
Hitting the launch button for the kickstarter for The Nothing is one of the scariest things I’ve done as a writer, but it feels damned good all the same.
When I first got the news that my publisher had decided not to pick up the third book of the trilogy, I was devastated. Sure, they’d dropped a lot of hints about sales for Between and Wakeworld being less than noteworthy. And they’d said they wanted to wait and see what the sales on Wakeworld turned into before making a decision on whether they wanted to pick up The Nothing or not. But hope is insidious and pervasive and somewhere in the back of my mind I was maybe expecting a tiny little miracle.
Yeah. Not so much with the miracle. Apparently my miracle quota got all used up in the flurry of excitement around the deal with the first two books. So I moped a bit. My self confidence took a dive. I doubted myself and the books and my writing and my reason for existing. That said, there was never any doubt that I was going to finish writing The Nothing. Or that I was going to get it out to readers in some form or another.
But I also knew I was going to need help in order to deliver a quality product. Editing, for example. It’s impossible to edit your own work well since the brain does this really cool trick of superimposing what it knows (or thinks it knows) over what is actually on the page. Not to mention a cover and a little marketing to make the book visible to readers once it comes out.
So I started reaching out to editors and found my way in the end to highly recommended copy editor Richard Shealy. We were discussing my plans and that I thought I was going to have to skip a developmental edit because of funds, when he said, “You should try a kickstarter.”
Um, yeah. That. Putting the book out there and asking people to support the project. With money. What if nobody backs the project? What if the first two books didn’t sell a million copies because they SUCK? Not to mention the fact that kickstarters all must begin with the project creator appearing on a FREAKING VIDEO.
(Excuse me for a minute, while I wipe the sweat from my brow and settle my shaking fingers.)
I caught myself typing these words in response to Richard’s suggestion: “I’m scared to do a kickstarter.”
And then I said to myself, “Oh, shit, now I have to do it.”
Once upon a time, when I first began to venture into moving my writing from the desk drawer and computer screen into the big wide world, I made a rule for myself. It’s this: if I’m scared to do something, then I have to do it. (I exclude truly life threatening activities from this list. Like, say, sky diving and bungee jumping. Hey, my life. My rules.) But a kickstarter can’t hurt anything but my ego, and rules are rules.
So I set up the project over at kickstarter.com. I got a video together thanks to some serious bullying by my Viking, video editing from my eldest son, Ryan, and some awesome cameo appearances by friends (bushels of thanks to Ara Gigorian, Chris, Susan Spann and Jennifer Spiller).
And thus it is that Monday morning, October 13th, I’m launching a kickstarter in a quest to produce a quality version of The Nothing. Whether the project funds or not, I will have ventured where I feared to go. That, my friends, is a success in itself.
Interested in Supporting the Kickstarter?
You can get involved in backing the project for as little as a $2 investment. Helping with buzz is also immensely valuable. Any tweet or FB post you can spare, any friends you care to invite, can help this project succeed – #kickstartnothing is the official hashtag. I’ll be posting updates here, on Twitter and Facebook. Watch for updates!
Thank you in advance for your support.
UPDATE: I hit the launch button. The kickstarter is LIVE at https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/574989945/the-nothing-is-comingdream-if-you-dare
Carol Berg is rapidly morphing into my favorite fantasy author. I did a binge read of the Collegia Magica trilogy, relishing the strong characters, original magic, deep world building, and the strong mystery element that ran throughout.
Dust and Light manages to be equally good while being new and different. First off, there is that gorgeous cover. I buy paper books for a lot of reasons. One of these is that the book itself is part of the reading equation. Covers are art, and a spectacular cover like this one magnifies the pleasure for me:
As for the story – well, we’ve got a whole new complex (and wonderful) magic system. A young hero who discovers that his entire way of life is built on a lie, and that this knowledge could cost not only his own life but those of anybody he cares for. All of this, within a complex plot that unravels clues like a mystery, one at a time. Here’s the blurb from the back of the book:
National bestselling author Carol Berg returns to the world of her award-winning Flesh and Spirit and Breath and Bone with an all-new tale of magic, mystery, and corruption….
How much must one pay for an hour of youthful folly? The Pureblood Registry accused Lucian de Remeni-Masson of “unseemly involvement with ordinaries,” which meant only that he spoke with a young woman not of his own kind, allowed her to see his face unmasked, worked a bit of magic for her….After that one mistake, Lucian’s grandsire excised half his magic and savage Harrowers massacred his family. Now the Registry has contracted his art to a common coroner. His extraordinary gift for portraiture is restricted to dead ordinaries—beggars or starvelings hauled from the streets.
But sketching the truth of dead men’s souls brings unforeseen consequences. Sensations not his own. Truths he cannot possibly know and dares not believe. The coroner calls him a cheat and says he is trying to weasel out of a humiliating contract. The Registry will call him mad—and mad sorcerers are very dangerous….
Don’t miss it!
Every weekend the Viking and I pick up a couple of movies from the local Safeway since our satellite internet connection doesn’t allow for streaming movies and downloads. Sometimes the Safeway pickings are slim and we resort to films we might otherwise bypass. God’s Pocket is one of these, although it did intrigue me for a couple of reasons – the biggest being Philip Seymour Hoffman. I always liked Hoffman as an actor, and now that he’s dead there’s a special significance to seeing him in one of his last flicks.
But what a deeply dark and depressing world this movie took us to. Hoffman does a great job in the role of Mickey, a basically decent guy who is stuck in a bleak world where he can’t win for losing. Here’s the blurb:
When Mickey’s crazy step-son Leon is killed in a construction ‘accident’, nobody in the working class neighborhood of God’s Pocket is sorry he’s gone. Mickey tries to bury the bad news with the body, but when the boy’s mother demands the truth, Mickey finds himself stuck in a life-and-death struggle between a body he can’t bury, a wife he can’t please and a debt he can’t pay.
- Written by I.F.C. Films
As we watched, the Viking kept looking at me and saying, “God, what a horrible life.” Most of the characters are unpleasant, and the only ones I found myself cheering for were the guy who kills the step-son, the crew boss who covers up what really happened, and the elderly florist who knows how to take care of herself.
That said, I don’t regret the time spent watching. The story sparked some thought for me about human nature, as well as serious gratitude for my own life and the good people around me.
Also, as it turns out, the movie is based on a book.
A few minutes research on Amazon revealed that the Kindle edition of God’s Pocket by Pete Dexter came out in May of this year. Apparently the paperback is coming out in November. Out of curiosity I had a peek inside the book and will definitely be reading, despite my usual reluctance to read books that are set in the dark and depressing. Dexter can write, though, and I’m prepared to follow him into bleakness for little gems like this:
“Mickey Scarpatto was forty-five years old and did not understand women. It wasn’t the way bartenders or comedians didn’t understand women, it was the way poor people didn’t understand the economy.”
Definitely worth a read, I think.
In truth, I have no pumpkins. But the frost is on the windshield this morning.
And last night, just past dusk, I heard wild geese flying overhead. That call always gets me, especially in the fall. It makes me restless, itchy in my own skin. I want to do things, go places, get things done.
Which means, in this case, that I’ve spent my morning doing everything but writing. Paying bills, minimizing the chaos that’s built up around me while I’ve been buried in writing stories.
Maybe it’s instinct kicking in. Winter’s coming. Get ready. Batten the hatches, bring in the firewood, make sure there’s plenty of food in the pantry.
Funny how that works. Yesterday I was still in summer land and decidedly wanting to stay there. Today I woke up feeling energized, as if the smell of snow and frost woke up the Viking ancestry sleeping in my blood.
As it turns out, I’ve never really read the Frost is on the Pumpkin poem, which I thought was by Robert Frost. According to Google I’m wrong about mostly everything. Here’s the first verse:
“WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then the time a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.”
The poet is a gentleman named James Whitcomb Riley, 1853-1916. Although I can’t say that I an enamored with this style of poetry, I will admit he sort of caught the way I feel. But the poet who really nails it for me is Bliss Carmen, with Vagabond Song:
“THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name. ”
Anybody else have an autumn poem or song that stirs your blood?
I have exciting news to share with you.
But I’m not going to share it now. I’ve decided that the subscribers to my What’s Up in the Between newsletter should get first dibs on all of the news and gossip related to my books, so I’m going to tell them first.
News and Newsletters go together like coffee and cream, chocolate and peanut butter, Kahlua and – well, Kahlua goes with pretty much everything. I’ve been meaning to try it in my oatmeal one of these mornings but when it comes right down to it I never quite finish the pour. Anyway, back to the news that I am not sharing right now.
The good news is that I’m going to hold off a bit, so everybody who wants to can get in on the fun. If you’re not already hooked up to What’s Up in the Between there is a very simple solution to the problem.
What happens if you click the link? (I know. It feels a little bit like Neo choosing whether to take that pill or not…)
Don’t worry. You’re not going to wake up to discover that civilization as you know it is actually a giant computer program. And you won’t get sucked into the Between. (Well, probably. I can’t make guarantees about the Between, because the doors are everywhere.)
So even though I can’t predict everything that might happen, I can tell you three things are highly likely.
1. You get to hear news and announcements and see book covers and other fun and exciting things before everybody else.
2. You get to read exclusive excerpts from unpublished projects, as well as some fun outtakes from my “Darlings” file.
3. Every month you will get entered into a drawing for free books and other fun prizes.
If you just don’t want to mess around with one more email showing up in your inbox, no worries. I completely understand and I promise I will still tell you what’s going on.
This sounds like it’s going to be some sort of post on Freedom and Liberty and all of that stuff.
While I am grateful, daily and always, for the freedom and liberty and lovely life I’ve been able to have in both my native Canada and adopted USA, I’m talking about Free Books.
Because I feel like giving things away, and because what better time is there to do that than the Fourth of July? Especially since Canada Day just also happened, and that is two celebration days for me in one week!
I’m also in the mood to make things match. So here’s the deal:
Over the next 4 days, beginning today on the 4th, I’m giving away 4 books (total). Each winner can choose one copy of Between or Wakeworld. US and Canadian peeps only this time, please. You can play along here at the blog, or on Facebook or Twitter, or all of the above!
To enter here, just leave me a comment about something positive and good going on in your world. This could be anything from fresh tomatoes to winning the lottery. I’d just like to know what’s making you smile these days. Closing down the comments by midnight my time on the 7th. Bonus entry if you send somebody else this direction, just make sure they let me know who sent them so I can give you credit.
Now – Go!
What makes you happy?
Many readers don’t realize how important reviews of books are to the people who write them.
For starters, it just makes a writer immeasurably happy to know that some reader out there who isn’t a friend or family member actually took the time to read and love the book.
Also, reader reviews help to sell more books. This is gospel truth. Nothing helps an author sell more books than enthusiastic love from another reader.
Another little known fact is that reader reviews actually influence publishing contracts. Publishers are more likely to contract with a writer for another book if they know there is a reader group out there who is waiting for more.
At the same time, I know it’s a hassle to go and leave a review. Personally, I hate doing it and am very guilty of loving books and not taking the time to leave a review. There’s all those stars and the “what do I say?” part, not to mention the flashbacks to the much hated book reports I had to do in school.
But here’s the thing – reviews can be as short as “I totally inhaled this book and can’t wait for the next one.” In fact, sometimes I think those are better. I’m challenging myself to take the time to review the books I love, and I’m challenging you to do the same.
Only – there’s a bonus in this for you!!
1. Leave a review on Amazon of WAKEWORLD or any other living author’s book sometime before Sunday at midnight (my time, which is PST) and I’ll enter you to win a $25 Amazon gift card. It’s that simple, and you’ll make a writer really happy. (HINT: choose a book you love, or at least like. Scathing reviews do not make authors happy. Trust me.)
2. Leave a comment here with a link to your review – that way you share what you love and I know to enter you.
3. Enter as many times as you wish. The more reviews out there the better!
I have a visitor here on the blog today – the fabulously talented Alex Hughes, author of the Mindspace Investigations Series. The latest installment is called Marked, and I’ve been going around telling everybody you need to read this book. In fact, I’m so excited about the release of Marked that I’m giving a copy away!
What makes this series so fabulous? Funny you should ask. Alex has stopped by to give you ten good reasons why you should read Marked and the rest of the Mindspace Investigations Novels.
I feel like we need a drum roll here. Just so you know, I’m picturing Animal from the muppets providing a little intro. Okay. Ready? Take it away Alex:
10 Reasons to Read the Mindspace Investigations Series
1. A flawed hero you’ll love to root for, even when he screws up.
2. Flying cars.
3. Cool telepathy used to get the truth from suspects.
4. A cranky (but awesome) female homicide detective who gets the job done, no matter what it takes.
5. Seeing emotions people left behind in Mindspace. At crime scenes, that means finding clues
6. Interesting murder cases and mysteries.
7. A guy fighting to redeem himself from a dark past and do the right thing in the present.
8. A cast of minor characters you’ll love to follow.
9. The mysterious and foreboding Telepath’s Guild, who has its own agenda and the power to enforce it.
10. Scifi world like ours… with a twist. No computers (since we’re post-Tech Wars) but plenty of other futuristic stuff like antigravity, magnetic air conditioning, and artificial organs.
Convinced? Need more? Here comes the cover and the blurb. And if that’s not enough, stay tuned for the giveaway at the bottom!
FORESEE NO EVIL.
Freelancing for the Atlanta PD isn’t exactly a secure career; my job’s been on the line almost as much as my life. But it’s a paycheck, and it keeps me from falling back into the drug habit. Plus, things are looking up with my sometimes-partner, Cherabino, even if she is still simmering over the telepathic Link I created by accident.
When my ex, Kara, shows up begging for my help, I find myself heading to the last place I ever expected to set foot in again—Guild headquarters—to investigate the death of her uncle. Joining that group was a bad idea the first time. Going back when I’m unwanted is downright dangerous.
Luckily, the Guild needs me more than they’re willing to admit. Kara’s uncle was acting strange before he died—crazy strange. In fact, his madness seems to be slowly spreading through the Guild. And when an army of powerful telepaths loses their marbles, suddenly it’s a game of life or death.…