Guest Post: Eric R. Asher


 

Vesik,
Book 4
An ocean
of darkness lives in the journal of Philip Pinkerton. Ancient things with no
place in our world are rising from the Abyss. Ezekiel, the arrogant, mad god
has called us into battle. Does he think we can’t touch him, or does he know we
can’t? I wish I knew. The world’s only hope lies in a forgotten weapon, the
strength of our allies, and one necromancer of questionable ancestry. Yeah,
this is going to end well.
“When did you learn to scale an
incantation without a modifier?” the Old Man asked. His tone was full of humor.
He wasn’t expecting an actual answer. He already knew the damned answer.
“I …” I stared at the frozen earth,
speechless.
“You didn’t use a modifier, and yet
you clearly used a minas art.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes. “I
could have turned this entire field into an ice rink.”
“And yet, here we are.”
“Crazy old bastard,” Dell muttered as
he stretched out on the rock again. “He could have killed us all.”
“Have you ever seen your master do
that?” the Old Man asked.
“No,” I said. “You and Ezekiel and
Edgar are the only people I’ve seen use non-verbal incantations.”
“You still spoke, but you
internalized the modifier. Even that could be enough to give you an advantage
in a close contest. And the sword.” He nodded at the blade.
I let it collapse in on itself and
stared at the old hilt.
“Admittedly,” the Old Man said, “that
is not likely to damage a demon to a significant degree. There are still times
where a soulsword is your best bet. I would suggest using someone else’s soul
for that.”
“That’s the path of a dark
necromancer,” I said.

 

“That is the path of a man who
survives.”
Eric is a former bookseller, guitarist, and
comic seller currently living in Saint Louis, Missouri. A lifelong enthusiast
of books, music, toys, and games, he discovered a love for the written word
after being dragged to the library by his parents at a young age. When he is
not writing, you can usually find him reading, gaming, or buried beneath a
small avalanche of Transformers.
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Arm Cast Podcast: Episode 27 – Kahn And Knapp


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Guest Post: Elizabeth Isaacs


 

 The Kailmeyra Chronicles: Book Three—
Following
Nora and Gavin’s defeat of the Dokkalfar, the kingdom has flourished and
brought hope to its people.
But
looks can be deceiving.
Like
wisps of death, darker emotions seep into unexpected places. Now the nighttime
holds fresh horrors for Gavin as Nora’s visions of the future invade her
dreams. Though Nora can’t remember them, she knows Gavin sees her mind as
clearly as his own. Noticing the affects her nightmares have on him, Nora warns
Gavin of the dire consequences of altering fate. But she fears he’ll do
whatever it takes to assure her visions don’t come true—even going against all
he believes.

 

 

 

 

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Rena
entered the chamber, followed closely by Tark and Weylin. Her clipped stride
and scowl made it clear that she wasn’t in the mood for fun and games. Tark
started to catch up to her, but her hand flew up, and he stopped in his tracks.
Rumpled, tired, and more than a little grumpy, she flopped down next to me and
took a long drink from her goblet, setting it down with a thump.
“Having a
good day?” I smiled.
She
raised a graceful eyebrow. “Not really.” 
“What’s
wrong?”
Rena’s
eyes stayed fixed on the group across the way. “That’s the last time I help
with the recruits.”
“Why?”
Her
normally lilting voice sounded low, aggressive. “Tark suggested we put the new
warriors through their paces by using our little gifts.”
“Oh?” The
smile slid from my face. Rena was the Keeper of the Field. She could take on an
army of Dokkalfar. Surely a few student warriors weren’t a problem. 
“What I
mean to say,” she corrected as we she watched Tark glance our way, “is with my
little gift. It seems I was the warm up act before tonight’s main event.”
I patted
her arm. “What happened?” 
Rena’s
scowl darkened. Gavin, Tark, Weylin, and Micah glanced up from their
conversation, pointedly staring in our direction. 
“At
first, all was well. The terrain responded to my call, and I had the young ones
easily contained with vine and loam.”  She jerked her head toward the only
warrior slightly taller than Gavin.  “And then he showed up.”
I
grimaced. “Weylin.” 
He must
have heard his name because he looked over. His turquoise eyes, such a contrast
to his olive skin and dark hair, narrowed. He tipped his head as if to say
hello.
We both
ignored him.
Weylin was
one of Gavin’s oldest friends as well as the leader of the lower guard. He also
happened to be the only one that could pinpoint my weaknesses. Off the field,
Weylin was like a brother—sometimes annoying, other times protective and
sweet.  On the field, he was a merciless brute.
“Yes,
Weylin,” Rena hissed. “It seems his practice with you has given him insight to
exploit my weaknesses, too. And apparently your mate,” she threw an accusatory
glare Gavin’s way, “has given him permission to test not only you but all the
Keepers as well.”
“So what
did you do?”
“What do
you think?” she grumbled. “I lost my concentration, the young warriors charged,
and I was overrun.”
I
frowned. “Having your defenses stripped away stinks, doesn’t it?”
Weylin
had taunted me yesterday until I lost my concentration, and Gavin actually had
to defend me until I found my focus again.
“My lady,
your ability to understate situations is, at times, staggering.”

 

 

Elizabeth is an author, teacher, and publishing
professional who began her career as a national presenter for Resource
Profiles, where she developed teacher seminars designed to foster creative
brain stimulation. Moving into formal education, she helped at-risk students
improve their writing skills as well as created and implemented a creative
writing/blogging program that centered on teaching the 21st century learner.
Works stemming from this initiative were published online and seen in over 40
countries.
Elizabeth receives invitations to speak nationwide at schools and book clubs
about Young Adult (YA) content and writing. She co-founded the popular book
blog, Chirenjenzie, which reaches thousands of people around the world. The
writer support and reader interest group promotes and interacts with followers
on Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, and various other blog sites. Elizabeth has a
Master’s degree from Austin Peay State University, where she was trained in
classical opera. She graduated Magna Cum Laude and was a member of the Phi Beta
Kappa Honor Society.

“The Light of Asteria” received Honorable Mention at the New York
Book Festival.


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Guest Post: Eileen Harris


Antique dealer Alicia Trent is hired to appraise a huge collection of treasures hoarded by a woman who has recently died in the town where Alicia grew up.

The huge old house poses mystery after mystery from the moment she arrives, but the stakes become deadly when murder is added to the mix. The question then becomes, can she stay alive long enough to unmask the killer?


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Without consciously making a decision to do so, I grabbed my robe and headed for the door. If the thief was in the house, it might be my chance to identify him or her. One last glance at the globe showed the black was now mixed with a lot of orange. It looked like a Halloween decoration.



I turned off the light in the room, then quietly unlocked and opened my door. A flashlight would be a big help, but mine was packed in my suitcase. This was the first time I’d needed it. I eased out into the dark hall. A nightlight plugged in at the top of the stairs made a dim glow and I started in that direction. Moving slowly, I listened intently for any unusual noise. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful. I didn’t think anyone had stayed overnight in the house except Naomi and me. The stairs were solid and didn’t make a sound as I crept down. Time moved in slow motion and it seemed to take forever to reach the bottom. Once there, I began making my way to the living room. We always turned off the electronic security on that door at night since there were no potential buyers coming in and out after five. Even though I still hadn’t seen anything suspicious, somehow the atmosphere seemed wrong. Danger seemed to lurk in every dark corner. I was anxious to make sure the items displayed for viewing hadn’t been disturbed. Moving into the room and closing the door seemed to take forever. I couldn’t wait to get the light turned on. At first glance everything looked fine. Walking around the items for a closer look, I still didn’t see any evidence of tampering. Maybe I was overreacting and chasing ghosts. I decided to return to my room, but instead I veered into the study for a quick look. I wasn’t quite ready to admit my fears were just my nerves playing tricks. This time I hadn’t done the smart thing and called for Dan. He had to be tired of my crying wolf and not finding any evidence. I’d need a darn good reason before choosing to disrupt the entire household again.



At first the study also seemed undisturbed, but as my eyes adjusted, my heart skipped a beat. Someone had pushed the button that moved the desk aside. The light on the stairs leading down into the passageway had been turned on. Someone had entered the house, but I couldn’t call Dan from here and didn’t want to lose the chance to discover the identity of the intruder. All of a sudden my policy of not crying wolf didn’t seem so wise. I picked up a large letter opener from the desk and started down the stairs. The cloying feeling of danger increased with each step. The second bookcase on the left hand side of the hall was moved aside, revealing a passage I hadn’t known existed. The walls in this new passage were lined with artwork. Creeping silently along, I noticed that the art consisted of a variety of styles. At a quick glance I saw pen-and-ink, charcoals, watercolors and oils. I wouldn’t know what all was there until I had time to investigate. Right now my attention was focused on finding out who was down here and why. The passage climbed steadily upward. There didn’t seem to be any side doors, at least none that were obvious, until the end of the passage. Here one door opened to the right. By now my sense of direction had become confused and I wasn’t sure what part of the house this passage ran through, but it might be somewhere on the second floor.



About the Author:


From living off the grid in the Arizona desert, Eileen has moved to the woods of upstate New York. She has authored a standalone adventure novel called Desert Shadow. She is also the author of Alicia Trent Series. The Black Cane : Dowager Diaries Book 1 is her latest release.







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Guest Post: Esther M. Soto


 

 

On a manhunt for a serial
killer, FBI Special Agent Ileana Harper falls through a break in time, ripping
her from the present and everything she knows. After forming an uneasy alliance
with the man who comes to her rescue, she unearths long-buried family secrets.
Spiraling out of control, she clings to memories of Tommy, her partner and best
friend of eight years, to keep her sane, fearful she may never see him again.
 
FBI Special Agent Tommy
Colton relies on Ileana to keep him grounded; she’s the closest thing he’s ever
had to love in his life. When Ileana disappears, leaving no trace, he falls
apart. Without her beside him, Tommy is about to face the biggest challenge of
his career, if not his life.
 
While trying to find a way
home, Ileana races to determine the killer’s identity and discovers he might be
closer than she realized. Will she risk everything to catch him, or sacrifice
justice to find her way back to Tommy before it’s too late?

 

 

 

 

Esther grew up in the
beautiful Caribbean island of Puerto Rico before meeting and marrying her soul
mate. A former military wife, she’s the mother of three boys, explorer, avid
reader, communications professor, and knowledge hound. An Army Mom at heart,
Esther resides in MN where she spends her days teaching human communication and
public speaking, and writing about love, romance, and life. Hold My Heart is
her first novel.

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Jaime Johnesee Guest Post for #WinterZombie2014


me

            Let me start off by saying that I really appreciate you giving me some time on your blog today. My name is Jaime Johnesee and I’m here today to talk about something that is very important in a zombie story –the characters. 

 

            If readers don’t care about the characters, then the storyline is really nothing more than a moot point. Would Harry Potter have been as successful if Harry was an annoying brat? Probably not. Would any best selling book –throughout history– have done as well as it did if it was created with characters that nobody gave a flying fig about?   

 

            Having well fleshed (yeah, I went there), realistic, and relatable characters is a necessity in all stories. Especially seeing as how in today’s most popular zombie fiction the characters are what is most important to the story while the zombies become merely a backdrop for that tale to unfold. There is a similar theme running throughout all zombie fiction but what keeps these stories so fresh and popular are the people that the author drops into the stories –the ones who have to fight the zombies.

 

            Zombies are an awesome monster, one of my favorites, the lore and history that surrounds them is absolutely amazing to read. If you have time I highly recommend delving into the historical and cultural significances zombies have had on society. There are some fantastic papers out there on the undead. Not to mention some wonderful blogs that discuss zombies in both fiction and history.

 

            As for me, I made a very different choice with my zombies and I used them as the main characters and the humans as the backdrop. The people I was hanging around with caused me to change the way I saw zombies and so I decided to head down another path with my world. It so happened that my path was more humor than horror. I know many folks, me included, who love the vicious flesh hungry monsters. Yet with my own work I felt the need to go another direction. I wanted to capture the friends I have that love to role-play as zombies. Every time I sat and talked with these pals of mine I came away feeling lighter and happier. I saw a challenge in taking a well known monster and making it human.

 

            My character, Bob, is just a regular guy (with really bad luck) who died and was raised by a necromancer. He is the same fellow he was before his death. He has the same feelings and emotions it’s just that he happens to be rotting. Occasionally, bits of him fall off but he can quickly reattach those with a stapler or a special glue.

 

            I went a more comedic route with my zombie because I felt like that’s the sort of guy Bob is. He jokes a lot and is self effacing with his humor. He finds something funny about almost every situation and, because of that, he doesn’t ever give up no matter how bad things are for him. Basically, he’s the Clark Griswold of the supernatural world.

 

            I even decided to put a little piece of my own life into every Bob story. For each novella, or short story, there is one scene, or anecdote, where my real life merges with Bob’s. Most of the stuff is too comical to not include it somewhere, and these events just fit with his bad luck.

 

            At any rate, I am of the opinion it is the characters that make a book either great or one you will never remember in a million years. Plot is the cornerstone, sure, but the building surrounding that plot –making it so impactful–  are the characters.

 

            If you can write a character that is believable, and can be well and truly loved (or loathed) so completely, then you’ve done a good job as an author. With current zom-poc books the characters are even more important because the monster is familiar and the theme of survival is the same. You need the characters, and their interactions, to take center stage. They are what the book is truly about. Not the zombies, not the apocalypse, not even the survival; it’s about the people thrust into those situations and their reactions.

 

            That’s my two cents on the matter. I’d love to hear what you think in the comments below. I hope you guys have a fantastic day and I just want to take a moment to again thank my wonderful host for having me on their blog today.

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

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AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

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Guest Post: Short Scary Stories


Scary riddles and stories

Ladies and gentlemen, ever read horror stories that blow your mind with psychological elements?
You have to read it carefully to uncover the deeper meaning. The stories seem normal at first, but trust me.
None of these stories are considered “normal”. Here is one of my favourites. Please enjoy!

Weird kid

I’m not sure if my kid is special or weird. He’s got a habit of pointing at faces.
Sometimes in a picture, sometimes on the TV. But I call him a weird kid for a another reason.
A while ago, I learned that whenever he points at somebody like that, they’re going to die within a week.
I don’t understand why he never points at someone directly. The victims all seem to die naturally.
I feel as if something complicated is going on.
But I kept it to myself. What if people don’t believe me, and think I’m a liar?
Or what if other people think he’s a weird kid as well.
Today, when I turned on the TV, my son was pointing on the TV screen.
There was our president, talking about civil rights. This will be worldwide news. I wonder how he will die.

Random TV

 

 

It wouldn’t be scary if the kid predicted the president would die.
But unfortunately he wasn’t pointing at the president.
He was pointing at the TV reflection, at his mother.
The feeling and thrill at the moment you find out the meaning, is in my opinion truly marvellous.
I hope to share this excitement with all of you.

 

More at Short scary stories

Special thank to Armand Rosamilia for this short post! :)