Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Psyche-Soul-Ology by David Roberts Book Blitz - Win a $25 Amazon Gift Card!

Psyche Soul OlogyTitle: Psyche-Soul-Ology
Author: David Roberts
Publisher: iUniverse
Pages: 202
Genre: Psychology
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Psyche-Soul-ology: An Inspirational Approach to Appreciating and Understanding Troubled Kids is a companion text to At the Mercy of Externals: Righting Wrongs and Protecting Kids, 2nd Edition. Dr. Roberts presents a spiritually based application of his theories and the Roberts FLAGS Model detailed in his first book. His use of the term Psyche-Soul-ology focuses on the importance of addressing both the minds and souls of troubled kids. Of utmost importance is the need to look beyond the obvious external behaviors and problems of every kid, making an effort to see who they truly are relative to their unique potential for redirecting their lives. By looking into each kid it is possible to discover their uniqueness and encourage them to understand who they are intended to be, rather than who they are becoming. Dr. Roberts stresses the importance of complicating factors serving as obstacles to the progress of low income, disadvantaged kids. He focuses heavily on professional ethics and the need for both extreme compassion and full competence when working with troubled kids and their families. Both of these books are vital for parents and professionals if we are to fight against social injustices associated with poverty and other complicating factors.


Dr. Roberts, a proud father and grandfather, is also a licensed clinical psychologist, author, and college instructor, trained in California and living now in his home state of Alabama. His education, training experiences and worldview make him unique, and he is recognized as an expert with troubled kids and families.

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The Treasure of Kefer Shimon by Clifford Stevens Book Blitz - Win a $25 Amazon Gift Card!

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The Treasure of Kefer Shimon
Title: The Treasure of Kefer Shimon
Author: Clifford Stevens
Publisher: iUniverse
Pages: 344
Genre: Men's Adventure
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The Treasure of Kefer Shimon is the story of a young American priest given a secret assignment by the Vatican to track down the source of three ancient scrolls that have come into the possession of the Holy Sea. If the scrolls are genuine, they will cause a revolution in Biblical studies. Along the way he makes many startling and shocking discoveries deliberately kept hidden for centuries. Filled with historical fact masterfully woven with fiction, it takes David Lavarans on a journey into the secret dealings of the Vatican, into the ancient archives of a medieval Pope, into a Middle Eastern monastery, and into the Arabian Desert. Here, he makes a shocking discovery that has been kept hidden since the time of Christ. If revealed, the ramifications will rock biblical scholars and historians. David is neither heroic nor a pursuer of power. He is simply a young parish priest completely unaware of why he, among thousands of more prominent priests, is singled out for this mission by someone more powerful than the Pope himself. Ancient scrolls, the high ranks of the Vatican, a young American priest, the Middle East, and secrets that will shake the world of Christianity and the interpretation of the New Testament all play a role in this intriguing biblical adventure which spans 2,000 years.

Father Clifford Stevens is a priest of the Archdiocese of Omaha and the founder of Tintern Monastery. He graduated from Boys Town. He entered the Air Force as a Chaplain and served on bases in California, Alaska, New Mexico and Japan. He left the Air Force to become the Executive Editor of The Priest magazine and was later editor/publisher of Schema XIII, a journal for the Priest in the Modern World. He was at one time the associate director of Liturgy in Santa Fe, a liturgical institute in New Mexico. His writings on religious and theological subjects have appeared in Chicago Studies, America, U.S. Catholic, Pastoral Life, The Priest, Our Sunday Visitor, Liturgical Arts, the Homiletic & Pastoral Review, Cistercian Studies, the American Benedictine Review, Angelicum and the Review for Religious. He is the author of twelve published books, including the historical novel, Flame out of Dorset published by Doubleday & Co., A Life of Christ, The Blessed Virgin, Father Flanagan: Builder of Boys, the One-Year Book of Saints, Portraits of Faith, Astro-Theology: for the Cosmic Adventure, The Noblest Love, On Christian Marriage and Intimacy with God, and Aloysius, a collection of essays about St. Aloysius Gonzaga.

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Falling for Her Pirate by Amber Lin and For Her Spy Only by Robyn DeHart Book Feature

Title: Falling for Her Pirate
Author: Amber Lin
Publisher: Entangled Scandalous
Pages: 189
Genre: Historical Romance
Format: Ebook

Vengeance is a dish best served in bed...

 London, 1820 After the deaths of his parents and a dark, troubled childhood, Captain Nate Bowen vowed he would have his revenge. But he never expected to have the tool of his revenge dropped so neatly into his lap. Juliana Hargate is not only the daughter of his enemy, but is destitute, very much alone—and exquisitely desirable. And now that Nate has saved her life, she's at his complete mercy...

Captive.

All Juliana wanted was to clear her father's name. Instead, she's been struck with amnesia—unable to recall even her name—and imprisoned by a tall, imposing, and entirely unscrupulous pirate. A pirate whose eyes seem to look past her skirts and many petticoats, and whose touch sends delicious ripples of desire through her. With every passing day, she finds herself tempted to give him the very thing he's determined to take...

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Amber Lin writes erotic romance with damaged souls and deep emotion. Her debut novel, Giving It Up, received The Romance Review’s Top Pick, Night Owl Top Pick, and 5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. RT Book Reviews gave it 4.5 stars, calling it “truly extraordinary.” She has been published by Loose Id, Carina Press, and Entangled. Amber married her high school sweetheart, birthed a kid who’s smarter than she is, and spends her nights writing down her dirty thoughts. In other words, life is good.
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Title: For Her Spy
Author: Robyn DeHart
Publisher: Entangled Scandalous
Pages: 83
Genre: Historical Romance
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He'll never forget her--but can he ever forgive her? 

England, 1814 When Winifred is rescued from her snow-stranded carriage by the notorious and reclusive Alistair, Marquess of Coventry, she is instantly drawn to him. Jilted by her betrothed and socially ruined by untrue rumors, Winifred is tired of  paying for crimes she didn't commit and decides to play the seductress London society claims she is. Thinking a night of passion shouldn’t leave any lasting effects, she instead finds her heart marked forever. Six years later, Alistair is working for the Regent as a spy. A search for Napoleon's English supporters leads him to the beguiling Winifred, recently widowed with a young son. He hasn’t forgotten how the unconventional beauty warmed his bed, and the heat between them rekindles immediately. The spymaster is determined to uncover all of plucky Winifred's secrets. Especially the one regarding her son...

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National Bestselling author, Robyn DeHart's novels have appeared in the top bestselling romance and historical romance lists. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages. Her historical romantic adventure series, The Legend Hunters, were not only bestsellers, but also award-winners, snagging a Reader's Crown and a Reviewer's Choice award. She had three releases in 2013 and 2014 will see four more, all set in the popular historical romance Regency and Victorian eras. Known for her "strong dialogue and characters that leap off the page" (RT Bookclub) and her "sizzling romance" (Publishers Weekly), her books have been featured in USA Today and the Chicago Tribune. A popular writing instructor, she has given speeches at writing conferences in Los Angeles, DC, New York, Dallas, Nashville and Toronto, among many others. When not writing, you can find Robyn hanging out with her family, husband (The Professor) a university professor of Political Science and their two ridiculously beautiful and smart daughters, Busybee and Babybee as well as two spoiled-rotten cats. They live in the hill country of Texas where it's hot eight months of the year, but those big blue skies make it worth it. Sign up for Robyn's newsletter www.robyndehart.com/newsletter/ 

Her latest book is the historical romance, For Her Spy Only 

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Monday, July 28, 2014

Vlad Dracula: The Dragon Prince by Michael Augustyn Book Blitz - Win a $25 Amazon Gift Card!

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Vlad Dracula the Dragon Prince
Title: Vlad Dracula
Author: Michael Augustyn
Publisher: iUniverse
Pages: 286
Genre: Historical Fiction
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 Most of the vast audience attracted to the subject of Dracula know him only in his fictional, one-dimensional form: vampire! Yet the truth behind the historical character--voevode, warlord--of 15th C. Romania is at least as equally fascinating as any contrived account of his supernatural persona.   Vlad Dracula faithfully follows his life story as hostage, fugitive, prince, and prisoner. His principality of Wallachia was caught between two voracious predators: the kingdom of Hungary and the Ottoman empire. They tried to break Dracula with overwhelming force and terror. But Dracula turned their own tactics against them, and against criminals and factions in his own land, earning the name Tepes-The Impaler-in the process. He was a strange mix of husband, father, soldier, statesman, and berserker. He annihilated 50,000 people--one-tenth of his own population. Cursed by his native Orthodox Christian Church, he indeed evolved into a legend. But even today he is Romania's Robin Hood.  

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Interview with Darla M. Grese: 'Kelli taught me more than any book or article could teach'



Darla M. Grese is a twin sister who lost her better half to side effects from prescribed medication. As a U.S. Navy Veteran, she is an advocate of Veteran X and Veteran Hope programs that address mental illness, PTSD, and unintentional addiction issues. Both programs are sponsored by the Veteran Affairs Medical Center and focus on Veteran recovery and independence. She raises money for “Team Kelli” and annually participates in the Out of the Darkness Walk at Mt. Trashmore in Virginia Beach (http://www.sos-walk.org/sos/).  While continuing to bring awareness to this cause, being a loving parent is her favorite passion and the main focus of her life. Darla’s love for the arts has been expressed as a talented actress with appearances in The F.B.I. files, The New Detectives, Diagnosis Unknown, Wicked Attraction, Discovery Channel’s The Haunting, and the movie Atlantis Down. She currently works full time as a respiratory therapist at a trauma center in Norfolk, Virginia.

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When you’re a twin, loneliness is somewhat unfamiliar because you’ve always had each other. So when a twin passes, the other is left unprepared. Our loyalty was steadfast and our devotion to one another, solid. Our love was unconditional no matter what the circumstances. I’m so grateful every day for the memories of the joy and laughter that we shared together. I know the bond that Kelli and I shared is impossible for anyone to replace. This memoir has become something so much more than initially intended. It’s become a documented journey barely scratching the surface of the love between two sisters. And surprisingly, it’s also become an outlet for me to speak candidly and honestly about my struggles with the cause of Kelli’s death. This is a love story turned tragedy. An exposure of one of the greatest healthcare failures killing Veterans and civilians, and a cry for help to remedy the fiasco. I’ve stressed about who I would mention in this book, nervous that I would hurt someone’s feelings by not mentioning their names. But I’ve realized that it’s impossible to do. Kelli had so many great friends, some I’ve never even met. I need each person to know who has taken the time to reach out to me in whatever capacity that if it weren’t for your heartfelt show of support and love, I don’t know that I would be able to muster the energy to even get up each day. Kelli, we did it.

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  • Sister Surrendered is available at Amazon.
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Q: Welcome to The Writer's Life!  Now that your book has been published, we’d love to find out more about the process.  Can we begin by having you take us at the beginning?  Where did you come up with the idea to write your book?

Sister Surrendered is a very different book than initially intended several years ago. I distinctly remember a conversation that I had with my twin sister Kelli. We were sitting on my couch flipping through the yellow pages of the phone book, in pursuit of affordable drug-rehab centers, which by the way, are scarce sadly. Kelli felt strongly that sharing the story of her personal struggles could help people to better understand the disease of addiction and depression, and I agreed. So our first goal was to get Kelli better, not just in the short term, but for the long haul. Then I would write a screenplay, something that I’ve done several times before, or a book, detailing years of hurdles, uncertainty and despair. But tragically, Kelli took her own life in November 2010, which obviously led to the divulgence of a very different story, with a much different ending.

Q: How hard was it to write a book like this and do you have any tips that you could pass on which would make the journey easier for other writers?

Obviously this book is very personal which made it extremely difficult emotionally to write, which is why I had to put it off for three years. I simply wasn’t able to strike the first key without my heart bounding through my chest, making it hard to take a breath. I’m very good at staying busy, whether it’s being a mom, working, acting, or curling up in bed feeling sorry for myself. I would’ve rather done anything, but write this book. I knew that once I started, I’d re-live moments that still to this day haunt me in unexplainable ways.

I would say to anyone contemplating writing a book that’s personally tough, pace yourself. Write only what’s comfortable and try not to force it. There were a couple of chapters that I could hardly get through, literally typing three lines at a time in-between hyperventilating. But I allowed myself those moments of pacing through my bedroom gasping. Give yourself those moments because in the end, you’ll deliver a very real story that will affect the reader on a much deeper level.

Q: Who is your publisher and how did you find them or did you self-publish?

After having several discussions with my editor and friend, Evan Fiedler, we decided on self-publishing due to his vast experience in that arena. And although it’s been an amazing experience, it has also limited us a bit. I’d love to get into some stores and perhaps do some touring, but right now we’re only available at Amazon.com. With the current controversies surrounding the VA Hospitals nationwide, Sister Surrendered is a book that would likely appeal to the masses given the appropriate publicity. It’s exposure of the care that Kelli received at the VA Hospital for many years, mimics a lot of what’s being discussed today.

Q: Is there anything that surprised you about getting your first book published?

Absolutely. What surprised me the most were the personal messages that I received, and still do, from readers everywhere. They’re not only thanking me, but they’re also divulging personal stories and struggles of their own, trusting me with their deepest of secrets.  And I hold that very close to my heart and my gratitude is endless for their trust. Writing this book was a substantial risk for me personally because of my ultra-private way of living. So to have the reaction that I’ve had, some from complete strangers, made the risk worth taking on many levels.

 Q: What other books (if any) are you working on and when will they be published?

If I answered this question last week, my answer would have been none. But this past week, after a lot of soul-searching and personal self-probing, I’ve changed my mind. I do in fact intend on writing another book, likely titled Sister Revealed, which will discuss in much greater detail, my struggles, both during Kelli’s turbulent years, and after her death. I graze over them in Sister Surrendered, but I’ve decided that in order to achieve complete personal satisfaction; I have to in fact reveal everything.

Q: What’s your favorite place to hang out online?

I’m a Facebook fan. I love browsing pictures and personal posts, and it’s a great place to network. I use Twitter, but I’m still learning it.

Q: Finally, what message (if any) are you trying to get across with your book?

Withhold judgment on anyone who struggles from addiction, depression, or any form of mental illness. Over the course of many years filled with a lot of trying times, Kelli taught me more than any book or article could teach. I learned from her that we are all vulnerable to vices of some sort and that we should all be grateful for having a sound mind, because without that, life becomes labored, even more so than it already is. I savor every memory that I have of my sister, but at the end of each and every day, she’s not here. I wish she was, but she isn’t. So please, during your times of frustration and anger of dealing with someone that you love struggling, remember my reality, because sadly, it could become yours.

Q: Thank you again for this interview!  Do you have any final words?

I hope that when you read this book, you’ll pass it along to someone that might benefit from it. I priced it extremely low for a reason, to share Kelli’s story in the greatest way possible with what little platform that I have. And without the public’s help, the book’s life will be limited. But most importantly, I need to thank everyone who’s read the book so far. I’m so thankful for your support, your personal notes and your kind words. I’ve responded to every single message that I’ve received and I vow to continue that, regardless of long that it takes me.






Thursday, July 24, 2014

Interview with D.W. Raleigh, author of Shiloh’s True Nature

D.W. Raleigh is from the Delaware valley.  He has several college degrees, including an M.A. in Philosophy.  He has worked as a Race track teller, Debt collector, and Merchandiser in addition to being a published Author.  Shiloh’s True Nature is the first in a series of novels he plans to write. 

When did you begin writing?

I started compiling notes for Shiloh’s True Nature in 2007-2008.  Over the course of a year, I constructed an outline that grew to about 50,000 words.  By the autumn of 2009, I decided to stop fiddling with the outline and start writing the book.  I finished the first draft in the late spring of 2010.  I edited and tinkered with the book nonstop until I found my publisher, Hobbes End, in the spring of 2012.

Do you write during the day, at night or whenever you can sneak a few moments?

For the most part, I wrote Shiloh’s True Nature at night.  Every night before I went to bed I would work on it.  I can remember more than a few nights where I was in a groove and would look at the clock and be agitated that I had to stop.  Oddly enough, I now find myself working on the second book mostly during daylight hours.

What is this book about?

Shiloh’s True Nature is a story is full of mythic themes.  In the book, Shiloh Williams, a twelve year old farm boy, goes to visit his estranged grandfather.  The adventure begins in his grandfather’s town, Fair Hill; a mystical place where everyone has amazing and unusual abilities.

What inspired you to write it?

Two works from the late Joseph Campbell were very integral to my writing Shiloh’s True Nature.  Campbell’s The Power of Myth and The Hero With A Thousand Faces provided me with a roadmap to successfully tell my story.  When I was in the formative stages of STN, I was compiling numerous mythological concepts and came across Campbell’s books.  Though they had no bearing on content, his insights into mythologies and how to structure such tales were invaluable. 

Where can readers purchase a copy of your book?

Starting July 15, 2014, the book will be available through my publisher’s website http://hobbesendpublishing.com/   Also, it will be available through Amazon.com and I believe other booksellers as well. 

What is up next for you?


I am currently working on the second installment in the Shiloh series.  While the coming story is part of the series, I’m doing my best to make sure that, like the first, it will be able to stand on its own.  So, when someone picks it up, they will be able to appreciate the story and not feel like they’ve missed something.

It's Your Decision: Parenting the Way God Intended by Ed Grizzle Book Blitz - Win a $25 Amazon Gift Card!


Title: It's Your Decision
Author: Ed Grizzle
Publisher: iUniverse
Pages: 128
Genre: Family Relationships/Parenting
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 Children are gifts from God, but parenting those children can often be a difficult task. In It’s Your Decision, author Ed Grizzle shows how parenting can be successful when it’s carried out according to God’s plan. Using his life’s experiences as a guide, Grizzle explores the importance of making the right decisions in life—from choosing the right lifestyle and the right mate and to raising children according to what God has planned for you. It’s Your Decision discusses • planning for children; • knowing what children need; • being aware of the important years in a child’s life; • understanding that children will test parents; • valuing the role of grandparents; • dealing with abused children; • communicating openly and honestly; • clarifying family roles. Grizzle presents a guide to strengthening lives and making your family life more enjoyable. He shows how this is possible when you accept Jesus Christ into your life; he will show you the way in the difficult times.
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Ed Grizzle started a ministry called It’s Your Decision that helps addicts, prostitutes, and others who face difficult circumstances. He and his late wife, Mary, raised two children. Grizzle currently lives in Illinois
 

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First Chapter Reveal: The Agben School by Jo Sparkes

Title: The Agben School
Author: Jo Sparkes
Publisher: Oscar Press
Pages: 384
Genre: Fantasy
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Agben had stood for a thousand years. A mysterious school housing more than students, it was the seat of the powerful Women of Agben, and the center for harnessing the potency of herbs. Few knew all that transpired within the walls.

And now Marra stood at its gate.

Friends and support stripped from her, the fragile life she’d built for herself now lay in tatters. And the source of this evil hunted her like a deer culled from the herd.

The gateway before her was her only hope.

For as the city itself crumbled, all depended not on a prince trying to save his people, nor the valiant men who’d brought them this far.

Everything depended on finding a magic powder in the vaults of Agben itself.

Everything depended on her.

– PROLOGUE –

Mik was all of ten years old, and had responsibility.
That’s what his mother had told him this morning, when it was time to open the shop. His grandfather was ill, and needed care from time to time.
“Just keep it closed for the morning,” Father had suggested.
“Not with four ships in port,” Mother had snapped back.
So it was his job to mind the shop.
He’d done everything before, of course. Poured out the herbs, wrapped them in paper. Kept them close to himself until the customer paid in coin. “A poor little Mid Isle shop taking credit would go broke in a month,” his mother smilingly explained to any who asked.
Yes, he’d seen it all and he knew what to do.
Until the pretty girl walked in. Maybe 16 years old, he guessed. Maybe more. Her clothes weren’t as nice as many before her, but nicer than some. She had that desert air about her, down to the sandal shoes, but her hair was long in the Missean fashion, not the short cut of the Flats.
She didn’t seem Agben. But she didn’t seem not Agben, either.
It was a dark red hair, braided down her back. When she turned in the sunlight from the door the red flashed at him. Little wisps escaped and curled around her face, making her seem too soft.
Women of Agben were never soft.
Mik realized that responsibility did indeed have weight, just as his father said. He was feeling that weight on his shoulders this very second.
The girl looked over the shelves carefully, and he didn’t interrupt her.
And then she turned to him, and smiled. The smile alone was almost enough to prove she wasn’t Agben. Almost.
“Illsmith,” she said. “Do you have any?”
Mik nodded. “In the back, Miss. How much do you want?”
“Just a handful, please.” Her eyes were blue, he saw, but not the faded blue of his mother and baby sister. Hers were a deep blue, like the sea’s depths as evening fell.
He hurried to fetch her Illsmith.
“And Musk Oil?” she called after him.
Ahh hah! The pretty girl must be of Agben, Mik realized. Illsmith was a desert plant, and Musk Oil from the Great Continent. Those two went together, he knew, to rub on sore muscles and strained shoulders. He knew because one of the Agben women had told his mother so when his father had hurt himself pulling in the big swoopfish.
Mik grabbed a tiny glass bottle of oil – all of ten copper, he told himself – and then the crock of Illsmith. Returning to the girl, he set both on the counter, and produced a paper for the Illsmith. “Twelve copper,” he told her as plucked out a good handful of the herb and wrapped it proper.
Some people frowned when the price was mentioned, but this girl merely pulled coins from a pocket and counted it out.
Mik stooped low, to open the box his mother had told him he shouldn’t know about, and snatch the pretty bauble inside.
He carefully wrapped it in a soft cloth, the kind used for fragile glass on long trips. And then presented it to the girl.
 “What is this?” she asked, starting to lift a wrapped corner.
Mik stopped her as old man Tanner strode into the shop. “Take it,” the boy whispered.
“Mik, my boy,” Tanner grinned, looking around for his mother. The old man always wanted advice on a new ache. “Your mother not here this morning?”
The girl hesitated, still staring at him. He snatched up the coin she’d placed on the counter, and tugged the step ladder over to just beneath the Stomach Cure jar.
“That’s right,” Tanner told him. “Just a swig, my boy. Just a swig.”
Mik felt the pretty girl’s eyes on him. Surely she knew no one else was supposed to see that thing. Surely she knew to stick it in her pocket and pretend it didn’t exist.
The girl gave him a last frown, but said no more. By the time he’d wrangled the tonic down from the shelf, she’d gone.
CHAPTER 1
Marra stepped out into the sunlight, and smiled. She seemed to do that a lot here.
She had no idea what the boy in the shop had given her, but then the island held many strange customs. And most had turned out to be very pleasant. When the Trafalcon first docked, necklaces of fresh flowers were tossed over their heads as cooling drinks were pushed into their hands. A sort of laughing welcome.
It was a giving place.
Marra was Brista, Potions Maker to Drail and the Hand of Victory. Less than a year ago, at the age of 15 she had been apprentice to a true potions maker on the Desert Flats. Mistress Britta had died, leaving Marra with her brother who had no skills and few morals. Drail, grandson of a legendary gamesman, had rescued her, after she’d done her best to concoct the Birr Elixir to aid his team.
Now she traveled with him to the Great Continent, and the Skullan city of Missea, where he intended to follow his grandsire’s path and play against the massive Skullan teams. Her biggest worry was letting Drail and his men – Manten, Olver, and Tryst, down in the challenges they would face.
Especially Tryst. The other two had been with Drail the first day she met him, but Tryst had been discovered in a deep, unnatural sleep, in the back of the very shop Marra had worked. Drail had removed him from the brother’s clutches, and Marra had, thanks to her Mistress’s old book, found a brew to wake the man.
Tryst was quite a mystery. He had wanted a means to return to the Great Continent, and had played with the Hand of Victory in their triumph over the famous Port Leet Comet Games. But they really knew no more about him than they’d known when he slept. He was not very forthcoming.
But on a day like today, in a place like this place, it was difficult to have any worries. She strode up the dusty street, savoring the early morning warmth of the oddly soft air. It felt like a warm sweater, caressing the skin. Such a feeling, this humidity, as Tryst had called it. Water actually living in the air.
Drail thought it made the sky too heavy, forcing the body to work harder just to pump the air into the lungs. But she loved the silky feel on her skin, just as she loved all of Mid Isle.
Mid Isle, or Mithridallyn, as the Captain on the Trafalcon called it. No one else could pronounce the name, so they all used the nickname. Even the islanders called it that. From the moment they'd glided round the line of jagged rocks to suddenly see the pretty wharf floating on the sea, Marra had felt her eyes continually widen. Somehow she couldn’t seem to take it all in, nor quite believe all that she did.
It was a small island, as the Captain said. And the islanders, not content with their allotment of solid land, had spilled out onto the sea, constructing platforms and floating buildings, with wooden bridges to connect it all together. It made for a strange world – and Marra loved it.
Having spent all of her life in the desert, the luxury of so much water struck deep in her heart. Such an abundance of the life giving liquid.  Instead of harsh desert dust you could roam fine sandy beaches, with the sea lapping at your toes. Whole taverns drifted upon the water, where you could eat your meal surrounded by sparkling blue ocean. It made her feel rich, somehow.
It seemed positively extravagant.
The Trafalcon had sailed for five full moons to reach the Isle. The Captain claimed it was the long time at sea and not the Island’s attractions that made people fall in love with it. But Marra had enjoyed the voyage, or at least most of it. Confined to such a small space she’d made up her mind to listen and learn. And indeed she had.
She’d learned that the Trafalcon was occasionally borrowed by a Skullan Captain and crew. The Trafalcon’s Trumen Captain and owner made good money on such propositions. In fact, they only traveled now because the Skullan had changed his mind, after contracting for a special cargo.
“Lucky, really,” the Captain had grinned. “His plan was to sail the ship twice as far as a Gold Harbor run.”
“Where would he be going?” Tryst had asked.
The Captain shrugged. “He wouldn’t say. Just suddenly found himself without the promised cargo. He disappeared the next day.”
Tryst had taught Marra about the Great Goose, the name Misseans gave the Desert Crane constellation in the sky. It seemed everyone believed the stars guided one’s destiny. On the Great Continent, they’d simply changed some of the names. Drail spoke of famous Comet games, many of which his grandsire had played. Olver advised them all where to purchase special items in Missea. He’d been born and raised there.
And Manten kept the conversation going by probing questions she’d never have thought to ask.
Mid Isle was an island between the Wavering Continent and the Great Continent, although the Captain assured them it was much closer to latter, and that they’d be in Gold Harbor in just a few weeks. Apparently other islands existed, but Mid Isle was most used by trade ships, as it had a reputation for preparing you for Missea.
“Why do you need to prepare?” she’d asked. Tryst had smiled, but everyone had fallen silent to hear the Captain’s reply.
“Missea is a place of moods,” he'd finally responded, when he’d plucked a pipe from his mouth. “Winds change the sea, and tides of events change Missea. It’s well to know which way the wind is blowing.”
Marra couldn't begin to guess what it meant.
Now she hurried through the deeper part of the town, high on the land. Somehow Drail had found a Comet game, and the Illsmith was for any injuries they might incur.
For how could you be confined to a ship for five moons and not be affected when you played your first game on solid ground?
The field was as nice as any she’d seen outside of Port Leet. As with everything on the island, it had that small town-size with a touch of city sophistication. Good construction, quality details. Such as signs printed with actual letters, indicating the citizens could read.
Marra had walked the entire town just to practice her reading. She’d even purchased a book in a shop to improve her skills. The more she learned, the better she hoped to be at interpreting Mistress Britta’s book of herb recipes for potions, balms, and elixirs.
Reaching the edge of the field, she realized she was late. Marra barely stepped beside Old Merle, Drail’s mentor, before the four comet balls were hurled out onto the field of play. The four teams sprinted into action.
She watched Tryst weave, trying to shake a defender, but the man was tenacious. When Drail charged past, Tryst hurled the ball to him.
Drail launched the comet ball toward the tail, and Marra leapt up to see if it went in.
BOOM!
Tremors shook the ground, people screamed. A giant splash from the water nearby – and Old Merle grabbed Marra’s shoulder. In the stands around them, the crowd blindly ran.
One spectator pushed past the slower man blocking him, who bumped a woman, knocking her to the ground. As she fell she cried out, and the cry acted like a whip of panic over the spectators. The pounding of running feet on the wood decks mingled with screams of pain and fear.
They fled like desert hares, blindlessly leaping without thought. As likely to jump into danger as away.
Old Merle urged her towards the center of the field, and she ran to Drail. It seemed the one place no one else wished to go.
Tryst knew a cannon shot when he heard one. But no answering volley followed, no battle horn blared. He assumed it was some sort of exercise.
The crowd panic startled him. They must not be used to cannons, he realized. And cupped his hands around his mouth.
“Stop!” he shouted. “Don’t run!”
No one seemed to hear him.
Another man on a local team did the same thing, cupping his hands, facing the stands. “Calm down! Please!”
And a third gamesman joined in. “Everyone stop!”
The words slowly rippled out, penetrating one mind, then another. A few people hesitated, a few more slowed. No more shots rang out, aiding the notion that perhaps they were safe. The sheer panic ebbed.
People still hurried away, but they no longer raced headlong in terror. Some paused for others, helping the old, picking up the young, where a moment before they would run over them.
Olver was staring at the other teams, one of which had already disappeared. “I think,” he told them, “the match is off.”
With a glance at another team captain, Drail shrugged and then grinned at Marra. “We’ve already had our elixir,” he mused. “It will be interesting to see the effects off the field.”
“I’m gonna find me a wench…” Manten began as Old Merle joined them. Old Merle had been speaking to the field manager.
“Warships,” he told them. “Just arrived in the harbor, and flying the Missean Flag. No enemy vessels in sight.”
Tryst froze as the others relaxed.
Seeing Marra observing him, he forced a smile, even as his mind flew over the concept. The big Warships did not leave Missea lightly. They were designed precisely for war. Other military vessels traveled for various reasons, to show the flag, escort a high official. Negotiate a treaty.
Never the Warships.
“Ships?” He asked, keeping his voice casual. “As in more than one?”
“Five.”
Tryst would have assumed whoever called it a Warship had no idea what they were talking about – except for the cannon shot. When a Warship approached with any intent other than battle, the cannon was fired to announce its arrival. The tradition was meant to empty its cannon, a gesture of disarm. Of course, with eighty cannons on board, one less loaded gun did not exactly render it defenseless.
In Tryst’s whole lifetime he’d seen perhaps three Warships leave Gold Harbor. As fast as his mind raced, none of the possibilities that occurred to him were good.
Olver dug out Drail’s sunken ball from the comet tail in the center, and wiped it clear. “Five-spot. We got the five,” he announced. “Such runs our luck today - perfect score, and no one left to see.”
Tryst only hoped their ill luck ended there. Whirling, he hopped over a wood rail to climb the comet benches.
To see the ships for himself.
Drail watched Tryst ascend the stands. And sprinted to follow. And reached the top bench beside the man as the first Warship glided towards the pier.
The sheer span of her four masts impressed him, even with the sails already stowed. Skullan tossed something over the side – seemingly another sail – and it dragged through the sea to slow her even more.
And as she slipped past the Trafalcon, which had been the largest ship docked, he gasped aloud. The Trafalcon looked a child beside its mother, its length less than half that of the larger vessel, its height a mere third. Her three masts were as toothpicks compared to the four on the Warship. Like comparing one of little Marra’s fingers against his own.
“I only see one ship,” he murmured. And Tryst nodded out at the sea. Squinting, Drail could just make out a second ship, a good thirty minutes behind the first.
Even as he watched, the high sail arms on the distant ship folded upwards, and then rolled down the mast.
“I don’t understand. Are they attacking?”
“They’ll not fire cannons again,” Tryst replied. But something in his tone showed the man didn’t welcome the arriving vessels.
‘Warships,’ Drail said aloud. He’d heard the word, but really knew nothing about them. Now, seeing them so near, he felt a shiver trickle down his spine. “Is there a war looming some place?”
Tryst’s hands fell from shielding his eyes. “So it would seem.”
The second ship’s gangplank dropped into place as Tryst strode up the floating wharf.
Gangplank was a misleading term, for a Warship’s plank was wide enough that five men could travel abreast. He’d walked them before to board Warships, but had never done so outside of Missea. And never alone.
He wasn’t even sure of the protocol.
Tryst, though no one knew it, was a prince, son of King Bactor, heir to the Skullan throne. Almost a year ago he had awakened on the Desert Flats to find himself surrounded by Trumen – the smaller, weaker, race. A race he usually interacted with as servants.
Not only had they not recognized his face, they hadn’t realized he was Skullan. Well, he was a smaller specimen perhaps. His father had promised he’d grow taller, but now – at the age of twenty-one – he doubted that would happen.
Beyond his size, his hair had grown in the long, unnatural sleep, obscuring the truth of his race from a people that rarely saw his kind.
Now he had a whole ship of Skullan before him, men who took an oath to serve the king. In theory he should be safe and finally out of this wild adventure.
In theory.
In fact, he doubted anyone could recognize him with his long hair and humble Trumen clothes. But he had to try.
Tryst strode to the top of the plank and paused at the three steps down to the Warship’s deck. Waiting for permission to step aboard.
Across the huge wood expanse the Captain spoke with a Lieutenant. Looking up, he stopped speaking. For an instant Tryst imagined himself recognized, as he indeed recognized the Captain.
And then he saw sneer, and realized it was merely contempt at a Trumen daring to approach a Warship. Any thoughts of revealing his identity, of ordering the ship to take him safely home, evaporated.
He forced himself to relax, waiting to see what the Captain would do.
The man turned his back.
The lieutenant gaped. After listening to his Captain’s instructions, he rushed over to Tryst.
“You may not stand there,” the lieutenant said. Firm, but not unfriendly. Tryst felt the true difference in appearing a lowly Trumen as opposed to a Skullan prince.
And equally realized the impossibility of proclaiming his royalty. He might not survive long enough to prove it.
Forcing himself to nod, he turned away. And then couldn’t resist asking, the question. “Where are you heading, Lieutenant?”
The Lieutenant raised his eyebrows.
“Warships do not travel lightly.”
If the Skullan thought it odd that a Trumen on an island knew this, he didn’t say. “We sail for Port Leet,” he said. “Trumen have kidnapped the Prince.”
Ten blinks of the sun later Tryst stood on the deck of the Trafalcon, urging they leave immediately. He had only to point to the Warships to make the others agree.
But the Trafalcon’s Captain, though very much in sympathy, couldn’t set sail for at least twelve hours. “There’s the tide, you see. And the men, and supplies. Aye, we’ll go. But the morning’s tide is the soonest we can do so.”
Drail, standing beside Tryst, smiled. “It may not be that important,” he said. “After all, the Warships haven’t really done any harm.”
Standing at his rail, forty paces from the first Warship, the Captain did not return the smile. “I’ve heard disturbing tales,” he told them softly. “Things changing in Missea, they say. More restrictions for Trumen, more exclusions. More suspicion.”
“Because of the Prince?” Drail asked. And Tryst bit his tongue to keep from uttering foolish things.
The Captain shrugged. “Skullan don’t need excuses for that. Circumstances have been deteriorating for years. But lately it’s accelerated.”
The last of the Warships neared, heading for a berth on the other side of the Trafalcon.
“Never seen one of those outside of Gold Harbor,” the Captain added under his breath. “Ugly thing, ain’t she?”
As the sun fell below the island’s west ridge, Drail set torch to timber. Their campfire blazed.
The Trafalcon had been in harbor three days before the Warships arrived. And while everyone in the Hand had berths in cabins of reasonable comfort, they all chose to sleep here on the hill. Even little Marra, after the first night, had found one of the colorful island sleep-slings and attached it to a tree.
The slings dangled from a sturdy branch, the bright cloth tied to either end of a pole. Marra said it was very comfortable, that the yielding cloth cradled you. But there was a trick to climbing in that eluded him.
Besides, Drail preferred his back pressed to earth. Something about feeling solid land beneath gave comfort. A ship pitching with waves, even in the relative calm of the harbor, got very old.
Tryst licked goose fat from his fingers. “Tonight, I think Passing the Attack.”
He’d been teaching them battle techniques, which had turned out to be very good for gamesmen. Somehow the balance, efficient movement, and discipline all improved one’s comet form. On the Trafalcon they had worked many balance drills, but little else. With the rolling waves little else had seemed possible, although Tryst disputed that. Still, only Marra had been completely unaffected by the sea-illness, and while she watched the drills carefully, she had not participated as Drail expected.
He’d thought she wanted to learn to protect herself. Perhaps the size of the rest of them intimidated her, or maybe she just felt more secure these days. Whatever her reasoning she merely watched, and did not try the moves.
Tryst now faced off with Manten.
“The key is to consider the direction of the attack.” Feet planted square to his teammate, his hands poised between them. “Whether the opponent has a weapon, such as a knife or stick, or just his hands and feet, he will direct a force at you. Men have a tendency to try to meet force with force.
“Instead, slip that energy past you.”
Manten blinked – as confused as Drail felt.
Tryst saw their faces, and frowned. And then pulled Marra to her feet.
“Watch,” he said.
He strode toward Marra threateningly, hands out to grab her. She held her ground, which made Drail smile, even as Tryst shoved her backwards.
“He can defeat a girl,” Olver said. The others chuckled.
Tryst whisked Marra up off her feet, swinging her back to her original spot. He whispered in her ear as he set her down again.
Her eyes grew round.
Again his palms came up; again he purposefully strode toward her. Marra waited till his fingers brushed her shoulders, and suddenly slipped to the side as her hands swept his past her. She’d merely sidestepped his attack.
“Marra cannot hope to out-muscle me. Instead of meeting force to force, she simply slides out of the way, guiding my energy past her. If she does this fast, and at the proper moment, I’ll be beyond her before I see her strategy.”
Olver scoffed, but Drail was on his feet. “Try me.”
And they worked it, over and over. Faster and faster, until no one could lay a hand on another without resorting to more sophisticated technique.
Marra, Drail realized, now watched intently. She never spoke, never asked for another turn. But where before she’d merely observed their drills, she now studied carefully. Very carefully indeed.
Early the next morning, Marra gathered herbs.
After living on the ship for so long, she’d been slow to return to performing the task. But once she’d rolled out of her sling bed and slipped away from camp, she found the task soothing somehow.
She enjoyed the solitude of the early morning, as the wild colors of dawn roasted the sky. For the few hours before breakfast, the world was hers.
She explored the wooded circle – a dip between the tall island hills that brimmed with greenery. Trees exploded with leaves, so many that their branches dipped low with the weight. Grasses and wild bushes sprang up everywhere, some so deeply green that surely they couldn’t survive anywhere but this lush, watery isle. Wild blossoms, huge and vibrant, covered everything, in breathtaking colors of yellow, blue, and bright red. No wonder the desert seemed monotone to outsiders, she realized.
Now if only Marra knew what properties these plants contained.
Long ago Mistress Britta had started a talk about new ingredients. A method for classifying herbs by their taste, by basics of what they did. But that talk was never finished. Marra had no idea what to do. She was perfectly willing to experiment on herself, but she wasn’t ill. And she couldn’t experiment on others.
Regardless, she gathered all the healthy plants. Maybe some idea would occur, or perhaps she’d find something in Britta’s book.
On her way back she heard a branch snap. Marra froze.
A second noise came from the same direction.
Creeping silently through the foliage, she peered past a tree dripping with ivy – and saw Tryst.
He was practicing with the sword he’d won from the Trafalcon’s Captain in a foolish card game. He waved it through the air as he moved in a sort of rapier-dance. First slow, then fast, then slow.
She had watched Tryst perform dances like that – forms, he called them – without weapons in his hand.  Now the slender blade seemed part of him, an extension of his arm, moving with an intricate rhythm. Gliding across the grassy carpet in a clearing in the trees, with the early island mist clinging to his feet, Tryst seemed more a vision than a man.
It was hard to slip away, but Marra felt wrong spying on him. She withdrew back through the ivy.
“Marra.”
She froze, rolling her eyes at herself. And then stuck her head through the green vines.
With the sword tip resting in the grass; Tryst beckoned her. She sighed and emerged into the green clearing.
“Have you come to practice?” he grinned. “I’d intended to work the drills with you today.”
In response she touched the herb sash tied at her waist. Drail and the others would wave her away at this point, but Tryst merely cocked an eyebrow.
“It’s best to pick herbs early in the morning,” she told him. “Before the sun heats everything.”
He held his hand out. She untied the sash, laying it carefully across his palm. He used the same care in setting it on the grass. “Now that you’re here, you can practice Passing the Attack.”
She frowned up at him, suspecting a joke. But his face seemed sincere.
“Why?” she asked.
“I thought you wanted to learn to protect yourself.”
Now she knew he must be joking. “I can make a fist.”
He gestured her to proceed him, obviously expecting her to practice.
“Can a girl protect herself?” she sighed. “From anyone who truly intends to harm her?”
Tryst blinked in surprise – whether surprise at the question itself or that Marra had asked it, she could only guess. But he pondered his answer. “Yes. Perhaps not infallibly. Maybe not against every foe. But she can study and practice techniques. Every skill learned, every ability developed, improves her chances. Adds an arrow to the quiver.”
“I can’t fight men. I can’t floor a drunk at a bar, or stop a Skullan from grabbing me.”
“If you have a bit of anatomy knowledge, a little skill, you can slip away. To run away – not stand and exchange blows.”
Marra suddenly remembered a Skullan long ago, who snatched her up off the street. She’d flailed wildly, struck him below his waist. And when he dropped her she’d fled.
Tryst watched her, waiting. She moved a little away from him, shifting her weight to balance evenly on her feet as he’d taught the others to do.
And she nodded.
The lesson began.
Tryst had not really taught before.
He’d been taught – by some of the finest teachers on all the Great Continent. And while he had instructed Mauric, one of the Prince companions, on a few occasions, it had always been at Jason’s insistence and under his watchful eye. Jason, the Defense Master, had believed that true mastery began when one taught the art.
Drail had learned much from Jason, but then Drail intended to learn. The others had picked up a few things, but seemingly more from Drail’s persistence than from anything he himself did.
Yet here was Marra, so tiny, so fragile, gazing up at him with a readiness. And she understood nothing, he slowly realized. Apparently there were many things males grasped from growing up – how to make a fist, what vulnerable spots to strike. She knew none of these things.
And she had faith, he realized, that he could teach her. That he would teach her. She had – trust.
They worked Passing the Attack over and over, until Marra slipped past him once without his being able to stop her. As he’d let her win several times at that point, she didn’t realize the difference. And he couldn’t tell her without admitting she hadn’t succeeded before.
“That was well done,” he told her. She nodded once, barely acknowledging the praise, and set to do it again. He laughed, and sat. Stretching his legs out on the grass.
After a moment, she joined him.
“Are there other things to learn?” she asked, tying her sash around her waist.
He nodded. “Many. But this is enough for now. You must practice.”
She looked at him, and he saw the thoughts in her eyes. The doubt quickly veiled, doubt of how she could manage to practice. She’d never ask any of them to help her, he realized.
“Find your training in everyday life, Marra. As people approach you on the street, slip past them at the last instant. Watch their movements – be able to predict them.
“When you see Drail and the Hand drill, pretend you’re in drilling with them. Feel yourself there – see your reactions in your mind. Before you sleep at night, imagine it in your head. In a tavern, outside in a crowd, alone in the woods. Conjure up the situation, and let yourself react. See yourself slip past every time.”
“Practice – in my mind?”
He nodded. “It’s almost as good as physical practice.”
She digested this, her expression so serious. Smothering a grin at her reaction, he stretched. His shoulder muscles protested. He rubbed the spot automatically. “I must have pulled it in that drill last night with Manten.”
Marra dug into her cloak pocket, and withdrew two cloth items. “Illsmith,” she told him. As if he’d know what that was. She lay a packet in the grass between them, then weighed the second one in her palm.
“And what do I do with Illsmith?” he asked. She hastily untied the string, smoothing the paper of herbs before him.
“A pinch in your hand,” she told him, and plucked a tiny vial from her pouch.
Eyeing her with a rueful grin, he gingerly took two leaves, and lay them in his palm.
She poured a few drops of oil on top. “Rub vigorously, until it feels hot. Then apply.”
He was very tempted to ask her to rub his shoulder – but teasing her at this point might make her wary of future lessons. And if there was one thing he could do to repay her for waking him up – for probably saving his life – it was this.
Months back, on the Wavering Continent, Tryst had awoke from a drug-induced sleep. Far from home, and surrounded by Drail and the Hand of Victory. Marra, this little half-trained apprentice of potions and elixirs, had managed to find the combination to wake him. Where he’d be now if she hadn’t – if Drail hadn’t plucked him up from a backroom floor – he could only guess.
Now, as he rubbed green mush into his shoulder, he watched her unwrap the second package. It contained a small, intricately bound book.
A book that, it dawned on him, would have been a fit gift for a prince.
“Herb lore?” he asked, watching her face.
Her fingers turned it over. He saw that the pages were edged in gold – with a tiny lock set in them. She tugged, but the book did not open.
Not a book at all, he realized. A clever box, apparently locked. For an instant he wondered what intrigue she was involved in – and then saw, from her widened eyes, that she was more baffled than he.
“Where did you find that?”
Her finger touched the tiny lock, and withdrew as if it burned. Marra then offered it to him.
“The boy in the herb shop gave it to me. He insisted.”
Tryst found it heavier than it looked. And painted with gold. It had to be gold, as gold was one of the forbidden items. It was not allowed to fake gold nor silver in any way.
The top was delicately etched by expert hand with a glowing image of a dark horse poised atop a cliff. Individual strands composed the mane, some lighter than others, and the stallion’s eyes blazed with emotion. A raw sort of power.
This was no simple gift.
“Do you have the key?”
She shook her head, and shivered.
He tried pressing the lock – but it refused to yield. The narrow slit had rough bumps, awaiting some sort of key.
A Messenger Box. In the Palace, such boxes were used to deliver letters or small items to nobles far away. The boxes themselves were impervious to tampering. If the box was delivered whole, the receiver could be certain the contents within had not been disclosed.
He studied Marra’s face – but she was genuinely startled.
“This,” Tryst told her, “is a very expensive box. Few could afford such a thing.”
“Those of Agben could.”
At her words he noticed a mark on the centered on the back. It was indeed the mark of Agben.
“The Herb Shop?” he asked. She calmly nodded.
But when she looked up, he saw the fear in her eyes.
“The boy probably thinks you’re Agben. It’s nothing to worry about.” Unless Agben preferred to keep their communications quiet, of course. But Tryst wouldn’t mention that.
“You can simply deliver it to the School when we get to Missea. Might make an welcome introduction.”
She met his gaze then, and he saw she wasn’t fooled. She knew very well Agben might not welcome an unknown girl having stumbled upon a messenger box.
Truth was, the King’s own boxes were on a par with this – some of them not as cunningly crafted. Whoever waited on this message was very wealthy, or very powerful.
Trust rewrapped the cloth, and placed it in her hand. “You can always sneak it back to the boy, tell him he made a mistake. Just don’t let anyone see you do it.”
He stood, and flexed his shoulder, surprised to find it already easing. With an acknowledging grin, he reached a hand to help her up. “Shall we see if breakfast is ready?”
She hesitated, as always, before touching him. Then her hand grasped his, and he pulled her to her feet.
Dignity, the thought flashed through his mind. She had a careful dignity, probably hard won and definitely precious to her. He knew the bare bones of her life, but nothing more. Marra always answered direct questions, but she never elaborated.
As she moved up the hill ahead of him, and he watched the curves beneath her skirt, he realized where his thoughts were going and stopped them. Dalliance with a prince was supposed to confer an honor. But then she didn’t know who he was.
And, he admitted with a wry grin, he strongly suspected it wouldn’t make any difference if she did.

 Marra slipped the messenger box in her pocket when she saw the camp activity.
It was still early, and she hadn’t expected everyone to be awake. But Olver rolled bedrolls and Manten shoved cooking pots into the bag as Drail untied her sling bed from the tree.
He greeted them with relief.
“The Trafalcon leaves as soon as we get there. Sooner, if we’re not fast enough.”
“Did something happen?” Tryst came up behind her.
Drail nodded. “There’s talk of a tally today. A Trumen tally.”
“Tally?” Marra didn’t understand. “As in count?”
“That’s the guess,” Drail rolled the sling cloth around the pole, and stuffed the end in the cooking bag. “The Captain doesn’t choose to wait around to find out.”
Olver and Manten lifted bags to their shoulders, and strode off. She and Tryst hurriedly stuffed their own items away, and followed Drail to the docks.
The next time Marra would remember the messenger box they were out at sea.


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Interview with JR Holbrook, author of Next O&W Train from Tennesse


ABOUT NEXT O&W TRAIN FROM TENNESSEE


Title: Next O&W Train from Tennessee
Genre: Historical Fiction
Author: JR Holbrook
Publisher: Xlibris
EBook: 123 pages
Release Date: March 30, 2012
ISBN: 978-1-46918-802-7 

James Holbrook is the great-great-grandson of Nancy Moody. Nancy Moody was the daughter of Charlot Moody and Johnathon Moody-Johnathon Moody was killed in the Civil War-Nancy Moody being the mother of Armeldia Moody and the grandmother of Raymond Wright, Selby Wright, Clara, Cora, and Edith. This is the second short story of James Holbrook, who also published Making Sense in 2011. James graduated from Sullivan University in 2008 with honors and decided to try the option of writing some short stories and children's books. What James likes most about writing is creative expression.  

Can you please tell us about your book and why you wrote it?

From the eyes of people who saw society change during the early part of the twentieth century. A remembrance and insight of the past of common people.

What were some of the biggest challenges you faced writing it?

A central viewpoint.

Do you plan subsequent books?

Not on this subject.

When and why did you begin writing?

To prove that I could.

What is your greatest strength as an author?

Persistence.

Did writing this book teach you anything?

Some things are unexpected.

Xlibris

ABOUT JR HOLBROOK

 JR Holbrook has traveled to many places in his life and lived in more than just a few places over nearly fi fty years. While in Hawaii, he had many wonderful experiences, and some of these are in his book. He has been to the Grand Canyon, and saw eagles and condors fl y over its enormously high cliffs. When he traveled to Punta Cana and Costa Rica with college students, he had a great learning experience. He was amazed as he watched the water fall over the edge of Niagara Falls. He also enjoys writing and has studied it through the many years while being in college. He has served as a security offi cer for many years and has an interest in legal issues. Most of his family members from his father's side who lived in Prestonsburg, Kentucky, were medical doctors, and this is also in his book.  

In the Spotlight: When Shmack Happens by Amber Neben


Title: When Shmack Happens: The Making of a Spiritual Champion
Author: Amber Neben
Genre: Christian nonfiction/inspirational stories/sports autobiography
Paperback: 172 pages
Publisher: Neben Px4 (March 18, 2014)
ISBN-10: 0991303008
ISBN-13: 978-0991303007

Purchase at:
Amazon USA: http://www.amazon.com/When-Shmack-Happens-Spiritual-Champion/dp/0991303008/
Book website: www.whenshmackhappens.com
Amazon UK and Amazon EU

Have you ever been through a hard time in life? Ever wondered why bad things happen? Amber Neben has you covered. The 2x Olympic cyclist for Team USA knows a thing or two about shmack- her word for describing adversity that comes our way in life. Follow Amber’s journey as she overcomes major obstacles both on and off the bike-and encourages you to join her in developing the perseverance, patience, perspective, and power than only Christ can give us. Very few people may know or understand what road cycling is, but everyone knows what it means to be an Olympian. The champion road cyclist chronicles her disappointments and failures, as well as amazing comebacks and victories-while thrilling audiences along the way with gripping stories of faith and hope. After reading When Shmack Happens, you’ll feel equipped and encouraged to face life’s tough moments, and find yourself cheering for Amber to get back on the bike…one more time. Learn what it means to be a spiritual champion in God’s eyes.

Excerpt:

From Chapter 10

Fear gripped me as I skidded to a stop against the guardrail and looked up at the entire peloton riding toward my head. Another rider had just slid into my front wheel, causing it to turn violently sideways, ripping the handlebars out of my hands, and instantly halting the bike’s forward momentum. Since my body was still carrying the 30-plus mph speed and energy, I launched with my arms out like superman until I hit the pavement. Hard. The combination of the friction of my body on the road followed by the impact with the guardrail spun me around, so I could see what was coming at me. For a few seconds more, I was terrified of being run over until the peloton had passed.

After this immediate danger was gone, I realized my finger was screaming at me. I hadn’t initially noticed it, but now it hurt like nothing I had ever felt. Fear grabbed me again as I connected the pain with the blood and the massive gash on it. I thought for sure I was going to lose the tip of it if I didn’t get help fast.

I had no idea what had just occurred. We had crested a climb and started an easy downhill. I was still up front on the outside of the group. The corner was sweeping to the left, and I was looking far down the road…when suddenly I was tossed. It wasn’t until later that night that the rider who was behind me explained what had happened, and why I had no chance to react or had any sense that it was coming.

I was in the middle of the 2009 racing season, coming off of the World Championship win the previous year. Only two days prior, I had won the time trial stage in this race, the women’s Giro d’Italia. The win had catapulted me into the General Classification (GC) lead, and although I had cramped the next day and lost it, I was still close enough to fight back. There were enough hill-top finishes remaining, and I wasn’t planning on giving up the race so easily. However, in an instant, everything changed. I went from being in contention, to being bloodied on the side of an Italian road in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the race ambulance and a doctor.

Amber Neben is a decorated international road cyclist with victories in 11 countries and multiple UCI Category 1 stage race wins. She is a 2x Olympian, 2x World Champion, 2x Pan American Champion and 2x National Champion. She holds a B.S. from The University of Nebraska and an M.S. from UC Irvine. Amber and her husband, Jason, reside in Lake Forest, CA. For information on speaking engagements or coaching visit amberneben.com.






Monday, July 21, 2014

Interview with Catherine Hemmerling and Joan Avery, authors of Tempting Her Reluctant Viscount and Love's Justice - Win Prizes!

 
Title: Tempting Her Reluctant Viscount
Author: Catherine Hemmerling
Publisher: Entangled Scandalous
Pages: 225
Genre: Historical Romance
Format: Ebook

 A pretend courtship…a real scandal

 London 1814 Hope Stuckeley has lusted after the handsome and charismatic Michael Ashmore, the Viscount Lichfield, for ages—never mind that she’s never actually spoken to him. When the two join forces to investigate a London stock market scandal, pretending he is courting her gives her the chance to prove she’s more than the bookworm he takes her for. After years of service as a soldier and newly titled as a viscount, actual marriage and settling down are the last things on confirmed bachelor Michael’s mind. But when their investigation puts the delectable Hope in danger, discovering the truth about the scandal could jeopardize the future he didn’t know he wanted.

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Q: Welcome to The Writer's Life, Catherine Hemmerling.  Can you tell us a little bit about yourself and how long you’ve been writing?

A: Well, I have only recently become a published author, but I have been a writer for over 20 years. I was a technical writer for many of the largest software companies over the years and while I enjoyed it and was very gratified by my career, I always had the dream of becoming a fiction writer nagging at me. It is nice to have silenced that voice. It was becoming annoying.

Q: Can you please tell us about your book and why you wrote it?

A: This book is the third in a series of romantic mysteries. All the books in the series are based on an actual historic event that happens in England during the Regency period. This book is centered around the Du Bourg hoax. A stock market scam which netted the perpetrators over one million pounds. The main heroine (Hope) and the hero (Michael) work together to solve the crime and mix a little romance in with the intrigue. I wrote this series to explore how women in a time period not conducive to personal exploration could have found a way to become more than what they seemed. Hope is the perfect example of this. She was born with an uncanny way with numbers. In a day and age where that skill would have been relegated to just household accounts, I have created a world in which she can do so much more.

Q: What were some of the biggest challenges you faced writing it?

A: Staying true to the time period, even while trying to break Hope out of her proper shell. So much of her growing had to be internal, because her outward actions had to remain true to the age in which she lived or she could have been deemed “ruined” and “unmarriageable”. It was a fun little puzzle. Hopefully I pulled it off.

Q: Do you have a press kit and what do you include in it?  Does this press kit appear online and, if so, can you provide a link to where we can see it?

A: I don’t have a press kit. But it has come up twice now with this release (but not with my previous two), so I need to seriously look into creating one. My website (catherinehemmerling.com) has my information, my blog, and my upcoming events page. You can also read excerpts of all my currently released books. That’s the best I can do for now. ;o)

Q: Have you either spoken to groups of people about your book or appeared on radio or TV?  What are your upcoming plans for doing so?

A: Aside from the blog tours and interviews like this, I haven’t had any public appearances. My books are strictly e-books, so a book signing is difficult. However, I have printed publicity postcards that I can sign at an event. I am hoping to set some appearances up in the next few months. I also have been asked to turn one of my books into a play for a local theater. I cannot wait!

Q: Do you have an agent and, if so, would you mind sharing who he/is is?  If not, have you ever had an agent or do you even feel it’s necessary to have one?

A: I do have an agent, Kathryn Green. She is amazing and I don’t think I would be published now if not for her. I highly recommend getting an agent. These days, it is difficult to get your book in front of a publisher without representation. Check out the current Guide to Literary Agents. It is a great resource!

Q: Did you, your agent or publisher prepare a media blitz before the book came out and would you like to tell us about it?

A: We blitz the media the day the book officially releases and for a month afterward. You can visit Pump Up Your Books to see more information on my publicity tour. Or you can visit my website under Tour Events.

Q: Do you plan subsequent books?

A: Yes, I have a contract for five books in total. So there are at least two more on the way. I hope to get the series extended even further. Fingers crossed!
  
Q: Thank you for your interview, catherine.  Would you like to tell my readers where they can find you on the web and how everyone can buy your book?

A: The best place to find me is on Facebook or on my own website. You can find my book on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and most anywhere e-books are sold. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them!

Catherine Hemmerling has spent most of her career as a technical writer in the software industry, but in the last few years has realized her dream of becoming a novelist. Every day she pinches herself to make sure her new life is real. Living with her family in the hills of southern California, Ms. Hemmerling spends her days devising plot twists, agonizing over titles, and making a lot of new imaginary friends; and loves it.
Her latest book is the historical romance, Tempting the Reluctant Viscount. For More Information
 
Title: Love's Justice
Author: Joan Avery
Publisher: Entangled Scandalous
Pages: 215
Genre: Historical Romance
Format: Ebook

He holds her fate in his hands… London, 1879

American heiress, Victoria Wentworth has spent her life blithely ignoring her father’s wishes…until he enters her into an unwanted marriage contract with a despicable man. She has two choices: marry the bounder or fight the archaic English laws in court. Her only hope is Hugh Worth, the Earl Montgomery and Lord Chancellor of the Exchequer: her judge and jury. Society paints him as stern and subdued, yet fair. Society didn’t warn her that beneath his somber façade beats a passionate heart and soul. Hugh finds himself irresistibly, inexplicably, drawn to the spirited American, despite himself and his better judgment. As the inconvenient heiress takes on the fight against the very foundation of his life and career, another battle wages in his once cold heart. Everything about her is inappropriate, illogical, and unexpected. Yet, she is a woman he could admire. A woman of intelligence and beliefs that challenge the existing world. But she is forbidden.

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Q: Welcome to The Writer's Life, Joan Avery.  Can you tell us a little bit about yourself and how long you’ve been writing?

A: Years ago, after I finished college, I applied for a job in the mailroom of a major advertising agency.  The personnel director suggested I was over-qualified for the job and suggested a secretarial position instead.  I had worked as a secretary during college and was quite frankly, terrible at it. I replied that I didn’t want a secretarial positon and that the mailroom was a better place if I wanted to be promoted into a position that I might be good at. I guess I impressed her enough to get a position as a trainee in the broadcast department. The first woman to do so. I spent the next fifteen years working my way up until I was a writer/producer of TV and Radio commercials for national advertisers. When I made the decision to leave advertising to stay home with my children, I sought a new creative outlet.  Amidst crying babies and diaper changing I had found pleasure in historical romances.  In a famous ‘I can write one of these’ moments I started to write one.  While I never sold the first one, I did get some encouragement from an agent and sold the second one I wrote to Harper Collins over 30 years ago now.

Q: Can you please tell us about your book and why you wrote it?

A: I wanted to set a book in England as part of a trilogy about three English brothers who marry three American women.  Victorian England was in the throes of dealing with the rights of women in society, which is an issue very close to my heart.  At the time women, once they married, lost all their wealth and property to their husbands.  The women had no legal standing to prevent this.  While this seems archaic to us today it had the backing of Queen Victoria herself.  For a wealthy American woman of that time it was almost impossible to accept. This is the dilemma my heroine faces.   


Q: What were some of the biggest challenges you faced writing it?

A: Keeping it as historically accurate as possible.  There are a lot of real people in the book (Mark Twain for example) and I was particularly concerned that I represent them and their views correctly.

Q: Do you have a press kit and what do you include in it?  Does this press kit appear online and, if so, can you provide a link to where we can see it?

A: I’m sorry I have no press kit.

Q: Have you either spoken to groups of people about your book or appeared on radio or TV?  What are your upcoming plans for doing so?

A: While I have done so in the past, with this book I have no plans to do this.

Q: Do you have an agent and, if so, would you mind sharing who he/is is?  If not, have you ever had an agent or do you even feel it’s necessary to have one?

A:  Yes, I have had a very supportive agent for several years now.  Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency, LLC

Q: Did you, your agent or publisher prepare a media blitz before the book came out and would you like to tell us about it?

A:  My publisher, Entangled, is very savvy on marketing and I always follow their lead on such things.

Q: Do you plan subsequent books?

A:  Yes, the third book of the trilogy will be out in November.

  
Q: Thank you for your interview, joan.  Would you like to tell my readers where they can find you on the web and how everyone can buy your book?

A:  Sure, it’s been my pleasure.  My website is joanavery.com and the book is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble websites. 
Joan Avery was an award-winning writer/producer at a major national advertising agency for over fifteen years before she retired to raise a family and write. Joan has been blessed with a daughter, two sons and two stepsons. She and her husband now have five grandchildren. Although she has lived in the Detroit area her entire life she has traveled extensively for both work and leisure. She and her husband, an attorney, have visited many fascinating parts of the world. Joan feels her travels enrich her writing. THE WORTH BROTHERS TRILOGY takes place in three of her favorite places.
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