In The Game of Waiting, No One Wins

I’ve had about five different posts planned over the course  of the past week and a half and have yet to post a single one. It’s my own fault really, I’m sitting here waiting for my feedback on the revisions and seeing how badly I messed things up- yeah, I know this sounds pessimistic as hell, but at the same time it might be realistic that while fixing some of the problems I actually created more. So admittedly nerves are high and it’s hard to come up with a coherent post to actually finish, I actually dread revisions on what I wrote fresh this week because I imagine it’s a mess.

Speaking of writing- here’s a peek on what to expect down the road.

-Darkness’s Fury- Closing in on the last little bit of the current draft and after about another week of resting from any revising, I’ll be starting that so I can actually show it to Beta’s and have it make a bit more sense. Still planning on a Fall 2014 release.

-Birthrights Secrets Novella (currently untitled) This will hopefully soon follow Darkness’s Fury and has been partly written and mostly plotted out with the major points. I”m a pantser school of writer, so some stuff is always left to where the story takes me. Expect this to follow Darkness’s Fury as Kakri followed Vengeance of Segennya.

-Follow up to Darkness’s Fury (full length and currently untitled)– Has had basic plot line made up, but details will be somewhat at the mercy of the final version of events in the untitled Novella and the remaining unwritten portions of Darkness’s Fury. Rough estimate for release is 2015 sometime.

Hybrid Novel Series- currently partly written it combines a bit of space adventure involving pirates that have magic-like abilities, who, while having their own share of normal misadventures while on jobs, have much larger problems that keep chasing them. That’s all I can honestly say right now- vaguest novel description I know and I apologize, but honestly, it’s still in overall early stages so hard to pick through what I have developed right now since it will give too much away. (Besides, summaries are among the worst things to come up with that aren’t super vague.) Expect this one also sometime in 2015 too.

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Author Spotlight: Meet Elizabeth Los!

In this week’s spotlight, it’s my extreme pleasure to introduce the author, Elizabeth Los!

ELosBnW      SotR cover

Feel free to include an author photo (appropriate!) as well as a photo of your latest book cover.

1) Tell us a little bit about yourself.
I’m a cancer registrar by day and a writer by night, plus a wife and mother full time.

2) Where can we find you on the internet?
My blog:

3) Why did you chose the genre you write in and how would you describe your writing style?
A friend challenged me to write a story where the villain was actually the hero. For me, it just made sense to keep him in the world of fantasy.

4) Tell us about your latest book.
Second on the Right is the story of a man who has everything taken from him. Hell bent on revenge, the reader will see him change from the man he once was to a man whose name strikes fear (or delight) into the hearts of all who hear it: Captain Hook.
5) If you could live in any world from a book or movie which would it be and why?
I couldn’t pick just one. I see fun in a lot of worlds, such as Middle-earth, Doctor Who universe, Victorian period with Sherlock HolmesI could go on and on, but I’ll spare you.
6) What was your favorite book growing up?
The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, though I’ve enjoyed all of the Sherlock Holmes stories. More recently, it’s been Relic by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. If you enjoy a good monster movie, you probably would enjoy Relic.
7) The infamous question- what advice would you give to any aspiring and new authors out there?
Before putting your name and work out there, make absolutely sure it is of the highest quality possible. Don’t just rely on family and friends to help. Seek out professional editors. Try not to be in a rush to publish.
8) What are your preferred method to use while writing and environment?
I’ve written in all types of settings: local coffee shop, doctor’s office waiting room, lobby at the auto shop, while camping, sitting on the beach and at home. I use music to help focus on the story.
9)What are your favorite games (tabletop and/or video)? If you’re not too much into gaming (even monopoly counts!) what are your other hobbies?
I used to play City of Heroes before it was cancelled. That was a fun game. I’ve been known to play board games (Monopoly) and card games (Munchkin!). I’ve enjoyed playing Disney’s Infinity, but only when using Davy Jones or Hector Barbossa. 😉
10) What can we look forward from you in the future?
I’m working on a series of paranormal mysteries novels that I hope to release in the next few years.

Thanks again Elizabeth for taking the time to answer my questions!
Second on the Right is available on:
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5-30 Author Spotlight- Introducing Brian Woods

For this week’s spotlight it’s my pleasure to introduce fantasy author, Brian Woods!
1) Tell us a little bit about yourself.
I am a computer programmer during the day who weaves works of fiction at night. My dual life allows me to earn a decent living but still put my heart and soul into my dream.
2) Where can we find you on the internet?
3) Why did you chose the genre you write in and how would you describe your writing style?
I decided on Fantasy because I enjoy reading it the most. I dabble in other genres here and there just to get a feel for what else is out there. Variety is the spice of life.
4) Tell us about your latest book.
With so many going at the moment, I guess I will tell you about the latest released. A Werecat’s Journal: First Life is the beginning of a nine part series about a Werecat in the southern states. It follows all 9 of his lives as a cat. It is a paranormal mystery / urban fantasy that has received all good reviews at the moment. It’s a quick read, easy to follow, and a great series by myself and Roy C. Booth.
5) If you could live in any world from a book or movie which would it be and why?
Arrakis, Dune, the desert planet. A man is judged by his deeds and intentions.
6) What was your favorite book growing up?
The Pern series as well as the Dune series. Hard to pick just one book, or just one series. I do enjoy reading and have read quite a few books in my short years.
7) The infamous question- what advice would you give to any aspiring and new authors out there?
Don’t be in a hurry… for anything.
8) What are your preferred method to use while writing and environment?
I like it quiet and comfortable. A library with nice chairs, a small coffee shop, at home with no kids, whatever I can find to give me privacy, peace, and quiet.
9)What are your favorite games (tabletop and/or video)? If you’re not too much into gaming (even monopoly counts!) what are your other hobbies?
I still play Ultima Online occasionally. The free server, , is where I spend my gaming time on PC. I also play D&D board games when I get groups together. And I am a sucker for No Limit Texas Hold’em
10) What can we look forward from you in the future?
Now that is quite a long list. I have 14 current projects that are either in edit, 2nd draft, or waiting to be published. On top of that, I have 27 more projects that have been outlined, rough drafted, or started into production. I am working with 3 co-writers at the moment: Roy C. Booth, Jesse Duckworth, and Taylor Woods. Of course Second Life (A Werecat’s Journal), Chords of Charis (A Song Matron Novel), The Valkron Saga, and Points are on the list to release in the near future.
Thanks Brian for answering my questions!

Out of the Box

This week/weekend has been the busiest I’ve been in a  long time. In a separate post I’ll share some of the moments of the week, but right now what’s on my mind is what took place over this past weekend. First thing is first, which is really odd to me is when I was introduced at the wedding and other family events as my mother in law’s writer daughter promptly followed by the fact I do have books published for sale. Why is this odd you ask? Well, I don’t even introduce myself as an author yet, because I only have a couple books (and right now until revisions are done only one) out and to be honest in some circles of my family/friends  its kinda an odd topic and one that boils down to how much money, if any, are you making? I’ve basically decided to play it safe and if it comes up in conversation fine, but  I won’t initiate because it will either get brushed off or will somehow take a ride to where I don’t want it to, like money, and  sometimes, all the time , it’s simply too hard for me to gush about my own stuff. Never though has that been my introduction by anyone really, so it left me feeling a lot flattered and little bit just bewildered that it happened. I supposed that is the way of things though, despite in my case my writing at times being the thing swept under the rug in the corner until it become that thing we vaguely talk about by some and is absolutely loved by others. Having experienced both this weekend made me realize how that line is actually divided, those that ask about the books and those that ignore their existence because of whatever reason.

Let’s get this out of the way for the second part of this post – I’ve come to LOATHE my natural hair color over the years, which is a golden brown (which I like) during the summer if I’m out in the sun a lot and a really dull brown in the winter. So, since my parents gave me permission to experiment with hair dye I’ve pretty much stayed away from it. My husband and we’ve been together almost 7 1/2 years now has actually never seen my hair entirely natural. Now keep in mind, I don’t change colors too much, I’ve pretty much stayed red, though I did a stint at dark brown and have experimented with dark brown/ black and red highlights etc. and I often go a long time between refreshes unless I’m feeling rather uptight about how much root is showing for some reason.  So fast forward to a few months ago when the husband tried to convince me to go rainbow, I flat out said I’m not that brave, but I’d try a solid odd color, which led to us dying my hair purple. Spurred on by the success of that I decided to branch out even more after letting the purple fade away and go teal, which turned out to be more a turquoise, I point you in the direction of my instagram for a pic of it. Like my books the reactions were polar opposite about it, compliments one day and “what the hell?”/ “That better wash out!” moments the next.  Ignoring the fact that it is blue, and that alone might not to be some people’s tastes- which admittedly I might have hit a vein of on the second day and since most just commented on it being blue and not your typical blonde, brown and red, my honest thought as to why.

Still, I wonder why, since the initial shock wears off after a few, why such things remain when you don’t take the same path as others, and becomes a silly thing to be shoved away or just a sticking point that can’t be gotten over. Maybe its nature more than anything since some hurdles can’t be crossed because distaste for things are so great. It makes me sad though, even knowing that it will never meet everyone’s tastes, that something I do as a form of expression could be met with that much hate that is a wall an can never progress to a point of “hey- I don’t like the color myself, but it looks good on you!”  To me that last part is the key- if people can get that way with any problem there would be so much less just shit out there and what I was trying to say in a very rambling way in the first place. As far as my story, will I still go wild with colors? Like I told them when someone demanded the next time I see them, I have natural hair again- “We’ll see if I feel like it- I make no promises since its pretty much what I feel like.

Okay lovely peeps on a book related front there will be a giveaway posted on the Facebook page and if you have/favor Google Plus, I’ll throw it up on the community I made over there too.  As a heads up it’s easier for non-rafflecopter giveaways to do them there so get on either avenue at some point. The prize for this giveaway? A couple ARC copies of the new version of Vengeance of Segennya! Stay tuned!

Author Spotlight 5/24*- Meet Nadine Keels!

First a huge apology to Nadine for being late in posting this spotlight, helping people move this past week and having to get up after three hours of sleep wasn’t a good combo yesterday. Without further ado it is my pleasure to introduce author Nadine Keels!

Nadine C. Keels      Movement Trio

1) Tell us a little bit about yourself.

I’m Nadine, a lifelong bookworm-turned-author with a particular passion for fiction. I’m becoming as much of a film lover as I am a book lover—it all stems from my love of storytelling. When I was thirteen, reading a novel saved my life (John Nielson Had a Daughter by Ruth Livingston Hill), and I now write to help people: to bring hope, to change minds, to expand imagination, to provide entertainment, and to save lives, all of which other authors’ books have done for me.

2) Where can we find you on the internet?

My website is Prismatic Prospects, I’m also on Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube.


3) Why did you choose the genre you write in and how would you describe your writing style?

As far as fiction goes, my favorite books tend to have romance in them, even if they’re not strictly in the romance novel genre, so writing books with romance (or love stories) in them is a natural, even inevitable, choice for me. As far as my writing style, I’m a poet and a lover of words. We live in a media-driven culture of quick sound bites and 140-character limitations, and I believe there should always be books where readers can delve into the depth and height and breadth of language. Sometimes taking the scenic route and enjoying the ride in literature is a great way to paint a compelling, lasting picture for reading audiences and thinkers, something I find and appreciate in much of the classic literature I read—something I don’t want our society to lose. I don’t yet have the command of language I’d like to have one day, but I’m working on it, and my writing reflects my love of words: concise with license.

4) Tell us about your latest book.

The Movement of Crowns is a novella series of royalty, romance, war, and hope, set in the fictional kingdoms of Diachona and Munda. The three books center on an indomitable princess, a beautiful prankster, and a young, untried ruler of a powerful Realm: three people whose destinies are entwined. An epic journey awaits each of them, after which they’ll never be the same.

5) If you could live in any world from a book or movie which would it be and why?

I can’t say I’d want to live in any world besides the one I live in now, but I’d like to visit the world of Anne of Green Gables on Prince Edward Island to see some of that splendid nature L.M. Montgomery does a magnificent job of describing in her books.

6) What was your favorite book growing up?

My favorite book for much of my childhood was Ramona the Pest by Beverly Cleary. Even as a “pest,” Ramona is so relatable!

7) The infamous question- what advice would you give to any aspiring and new authors out there?

My main piece of advice that I repeat for any writer is simple: know the specific reason(s) why you, the individual, write, so that you’re writing (and living) on purpose. Be able to clearly articulate your purpose for writing to yourself and to other people. Whenever you experience discouragement anywhere in your writing, publishing, or book business process, you can revisit the reason(s) why you write, which will motivate you to keep on doing what you’re doing, and to do it well.

8) What are your preferred method to use while writing and environment?

Quiet room indoors, sitting at my laptop. If it’s sunny outside, I prefer to sit where fresh air and lots of sunlight can come in, but I don’t necessarily want to go outside while I’m writing. Too many pleasant distractions out there.

9) What are your favorite games (tabletop and/or video)? If you’re not too much into gaming (even monopoly counts!) what are your other hobbies?

My favorite board games are Monopoly and Pay Day—but only when Monopoly is played by the House Rules my family used when I was growing up, and only if the Pay Day game is the nice, homey, old-fashioned version that came out in 1975.

10) What can we look forward to from you in the future?

My plan: more inspiring fiction with romance until I’ve written all such books I can write! I’m currently trying my hand at a Chick Lit title. We’ll see how it goes.

Thanks again Nadine for taking the time and answering my questions.

Author Spotlight 5/16 – Meet Thelonious Legend!

It’s my pleasure this week to introduce scifi/fantasy author, Thelonious Legend!

1) Tell us a little bit about yourself.

I guess you can say it’s hard to pigeon hole me.  I enjoy rock climbing, boxing, fishing, chess, MMA and of course reading.  I am a certified personal trainer but my day job is managing a software team(I use to be developer).  Most of my off-hours are devoted to taking my daughters to band practice, orchestra practice, tennis, track, and basketball.  When I do get some free time I love movies especially independent art house film.

2) Where can we find you on the internet?

I’m all over the Internet!  Below are my links…


3) Why did you chose the genre you write in and how would you describe your writing style?

I’ve always been a fan of fantasy and sci-fi and as luck would have it so are my daughters. But unfortunately there not a lot of heroes/protagonist that look like my daughters so I thought it would be fun write a book where the hero resembles my girls.

4) Tell us about your latest book.

Well to summarize I guess you can call it a girl empowerment novel for tweens and teens, and adults. It follows the antics of three sisters in what I hope is a humorous way as they attempt to fix what ails them.

5) If you could live in any world from a book or movie which would it be and why?

Not sure.  I guess it might be Harry Potter’s world.  JK Rowling did such a great job of world building it’s hard not to envision yourself skipping classes at Hogwarts.  And I think I would absolutely kill it at quidditch!

6) What was your favorite book growing up?

I have to say the Wizard of Earth Sea.  And I still love that book

7) The infamous question- what advice would you give to any aspiring and new authors out there?

Don’t wait!

8) What are your preferred method to use while writing and environment?


9)What are your favorite games (tabletop and/or video)? If you’re not too much into gaming (even monopoly counts!) what are your other hobbies?

I don’t play video games. I got in trouble while in college and have been cold turkey ever since.  I guess my three favorite board games are chess, risk, and monopoly.

10) What can we look forward from you in the future?

More zany adventures of the Parker Sisters!

Thanks again for taking the time to answer my questions Theonious!


Kicking off Friday in Style

Here’s a Friday treat for you all, the first chapter from the revisions of Vengeance- this chapter is not finalized since I still have it going through a reader or two before it becomes released to the world. I’m still waiting for both my own satisfaction and another pair of eyes I have looking at a few spots before I send it off to said readers.  Keep an eye out for an ARC giveaway of the new version soon though! Details will be announced on various forms of social media.

So without further ado I present Vengeance- Improved Chapter 1:

Some months ago             

Life before Ravenwood started to burn couldn’t have been more different. Instead of battles against larger forces she faced enemies of her Lower Quarter Lord. They were usually suspected of being guilty of plotting or had committed treason against him somehow. Her largest worries were when her next job came, though she never had to wait too long. Lower Quarter offered her plenty of opportunities to work under her Lord, even if it was simply a tax collection or something equally mundane. Ravenwood left them alone since they were more focused on their desires, goals and whatever internal conflicts were happening before to police the other part of the city.

She had seen much during her life. She had seen their lack of care and controlling fear spread like fire and poison through the streets, choking out much of the goodwill and security. Eventually, it reached where many—like herself—left the city entirely. No longer was anyone able to get by beyond crumbs and fear over what would happen the next time was constant. That was, until havens like Lower Quarter rose up. After that she had met Lord Durj and his sister Cat and found a sense of normal with them that she had longed for so long to find. In time they became a family of a kind and he gave her the means to live and not simply exist with her skills. As such, Liz had no mercy for the plotters and committers of treason—guilty or not. They were in a similar situation to her enjoying an easier life because of the Lord they served. Not to say there weren’t plenty of offers for her, many jumped at a chance to give her one any chance they got, most offering a lot better pay. She turned a blind eye to these because serving Lord Durj alone and making his enemies pay with blood was all she desired.

A job was what had her out today, trudging through the sooty slush in the streets since winter’s grip had yet to disappear entirely. Daylight had started to fade, turning steel-gray sky into slate with clouds churning as the wind picked up. Pulling the hood of her tattered cloak she passed a vegetable stand closing for the night. The proprietor gave her a slight smile as she passed; she returned the gesture, hoping he had a good business day even after Lord Durj’s cut of the profit. The tax was one of the many things that strained her little family, Cat was often furious Liz saw nothing of it and that her brother took it at all. The main reason for this was of her stance on how Lord Durj deserved nothing of his position since he treated his citizens as if they were nothing and just took from them. Instead—according to Cat anyway—these things should have gone to Liz, who did all the work in her eyes.

The market itself was just as run down as the rest of Lower Quarter. If you were fortunate enough to be set up in a building it was on the verge of crumbling around you. Similarly, if you managed to secure a stand it was tattered. Each one tended to lean on newer supports that looked just as bad the old ones and that they could be blown down in a decent breeze. Most shops barely made any profits and only sold the basics, though there were a couple of blacksmiths and leatherworkers for the needs of the Lords and their people. Dodging around a group of people crowded around a fire in a metal bucket, she was pulled out of her musings by her boot hitting a large stone. As she twisted to avoid tripping over the crowd, she scooped it up, put it in a pocket and shouted apologies over her shoulder. Picking up her pace, she wove through the maze of back alleyways to ensure she was there on time. It wouldn’t be good to have her task waiting for her and risk running into unwelcome spectators.

Liz climbed a broken down staircase to the roof of a building. What remained of it wasn’t that tall, but it was perfect since it overlooked a hole in the wall of its neighbor. From this vantage Liz could tell when and exactly how she needed to strike. She highly doubted her target would be alone as he was Durj’s third in command. He usually traveled with a few trusted bodyguards and they were just as guilty with knowing what was going on here. The wind picked up, blowing Liz’s hood off and allowing her bronzy brown hair to blow about her face as the sky opened dumping down a cold shower. She watched as the water obscured the taller buildings partly from sight.  Liz turned her face towards it welcoming the company in her solitary wait as she took the stone from her pocket and began flipping it several times in her hand. Laughter carried up by the breeze drew her attention away from the rain and to the hole once more. Four men accompanied one in the center, all joking and laughing, though those on the outside of the group remained alert for danger on the ground. Two of them stopped at the entrance, bidding the other three goodbye before standing alert. Shortly, five other men appeared at the end of the street. They were stopped outside to be checked for weapons and means to harm those inside before being allowed in.

Well, this complicates things. She was going to kill whoever gave Lord Durj the information since this meeting was not supposed to be happening. In fact, the worst that was supposed to be going on was a territory grab independent from Lord Durj. The newcomers looked to be from a neighboring Lord, Jek she thought he was called, though fairly down his chain of command. She had seen them at some meeting Durj had made her sit in when she was younger. Back when he had the hope his sister would join his reign and didn’t know how visible he wanted Liz to be. No, this wasn’t right at all, he was supposed to be taking this on alone, not with allies from within or without. Now she had to find out if Lord Jek was involved or if these men working independently of their Lords. One way to find out…

Liz launched herself into the alley, rolling slightly as she landed to end on her feet. The two guards outside stared, open-mouthed in surprise. “Hello boys,” she greeted cheerfully.

Quick as a deer fleeing a hunter Liz was on one, grappling them tightly, the other bodyguard pulled out his sword and ran at them. Unfortunately for him, Liz had no issue using his partner as a human shield and the sword wielding thug was too slow to stop the collision. Liz dropped the grappled thug and swung around behind the sword bearing guard staring in disbelief at his friend. A loud thud and ting rang out as the sword and thug dropped to the ground, lifeless. Liz dusted herself off a bit, pausing to consider the bodies and putting the stone back in her pocket. If she were lucky that was quiet enough the meeting taking place inside would continue on as nothing was going on. Liz knew the bodies remaining where they were would alert people if they left before she was finished. Grabbing them under the arms and dragging she looked around to try to find a place. Finally, she settled on simply dumping them around a corner hoping someone would think they simply got robbed and the thieves had put the bodies there. The rain would be enough to wash away the other evidence of her presence.

It was completely dark within, filled with somewhat stale air carrying the smell of unclean bodies. Low, tense voices carried to where Liz stood. She crept forward, keeping to the shadows the darkness provided as best she could. Faintly, she could make out some guards moving about at the edge of a well-lit area. Liz ducked into a room just outside the outer edge of the light that spilled into the hallway. From here she could hear anything taking place in the meeting and know when it was safe to proceed while they hopefully would remain oblivious of her presence.

Durj is a complete idiot,” his third in command was complaining. “There’s plenty of area for all of us if he just grabs it and plenty of jobs to give us all coin. Instead, he has that half-breed freak running around doing the best ones while the rest of us starve unless there’s an opening. Which isn’t a lot these days, him not wanting to step on either the freak’s or his sister’s toes.” Liz had no doubt who the “half-breed freak” was; unconsciously she covered her ears.

“Yeah,” another speaker rumbled. “But Durj will never see beyond his secret weapon. Can’t say I blame him, she’s like a ghost, in and out on a job before ya blink and damn good at what she does to boot.  I heard he handpicked her as a youngin’ and raised the killer in her. I do kinda hope you keep her around when you get up there to Durj’s spot. Damn loyal too from what I hear, might be useful”

“Bah!” Durj’s man exclaimed. “That wench only obeys Durj. Besides, when we combine our forces we’ll have enough under our control to make up for her supposed skills. Though if you want her, go ahead.  I suppose I could gift her to you as a token of appreciation for your help in this. I can’t risk telling too many in Durj’s lot without the bitch getting scent. Especially since the plan is to eventually grab his area too by takin’ him out.”

The other speaker laughed nervously, “Now we’re talkin’!  Now no one knows ‘bout these weapons right?  Those you did tell wouldn’t blab now?”

Nah, they’re trusty, they value their skins too much since unless Durj tells her to heel she’ll kill us all. And I run weapons out of the market anyway, a few coins in the right places, let’s all this stay not official.”

“Nice to see the bastards’ tight purse strings backfire on him.” Liz heard a groan and the scrap of something against the wood floor. “Well then, I’ll be in touch when I get things in place to get you to make your move.”

“Good,” another chair creaked as Durj’s third spoke. “I look forward to it.”

Liz glanced out into the dimly lit hallway and eased farther back just in case. Jek’s man was surrounded by his guards once more. Liz eased the stone out of her pocket as the five men made their way out, suddenly happy that she had gotten so much information. Jek’s man was out of her reach since he wasn’t Lord Durj’s, but a few words when she reported in would get him taken care of too. Well, if Lord Durj decided it was necessary. That would be up to him, though, it wasn’t her place after all to do more than report. Smirking, she took the stone out and flipped in her hand again as she waited for the hall to clear. Hearing movement in the next room her smirk widened as it seemed Durj’s men were taking care of things. Rounding the corner and back into the hall, she crept around and eased toward where the light spilled out, listening to them joke as they worked.

“Come on boys, Lord Durj is expectin’ us at the Blood Moon,” he chuckled, turning to the door as he spoke where Liz now stood, leaning against the casing.

Ahh, but I believe you’re mistaken,” Liz replied and she kicked off the wall and started to stride toward them. Her green and silver-gray gaze was dark as she eyed the three men. “You see Lord Durj sent me to give his regards and after I heard what I have tonight, I see it was very well to send them.”

“You crazy bitch,” the man had a wild-eyed look in his eyes, trying to find how to escape what he knew to be a certain fate but wanted to try still. “Just go where your master directs you, eh?”

“If you are referring to why I am here, I already heard the proof of your alliance with Lord Jek’s man. I will honestly say that was not my original reason for Lord Durj requiring my services here, but it appears I will get rid of two problems for him.” she flipped the stone again and as it returned to her hand it transmuted to two long daggers with a hearty hilt made of stone. The knives’ edges glinted in the torchlight.

The man’s eyes bulged even as they fixed upon the blades as his men rushed forward; very few had ever seen why she was so gifted with fighting and killing. The ability to transmute weapons out of essentially anything was where it started accompanied by years of the skill being refined. If they did find out, most took the secret to the grave. In a smooth motion she transferred a dagger to each hand and raised them slightly. The men continued their advance; the smirk reappeared on Liz’s lips at the comfortable weight of her daggers. Her power had created them so they were a perfect fit for what she wanted to do as the men came at her. In two quick slashes they fell to the floor with loud thuds just as easily as their counterparts outside had done. Now, Liz’s eyes rose to rest on Durj’s third in command, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he stared at the lifeless bodies.

“Now…” he managed to start, his voice losing all arrogance and calm that it had. “Now… listen… I… can explain…”

“I am sure you can,” Liz replied coldly. “I imagine there are several things you will tell me as to the reasons why you did what you did if only to stop this fate, but they would all be lies. You were trusted into an inner circle and threw what made that trust well placed away with your planning here. Moving to make your own name, and then move against him.” She took a step forward, “That is the simple truth, which even you cannot deny.”

“Nono… no…”the man repeated, close to tears. Then suddenly, he recovered just as fast as he broke down and yelled, “You don’t know what it’s like, you get all the jobs! If he could, he’d just have a force of you, after all you’re perfect. Go where you’re told and do your dance, then go home to get a pat on the head! Do you think I’m the only one who thinks that? He deserves betrayal ten times over by now for it all! But you won’t see it until it’s too late. You’ll be blind sighted cause you’ll still be singin’ his praises—like he’s a God when all he really is… is a… ”

Liz’s eyes flashed and her temper raised, she flung one of the daggers at him, and it buried itself in his chest, dropping him. “It does not matter what you think he is. What matters is that you plotted against your Lord, who you promised to serve.” she said darkly going over and pulling the dagger out. She cleaned both on his clothing, and just as easily as she made them she allowed the rock she had used to fall to the ground beside the bodies. Standing, she glanced around the room, making note of what was there so she could have Lord Durj send some people later to reclaim it. Her eyes dropped to the bodies on the ground and sighed. Such a waste of life and talent for something that could be avoided had they stuck to side of honor and keeping their agreements. All these jobs and she still could not understand why do it at all? Pivoted on the heel of her foot she pushed them from her thoughts and strode from the building. Her destination was either the Blood Moon to meet Cat or reporting into Lord Durj. Maybe after is best, the job is done and this place will remain as is, she shook her head, glancing back once more before she reentered the welcome rain.

Darkness had completely fallen by the time Liz finally entered the Blood Moon, she eased the door open to a noisy and warm inside. All around men joked and laughed with a few women scattered among them, most were actually the serving girls. Liz shook her head at the state of their dress, she swore every time she entered the tavern their dresses were cut lower and lower. She nodded toward the proprietor, Terra at the bar and headed to her usual table tossing her cloak over an empty chair. Terra glided over, her hips swaying to put-on a show for her customers. She set a mug down on the table for Liz, “I’ll be back in a second, lass.” With that, she walked back to the bar and spoke softly with her girls while getting their drinks. The door opened again and a short blonde haired woman walked in, her ice blue eyes surveyed the room before landing on Terra who nodded to in Liz’s direction and shook her head ever so slightly.

The woman walked to Liz, tossing her cloak over hers and slid into the seat next to her. They kept the side across from them completely empty knowing Terra preferred that side to keep an eye her girls. Terra had always been protective of those girls since she took over the tavern from the woman who had trained her in the arts of servicing—all  things—to put it politely. The tavern was the oldest building in Lower Quarter, named the moon that hung overhead that night that had led to the creation of this part of the city. With such a beginning it had been preserved in probably the best condition, almost like a monument. The inside shone with cleanness and it had some of the few remaining windows and enough candles and wood to keep the place cozy even on the harshest of winter’s nights.

“So,” the woman began. “What did my lovely jerk of a brother, have you do now that has you having your sympathy drinks this soon after sundown?”

Liz took a long drink, “Nothing more than usual.”

“Really? My brother was hopping up and down in delight when I passed him on my way here.” Liz glanced at her and Cat raised her hands in the air defensively, “I was civil, I was civil.”

“I somehow doubt that,” Liz replied. “I think the entire city has heard your shouting matches.”

Cat made a dismissive noise, “He deserved it.”

“I’m sure he did,” Terra had rejoined them, sitting her open slot at the table. “But ye always think he deserves it.”

Cat glared at her, “Of course he does! The pig-headed arse needs some sense pounded in his head for what he gets away with, and thinks he can just because.”

Terra glanced over at Liz who was drinking deeply from her mug again. Calmly, her green eyes appraised the situation and rather subtly she signaled for fresh drinks to be brought over “So, what‘s the deal lass? Ye look like ye’ve been run over by a wagon. Last time I saw ye this deep in the liquid therapy so soon after a job was after that clearing ye did a few years back. Took out a lot of Lord Durj’s men if I remember right, and he even sent Kellin with ye to do it.”

The serving girl placed three new drinks on their table, and Liz reached eagerly for the fresh mug allowing the girl to take the old one away. Once she was out of earshot Liz replied, “Yeah, he did with that job. This one was similar in a way. He stood there yelling and screaming—then what he said and did…” Liz took another deep drink. “Let us just say that it was unexpected for some reason.”

Terra and Cat exchanged a glance, knowing that conversation had finished. For all their years of friendship and Cat and Liz almost being almost sisters, Liz still remained fairly private. Liz sat there, mulling over the last moments of her target’s life. She was usually calm during those last moments, when most unhindered truths came out. For some reason though, tonight hit her heart.

Lord Durj takes care of his people, unlike most Lower Quarter Lords I have seen. He never asks them to do too much, though he has made a few mistakes along the way but what new ruler does not? His people are not overly lacking in what they desire though. and especially those in direct service. All their claims are is lies for justification for their actions without foundation. I am more clear-sighted in regarding Lord Durj, they let their greed blind them.  

“Liz,” Cat gently touched her arm, causing Liz to start. “You were so lost in your thoughts there I thought we were going to have to pull you out with a net.”

Ye okay?” Terra’s voice echoed the concern.

“Yes, I am fine,” Liz’s voice was somewhat vague as she brought herself back to the tavern in her mind.

“That job that idiot sent you on really shook ya, didn’t it?” Cat took a sip of her own drink. Her tone was light, but her face betrayed her worry. “Tell him you need a break, or I will for you.”

“No, I am honestly fine.”

“If ye do need a break here might be yer chance,” Terra nodded toward the door. A group of men, all looking quite fit and well dressed for the usual variety of merchants and tenants that frequented entered the tavern. At the center were two men in deep conversation. One with beady ice blue eyes and hairless head nodded as a shorter man with rather pink skin and just as icy eyes with his long, light-brown hair slicked back spoke. Cat glared at the taller man with eyes that matched hers; there was little denying the relation to her despite how she had tried when she was younger. Silence descended on the room, some stood to bow low before Lord Durj waved them back into their normal activities. Then he went with most of his men to a table which was slightly raised above the rest. The man with the his hair in the tail went the other direction, toward Liz and her friends.

“Kellin,” Cat greeted as he drew nearer. “What brings you to our little corner of the tavern?”

He smiled at them though he kept his eyes on Liz, “I actually came to give this to Liz, she left it in Lord Durj’s place when she reported in.” He placed a decent size sack of coins on the table. “Also, Lord Durj wants to warn Liz he might have a lot of jobs in store soon. He’s working on gathering some information now about how large of an issue this is, he’s hoping to have answers after his meeting tonight.”

Cat looked outraged that her brother already wanted Liz for another job for him. Liz rarely forgot anything meaning something was bothering her. She had exploded last time this happened and she would gladly again, “Listen here messenger boy– ”

Liz clamped her hand over Cat’s mouth, silencing her. “Tell Lord Durj I am honored and look forward to the task. It will be my pleasure to do it, all he has to do is tell me when I am needed.”

Kellin eyed Cat who was giving an impression of a volcano ready to erupt and back to Liz. “I’ll pass along the message, though I hope he doesn’t need you tomorrow night.” He gave Liz a slight bow of sorts and a slight wink before he walked back to Durj’s table.

“That boy is heads over heels with ye, lass,” Terra said.  “When are ye goin’ to stop these moonlight dates?”

“That he is,” Cat agreed. She took a deep drink from her glass, feeling the need to join Liz suddenly in a blissful stupor. “Still, doesn’t mean he needs to come over here and bring tidings from that great and powerful idiot.”

“He does not really have a choice,” Liz insisted. “He has to do his jobs just as I do mine.”

“He might not have a choice dependin’ but that bastard has a choice to not use you guys for his own means, he can have the balls to take care of it himself.” Cat’s eyes flashed in anger and she slammed her cup down on the table. “And don’t give me any of that I owe him my loyalty since I gave him my oath of service crap. Gods know he’s the lowest payer out there in Lower Quarter anyway. Besides, what you’ve done has paid him back time and again!”

Liz and Terra exchanged a glance. “Don’t do it, lass,” Terra said, swirling her drink around in her glass. “If there’s anything ye two will never agree on its Lord Durj.”


Liz supported Cat up the stairs of their home several hours later, thanking the Gods that they lived alone in the building due to Cat singing part of the way up at the top of her lungs. She was happy she had the wisdom to stop quite a while before leaving though she stumbled being pulled by Cat as she flailed. Their place was quiet and pleasant in a secluded area of Lord Durj’s territory, away from the main bustle of Lower Quarter. It had managed to survive what had decimated the buildings around it, protecting them from the element for the most part. The only flaw was where the roof crumbled inward and exposed them to the open air.

“Liz… Liz.. I luv you,” Cat slurred stumbling over the steps.  “Yer like a sister to me, and that bastard… that bastard, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Which bastard are we referring to again?” Liz asked. She felt obligated to despite knowing the answer.

Durj!” Cat shouted.

“Oh of course,” Liz grunted, trying to hold Cat upright while fumbling with the keys. Oh the times she wished her transmutation ability went beyond ways to protect herself or do a job. She wished she could make something more useful for moments like this – like a chair. At last, she managed to get the key in the lock and open the door. “Why is that anyway?” she asked, continuing to  humor Cat in her state. Her motives weren’t entirely pure though, she also wanted the company while she set to work starting a fire to combat the coldness of the night.

“Because,” Cat began, flopping down on her bedroll. “All ‘e does is use people. Once they’re not bein’ useful anymore, he finds a way to get rid of ‘em. Or if they don’t make his job cushy secure like. I’m ‘prized he didn’t have you goin’ around the whole Lower Quarter yet killin’ peoples, but give it time…” Cat trailed off, watching Liz work with the flint and steel. She eased into the bedding, not even bothering to remove her boots. Soon there were flames, she smiled at the warmth and Liz as she removed her own boots before settling in her bedroll.

Liz looked over at her, her eyes shimmering in the flickering light the flames gave off. “Any other reasons before we go to sleep?”

“Yeah!” Cat yelled, then took a more somber look. “Yer too good fer him Liz, too good. If anythinyer should be Lord, ye don’t deserve to keep just doin’ the dirty work, but him getting’ all the credit,” with a sigh she rolled over. “Nigh’ Liz.”

Liz smiled softly at her friend back before closing her eyes, “Good night, Cat.”


Liz’s eyes snapped open what seemed to her to be almost instantly. For a few moments she couldn’t tell what had caused her to awaken so suddenly. Glancing out the worn roof, she could see it was still dark out and judging by the sky, still in the wee hours of the morning. She sat up slowly, looking around the room, her breath visible in the air and found no visible sign of danger to be apparent. She was just about to resign that it must have been a dream she couldn’t remember or some other night noise when a scream rent the air followed by other shouts and yelling in the distance. Instantly Liz was wide awake and had transmuted her daggers to her hands using the stone she kept by her bed. Setting them aside on her bedroll she put her boots on quickly, being as quiet as she could.

She reached over to Cat and gently shook her awake. Putting a finger to her lips, she signaled for the confused Cat to be quiet, the reason became clear as more screams filled the air. Liz pointed to the bedrolls and indicated that Cat should roll them up, while Liz gathered what little supplies they had to store within them. The noises were growing more and more around them so she was taking no chances staying within the city. Hurrying past the window opening her breath hitched in her throat for a second. The sky was splashed with an orange glow and the air grew thicker and thicker with smoke. The city was ablaze, though it was more intense in some places than others, steeling herself she raced back to Cat.

“We must go,” she hissed, grabbing her daggers up and throwing on her cloak.

Cat’s eyes widened even more, but quickly recovered throwing her pack and bedroll on her back. “Where are we going?” Cat whispered as they rushed down the stairs.

“I am not sure, just we need to hopefully reach Terra and definitely need to get out of this city. We need to find Kellin too, if we can manage it,” Liz replied, her eyes moved around restlessly trying to spot anything that might be in their path to safety. They hadn’t made even off their street when Liz heard movement; she pulled Cat into a nearby cubbyhole. Several men ran past, weapons drawn and at the ready ran toward their building.

“Are the bitches there?” A man yelled a few minutes later in a Lower Quarter accent.

“No, they are not,” another replied. “They cannot have gotten far, though; this part of the city is surrounded by fire and our men.”

“Spread out!” The first man ordered in a shout. “We need to find and take care of them for the boss before we end up sliced by her blades.” The men scattered away, running past Liz and Cat’s hiding spot. “Ahh, look at that,” the man said in a much softer voice. “That’s where the Blood Moon was; too bad, we could’ve used those pretty faces to celebrate the new age.”

“Now, now my good man, you can have any woman you desire when this business is done,” the second man spoke. “We will be heroes for bringing this new age!”

“True,” the first agreed. “But Terra’s knew how to treat a man…” Their voices faded away until they were replaced by the frightened yells in the distance once more.

Liz’s heart caught in her chest and she glanced down at Cat, who had silent tears streaming down her face. “All we can hope for now is that she got out,” Liz managed. “We need to get out alive now; she would kick our arses if she knew were staying around and risking getting killed for her memory especially.”

“Forever the mom of the group,” Cat’s mouth twisted into a sad smile. “Let’s get out while we can, we’ll try to find them later.”

Liz led the way out this time setting out toward the outer edges of the city; Lower Quarter’s walls had little upkeep so there were several places to sneak out without it needing an official exit. Those would probably be covered by multiple men to keep people from escaping. As they went further outward the sounds of screams and yelling diminished.  It appeared whoever was doing this had already been through this section of the city, as Liz surveyed the damage around them trying to decide the route to take. Next to them a building crumbled, still smoldering sending a shower of embers up into the air as pieces fell. Watching it for a moment Liz spied a hand about the size of a child’s lying silent beside the wreckage.

“We must keep going straight. I can see the wall just ahead,” Liz told Cat quickly wresting her gaze away.

“How you can see anything in this smoke is a miracle, but let’s get out of here, it’s giving me the creeps.” Cat said as she checked the dagger that Liz had handed her back near their home.

Liz took one step forward and was knocked to the ground by a blur that turned out to be a man. “I got you!” he yelled.

“Liz!” shouted Cat.

A grunt escaped Liz’s lips as she tried to roll over, but the collision had put her hands at an awkward angle and made the one with the dagger in it virtually useless. She couldn’t get the leverage to get into a better position and the man had her legs locked. Liz and the man struggled, entangled so badly Cat couldn’t get a clear shot at Liz’s attacker without risking injuring Liz herself as they moved and writhed. Liz’s dagger skittered across the stones coming to rest half the street away during one attempt to break the grapple. One of the man’s arms found their way to Liz’s throat and began to choke her; each breath became a gasp of air and her vision blurred.

“Soon I will have you taken care of, then your little friend over there, and I will get the reward. There’s a damn good sum on your heads too. I don’t know why, but you’re both targets number one. That doesn’t matter, all I care for is the coins.”

Liz tried desperately to hold onto consciousness that became more fleeting by the second. Desperate, she decided to try something new with her ability since all she needed was one second to break his grip on her throat. Her hands scraped the ground frantically for anything suddenly she felt the sharp edge of steel. Gripping it, she gave it as much of a toss in the air as she could muster entangled as she was. As it rose she concentrated with all her might, shaping it into a throwing dagger. In that second of materialization she somehow flung it at her attacker, hitting him in the shoulder. That moment of pain was enough for his grip to lessen and Liz to flip around and grab another stone, turning it into a dagger as she slashed across his throat. Gasping for air, she knelt on the ground beside the body, Cat hurried to her side.

What the name of the Gods were you doing?” Cat yelled. “That was way too close! How in the world did you get him to break off?”

“I know, I know,” Liz said between breaths not even wanting to pause to think of how she did it. “We need to go now—then we will think about what happened.”

Cat pulled Liz to her feet and started on the way Liz had previously said as the way to go. Easing through a crack in the wall they found themselves breathing a bit easier. Still, they had more distance to put between them and the city before they could settle down. It appeared to Liz’s eyes that they were the only ones to make it out this far, but she still tried to remain hopeful, after all, Terra and Kellin might be out there somewhere. They paused at the top of a nearby ridge which overlooked the city; the fire seemed to have spread. Holding back their tears and exhaustion, they pressed on, disappearing into the dark forest.



Happy Mother’s Day

I’ve spent a wonderful, warm day with my two men and a picnic with my side of the family and got treated to some girly things. It’s hard to think this my third official Mother’s Day though it’s the fourth I’ve celebrated. When I was pregnant with munchkin, my husband insisted we celebrate since he could see how I needed it since it was my second Mother’s Day without my own mother and here I was pregnant and on the verge of motherhood myself.


My mom and one of my Aunt’s foster children taken in the 80’s. (She became a master dodger of photos later so not many are around).

So to all the mom’s out there, whether yours is still here or has moved on, Happy Mother’s Day!


Author Spotlight 5-9 John Reinhard Dizon

This week it’s my pleasure to introduce author, John Rienhard Dizon!

1)     Tell us a little bit about yourself.

Here’s my bio: John Reinhard Dizon was born and raised in the Cobble Hill section of Brooklyn, NY. He participated in local and high school sports at Bishop Loughlin MHS, and was a key figure on the Brooklyn rock scene during the Punk Revolution of the 70’s. Relocating to San Antonio TX in the 80’s, he moonlighted as a pro wrestler before pursuing a BA at UTSA and degrees in Korean martial arts during the 90’s. He currently lives in KC MO where he is studying for his MA in English at UMKC. Mr. Dizon has been studying and writing about American and European society and culture for over twenty-five years

2) Where can we find you on the internet?

3) Why did you chose the genre you write in and how would you describe your writing style?

I specialize in historical fiction, action/adventure fits my personality, and women’s fiction because I believe books should have redeeming social value.

4) Tell us about your latest book.

The Test is a Christian-theme Tribulation novel about Katia, a teen living in a commune after a mini-nuke attack on Truth or Consequences NM. Teens are leaving home and moving to rural camps protected by biker gangs to ease the financial burden on their bankrupt families. She meets four apostles at an abandoned church and is inspired to bring her friends into the ministry. The conflict comes as the bikers are drawn into demon worship and end up in a battle for their very souls.

5) If you could live in any world from a book or movie which would it be and why?

I think I’d like to live in Streamtown from my novel of the same name. They are rebuilding in a post-apocalyptic world and revert to steam power to avoid the catastrophic mistakes made by a fossil-fueled society. Kinda like going back to the dawn of man.

6) What was your favorite book growing up?

I’d have to say Goldfinger. It turned me onto the James Bond anthology by Ian Fleming, inspired my writing style and my first novella, Enemy Ace (when I was in sixth grade). My action/adventure novel The Standard was inspired by Fleming’s concept and is a tribute to the spy classic.

7) The infamous question- what advice would you give to any aspiring and new authors out there?

Write, write, write, and throw nothing away. Today’s trash may well become tomorrow’s treasure. Half the stuff I’ve published lately has been on the back burner for two decades.

8) What are your preferred method to use while writing and environment?

I work in my man-cave with my wide-screen TV and my cat Jigsaw. Can’t do without them.

9) What are your favorite games (tabletop and/or video)? If you’re not too much into gaming (even monopoly counts!) what are your other hobbies?

I’m always good for a game of chess, and will always recommend Civilization III as the greatest PC game of all time.

10) What can we look forward from you in the future?

Hezbollah (2nd Edition) is probably going to be released next week. Part One is about Tina Rivera, a world-renowned percussionist dying of muscular dystrophy. She is trying to break the news to her ex-bandmates amidst rumors of a reunion concert in Palestine where they participated in a legendary event two decades ago. Part Two features Isabel Carmona, the wife of the lead singer whose son is dying of AIDS. This has been acclaimed as a work of women’s fiction though there is a compelling action/adventure conflict between the Israelis and the real Hizbullah in Palestine as well as an authentic hardcore punk element.

Thanks again John for taking the time to talk with us!

Lazy Days and Date Nights

I meant to finish my go over of Vengeance this weekend- but its not going to happen- after pushing for the past week and a half I needed a desperate recharge since I basically put the brakes fully on writing to keep downtime to a minimum except for a bit at night. Well, no writing and just editing make me a cranky author. So Thursday after a few unsuccessful attempts at moving forward I stopped and suggested to the hubby that we go out for the date night we had been planning on for ages. So after dropping the munchkin off at the grandparents he and I went out for a nice dinner at our local sit down Asian restaurant, most of them are the buffet styles around here. I’m just gonna direct you here to see a bit of what we got cause the presentation is that good.  The next day I went with munchkin to his school to a farm presentation where we got to feed the baby animals- though it took  a round or two before he tried his hand at it.

And seriously- cutest and smallest goat ever was there.


Then yesterday was game night, which in turn changed into who can mess up who… we played a rarer game and while it’s player against the creatures that are Computer controlled it is also very much player versus player at the same time so you can steal their towns, items etc. Then we transitioned into a quick session of DnD before the night broke up, though we didn’t get terribly far the dungeon we were in. Still, it’s a nice break, and while I’m working on Vengeance a bit more today I’m still going at a pretty easy pace with it and will probably try to break into some writing later tonight. I’m still hoping to get it done this week so I can focus fully on the fun part of this job- writing!

Oh btw? I’m still looking for Beta readers for Darkness’s Fury- see this post here for the form to fill out if you’re interested!