Finally got my books. I have no idea what happened to the first box, sent before xmas, but these got here safe. If anyone would like to buy a signed copy off me, I have the first two books of the Shadow Series, Shadow Over Avalon and Sword of Shadows and the first book of the Wyvern series, Darkspire Reaches. I am shipping the first few off tomorrow.
If anyone would like all three books, I will include a postcard of Darkspire Reaches and Shadow Over Avalon.
I know this isn’t in the free sample offered on Amazon, so it will be something new to all who haven’t read the book.
Raven forced the food down and took a long drink of water. A bowl for washing rested at the foot of her pallet, and she poured the remainder of the water in that vessel. Margie might have told the villagers her scrying water came from a sacred spring, but Raven knew she got it from the stream behind their shack. The bowl wasn’t black inside, yet the dark brown wood might be dark enough for the sight to show future.
The ripples calmed. Shadows swirled in the depths. One by one, pinpricks of light winked into existence and then the pale orb of a full moon. A great beast flew across the night sky, an impossible beast with wings and four legs. Moonlight shimmered off the gleaming muscles as it climbed, higher and higher. A firedrake? It dove like an arrow to lights on the ground. Torch-lit shacks and people running hither and thither, terrified.
The size of the beast killing those terrified people stunned her. No firedrake grew to more than an arm span. The beast banked, hovering, and opened its mouth. Fire spewed forth. Streams of fire caught people, lighting them into living torches. Screams and shrieks from the dying. The bowl slipped out of her hands.
Now she knew the look of the beast from close by and was afraid—this was a wyvern, worshiped by the First Born tribes. Raven ran to the window, wrenching the beaded strings aside. Outside, embedded in the ground, sharp stakes pointed toward her. A creature who could fly might escape, not a walker of the earth. No one could climb across those stakes without getting impaled by the sharp tips.
For those interested, here is the trailer teaser for the next book in this series, Serpent of the Shangrove.
I had a strange revelation this morning and maybe it is because I am not entirely awake, having not yet had my second cup of coffee. Yes, it is currently very dark o clock. I can’t sleep as usual. Anyhow, I was working on Facebook and it came to me how I pictured my friends on there.
Now this is the weird thing as most of you have profile pictures and some of you I have met in person, but I tend to think of your name in letters when I am reading your post or thinking of you on that site. Not the known image or memories, the written name. This is the identifying factor, much more than the profile picture, which may or may not have your image. I wonder if it is because most profile pictures tend to change, but a name does not?
Aside from that, I was idly playing with thoughts on what I would like to be on the cover of the second Otherworld series book, Serpent of the Shangrove. Now it absolutely has to have a dragon. That is a given. I think I would rather like the dragon/serpent to be in the Shangrove. Oh and I do have an image in my mind for that. It is on this trailer.
We had a dear little silver tabby who earned the nickname of ‘the rat’. He was such a complete beast over food and would likely take a person’s hand off to get a treat. He would also growl and swipe if any other life form got near him when he was eating. It really wasn’t his fault. He was found in a box on a range road in the depths of a Canadian winter as a very baby cat of three weeks old. I hand-reared this little guy, but he was left with abiding food issues.
The rain coming down like spears today reminded me of his majesty being trapped by a sudden flash storm across the field that used to be behind our backyard. This small kitten was incensed that his furs were getting wet and he wailed long and loud. Oh yes, we heard him and rushed to his rescue. We got soaked. His majesty was only slightly damp after being saved from the evil rain.