Saturday, October 18, 2014

Saturday Sample - Living Sacrifice

As requested, I am sharing a small bit of my current WIP, Living Sacrifice. An Epic Inspirational Fantasy novel, it focuses on two main characters: a young woman coming of age in a society of genetically altered humans and a man taking on the daunting task of living his faith in the Almighty in a public role (Sept Son) in a society based on the worship of a different deity.

The genetic alterations manifest in telepathic and kinetic abilities in males, especially seventh born males in sibling sequences of seven sons. Mind to mind communication is portrayed in the book using italics within normal quotation marks.

The section below is from Zezilia's POV

Zezilia

The Sept Son (Master Aleron) was struggling with something. I could feel it as though it was happening within me instead of him, yet I could not discern the reason for his unease. Perhaps it was this new sense of understanding I had toward him. With the first touch of his presence in my head, I had done as I always had with Selwyn and joined my energy with his to communicate and see what he saw. But from that first latching, it felt different than any of the moments with Selwyn. I could almost hear the Sept Son’s thoughts as they flowed beneath the surface of his mind. His emotions coursed through me in a way that felt as though they were my own. Intimate and intriguing, I struggled to hold back my curiosity and concentrate on my exam.
It seems that Errol is correct again.” Suddenly he withdrew from my thoughts. I blinked in surprise as my eyes adjusted to the dim light of dusk.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I can’t just walk away from you.” Rising to his feet, he took two steps away so that his back was to me. Head bent and arms crossed, he lingered in thought.
“Why?” I couldn’t help asking. I knew why Errol and Selwyn wanted me to go with the Sept Son. They wanted me to fulfill whatever destiny that the Almighty intended and they believed that training under the Sept Son would best prepare me for that. However, that didn’t mean that it was Master Aleron’s motivation.
“You are a risk that I cannot have wandering around unprotected.” I stared at him in shock. He turned in time to catch my expression and suddenly laughed. It was a rough, stumbling sound as though he hadn’t laughed lately. “I don’t believe that you are going to come attack me.”
“That isn’t what I was thinking,” I protested.
Crossing back to me, he crouched down. Looking into my eyes, his face grew serious. “What has Errol taught you about the Elitists?”
Puzzled, I listed all the facts I knew about them. Master Aleron nodded when I finished.
“They have also begun kidnapping untrained, talented young women to bear children for them. Leaving you here, unprotected, would be foolishness.
“When I register your acceptance into the community of Talents, your ability and training will become public record and cause a small sensation among Talents. If I leave you here, on the coastline, others will come to take you and try to use you against your will.”
“You don’t need to convince me that the Elitists are evil. I have seen what they did to Blan.”
“And they are capable of much worse.” Closing his eyes, he wearily lowered his head. “I fear the end is coming, Zez.” The weight of his voice shook me. I heard the crises he listed for Errol, but his fear then was nothing compared to the hopelessness in his slumped shoulders now. “I fear for our nation. The Elitists are going to be unstoppable unless we do something soon, but I am not even settled on what to do.”
“The Almighty will make it clear,” I reminded him.
Slowly he nodded. “The Almighty will make all things clear.” Rubbing a hand across his face, he laughed bitterly. “Forget me protecting you. I am going to need your clear sight to keep hold of the big picture. No sooner am I out of the pit of self-assurance and self-centered thinking than I am slipping into the tar again.” He smiled at me, studying my face with tired, brown eyes. “I propose an exchange. I will take you with me.  You join my household as my Aide and I will teach you everything I know. In return, you promise to constantly remind me of the Almighty’s omniscient omnipotence.”
“It seems as though I am getting the better end of the deal.”
“So, it is a pact?” He extended a large hand over the short distance between us. Something about his dark eyes told me that there was more to this agreement than what was spoken, but I didn’t care.  He needed me.

“Agreed.” I gripped his wrist with my hand as he closed his fingers around my wrist. It was a childish gesture, made over trades of marbles or favorite rocks. However the sensation of his large fingers completely encircling my arm erased the simplicity and made it something more.

So, what do you think of them?

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Book Sale!

In honor of the debut of The King of Anavrea yesterday, I am offering the opportunity for anyone to purchase a personally autographed copy of The King of Anavrea and/or The Crown of Anavrea.


The King of Anavrea  = $9.00
Set of the two books = $17.00
Shipping and handling for either option = $3.00

To order you can fill out the form below or email me at anavrea at yahoo dot com.

Thank you so much for all of your support!

Monday, September 29, 2014

The King of Anavrea Book Trailer

The King of Anavrea Release Date

The day has finally come! The King of Anavrea is ready to meet the world. On October 15th, the book will be released to the world in ebook form. The print version might be ready by then, but I am not completely sure yet.

To celebrate the debut, I am putting together a blog tour. If you are interested in joining in the fun and sharing the news, please sign up by filling out this form:


Monday, September 15, 2014

Cover Reveal - Anon, Sir, Anon


Release Date



While on vacation this past summer, I reveled in a special treat. Rachel Heffington asked me to read her new mystery novel. Rachel as already earned my respect as a writer and an all around delightful person. But now she has further extended my appreciation of her ability to tell an engaging story and bring characters to life on the page. I am delighted that I can share her book cover (designed by yours truly) and rave about her coming release. Please do remember the 5th of November and check out this coming release, Anon, Sir, Anon.




The 12:55 out of Darlington brought more than Orville Farnham's niece; murder was passenger.

In coming to Whistlecreig, Genevieve Langley expected to find an ailing uncle in need of gentle care. In reality, her charge is a cantankerous Shakespearean actor with a penchant for fencing and an affinity for placing impossible bets.

When a body shows up in a field near Whistlecreig Manor and Vivi is the only one to recognize the victim, she is unceremoniously baptized into the art of crime-solving: a field in which first impressions are seldom lasting and personal interest knocks at the front door.

Set against the russet backdrop of a Northamptonshire fog, Anon, Sir, Anon cuts a cozy path to a chilling crime.