Since Amazon has a look inside option that shares these three chapters, I saw no harm in doing the same here. Enjoy! I will start Book 4 in about two weeks! Happy New Year Everyone!
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Preview From Bloodmines!
Please note, this teaser is unedited and may change in final copy!
“By the gods, what have I done to earn that look?” Henrick asked, his eyes narrowed as he assessed his son.
“Where do I start? Let’s start with the fact you brought Mesiande here which puts her at risk for Luthian finding out. Let’s add to that, you knew about Luthian’s breeding program and were an active participant in it.” Alador’s pain began to fuel his accusations. He pulled Mesiande closer bringing a gasp of surprise from her. “Let’s keep adding to that. You are out in Daezun lands on Luthian’s bidding and are as much a spy as you are a lying conniving bastard. Lastly, you used magic on my mother to ensure you were chosen in the circle.” Alador’s last bitter accusation snapped out. “How many siblings do I really have, Father?”
Sordith’s gaze snapped to Henrick at the last question. Genuine interest written on his face as he stepped sideways away from Henrick.
Henrick’s mouth had dropped open and his face had paled as Alador bit out each accusation. When Alador stopped, he stepped forward. “Son…” he began.
“Don’t ever call me that again,” Alador hissed.
Henrick put both hands out to his side in a placating manner. “You have been listening to Luthian. You know how he twists things.”
“Deny one of them," Alador challenged. "Deny you were sent by your brother. Deny you knew of his breeding program.” He counted them out on his fingers. “I dare you to deny that you used magic the night I was conceived.” He met his father’s horrified gaze. Alador’s face was red with his anger and it only fueled the pain in his skull.
Henrick’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. He searched Alador’s face. “There is more to all of this than you know…”
Alador cut him off. “I knew you couldn’t deny it.” He forced himself to sit up, drawing Mesiande behind him as best he could. “I will ask one last time, how many siblings do I have?”
Henrick’s hands fell to his side in defeat. “I don’t know,” he admitted softly.
“Get out! I don’t want to see you ever again.” Alador’s eyes darkened as he fought back the cold rage he could feel threatening to consume him.
Henrick stared at him for a long moment then turned on his heel to stride out of the room. He slammed the door behind him so hard that some of the soot on the opposite wall drifted to the ground.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Cover Art Complete for Outcast
My illustrator for Outcast has done a magnificent job of lining up her artwork to my novella. The cover will be a wrap around. The book is scheduled to hit Amazon on December 2nd and the kindle version will be out by the 15th. I am very excited. Those who have done a previewfor me have had good feedback and minimal changes were needed.
Now that the editing is done, I will be working on more background content here on the blog. I will be giving short stories and snap shots the paint the world and create a rich backdrop for the novel series. Thank you all for your patience and support.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Coming Soon!
Every reader has felt that moment where they did not belong. Some of us know what it is like to grow up with bullies and suffer at their hands. Even fewer of us know what it is like when you realize you grew up bigger than the bully that tormented you. Outcast follows the life of a young Daezun who is suddenly gifted with a power he has yet to learn to control. Follow the life of Alador as he struggles to find his place in the world.
For your sneak peak, we have given you a glance of young Alador's uncle. Enjoy!
The trader unlocked the chest in excitement for with this find; he would not have to go out in the winter seasons. He would be able to stay home with his small ones and housemate. He uncovered the pure glass stone with a flourish and stepped back for he had seen the desire on the minister’s face.
Yet instead of the pleasure and anticipation he had expected, he saw fury. The trader’s eyes flew open with alarm.
“Do you think me a fool.” Hissed Luthian as he turned around to fully face the trader. “ Who did you sell its magics too?” Luthian tone was ominous, and his hands began to glow an ominous yellow.
The trader stepped back as if that fury was palpable. “N...no one s..sir. It...it was like that when I bought it. I...I did not think it would hurt the value. I swear. It has been locked within since I purchased it.” The trader squeaked, dropping to his knees in fear. He had never seen the Minister angry, but he had heard the tales of those that had crossed him. He had never heard of any leaving such ire unscathed. The pulse of the trader’s rapid heartbeat was visible in his neck.
“Bought it where? What other mages were present? “ Luthian demanded of the groveling man. He slowly circled the man upon the ground much as a wolf circles his injured prey.
“S...smallbrook m..my lord. The Daezun village of Smallbrook and there weren’t no mages there.” He put his face to the floor in hopes of appeasing the Minister. “I.. it was a fair stone, and I will give it to you. I won’t want nothing of it.” He offered in a panic. His voice muffled against the floor.
“You fool!” Shouted Luthian. “Are you really so stupid?” The sneering loud tone brought a visible wince from the trader upon the floor. “It is clear because it’s magic has been given. What miner sold the stone? I want a name.” Luthian kicked the trader over as hard as he could. “A name!” He demanded. Luthian's tone suddenly softer, cold, and definitely vicious. Luthian’s hand crackled with the power of the fire he could wield.
“Alador...it was a lad named Alador. Still a middlin and didn’t even know what he had. I swear it.” The man was practically sobbing now for even he could feel the power radiating from the Minister though he dared not look.
Luthian paused, his foot now on the Trader’s chest who lay beneath him on the floor. .
Smallbrook….. Alador.. Alador.. why did he know that name? Then it dawned on him. That was one of his brother’s spawn from the project. The boy had come into his power. By blood, he had come into power with that stone? He looked back at the chest with alarm.
He removed his foot and moved to the chest gazing down at it’s contents. The empty stone now beautiful but powerless. Who knew how much power the boy had absorbed? Did the boy even know how to use it? It was not good that such power was uncontrolled. However, one benefit of the treaty was if any of Lerdenian blood was found on Daezun lands, the Council had the right to demand they be turned over. This had suited the Daezun well for they distrusted magic.
His anger cooled some as he stared at the stone in calculation. The whimpering of the trader still lying where he had left interrupted Luthian’s thoughts. He cursed softly and with a fluid motion turned and released the spell at the groveling man. He did not even stay to if the trader lived beneath the column of fire that had risen up from his writhing form, the music of his screams pleasing enough. At the door, he paused to look at the guard. “Clean it up and put all the bloodstones in the vault.” He did not acknowledge the guard's chest salute. Such response was expected. Besides, he had more important things on his mind.
He strode down the empty hall in anger and frustration. So much power that had been so nearly his and his nephew had it. His half-breed, tierless nephew who probably did not even know what gift had been given him. The stark white halls resounded with the steps of his boots as he strode in anger. “Get me my brother …. Now!” He bellowed. The words echoed down the vast empty hall. He did not care who heard. He did not care who acted. He knew someone would see it done. If he could not have the power, then he would control the boy!
For your sneak peak, we have given you a glance of young Alador's uncle. Enjoy!
Sneak Peak
The trader unlocked the chest in excitement for with this find; he would not have to go out in the winter seasons. He would be able to stay home with his small ones and housemate. He uncovered the pure glass stone with a flourish and stepped back for he had seen the desire on the minister’s face.
Yet instead of the pleasure and anticipation he had expected, he saw fury. The trader’s eyes flew open with alarm.
“Do you think me a fool.” Hissed Luthian as he turned around to fully face the trader. “ Who did you sell its magics too?” Luthian tone was ominous, and his hands began to glow an ominous yellow.
The trader stepped back as if that fury was palpable. “N...no one s..sir. It...it was like that when I bought it. I...I did not think it would hurt the value. I swear. It has been locked within since I purchased it.” The trader squeaked, dropping to his knees in fear. He had never seen the Minister angry, but he had heard the tales of those that had crossed him. He had never heard of any leaving such ire unscathed. The pulse of the trader’s rapid heartbeat was visible in his neck.
“Bought it where? What other mages were present? “ Luthian demanded of the groveling man. He slowly circled the man upon the ground much as a wolf circles his injured prey.
“S...smallbrook m..my lord. The Daezun village of Smallbrook and there weren’t no mages there.” He put his face to the floor in hopes of appeasing the Minister. “I.. it was a fair stone, and I will give it to you. I won’t want nothing of it.” He offered in a panic. His voice muffled against the floor.
“You fool!” Shouted Luthian. “Are you really so stupid?” The sneering loud tone brought a visible wince from the trader upon the floor. “It is clear because it’s magic has been given. What miner sold the stone? I want a name.” Luthian kicked the trader over as hard as he could. “A name!” He demanded. Luthian's tone suddenly softer, cold, and definitely vicious. Luthian’s hand crackled with the power of the fire he could wield.
“Alador...it was a lad named Alador. Still a middlin and didn’t even know what he had. I swear it.” The man was practically sobbing now for even he could feel the power radiating from the Minister though he dared not look.
Luthian paused, his foot now on the Trader’s chest who lay beneath him on the floor. .
Smallbrook….. Alador.. Alador.. why did he know that name? Then it dawned on him. That was one of his brother’s spawn from the project. The boy had come into his power. By blood, he had come into power with that stone? He looked back at the chest with alarm.
He removed his foot and moved to the chest gazing down at it’s contents. The empty stone now beautiful but powerless. Who knew how much power the boy had absorbed? Did the boy even know how to use it? It was not good that such power was uncontrolled. However, one benefit of the treaty was if any of Lerdenian blood was found on Daezun lands, the Council had the right to demand they be turned over. This had suited the Daezun well for they distrusted magic.
His anger cooled some as he stared at the stone in calculation. The whimpering of the trader still lying where he had left interrupted Luthian’s thoughts. He cursed softly and with a fluid motion turned and released the spell at the groveling man. He did not even stay to if the trader lived beneath the column of fire that had risen up from his writhing form, the music of his screams pleasing enough. At the door, he paused to look at the guard. “Clean it up and put all the bloodstones in the vault.” He did not acknowledge the guard's chest salute. Such response was expected. Besides, he had more important things on his mind.
He strode down the empty hall in anger and frustration. So much power that had been so nearly his and his nephew had it. His half-breed, tierless nephew who probably did not even know what gift had been given him. The stark white halls resounded with the steps of his boots as he strode in anger. “Get me my brother …. Now!” He bellowed. The words echoed down the vast empty hall. He did not care who heard. He did not care who acted. He knew someone would see it done. If he could not have the power, then he would control the boy!
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