Friday, November 21, 2014

"I lied. Working with you, whoever you are, not that fun."

 Wherein Jack went AWOL yet again

 I really need to stop doing that. Peter sits and glares at me the whole time. But I did it, though since it was only for Wednesday, I'm hoping I didn't commit too much of a crime.

 I spent Wednesday working all day. My first full day back to work since getting sick. It went okay considering I had no voice. I then spent Wednesday night writing, because I was still behind on my NaNo word count.

 Getting sick during NaNo has proved to be a bad idea. (Not that I had this planned out. I wanted my last month of fall to be spent writing in front of the fire and crunching leaves not in front of the fire. Instead, I spent four and a half days stuck in bed with a fever and another - however long since then to now - with a weird cough.) I'm no doctor, so I don't pretend to know what brought on this cough or anything like that, but it felt like it went straight to my lungs. I spent most of the time since still stuck in bed because I couldn't breathe when I walked very far. (Sounds like I was dying. I wasn't.)

 The only nice thing about getting this sick is my new job. At Old Job if I so much as twitched my nose I had people running out the doors screaming, "BLACK PLAGUE!" Only, now they'd probably be screaming, "EBOLA!" New Job I can cough and gasp and bend over double and sound like I'm taking my last wheezing breath and there is no one around to glare daggers at me and condemn me for passing on to them some deadly illness.

 Another reason to like New Job.

 And that has been my life since the second week of NaNo. I feel kind of left out. Who spends NaNo barely getting in their word count and sleeping every chance they get?

 That is one reason I am getting this post short. I didn't get a chance to write yesterday. We had company over and I had to carry on conversations while sounding like a frog before I lost my voice. (They were fun conversations at least.) But now I need to go and write, so I can get caught up.

 That is all.

 How is all of your NaNo's going?

 Agents of SHIELD line, Coulson talking to a Not Real May

 ALLONS-Y!

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

"Guys, drop everything." "No, this is worth a fortune. I'm not going to just drop it."

 Today is the third and final day of Bella's NaNo Blog Party. Since it is it the final day we are forced to pick between posting a scene or snippets or any other random thing we fancy. (Forced is joking of course. I don't think Bella owns a sword in which to hold us at sword point.)

 I will be doing snippets, because they are more random and funny and I don't have to give away major spoilers.

 So here they are, snippets from my NaNo novel, The Steam War

 I dropped my juice,” Dean whimpered. He kicked his feet back and forth, thumping them against the seat. Before giant feet had tried to squish them, their dad used to tell Dean not to kick the seat.
I'll fill it for you when we stop,” Hunter promised.
Dean blinked through his tears.
Will?” he asked. “Promise?”
Yes.” Hunter smiled. He didn't look out the window anymore. He didn't want to see anymore feet. “Any kind of juice you want.”
I wants milk.” Dean smiled.
Chocolate?”
Strawberry.”

 “You're staring, which means you don't have to. Are you planning more school for me to do? Can't you end my torture and just kill me and get it over with?”

 “What's with the pistol? Monster under your bed?” Dean grinned.

 “Dean.” Hunter shook his shoulder. “Dean, wake up.”
Dean didn't want to wake up. He didn't want Hunter shaking his shoulder, again. He thought about kicking his brother, but the last time he'd done that Hunter had thrown ice water on his head. He had no choice but to give in and open his eyes.

 “Hey, you have to know more than me. I was only three.” Dean grinned at him.
And crying because you dropped your sippy cup.”
So? I was three, like you said. I could cry over a sippy cup if I wanted.”
Hunter slapped him on the back. “Just keep telling yourself that, baby brother,” he teased.

 “You think?” Dean's voice kept squeaking. “Do you think any food survived?”
It's been ten years,” Hunter groaned.

 “Look.” Dean bent over and picked something out of the glass. He held up a pair of pearl, dangling earrings. “They go with your eyes.”
I don't think we'll find food here,” Hunter muttered. “And your eyes are prettier than mine, why don't you wear them?”

 “Maybe they have things that stick above ground and they can see out of them,” Dean retorted. “Maybe they have guards. Or watch dogs. Maybe they have rats trained to run down and deliver messages in Morse Code.”
Shut up,” Hunter groaned. “I'm sure we can deal with Morse Code rats.”

 “Doesn't matter,” he said, “you won't be leaving here alive.”
That's morbid,” Dean muttered. “Are you going to let that woman kill me?”

 “Here we are. And don't think about tryin' to escape by goin' down the hole. Pretty sure it's bottomless.” Atlas shoved a door opened and Dean stepped into a narrow, square room with a bucket in the middle. As soon as the door closed he walked over the bucket and pulled the lid off. Under it was a black hole.
Cool,” he said, “indoor plumbing.”

 “Hi,” he said, waving. “Did you take my rifle?”

 “You're pretty demanding for a captive,” Leech said. He crouched down in front of Dean. “I have some questions for you, then I'm going to kill you.”
Oh goody. I love interrogations.”

 “Prime function. Destroy,” the machine said right over his head.
Wonderful,” Hunter groaned, “I have a pet.”

 “Prime function. Destroy,” it said with a note of satisfaction.
That's going to get annoying real fast.”

 “I like stalking people. Why is your skin blue?”

 “Where did you come from?” Leech muttered.
From my mom. Same as most babies. Where did you come from?”

 “Leech! Atlas! Bullet! Any other living human being out there! I'm losing my mind! And I'm hungry!”

 “Here,” she said. She put it at the foot of his bed. “Will ya stop yellin' now?”
Maybe. If you want to guarantee it, you could not kill me tomorrow.”

 “Someone go sit on the washer before it walks across the room again!”
There was a long silence, then Ember shouting, “Fine! I guess I'll do it again! Kind of funny ya always get the skinniest one to sit on it!”
I wouldn't be so sure of that, sis!” Atlas laughed. “You're getting' a little wide in the rear end.”
This was followed by a thump and then Atlas' yelp of pain.

It lasted for only a couple seconds, then everything returned to normal and Dean saw Leech standing over Hunter, holding a hand clasped firmly over his mouth. Hunter kept kicking him but Leech didn't seem to notice.
Oh look,” Dean said, “we're all friends.”

 TADA!

 Now I have to go and write or I will get behind.

  Quote is from Agents of SHIELD, when Fitz was being too literal and his adorable Scottish genus self.


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Friday, November 14, 2014

"He's your dad - your space dad!"

 I have three things happening today. I won't list them in order of importance because they don't have any such order. I will just do them as they randomly bounce around in my head.

 The wonderfully talented Jaye L. Knight is revealing the cover for her second book today, The King's Scrolls.

About the Book

Amazing cover, right?!

Following the harrowing events that brought them to Landale Forest, Jace and Kyrin have settled comfortably into their new lives and the mission of protecting those under the emperor’s persecution. The fast approach of winter brings with it the anticipation of a quiet few months ahead. That is until the arrival of four mysterious, dragon-riding cretes who seek aid in a mission of great importance—not only to their own people, but to all followers of Elôm.

Hidden in the vast mining valley north of Valcré, a faithful crete has spent years sharing his knowledge with the destitute miners and their families and is known to possess what may be Arcacia’s last surviving copies of the King’s Scrolls—the Word of Elôm. Joining the cretes, those in Landale must find the crete teacher and bring him to safety, but it is a race against time. Should Daican’s men find him first, execution and the destruction of the Scrolls is certain.

When disaster strikes, all seems lost. Could Elôm have a plan even in the enemy’s triumph?


About the Author


Jaye L. Knight is a homeschool graduated indie author with a passion for writing Christian fantasy and clean new adult fiction. Armed with an active imagination and love for adventure, Jaye weaves stories of truth, faith, and courage with the message that even in the deepest darkness, God’s love shines as a light to offer hope. She has been penning stories since the age of eight and resides in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.

You can connect with Jaye on her website, blog, Facebook, Google+, and Twitter.


Giveaway
To celebrate her revealing of the cover, Jaye is giving away one of her handcrafted quill pen necklaces and a $5 Amazon gift card! Enter for a chance to win using the form below! U.S. entries only pleasehttp://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/1f7330c113/)




Excerpt (Including the excerpt in your post is entirely optional.)

The other younger crete took a swig of his coffee and set his eyes past her. Kyrin peeked over her shoulder at Kaden who, of course, was staring at the dragon. The female creature stared back in mutual interest.
“Go ahead,” the crete said suddenly. “You can touch her. She loves attention, and she’ll only attack if I tell her to.” A sly glint sparkled in his spring-green eyes.
Besides Jace, Kyrin had never seen anyone with such bright and colorful eyes as these cretes.
Kaden looked at him, his brows rising. “You can do that?”
The crete nodded. “Dragons are highly intelligent. You can teach them almost any command. Storm here is young, but she learns fast.”
Kyrin smiled at the delight in her brother’s eyes as he stepped closer to the dragon and ran his hand over her bluish-gray neck scales. A grin split his face.
“She’s so smooth. Kyrin, come and feel it.”
Kyrin stepped to his side and laid her hand on the dragon. The scales were indeed very smooth, reminding her of the polished marble stair-railings in Auréa Palace, but they weren’t cold. Warmth radiated through them. The dragon, still watching them, let out a little rumble, almost like a giant cat’s purr.
“I told you she liked attention,” the crete said, grinning.
Kyrin chuckled and glanced at Jace to see if he wanted to touch the dragon, but he made no move to come closer. This certainly had more to do with the crete than the dragon. He was very fond of any type of animal. She faced the crete again.
“So they can breathe fire?”
“For short bursts, but that’s usually all it takes to deter any threat.”
“That’s incredible,” Kaden breathed.
While he continued admiring Storm, Kyrin observed the dragon’s rider. He appeared to be in his early to mid-twenties—about ten years younger than Captain Darq—though his exact age was impossible to guess. Cretes were said to mature faster than humans, so he could be anywhere from seventeen to twenty-five. He too wore a sleeveless jerkin. Brown tattoos, a little darker than his skin, marked both shoulders. Darq and the other cretes had them as well, but Kyrin hadn’t taken a good look at them until now. This man’s were a complicated pattern of spirals and dots, but the shape of a fox stood out in the center of his right shoulder.
Though she tried to be discreet, he must have caught her studying him and suddenly extended his hand to her. “I’m Talas, by the way. Talas Folkan of the Fox Clan.”


 Second, Christmas at the Tittleton's, my new favorite Christmas story, is on sale now through Christmas. BUY HERE. I highly recommend it.

 Lastly, this is day too of Bella's NaNo Blog Party.

 Today we introduce characters, and there is even a tag to go with it. 

 1. Who is your main character?
 I have two. Brothers Hunter and Dean Kemp.

 2. What is your character's age and what is his point in the story?
 Hunter is sixteen and Dean is thirteen. Hunter's point would be to keep Dean safe and sprout out random facts about history. Dean's point is to make Hunter's point difficult and demand food every other page.

 3. What does your character look like?
 Both brothers have brown hair and eyes. Hunter is tall and kind of lanky, and he looks like a history nerd every time he uses his reading glasses. He is unassuming. Appears laid back and sweet. He usually is, unless Dean is in trouble.
 Dean looks like a miniature Rambo whenever he carries his rifle. He is usually always smiling or laughing, especially when he's annoying people - which he is really good at because he is a little brother.

 4. What are some of your character's best qualities?
 Hunter's best quality is how he is always looking out for Dean. He would do anything to keep his little brother safe. 
 Dean's is always being cheerful, even when things get bad. He can lighten up any situation.

 5. What are some of your character's worse qualities?
 Hunter's stems from his best. If anyone hurts his brother it takes him a long time to forgive them. He can hold a grudge for years if Dean is involved.
 Dean's would be his fear, which he keeps hidden. He'd be better off if he'd admit when he is scared and letting someone help, but he keeps it all to himself and it makes everything worse.

 6. What is one thing you don't like about your character?
 Hm...I have no answer for this yet. Well, maybe their stubbornness. Both are insanely stubborn. It hasn't come out yet, but it will soon and I think it will drive me crazy when it does.

 7. What is one thing about your character you admire?
 Both listed above in best qualities.

 8. Who is/ are your side characters?
 Leech. He is a grumpy outsider who "finds" the brothers and ends up traveling with them. He has anger issues, among other things, but he's growing on me. 

 9. What is your side character's age and what is his point in the story?
 Leech is nineteen. And I suppose his point is to bring out this message I hadn't originally planned on. But he has other points too. Such as annoying Hunter, getting annoyed by Dean, and zapping giant machines.

 10. What does your character look like?
 Because he was exposed to all the deadly gasses during the bombings, Leech's skin has a blueish tint to it, and his hair and eyes are white.

 11. What are some of your character's best qualities?
 He ends up doing the right thing before it's too late. (Which, you know, always comes in handy.)

 12. His worst qualities?
 Spoiler alert, but he has a pretty bad bad quality. And his temper.

 13. What is one thing you don't like about your character?
 The spoiler thing.

 14. What is one thing about him your admire?
 That he does what is right in the end, even though it isn't easy for him and loses him the only family he has at the time.

 15. What are your characters relationships to each other?
 Brotherly. And all that entails. So all the jokes, bickering, pranks, and looking out for each other. 

 And, TADA! There are the fellas. Now I am going to try and get some writing done.

 Quote is from Doctor Who.


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Thursday, November 13, 2014

"Don't be lasagna."

 Today I am taking part in BELLA'S Three Day NaNo Blog Party!

 The rules for today is to talk about the world in which (whoever is joining in) NaNo's book takes place in.

 So here is mine.

 Mine is set about 50 years into the future. Most of it takes place in Canada, which is where the two brothers are from. It's a world that has been stomped on my giant steam machines and blown up by bombs. 
 Kind of like this

Because it looks cooler when it is all covered with moss

Or this


 As I mentioned before...several times...giant machines are running rampant over everything. They think they are in control of everything and get to crush whatever they want. (All because they are bigger than the humans.) The bombs were supposed to destroy them but that didn't work as well as everyone hoped and most of the machines are still working.

 Other things are running too. Cars. Jeeps. Well, let's go with jeeps, since that is the only thing the characters drive. Electricity works in places, but you can never be sure if it will work in every building you enter. (In other words, lanterns come in handy.)

 Not only did machines survive the bombings, but some humans and animals did as well. The animals are now slightly rapid...and not the kind you'd want for pets. The humans aren't rabid - nor zombie like if anyone is wondering - just grumpy.

In the valleys and low spots, deadly gasses have gathered, so it isn't safe to go there. The people who survived live in the mountains and at higher ground.

 And that is the extent I have right now. Also I am really sleepy, so trying to think of more is taking more brain power than I have. So I will leave you with a quote from Doctor Who and slam a door in your face.


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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

"I still don't understand why you're in charge." "Basically it's the eyebrows."

 Most of the best quotes make no sense when taken out of context. (Though sometimes they make no sense in context as well.) Today I thought I'd share some of my favourites.

 "Don't answer to 'twinke-toes'! It's not manly." "Says the guy who's belt matches his bag."

"I shall simply deny you the throne and...live, forever!"

"Don't cats always land on their feet?" "No! That's a rumor made by dogs!"

"Be nice to this woman who invited us into her, tent." "Says the man who pushed a woman out of a train."

"Did you just kill my wife?! Did you kill my new wife?!"

"Be careful, I don't want to loose you too." "Me either, let's just stay good friends."

"Not mum?" "That's you. 'Also Not Mum' that's me and everyone else is 'Peasants.' Unfortunate."

"It's simple," said the Voice, "I'm an invisible man." "Tell us something I don't know."

"Hold him! He's got my trousers! And every stitch of the Vicar's clothes!"

"Your father was a computer and your mother an encyclopedia."

"He called to tell me he'd been murdered. He said we'd talk at the party." "How will he arrive? In a Hurst?"

"That's a lot of money. Where are you heading? The Bahamas? South America? The moon?"

"The Garden of Eden was just outside Moscow."

I should know what I'm like! I'm with me almost constantly!

"So, we're all men of our word. Except for Elizabeth who is, in fact, a woman."

"Kiggs was woefully cheerful for a man who could not have gotten more then four hours of sleep."

"I found you." "You knocked a building down on me."

"Let me buy you a drink." "But they're free." "That's why I'm buying."

"Just curious how much I'm going for these days."

"Pity I'm not the fainting type." "Pity I'm not the catching type."

"Before you say anything I'd like to remind you that I'm holding an ax."

"Did you see the love light in Spock's eyes? The right computer finally came along."

"Every time we go into a restaurant she steals an ashtray. It's very embarrassing in my line of work."

"They'd be like, 'I'm gonna kill you!' And I'd be like *dead* and they'd be like, 'Oh, he's dead, let's go kill someone else.'"

"Just because I take Gus's giant dinosaur head down to a dead body does not make me a nut job."

"I'm trying to thank you, you Pointy eared hobgoblin!"

"You're just going to tell him that his new lady friend is a troll?"

"Think of your wives and children!" "None of you are married!"

"I'll catch the thief or die in the attempt." "Can't you do both?"

"Fitz wants to know if you packed any snacks."

"Hail his Majesty, the scourge of my life."

"He talks to himself sometimes because he's the only one who understands what he's talking about."

"I'll be late." "For a shelf?"

"He's your dad - your space dad!"

"Sherman, I absolutely forbid you to fight in the Trojan War." "It's not fair! All my friends are fighting in the Trojan War!"

"Can we for once die without all this bickering?"


 TADA! What are some of your favourite taken out of context quotes? Do you have any from your own books?

 Title quote is from Doctor Who


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Sunday, November 09, 2014

"It's an ear hat, John."

 I meant to post on Friday. But on Wednesday afternoon I got really tired at work. By evening I had no appetite and was running a slight fever. The fever got worse and lasted until last night when it finally broke. I'm now just trying to recover from all the side effects - headache, queasiness, dizziness, and cough. You know, all that fun flu stuff.

 And that is why I didn't post on Friday. Because I felt like I was on my death bed and should be writing out my will. (Okay, not quiet, but close enough.)

 I did make it through Big Hero 6, which my whole family and some realities had been planning on seeing. I took my cloak and then wrapped up in all the unused coats various family members ditched during the movie. It was worth it. I have a review coming soon, but till then...if you haven't seen it I highly recommend it. It's a great movie.

 I also got behind on my NaNo word count, but that's to be expected. I attempted to write some, and even read, but in the end I gave up and watched cartoons. (You don't need metal powers to watch cartoons. That is one reason cartoons were invited.)

 I am trying to write right now. I let the last chapter in one of those evil cliff hangers and feel it is only right to work towards fixing it. However, every time I go to write I just stare at the screen for fifteen or so minutes and type out a word or two. Doing a post should count towards something. In fact, once I am done with this I think I will give up all attempts at writing and go watch more cartoons.

 I did experience what it is like to toss and turn all night. It wasn't fun, not like they make it sound in books, but on the bright side I can add it to more book research. And I plan to take my misery out on some of my characters - because what else would I do with a bad flu? I'm an Author, this is what we do.

 There, that's the best I can do right now.

 I'll be back when I feel less like a zombie. 

 Quote is from Sherlock

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Wednesday, November 05, 2014

"I'm Doctor Idiot!"

 Today I am pleased to take part in Rachel Heffington's Tour? Is it a tour? Blog party? Her grand and big announcement that her newest book, Anon, Sir Anon is out there for the world to read! I'm hoping I got the right day. If not, I am greatly sorry for the mix up.

 But I have a guest post she sent in to me and some links which will take you to the book. (I read and reviewed this book HERE!!! if anyone is interested in my thoughts on it.)

Fantastic cover, right? I love her covers.


GUEST POST! 

 Top Ten Things Non-Writers Misunderstand - Invitation to edit

#1: The Need For Access to Paper And Pen. Always. Chances are, you’ve been in the position of having inspiration slap you across the face...and been entirely unable to write it down because you either don’t carry a purse, or you left your notebook at home in your bedroom. On occasion, you have a receipt but no pen, or a pen that is out of ink, or else you have only a pencil and not only has it drawn all over the lining of your purse, but it also won’t mark on the slick paper the receipt is made of. These are terrible times and the writer is reduced to begging her mind on the figurative bended-knee to retain the stellar idea.
#2: The Reason You’re Staring. No, you don’t think they are some terribly hot stuff (well, that’s debatable) and they don’t have mustard on their chin. They do, however, probably have an interesting scar, tattoo, eye-color, or nose and you’re already working them into your next piece of flash-fiction.
#3: How Deeply You’re Absorbed in Your Book. A couple weeks back, I was reading aloud a mystery to my younger sister. I forgot we were in October, and the way the light came through the trees was so consistent with the New Year’s Day setting of the novel, I assumed there was snow on the ground in my world. Surprising to look out the window and see it was still autumn. I’m telling you, non-writers fairly-often forget that we go another level deeper than most readers and become totally absorbed.
#4: The Reason Their Food is Burned. While finishing reading The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society, I burned the grilled cheese. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about making lunch for my siblings--of course I cared. That’s why I had given up my upside-down position in the easy chair--but the words were more important that the food at that moment. If I burn your food (and trust me, it is a RARE occurrence) it is not because I’m a bad cook or don’t care how hungry you are. If you hang tight, I’ll probably be able to recommend a really awesome book for you to read.
#5: What You Mean By Correcting Their Grammar. It isn’t that you are a grammar Nazi (are you?) or that you really think they are ignorant, lazy, sardine-nibblers. It’s far more likely that you just finished Round Four of revisions and can’t bear the idea of one more misused word, even outside of your WIP.
#6: You Are Researching, Not Eavesdropping. It’s a legit thing. Trust me on this.
#7: Actually, Some People Do Get Those References. When you watch a movie, the literary references sifted into the dialog are not lost on you. You are the viewer these people bank on. Kudos to you for your wide reading experience! Now you can clue in your friends.
#8: Why You Have A Photo Collection Of Good-Looking Men (Or Women) Pinned To Your Wall. You have probably experienced it before: the “Are you seriously that creepy?” look that a friend gives when they walk into your bedroom and see your inspiration wall. Now’s your chance to explain all the characters, all the plot lines, and all the reasons that face was the perfect face. Your chance is now. Your only chance. Make good on it.
#9: Your Ability To Jump From Topic To Topic In Conversation. No, you’re not ADD. You’re not abnormally flighty. In fact, your stream of consciousness makes total sense to you. Given the opportunity, you can absolutely recite to them exactly which roads you took to connect baby penguins, Agents of SHIELD, the Obama administration, and that obscure breed of dogs bred for inns called “turn-spits.” There was a legitimate connection, believe us.

#10: Your Fascination With Historical Places. You probably aren’t in it for the little green roadside plaques, though you want to stop to read each one. Your mind has jumped centuries back and is perusing the stories behind those plaques and places...and rummaging up a way to use them in a story while simultaneously gauging how much research work it would take.

 In the words of those sale's men type people...BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!

Back Cover Blurb:
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. 

Author Bio:
Rachel Heffington is a novelist, a nanny, and a people-lover living in rural Virginia with her family and black cat, Cricket. Her first novel, Fly Away Home, was independently published in February of 2014, while her novella, The Windy Side of Care, was published by Rooglewood Press in the Five Glass Slippers anthology in June of 2014. Visit Rachel online at www.inkpenauthoress.blogspot.com

Giveaway: Cozy Quagmire Party Pack

Enter to win a complete party in a box! The Cozy Quagmire Party Pack includes everything you’ll need to have an evening worthy of guests such as Vivi, Farnham, and Dr. Breen. Prize includes P.G. Tips (my favorite British black tea), a $5 Panera Bread gift-card for toasting-bread, a Yankee candle, matchbook, and a paperback copy of Anon, Sir, Anon.

And the links
Amazon (Kindle)

Also, before I go, another book has been released to the market, this time in its paperback form. It is Pienlune by Jennifer Freitag.

Synopsis
The fate of Plenilune hangs on the election of the Overlord, for which Rupert de la Mare and his brother are the only contenders, but when Rupert's unwilling bride-to-be uncovers his plot to murder his brother, the conflict explodes into civil war.

To assure the minds of the lord-electors of Plenilune that he has some capacity for humanity, Rupert de la Mare has been asked to woo and win a lady before he can become the Overlord, and he will do it-even if he has to kidnap her.

En route to Naples to catch a suitor, Margaret Coventry was not expecting a suitor to catch her.

 Lastly, Ashlee Willis is holding a give away for her book The Word Changers. This is one of the books I read over the summer and reviewed and fell in love with. MY REVIEW. I highly recommend it to everyone. You can find out more about it on her blog, HERE!!

 As you can see, a lot of wonderful books coming out!

 I got the quote from my friend because I caught the flu and didn't feel like trying to think of one myself. So I don't remember what episode it is from. 


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