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On the eve of destiny, the fate of the champions are in the hands of those they once called Enemy.

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Hated and distrusted, Queen Trinity must leave the shadows and reach for redemption.

With their final battle on the horizon, the champions are faced with a long-lost piece of the prophecy. Unable to search for the crests that are rumored to be the key to survival, they must turn to a band of their former enemies for help. Sinister desires and hopes for redemption collide as Queen Trinity of the Chaos Elves leads the hunt and struggles to keep her companions on the path of heroism. Monsters, traps, mysteries, and their own pasts will rise up to stand in the way of these people who have spent their entire lives committing sins. Throughout it all, another old enemy is lurking in the shadows and determined to claim her own delicious prize.

By the end of their journey, those who survive will learn that being a hero is more than simply stepping into the light.

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Excerpt: The Aura Syphon

A gurgling causes the two women to pause and look into the pit where the shadows are swirling among the jagged stones. Two black tentacles lance out of the ground and wrap around Yola’s waist, the ooze-dripping projections turning silver at the taste of her magic. Attracted to the stronger energy, the aura syphon yanks the immortal into its slime-covered maw and becomes a metallic beast. With its armored skin, the camouflaged predator is now visible and resembles a sea anemone with the body of a beetle. The jagged rocks are fused to the animal’s exoskeleton and there are six jointed legs that help it scurry out of the pit. Standing over Trinity, the creature opens a faint crease on its body to reveal a bulbous eye with a star-shaped pupil. It pauses to shove a few tentacles into its mouth and hit Yola with pulses of electricity to stop her from struggling. It changes from silver to gold when she attempts to break free, her efforts being quickly drained by the monster.

“Let the crazy woman go before you get killed,” Trinity whispers to the aura syphon. She creates a fireball in the hopes of getting its mouth open, but her spell is ignored. “No reason to have a snack when you have an eternal meal in your belly. Maybe we can have a trade. Can’t believe I’m trying to bargain with this thing. Well, I gave you a chance, so I’m going to blow you up before things get worse. Hope you heard that Yola and are bracing yourself.”

The beast gurgles before releasing a blast of sticky strands that lock Trinity in place. Instead of going after the trapped chaos elf, the creature turns its attention to the helpless army. Having had its fill of magic, the aura syphon is ready to gorge on fresh meat and opens a second mouth that is filled with knife-like teeth. Heading for Sir Harbiss, it is stopped when a chunk of earth erupts beneath it and flips it back into the pit. Unsure of where the attack came from, the aura syphon leaps out and reveals several eye stalks that search for an unseen enemy. A cutting wind lops off half of the projections, but Yola’s potent energy revives them and protects the crystalline armor plates. When the spell comes back around, it bounces off the new defense and bursts against a hill. Blasts of fire strike the beast from behind, so it sprouts a fan-shaped tail of water that douses the flames.

Looking around, the aura syphon stops when it sees that Trinity is nowhere to be seen and there is a hole where she once stood. Spikes grow from the predator’s belly and it slams against the ground in the hopes of impaling the chaos elf. The hiss of escaping gas is heard an instant before an explosion sends the shrieking animal into the sky. Careening towards a solitary cloud that is very low to the ground, the beast catches the scent of an aura that revives the one currently in its gut. Passing through the cloud, it finds its legs caught in a net that runs down to where Trinity is hiding behind a hill. With enhanced strength, the channeler slams the aura syphon into the ground and delivers a leaping stomp to its soft upper body. Instead of ejecting Yola, the creature opens its skin to swallow the chaos elf’s leg up the knee.

“Fine. Backup plan it is,” Trinity mutters, synching her aura to that of the imprisoned immortal.

Releasing as much magic as she can without killing herself, the channeler creates a power surge within the aura syphon. Unable to absorb or redirect so much energy at once, the predator tries to reject the grinning chaos elf. Plunging her fingers into its flesh, Trinity refuses to be thrown off and continues her assault. Blisters appear on the hard exoskeleton and the metallic color flakes off to reveal the natural black of the tentacles. Without warning, the gold returns and the animal explodes with enough force to collapse the ground. Before she can escape, the channeler falls into the pit and is buried beneath the icy dirt.

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Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

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The Book of My World, on #LisaBurtonRadio

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Attention all you writers and dreamers, lovers and readers, avatars and NPCs. You’ve reached Lisa Burton Radio, the only show on the airwaves that interviews characters from the books you love. I’m your host, Lisa the robot girl. Today, I’m proud to welcome my very special guest, Tiernan Hartwell. “Welcome to the show, Tiernan.”

“Ah, hello, Lisa. I’m happy you’ve agreed to see me and help me find Dyre.”

“Tiernan, my bio says you’re on a self imposed quest to find the woman you love. My interns leave something to be desired. Does this mean you’re looking for any old woman to love, or is someone special missing?”

“No, no…hardly any old woman at all. She’s a loan goddess, one of our champions loaned from another world to help us fight against our greatest foes. Without them, we would have been crushed under Llyr’s might. But she’s not the only one of them missing, they all are.”

“It sounds like a pretty worthy mission. What’s your next move.”

“I…I don’t know. Somehow, some way, I need to make my way to her world, to find her, to make sure she’s okay, even though it’s never been done before. They come here, we never go there. Something must have gone wrong, she would have never left us…me…like this. I don’t even know if it’s possible, though. I’m not the right sort of mage to do this, it would take years to learn what I need to know…”

“Sounds to me like someone needs a steaming hot mug of Man the Hell Up here. She could be in trouble. If you don’t rescue her, who will?”

“No one will. No one else can. I just don’t know if it’s possible.”

“This sounds like there’s more here than a soldier rescuing his aristocratic master from peril. you have feelings for Dyre, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. Dyre…well, she made me everything that I am now. I love her, I’ve been with her for a decade…my entire adult life. She is everything, life without her is empty. I can’t imagine having gone through this, to be victorious, and then not have her here to celebrate it. She won, we won, she should be here to see the fruits of that. All of that. We owe it to her. I owe it to her.”

“Well, you have to go after her. What’s your next move?”

“It…well, it might be possible. I’d have to go back to Llyr, the kingdom we fought…there’s a font of great power there. But it’s dangerous, there are a great many terrible things left behind from the war. The friends who could help me do this are few…I can only think of one or two who could even try to make the journey to that font. After that, it would only be me. I’d have to do it alone. And…well, I’ve never done anything alone in my life. Dyre was the one who made the decisions. The one who took all of the risks. I just followed her. I’ve always just followed her lead. But I’d do anything to be at her side again. Even if things change, even if she has a man from her own world, someone who is able to be what I couldn’t be for her… I would still want to be in her household. It’s my place. It’s what I was forged to be. I am adrift here, I have no meaning or use alone.”

“Awww, poor guy. Why are you still here?”

“I am…afraid. This has never been done before. Dyre is a warrior, and I’ve been trained to be a warrior’s companion. I kill our enemies. I burned down that which stood in our way. I’ve never, ever been taught to do portal magic. I don’t even know if I can. If I can’t, I will not survive the attempt. But I can’t survive staying here, no matter how fine a place she has left me in. What good is luxury when I feel dead inside now?”

“Those are some terrible choices. Give up an accomplished and comfortable life completely, for only a chance to be with the woman you love. I feel so bad for you. I wish you all the luck in the world in deciding what to do. Do you have any closing remarks for our listeners today?”

“Wish me well. I know that, either way, nobody here will know if I make it or not.  But I have to try. Maybe I can find her and bring her back. Maybe I can’t, but there’s only one way to find out, and that is to do this.”

“You can read all about Tiernan’s decision, and his adventures, in The Book of My World, by Melissa Cuevas. I’ll include the purchase link on the website.

“It would really help Tiernan and Melissa out if you would use those sharing buttons on the way out today. It helps out my show too, so I appreciate all of you.

For Tiernan and Dyre, and for Lisa Burton Radio, I’m Lisa Burton.”

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Blurb: Ten years ago, with the rise of the Llyrian threat, Mirach’s champions had come from their home world to stand in her defense as their ancestors had centuries before. Tiernan Hartwell’s life had changed then when he had been chosen as a holy companion to one of these champions, the great loan goddess Dyre Wrathbourne. He’d stood at her side for a decade, fighting for her and fighting for his own people during the darkest of times…or so he’d thought. But now he understood the true darkest of times with the sudden disappearance of the loan gods from his world, and the loss of the woman that he had built his heart and life around.

He has one choice…accept her loss, carry on with his life, or to challenge the very fabric of magic and his society by going after her, to bridge the gap between his world and hers.

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The Drowned Tower, on Lisa Burton Radio

Don’t touch that dial. You’ve found Lisa Burton Radio, the only show that interviews the characters you love to read about. I’m your host, Lisa the robot girl, and my special guest today is Jacques Dace. He’s currently locked in a tower under the sea. “Welcome to the show, Jacques.”

“Just Jack actually, and it’s a pleasure.”

“Alright, Jack. Tell our listeners how you came to be locked up in, I believe it’s called the Drowned Tower.”

“Oh, that wonderful place. If you must know, my parents are both… important people I suppose is the word, though busy works just as well. Regardless, that doesn’t change the fact that there are so many capable of using magic in this world—or practitioners as we call them. But with so many greenhorns, there aren’t enough Masters to properly teach them all. So, my parents had the brilliant idea of sending me to the Drowned Tower for better private training. There are a ton of Masters there that would kill for the chance to personally mentor the son of Leonas Dace.”

“Learning things is good. Locking you up sounds a bit extreme though. Is this for your own safety, because it’s under water?”

“Ha, I wish! Those old codgers in the Drowned Tower’s Assembly are just so afraid of us deserting and doing something awful that they decided to restrict our freedom. It’s baseless fear of the unknown. Nothing more, everything less. You should see the rest of the practitioners in the Tower! All pale-skinned and petrified by the sun.

“Though we are allowed out sometimes… some of us anyway. Mostly those specifically chosen by the Assembly to help deal with their… problems. I’d love to elaborate on this, but—I can’t. Confidentiality and all. The Assembly will have my neck if I do, and I’m already shoulder-deep in the wrong side with them.

“But really, of all the places my parents could send me, they choose the Drowned Tower! Was the Weeping Grove not an option? Or the Red Veld? At least they allow some semblance of freedom.

“Creator, those two have more than a few screws loose. I swear I’ll change my world as soon as I get the chance to return to the Diamond Alps. That’s the only place you can get anything done in this godforsaken world.”

“Why don’t you just sneak out and go to one of the other schools?”

“If only it was that easy. A long time ago this practitioner named… well, let’s just call him, ‘Old Bag A,’ so I’m not reprimanded for directly slandering his name. Anyway, he made this nifty little curse called, the Demar Spell. It’s a dream for all stalkers out there. Let’s the caster know where the casted is at all times. It’s used by all the schools, though some use it more often than others.

“I won’t go into the specifics about how the spell works, but I’ll tell you this—in the Tower, running off without one is enough to warrant a call to the Hunters. They round you up and send you down to the lower floors where the old dungeons are. I hate that place. It smells like old fear and iron. There are rats there the size of my head. They like to gnaw on your clothes while you sleep.

“Run off enough times and you’ll get sent away to a… <swallows>… special place.”

“It can’t be all that bad. Maybe the Drowned Tower is a really good school, too. Surely you graduate eventually and get to leave. Think of it more like a stint in the Army, or in the Tower’s case, Navy.”

“It’s a good school alright—for a certain kind of practitioner that is. The only escape from the Drowned Tower is by becoming a Master or receiving an invitation to the Diamond Alps up north. Trust me when I say that there are those that have spent their lives trying and failing to even be noticed by the Elders in the Alps. Those demented old bags can’t even stop squabbling long enough to notice the rest of the world around them. All they do is sit, smile, and lie to each other. I’ve vowed to never be like that. I don’t lie.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Not even a tiny kind of joke lie?”

“Never.”

“Let’s test that, shall we? Do you think I’m cute?”

“Ye—Wait, what? For the love of… what kind of question is… how did we even get here? <cough> Okay, fine, just to prove that I never lie… yes. Yes, I do.”

“My bio says you have a very close relationship with someone named Sylvie. What do you think she’d say about that?”

Vaklas in an den! Those rumors again! Where’d you hear that one from? That turkey, Tiv? Or no… I bet it was from those new practitioners they brought in yesterday. Gossip travels faster than light.

“Really though, us… close? That’s rich. Sylvie has the talent to change things, yet decides to remain as languid as a fish that never goes against the current. It’s… infuriating. She has a good head on her shoulders though, knows when to draw near and when to back down, and when she is interested in something, her focus tunnels into the immedi—anyway, I’m just helping her figure something out about this Heartstone she found topside a few days ago.

“She didn’t even know what it was at first. I don’t blame her though. The one she found is creepy. There’s… something strange inside it. A woman? Or just her conscience? I can’t exactly describe what it is, but then again I don’t want to. It makes Her seem more… real. She knows things though. Old, ancient truths that could spin the world on its head.”

“Do you think you can trust Her, meaning the spirit in the stone?”

“I don’t know. But it’s not really something I want to put my trust in. I mean, a spirit trapped in some common stone, promising me knowledge and power in exchange for—it just sounds too good to be true.

“Besides, what’s the point of achieving something if I don’t do it with my own strength? I’ve been training for a long time now, and it’s finally time for me to put those skills to the test. The Drowned Tower’s been alive with talk about the Elder from the north that arrived in a few ticks back. They say it’s for a Choosing. Those that get chosen will accompany him back to the Diamond Alps. I’m not going to miss this chance.

“So you kids are going to butter up this Elder, in hopes that he’ll take you away as the champion of this Choosing. I think you have a math problem. There’s two of you and only one winner. How are you going to get around that?”

“Well, the number of people that gets chosen actually depends on the Elder and the Drowned Tower’s Assembly. It can range anywhere between all of us to none of us. In any case, I’ve already told Sylvie about my plans, and honestly, I have no idea what’s running through that head of hers. She claims to be uninterested in the whole affair, yet she plans to run anyway. Granted, she was ordered to by—ugh! Never mind. I don’t even want to think about him.

“All I can say for now is that I’m helping Sylvie figure out the secret behind that stone and waiting endlessly for the Elder to call those he thinks capable of fulfilling his task. Patience isn’t exactly my… strongest quality. And I think that damn Elder is stalling on purpose. I can only guess the kind of job he’ll give. Hopefully nothing too… bloody. Thelarius knows we’ve got enough of that on our hands.

“Personally, I’m rooting for a simple face-off against the others or something that’ll allow us to go topside. This place is suffocating.”

“I wish you guys the best of luck. Maybe a new school would change your perspective of the world. Any closing thoughts for our listeners today?”

“If any of you can hear that thing in the Heartstone, give me or Sylvie a shout, will you? Spirits are apparently selective with their audience, and just for the record, I… or rather we aren’t insane. It’s really there! And it’s awfully annoying. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it a thousand more times: I don’t lie.”

“You can find out whether Jack and Sylvie actually manage to change their world by picking up a copy of Heartstone, The Drowned Tower. I’ll include all the pertinents on the website.

“Don’t forget to use those sharing buttons after the show. I’m sure Jack and Nicholas would appreciate it, and they’d do the same for you.

“If you’d like one of your characters to appear on Lisa Burton Radio, drop me a line. I always need guests. For Lisa Burton Radio, I’m Lisa Burton.”

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Book Blurb:

“If the future was bared before you, would it still be yours?

If the past could chase you, would you run from it?
If the world crumbled tonight, would you carve your own?”

Freedom is out of the question for practitioners of the Institute, and any supporters otherwise are dealt with violently. A system Sylvie Sirx neither refutes, nor endorses—born from an enviable family, talented in her skills, and entirely too content with her position, her path has always been a straight one… until now.

Her qualifications backfire when an elder from the north descends upon her home for a Choosing. He calls upon the Drowned Tower’s most sought after practitioners for a simple job that ends in blood, and then Sylvie’s blissful world erupts. She finds herself in the company of the Elementalist, Jacques Dace, an insufferable but deadly enthusiast of personal reform. Together, they’re swept into a spiral of powerful magic and ancient grudges. Where truth bends, stones whisper secrets of the past, and their home lies at the heart of what could very well be Ferus Terria’s next recorded war.

And for once, she is forced to choose a side, learning for herself what it means to master fate.

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The Bow of Hart Saga

I’m thrilled to have P. H. Solomon over today. He’s been here before, but it’s been a long while. I thoroughly enjoyed The Bow of Destiny, and I’ll bet you would too. I’ll let P. H. tell you about his works and what offers he has this week.

Hello to everyone and thanks to Craig for hosting me today. I’m P. H. Solomon and I’m a fantasy author, living in greater Birmingham, AL. It’s great to be a part of Story Empire and be on the Roadshow this week. I hope you’ll enjoy all the stops and authors this week and look at our books. To see our schedule and information about our prizes, please click to our Roadshow page and see where we are making appearances each day. This week I’m giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card to the most active commenter.

As I mentioned yesterday, The Bow of Hart Saga is the culmination of several decades of development through several different versions. One of the main points of that development was that the original book was named An Arrow Against the Wind which is now actually the second book due out later this month. When I rebooted this series several years ago, I decided several things about the original one needed heavy revision which meant that the book needed to be split into two books. That meant re-developing the book into two separate books that birthed The Bow of Destiny.

One of the other decisions I made meant facing the quality of my previous effort. It was at best out of date with current style for fantasy and, therefore, not very good writing. I faced this squarely and started learning better ways to develop and write the series. Because of that, I landed on using deep point-of-view and dialogue in context of character actions. But more than that, I had to learn to improve the characterization.

The result was The Bow of Destiny which was been pretty well-received to this point. It has sold in the thousands and was chosen as the 2016 Book of the Year by the fantasy review site, Fantasia Reviews. It’s also garnered some other attention that has started opening more doors for the series and other projects – but these are still in the works so I can’t detail them just yet.

However, as several of my recent commentary posts (commentary part 1 & part 2) have discussed, the book opens with a rather difficult character in a confusing situation. How I landed on this opening took a long time but ended up being rather daring because I’m asking the reader to get very close to Athson very quickly – so close that you get rather confused along with him. That’s something with which some readers have struggled but to which many others have responded very favorably. So I came up with a challenging character in a challenging situation and worked to get him moving into the adventure in ways that continually grind on him to the very end. It became a very deeply personal tale for Athson and I hope it’s one that takes readers down his path of struggle. The blurb states the premise of the book very well:

Haunted by his past. Hunted in the present. Uncertain what is real.

Athson has seen things that aren’t there and suffered fits since being tragically orphaned as a child at the hands of trolls and Corgren the wizard. When a strange will mentioning a mysterious bow comes into his possession, he’s not sure it’s real. But the trolls that soon pursue him are all too real and dangerous. And what’s worse, these raiders serve Corgren and his master, the hidden dragon, Magdronu, who are responsible for the destruction of his childhood home. Athson is drawn into a quest for the concealed Bow of Hart by the mystic Withling, Hastra, but Athson isn’t always sure what’s real and who his enemies are. With Corgren and Magdronu involved, Athson must face not only frequent danger but his grasp on reality and the reasons behind his tragic past.

The rest of the series twists along the opening theme toward an epic fantasy ending. Look for An Arrow Against the Wind to take Athson through even more personal challenges as he seeks to resolve the myriad situations in which he finds himself as he seek the Bow of Hart. But I’ll share some of that tomorrow.

Do you like discovering new indie authors? Do you like to wait to read an author until you see more reviews? Thanks for reading this post today and be sure to check out our schedule. While you’re here, feel free to have a look at my current book, The Bow of Destiny and the upcoming release of An Arrow Against the Wind.

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The Goblin Trilogy, on Lisa Burton Radio

You've found Lisa Burton Radio, the show that brings you the characters from books you love. We have a very special guest with us in the studio today. I'm your host, Lisa the robot girl, and my guest today is Haghuf the goblin. “Welcome to the show, Haghuf.”

“I trust your guest status is like ours, that none will attempt harm to me in your dwelling?”

“Of course. My bio tells me that you're hundreds of years old, and can legitimately call yourself a warrior, a scholar, and magician. That seems like a pretty full life. What did it take to draw you above ground, away from your library and apprentice?”

“I came to the surface for the first time in 800 of your years because a human was dancing in a time long after humans had forgotten magic and the power of The Dance. I discovered Count Anton, a magician who had become the ruler of the handful of humans who survived the last cataclysm. I've avoided humans since the goblin wars of old, but we found much to talk about and he respected the need for goblins to remain unknown from most humans.”

“Is this a case of, keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer?”

“Something like that. Anton and I have things in common, but he is still human. Humans have killed goblins whenever they meet and I would not bring danger to my people. We come from the same ancestors and can breed across species, yet they call us ugly and attempt to kill all goblins whenever humans discover we exist. It's better to let the stories fall into old legends and be thought imaginary.”


“You've got to admit there are similarities to the human beliefs in demons. It makes me wonder which came first; goblins from underground that caused them to make up demons, or belief in demons that were easily tagged onto goblins.”

“The Deep Dwellers, like myself, apparently frighten humans because we look very different. As you can see, my skin is green. I have strong ridges on my brow and a strong, square jaw. The bottom fangs upset them too, though I haven't bitten a human… yet. There are many like me. I suspect some were seen in the days when we exchanged younglings with humans, changelings, to strengthen the bloodlines of both.”

“Tell me about it. People are afraid of anything different. I have religious wackos who want to see me destroyed, just because I'm a robot. They're afraid I'll try to take over. Me, one robot girl. I am different in many ways, but I try really hard to fit in.”

“You should be like goblins. We learned to hide and to live underground to avoid humans. Only Those Who Provide come to the surface usually, the goblins who… source food supplies. “

“We could all learn a lot from each other. My library is called The Internet, and I'll bet you'd like it. I can access it at any time with a good wifi connection. Your library probably has things that would benefit us all too. Fear keeps us from sharing things that would help each other.”

“Anton is always pestering me for information about my people. I tell him what he needs to know, but no more. There is power in secrets and the less a human knows of goblin ways, the better. Remember that humans don't live very long. How can I trust future rulers not yet born? Recording information, whether it is in a book or on your Internet, makes that information available to anyone. I keep the books of magic safe. Other information, like how the planet turns and the history of our people is made known through the Storytelling.”

“The Storytelling?”

“It is a goblin custom. We gather. We share food. Whoever wishes to speak goes to the front of the cavern and tells us what they wish. Maybe something of what you call science. Maybe history. Maybe just a story from imagination or a telling of exploits from the surface or other grottos. News of significance. At some point someone will pick up a drum, followed by others, and we begin to dance in cadence with the rhythm of the planet. It becomes ecstatic, magical, and the females choose mates. We have too few young.”

“Haghuf, I really appreciate you taking time to visit with us today, and I wish you well in your attempts to keep the peace.”

“Keeping humans and goblins out of each other's worlds is the only way to keep peace.”

“The sponsor of today's show is The Goblin Trilogy, by Jaq D. Hawkins. If you'd like to know more about Haghuf and Anton, I'll include the links on the website. Now don't forget to use those sharing buttons, I'm sure Haghuf will appreciate it, and you'll appreciate it too when your character appears here.”

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Jaq D Hawkins is a published writer with 9 books in publication in the Mind, Body and Spirit field published by Capall Bann Publishing as well as four Fantasy novels in print and E-book; The Goblin Trilogy which consists of Dance of the Goblins, Demoniac Dance, and Power of the Dance (Combined Trilogy edition available in paperback and only on Amazon in ebook form), also the Steampunk book, The Wake of the Dragon, an airship pirate adventure among the opium trade in an alternative history, also available in audiobook. More coming soon.

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A saga spanning three generations in a feudal world governed by magicians.

 

Will you dare to enter a world of darkness among the goblins to join into The Dance?

Dance of the Goblins

The goblins lived unseen by man for many generations and were forgotten, consigned to legend, but a fluke sighting when a man wanders into the entrance of a forgotten underground transportation system revives an ancient war between the species, originated by misunderstanding and prejudice of a species which appears alien to the superstitious humans.

Demoniac Dance

A young girl running away from an unwanted marriage finds a new life among the mysterious magicians in the land across the river. What she didn’t bargain for is the presence of the goblins who have befriended her benefactors.

Power of the Dance

Khemael is a creature of beauty and grace with a mostly human appearance. His love of stretching his leather-like wings and flying freely in the world of men brings far too much attention to the existence of the goblins. Haghuf knows that the inevitable responsibility will fall to him to destroy Khemael who, in the world of the humans, would be called his grandson.

Worlds of magic await to be discovered in the complete series, The Goblin Trilogy!

 

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Aunt Ursula’s Atlas, on Lisa Burton Radio

Lucky you, you've just landed on Lisa Burton Radio, the only show out there featuring the characters from the stories you love. I'm your host, Lisa the robot girl, and today we have an interesting fairytale princess with us today. “Welcome to the show, Anatar.”

“Thank you, Lisa of Burton. It's a pleasure to be here.”

“My bio says you and your sister Eletay were orphans. How does an orphan get to be a princess? Were your parents banished or something?”

“No secret heiresses here, I'm afraid. Our family lived in a small village outside Chantain. I was only seven when our parents died, and Ella was nine, so I don't remember much about what happened. We spent several months wandering and working for food when we could find anyone kind enough to let us stay.

“If we were able to improve our lot, it was because I saw opportunities and grabbed them. But what it really comes down to is me and Ella. All we had was each other.”

“It's nice to have that kind of relationship. At least you still have some family around. What's it like growing up in a castle? There must be some fancy shindigs and beautiful gowns involved.”

“Growing up in the castle? Interesting question. To be clear, Ella and I were servants in the castle then. I got caught stealing food and they made us stay and work. Ella was upset, but I prefer to think of it as one of the opportunities I jumped at.

“Anyway, the king at that time was actually not royalty, either. He was a magician who usurped the throne. People who made him angry would wind up turned into statues, so everyone was afraid of him. There wasn't much entertaining. The court was more oriented to running Chantain and rooting out the nobles who were in hiding.”

“So he turned them into statues? Why didn't he just have them stuffed and pose with his boot on them?”

“Because then you could only lord it over one victim at a time. The king had the statues of his victims all over the castle and grounds. Some of them were defiant, but most of them were pleading for their lives. It was pretty terrible, and nobody could avoid seeing them.

“Mine and Ella's job was to keep the prince entertained. He'd caught me stealing, you see, and he used that to make Ella do what he wanted. At first, when we were all young, he made us sing and dance, tell folk stories, play games. He also pinched us and made us eat things like raw lemons. The other servants resented us because they thought we had it easy. They gave us the worst jobs when we weren't with the prince. “

“Sounds like life at the castle wasn't easy.”

“Luckily, Ella had a way of making friends with people. We would always help people with their chores, when we could. One day, the old gardener took me aside and showed me a spot behind the hedges where I could listen at the usurper's window. He was giving the prince magic lessons, and I followed along. That was my second opportunity.”

“You little sneakthief you.”

“Well, I had to. As we grew older, the prince got strange around Ella. He always wanted to have his hands on her, and there were more psychological torments, too. We both knew we weren't safe in Chantain.”

“Did you ever have to, you know, whammy someone?”

“It did come to that, yes. Ella and I saved enough to try and find another position. When we told the prince, he was furious and tried to make Ella kiss him. There was a big fight. He turned Ella into a statue, and then I turned him into a statue and forced the usurper to restore Ella… It was a mess.”

“Wait, I need to make popcorn. Kidding!”

“What's popcorn?”

“I'll show you later. It's good that Eletay wasn't badly hurt, but it seems like the magician got what was coming. So, is that how you two became princesses?”

“Since the magician usurped first, I figured why not. The people in the castle liked us better than the king, especially Ella. We've been able to make it work.”

“Now your story appears in a collection of stories. What other kinds of characters might readers meet?”

“People might have an idea that fantasy is all about the beautiful, rich and famous, but it's a very broad genre. Some of the other stories feature a disabled soldier, a woman with dwarfism, and a kind-hearted servant boy. Not to mention the goblin, the donkey, and the dragons. Even those who may seem to be typical beautiful princesses don't sit and wait to be rescued. They step up for themselves.”

“As your own story demonstrates. Are these stories meant for adults or kids?”

“We do reach out to young readers, say eight to twelve years. The stories we tell our children become their dreams for tomorrow, so it's important to offer a rich array of possibilities. That said, fairy tales are a beloved art form. Any reader who loves fairy tales will enjoy this collection.”

“It sounds fabulous. My boss has a whole bunch of notes on fairy tale structure, and it's a great way to plan a story. Thanks so much for visiting with us today, and I hope your future is brighter than your past has been.”

“All my plans are for Chantain, to protect my sister's throne and help our country grow. But I'll still keep my eye out for the next great opportunity.”

“Our sponsor today is Aunt Ursula's Atlas, a collection of fantasy short stories by Lucy D. Ford. I'll provide all the links and details on the blog site. Don't forget to hit those sharing buttons on your way out! Lucy will thank you, and you'll want others to share when your characters appear here.”

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Blog: wyrmflight.wordpress.com

 

Deby Fredericks

Fantasy and Children's Writer

Children's Editor at Sky Warrior Books

My books: The Seven Exalted Orders, The Grimhold Wolf, Masters of Air & Fire from Sky Warrior

The Magister's Mask, Too Many Princes, The Necromancer's Bones from Dragon Moon

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