A Taste of “Mirklin Wood” #3

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Front Cover RedThe book is in final edits. I just finished incorporating one beta reader’s suggestions and am waiting on another. If all goes well, the book will be on pre-order by March 1 and will publish mid-March.

I love this stage of the creative process because I can really see things coming together. The long slog to the finish line that is publishing a 130,000-word epic fantasy is gaining speed now because I can see the finish line.

Of course writers are never done, right? After I take a break to read someone else’s book for a week or so, I’ll resume work on the already-in-progress Objects in View (Book 2 of Transformation Project). I’m going to be talking about that later today.

In the meantime, here are some highlights of Mirklin Wood.

Dun Wmgleadd sat under a dinner plate full moon, the streets bright as noontide. A caravan had arrived…

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Get It While It’s Reduced

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Life As We Knew ItLife As We Knew It will be on Kindle Countdown next week, starting February 2 through February 8.

I got an incredible compliment over the weekend. My brother read the book. He FINISHED the book. My brother is not a reader of fiction. He’s an engineer-y, math-y kind of guy. If I wrote a book on carpentry or aeronautics, he’d be excited and have had it done by New Years, but I wrote a fictional book about a terrorist attack on Kansas.

So, there are some things siblings must do for each other and my brother decided he was going to read an actual fiction book.

The first couple of chapters were slow for him and then he hit page 70 (which is when the action gets started) and he read it until he couldn’t keep his eyes open that night, got up in the morning for coffee and toast…

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Interview with Peter Martin

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Martin Peter Author PicThis week’s interview is with psychological suspense novelist Peter Martin. Welcome to the blog.

Tell us something about yourself. 

I come from the UK, and live in the outskirts of Birmingham which is the second city.  I work in banking for one of the big four banks, and am soon to retire after 42 years. I have been married to my wife for thirty-six years. I have one daughter, and two grandchildren aged 4 years and nine months respectively.


At what point did you know you wanted to be a writer? 

I have always had a great love of reading from a very early age, and was brought up on authors like Wilbur Smith, Alistair MacLean, and Graham Greene. It wasn’t until my twenties that I got interested in writing myself, and began to pen books late at night and early morning in longhand. I finished at least a dozen…

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A Taste of Mirklin Wood #2

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HiFront Cover Reds heart hammered and his breath grew short. His head felt light and empty, as if he were climbing the mountains once more rather than hanging from the talons of a great wyrm.

Nay, not possible! It did remind him somewhat of the statues he’d seen of dragons, but that was a bard’s fancy and those did not fly to your rescue that often. Or did they? In some of the stories …. Stories! He was not being rescued. He was likely about to be eaten. Mayhap he could avoid that, if he was clever. He craned his neck to look above him. The beast’s sinuous neck undulated some distance above his head. Iridescent green and black scales caught the moonlight in shimmering waves. The wings hardly beat now. The beast must have set its course and found its altitude. Donyl’s lungs fought for icy cold air. His eyes…

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Interview with Michelle Evers

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Evers Michelle Author PicToday’s interview is with Michelle Evers, author of There’s Always a Rainbow: It’s the Thought that Matters. Welcome to the blog, Michelle. This is my first interview with a self-help author. Tell us something about yourself.

Lela, thanks for taking the time to get to know me.  I currently live and work as a dental hygienist in Appleton Wi.  My oldest daughter just began her Freshman year of college at Cal Poly Pomona.  I have another daughter who is a high school Junior and a son who is a Freshman.  My husband and I decided to spice things up a year ago by living apart.  Stay tuned on how that little escapade turns out!

I also am a certified clinical hypnotherapist as well as a life coach.  I love to help others unravel why their lives are unravelling during hypnosis or life coaching sessions.  I love to listen to…

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Interview with Cynthia Morgan

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Today’s interview is with Cynthia A. Morgan, author of Dark Fey. Welcome to the blog. Tell us something about yourself.

Morgan Cynthia AuthorMy name is Cynthia A Morgan, but I go by Morgan.  Or ~Morgan~ if I’m feeling very Madonna-esque.   Why you might ask? Well, the short version is that I am Welsh and Proud of it.  The Long(er) version is that my Welsh father was named Morgan O Morgan VIIII and I am also very Proud of that.  Naming the first born son Morgan O Morgan is a family tradition that dates back (in my family) to the 1500’s, but unfortunately my father had no sons to carry on the tradition; however, to honour him and the family, I use the name Morgan.  It is my goal to eventually legally change my name to Morgan CA Morgan. 

What a wonderful family story! At what point did you know you wanted to be…

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A Taste of “Mirklin Wood” #1

Front Cover RedThe paths were filled with daemons of all sizes and shapes, terrible faces contorted in rage
as one after the other they pressed toward Donyl and Pedyr, swinging their bronze weapons to meet their iron. Calm and rational in this irrational situation, Donyl dealt death as no novice at arms had a right, slicing and parrying, arms burning with fatigue. He understood that they were going to die – that had been a given when they saw the hordes upon the paths — but the man at his back deserved better. Here was a Believer, a follower of the One, who trusted his god to save his soul, but did not expect him to save his life. Oath-sworn to see Donyl to his destination or die in the attempt, Pedyr fought a last futile battle for naught but honor. The citadel is within sight! Could not the Denygal god find it to save this most deserving man? Donyl’s rational mind thought this as his exhausted arms continued swinging his sword upon daemon after daemon, with no stop in sight. God I do not know, please save Pedyr.

An air-rending roar filled the gorge and the daemon host ducked as if expecting attack from on high. A terrified keening rolled along the paths, echoing off the cliffs, as a dark winged shape glided out of the moon light and swept low. Donyl screamed as the enormous claws reached down and plucked him free of the ledge.

And … It Starts

Front Cover RedI’ve been working away at Mirklin Wood, Book 2 of Daermad Cycle, and it is almost ready for launch. Which means … it’s time for you the reader to get a few tastes of what I’ve been cooking up.

Some of your favorite characters are back. You may find out how I resolved a few of those cliff-hangers. I’m introducing a few new characters. And … well, you’ll have to tune in to find out.

The loose publication date for Mirklin Wood is March 15 … give or take a panic attack or three.