Violet Sky #writephoto

Sue Vincent #writephoto

Sue Vincent #writephoto

Violet Sky

We gathered at the border of the road, called out of our misery by one of the children. The dawn bled, a bruised and bloody wound. How fitting for the sixth extinction.

Yet, it was a dawning.

I had thought, long before the die-off, that we might poison the planet and arise one morning in disbelief that we couldn’t survive on an obliterated world. Or perhaps disease would usher mankind to the pyres, our super-viruses ravaging our weak and chemical-laden bodies. Of course, mutual annihilation was a possibility, the promise of our youth and sum of our talent and treasure dedicated to war. The end always made for entertaining speculation.

Who would have believed the culprit was time, all spiraling down with the slow ticking of the clock, the December of the human race.

I peered at the upturned faces of our isolated band as the heavens thrust spears of light through the clouds’ closing gash. My companions’ bodies appeared to glow in the rare sunlight, their radiant souls shining through, reclaiming lost beauty. In their smiles, I witnessed the dawning of hope and hadn’t the heart to tell them we were ghosts.

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Thanks to Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo for another enticing photo prompt. She tosses these out to us on Thursdays and reblogs our submissions. It’s great fun. Head over and give it a try!

The Bone Wall: gritty fantasy #Free with #Kindle Today, Sat, and Sun

Bone Wall CoverAnother new adventure in writing presents itself. I’m learning…figuring out how to promote and publicize, how to use Facebook for something besides sharing pictures of my cat.

I’m still getting twitter sorted out in my pea brain, learning what the heck those hashtags are and what they do. To be honest…it’s been a blast.

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Blue light ripples and crackles as the shield walls fracture. The remnants of a doomed civilization stand vigil outside, intent on plunder and slaves, desirous of untainted blood to strengthen their broken lives. With the poisons, came deformities and powers, enhanced senses and the ability to manipulate waves of energy—lightbenders and fire-wielders.

For those who thrived for generations within the walls, the broken world looms, strange and deadly, slowly dying. While the righteous pray for salvation, Rimma prepares for battle, fueled by rage and blinded by vengeance. Her twin, Angel, bound to her by unbreakable magic, seeks light in the darkness, hope in the future, and love in a broken world.

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The Bone Wall Launch Party – Sunday

9519448141_dd10ec06bd_hI read that I’m supposed to set up a book launch party a month in advance. But I figure if you’re like me, your gray matter is stuffed to the point of insensibility; you’re flat out of a niche to cram another extraneous detail. I remember things for 24 hours max and that’s pushing it.

So, it’s three days away. SUNDAY, February 15th, 8 AM, NYC time (I better write that down or I’ll forget).

Happy_child_2And just so you know, that’s before dawn in my neck of the woods. Under normal circumstances, I’d be comatose until the coffee kicks in, but not this time. The Bone Wall is my first foray into self-publishing, and I’ll admit to a dose of uninhibited giddiness, the destiny of this book solely in my grubby little hands. It’s a good feeling no matter the outcome.

What’s in store for blog visitors?

Bone Wall CoverFree kindle download of The Bone Wall with a quasi-commitment to cough up a review (no pestering if for any reason you decide not to).

Remember, this is a dark, gritty, character-driven book that won’t be for everyone. Literary violence, sex, and profanity, if that makes any sense. If you want to browse the first chapter please visit The Bone Wall page on this blog.

 

Five Elements CoverFree—no strings attached—pdf download of the new Sci-fi/Fantasy release, Five Elements Anthology by me and my Writers Group buds. Seven unique short stories despite the fact that they all include: 1. an alien, 2. a ghost, 3. a spaceship, 4. a conflict with a boss, and 5. a…fireplace poker? Five elements, get it?

 

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Plus hourly kindle giveaways of either The Melding of Aeris

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Stop by even if it’s just to say hi. And thank you in advance for being such great supports out there in the blogosphere.

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The Bone Wall

image from futuretimeline.net

image from futuretimeline.net

With a few books wading through the publisher’s queue, I’ve started my next fantasy novel, titled The Bone Wall.

What possessed me (literally) to pen this dark tale is a mystery to me. I’m a nice person. A mom, granny, volunteer, and past-mental health counselor who worked with grieving children. I baby my pets, cherish my hubby, and haven’t a violent bone in my body. I get teary at the occasional TV commercial and that’s pretty darn maudlin if you ask me.

Yet as an author of works of fantasy, I travel often down the road of “what if.” Sometimes that journey is light-hearted and happily-ending, and other times, when the news of the day makes me fear for our world, the path I wander is much darker. This is one of those grim trails.

The human journey through time is sunbathed and shadowed with remarkable advancements, some clouded with secret and not-so-secret costs. What if we continue to poison our land, water and air in the name of progress and profit? What if we continue to blast our way through conflicts on a global and personal scale? What if we abandon compassion, no longer our brothers’ and sisters’ keepers? What becomes of us when righteousness is blind?

This book is a work of fantasy in a world without vision or concern for consequence. A broken world.

The Bone Wall – Prolog

My sister stands by her window in the moonlight, the only light in the stone chamber. Carved of alabaster, she’s a statue whittled by a master’s artful hand, naked skin pale, shadowed, wraithlike in its translucence. Her hair gathers moonbeams, corn-silk draped over shoulder-bones, free of the blood staining her face and hands. Gray eyes honed with steel study a landscape of gnarled trees, skeletal limbs clawing with broken fingers from a dead land. All around her the world dies. She is blind to the fragile greenness of new leaves.

Her clothes lie in a heap on the floor, the reek of battle, sweat, and blood thick in the folds, threads of terror woven into the very fabric. She will dream in blood, wear those clothes without respite, glory in the gore of shredded flesh. My sister is demon-born, exquisite in her purity, and Death’s Devil has his grips on her.

I am her twin, one and the same, and this is her story.

My tale begins in Heaven…