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In a world where the corrupt church hides the truth about magic, the fate of the joined kingdom falls on the shoulders of two young people from opposite ends of the social hierarchy.
Crown Princess Samantha’s life begins to fall apart when she starts seeing strange colors around her potential suitors. She fears that she’s going insane–or worse that she’s defying the Goddess’s will. Robrek is a lowly farm boy with incredible magical powers. He has been biding his time waiting to get revenge on those who call him a demon.
Thrown together by chance, they must overcome their differences to fight their common enemy Duke Argblutal, who, with dark magic, is slowly poisoning the king’s mind and turning him against his own daughter. Time is running out for those chosen by the Goddess to prevent the
Though it seemed impossible, in no time he stood in front of me. He appeared like a ghost, then became translucent, and then took on the form of black mist outlining the shape of his face and body. The beauty and the mystery of this supernatural being hypnotized me. As his entity flickered in and out, a soft wind lightly tousled my hair and caressed my body. To my surprise, an incredible warmth filled me. I gasped, unsure of what to do. I should be deathly afraid of the unknown, but I wasn’t.
His stare never faltered. It reached to the depths of my soul as he breathed in the air of my existence, and I his. He smelled like a mixture of sweet coconut and the freshest greens of nature. As his lips moved closer to mine, a cool mist floated out of his mouth, then back in, and I felt my body levitate, feeling weightless as a withered leaf falling from a branch swaying with the autumn wind.
Eli’s dark, menacing eyes told me he was dangerous. Something wicked ran in his blood. I sensed it with every angel instinct in me. Yet, at the same time, I sensed something good. How could I feel both at the same time? Then a strong urge forced me to close my eyes. When I opened them, he had vanished. He was sitting with his back to me again, as if what I had experienced was only a figment of my imagination. What the heck just happened?
“Lucia? Are you okay?” I heard Jack’s voice, snapping me out of my trance.
“Jack? Did you see? Was he just…?”
Jack had no idea what I meant. I stopped asking him questions, realizing some kind of supernatural activity had happened. Stunned by how easily Eli had controlled me, he was…what?
Welcome my guest today, fantasy author, Martin Vause, from Northumbria, England. Some day I will visit the island, and these places will become more to me than names from novels. In the comments below, let me know what you think.
I am a healthy 59 year old with a youthful outlook on life; living for love, art, beauty and my writing in the remote countryside of North Northumberland, England. Sounds like a bit of a fantasy itself, but that part of my life is true.
Francoise Sagan for emotional feminine insight, Franz Kafka for so clearly exposing psychological reactions, and Sappho whose surviving fragments written around 600BC have inspired all love poetry ever since.
Justine by Lawrence Durrell because I marvel at the intricacy and depth of the psychology and human motivations he exposes in such detail, which is so elegantly described and also beautifully written.
Imagination inspired daydreams scribbled on jotter pads form the foundation of my stories.
Astrilla inhabits a fantasy world where time is a three dimensional sphere, not a straight line from past, present to future. She doesn’t know how many past lives she has lived as organic memory will not contain so many beautiful fragments in one body. In this life she is both a mermaid and human yet she searches for reason and meaning within the seemingly endless age of perfection. Together with a powerful Goddess she fights to maintain a world where love has replaced hate and peace reigns supreme. Still lurking in the darkness is tightly coiled evil that didn’t die and was just resting. Hidden from the light the last monster broods and slithers until all that is worth living for is under threat. Mythological creatures, talking animals, and a myriad delight of mystical experiences await the invisible visitor to this realm that is yourself. Complete with the poetic evocation of Sappho inspired neo- classicism ‘Sadwi the Deer Goddess’. My extreme fantasy writing began with this secret nest of a book which is also available as a luxurious full colour illustrated edition.
The beauty and sensitivity of loving emotions, the countryside surrounding where I live, and my wild romantic imagination.
Amphitrite’s Tunnel is a grown up’s fantasy story set in a parallel world of mermaids, Princesses & a powerful Goddess. I invented ‘Sadwiesque’ which is a parallel realm to our normal human world. Based on love & peace mythology lives in this separate reality. This is the heaven on earth!
My first two books The Forest Angels & Sian’s Gift are more conventional mystery – ghost stories with an emphasis on positive emotions.
At the centre of my created characters you will always find kindness, sensitivity and the purity of loving relationships + Amphitrite’s Tunnel has mermaids & dragons!
Where can we find you online?
Facebook: I don’t need facebook. My only imaginary friends are my book characters!
The Forest Angels is a compilation of Martin Vause’s two romantically inclined mystery thrillers: The Forest of Twins & The Lost Angel of Carmarthen. Together with the gothic fantasy poem “Sadwi the Deer Goddess,” they form a powerful and unique combination which explores the depth and range of loving relationships through the lives of an artistic couple. Touched by ghosts and a fear of loss beyond human control, they cling together on a journey that explores the sensitivities of the human soul. Love and mystery are the touchstones of this pastoral suburban dreamscape. Alf and Sian come alive as if unrestrained by the fiction writer’s page. They were not born but live as we never could, outside of time.
Alf and Sian’s artistic lifestyle enters a new phase as Sian’s angel ghost bestowed gift raises the pressure on their smooth suburban dreamscape. As April and Anna nurture a new life, which also feels like Sian’s gift to them; the new angel of Carmarthen struggles to balance a normal modern life with an ancient responsibility. Continuing from the compilation of Martin Vause’s first two romantically inclined mystery thrillers presented as‘The Forest Angels, Sian’s Gift the third outing for Alf and Sian, her “gift” is a present she must open with extreme care.
Astrilla inhabits a fantasy world where time is a three dimensional sphere, not a straight line from past, present to future. She doesn’t know how many past lives she has lived as organic memory will not contain so many beautiful fragments in one body. In this life she is both a mermaid and human, yet she searches for reason and meaning within the seemingly endless age of perfection. Together with a powerful Goddess, she fights to maintain a world where love has replaced hate and peace reigns supreme. Still lurking in the darkness is tightly coiled evil that didn’t die and was just resting. Hidden from the light the last monster broods and slithers until all that is worth living for is under threat. Mythological creatures, talking animals, and a myriad delight of mystical experiences await the invisible visitor to this realm that is yourself. Complete with the poetic evocation of Sappho inspired neo- classicism “Sadwi the Deer Goddess.” Martin Vause’s fantasy writing begins with this rare and secret nest of a book. This book is also available as a luxurious full colour illustrated edition.
MOMS AGAINST ZOMBIES
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On Thursday, the release day of the expanded edition of The Goddess’s Choice will finally arrive. To celebrate, I will be offering the Kindle version for only $.99 on Thursday only.
I will also be having a twitter party on Thursday. There will be games, contest, prizes, fun, and more! Don’t miss out. Details below.
I’d love to see y’all there. (Yes, I live in the South, but I didn’t grow up here, and English needs a 2nd person plural. Y’all is much better than you guys.)
(Note: some of the following has been adapted from Rayne Hall’s blog.)
I can’t remember what show I was watching or which book I was reading, but one character needed to tell another what had happened. She says, “I don’t know where to begin.”
He responds, “Begin at the beginning.”
For novel openings, this is bad advice. Hall likens this to starting to cook after your dinner guests have arrived. The beginning of nearly anything is boring and won’t catch your reader’s interest. The other common advice is begin with action. Although this is slightly better than begin at the beginning, I don’t find it fantastic advice either. For one thing, action can be confusing when none of the characters or even the setting have been introduced. (And confusing the reader is the greatest sin of an opening. Nothing stops a reader reading more quickly than confusion.) Second, if the reader doesn’t care about the characters, the action has little to no emotional impact.
An effective opening needs to do three things:
1) Set time and place.
Readers need to be oriented to the world they are inhabiting right away. Not in intricate detail, but enough so they feel grounded. The reader needs to know if she is in contemporary USA, medieval Europe, or a space colony orbiting the planet Xenon. Let’s look at the opening of Storm Front, the first book in Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files series:
The bloke was leaning against a humungous gleaming finger up to the sky, which they call the Shard.
He would be – the tosser.
I shoved my hands into my pockets, as I swaggered up behind him.
When I tapped him on the shoulder, he jumped a bleeding mile. He could barely have been authored: no instincts at all.
When he spun round, peepers narrowed, I saw he was a kid. A bloody Emo: skull patterned hoodie, black and white striped socks and matching scarf. Even a t-shirt with cartoon vampire: cute fangs and bat wings.
Perfect – he had a sense of irony too.
Emo flicked his long black fringe, which was sprayed green like a mouldy skunk; his peepers were rimmed with enough eyeliner for one too.
Then Emo crossed his arms and tapped his foot, as if I’d been the one who’d been caught out being a bad boy.
And yeah, I was bloody bad but I’d proved I was no boy.
I frowned. ‘Who the bleeding hell are you?’
Emo just smirked.
That did it. No more Mr Nice Light.
‘Look, you pain in my arse, why were you watching us? Can you talk to me or do you have to go get your daddy first?’
The Emo’s smirk widened. Then he head-butted me.
Crack – there went my nose.
Hand strikes – one, two, three – so rapid I didn’t have time to think more than: Emo kids knocking the stuffing out of you with Kenpo Karate? Now that’s not something you see every day.
I choked on the pain blazing in hot shocks where his small hand sliced.
No more Mr Nice Light? All right then.
I grabbed the end of Emo’s stripy scarf and twisted. His turn to choke.
Gasping, Emo hesitated – my in.
Because here’s the thing: I know karate too. And the moment Emo realised it?
I slammed an elbow strike, followed by swift knife-hands, driving Emo crashing back against the glass Shard. It trembled. He kicked my legs; I gritted my teeth but didn’t lose ground. Close now, I went for a flurry of strikes, until all I could hear was his soft grunts and the hit of flesh on flesh.
I’d missed this: fists and fangs. You can’t tame a predator – and I’ve never pretended to be a hero.
Battering that cartoon vampire with its ironic batwings?
Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.