Mental Damnation Reality Book Tour and Giveaway
from the surface world, Krista and her only friend, Darkwing,
struggle to remain alive. The pair of reptilian street scum live in
their newfound home, the City of Renasence, dictated by a fascist
military known as the Renasence Guard. The two find themselves at
odds when Krista puts her faith in the Five Guardians’ goal of
unification, while Darkwing chooses to stand with a notorious gang,
the Blood Hounds, who are known for their anarchist views
Five Guardians become crazed from an unknown disease – Mental
Damnation. After their infection, the Guardians develop a bizarre
interest in her, claiming they must reap her innocence for their
newfound master, the Weaver.
infected and on a hunt for her, Krista has limited options for
survival: Does she fend for her life in the City of Renascence,
against menacing forces, or risk leaving everything behind and enter
the uncharted realm of the underworld?
his Mental Damnation series. The second book, Dream, reached the
Edmonton Journal’s top five selling fictional books list. He
started writing fantasy stories at a very young age while being home
schooled. It wasn’t until graduating college that he began
professionally pursuing his work with his first release, Reality.
Since then he has continued to write works of fiction ranging from
fantasy to horror.
runs his own graphic design and website development business under
the title Reveal Design. These skills have been transcribed into the
formatting and artwork found within his publications supporting his
fascination of transmedia storytelling.

The strange male and Krista paused simultaneously, listening to the noise. Once the roar faded, the Corrupt continued to squirm. Krista suddenly realized that he was trying to crawl off of her, but his hands and feet had been cut off. Blood oozed from his limbs and smeared onto Krista. The Corrupt was essentially defenseless, so she calmed down – a little bit – and tried to work with him to get him off her.
Krista managed to roll the Corrupt to the side and he attempted to scurry away, but without hands and feet, he stumbled back to the ground whining, moving like a newborn calf.
A second male leaped from the higher rocks and landed with a heavy thud, raising dust. He threw a spear at the bleeding Corrupt. The weapon soared into the air, piercing through his victim’s skull and pinning the Corrupt to the ground.
Krista looked at the newcomer, mesmerized by his physical appearance. Muscles bulged on his shirtless torso. His skin was peach-toned, something Krista had never seen before.
What is he? she wondered, eyeing the male from his feet to his head.
The male’s five-toed feet were clad in sandals, with leather wrapped around his ankles. He wore a green kilt and several sheathed weapons strapped to his bare chest, which was marred by numerous jagged scars. His right hand had a cloth wrapped around it, and a ring flashed on his left.
He had a tail similar to Krista’s but with no scales. His brown scalp-feathers were plucked on the sides, leaving the remaining long feathers tied into a ponytail running down to his shoulder blades. Like hers, his eyes glowed, but they were bright white, not nearly as vibrant, and had green irises.
The male’s light skin and unusually flat facial structure called up flashbacks to the human raiders of Krista’s childhood.
He’s like a cross of humans and my people. I’ve never seen anything like it before!
The male walked over to the dead Corrupt and pulled his spear free from the body, then kicked it over the rocky edge. He kept his gaze on the rocks, watching the corpse fall into the fog.
Krista could hear the body tumble down the mountain, until the sound faded. Now that his back was facing her, she could see his spine was covered in light grey scales that came up to his neck. Krista was frightened by the peach-skinned male and kept motionless. She was uncertain whether he was a friend or a foe, or what she should do.
He’s going to notice me eventually. She waved nervously. “Hi.”
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Dragon Songs Saga Book Tour & Giveaway
adopted daughter of the Black Lotus Clanmaster, she wants to prove
her pointed ears aren’t a liability when she’s tasked to
infiltrate a rebel lord’s castle.
duty to the emperor and her sense of compassion toward the
downtrodden. No matter her choice, it will have explosive
consequences for her, the realm, and the upcoming war.
with the perfect voice can rediscover it.
summon typhoons and rout armies. Maybe then, the imperial court would
see the awkward, gangly princess as more than a singing fool.
insurrection, the court hopes to appease the ringleader by offering
Kaiya as a bride.
Confronting him with the growing power of her voice could kill her.
Song can vanquish him.
Songs, yet the power of her voice is untrained. Potential suitors see
her as a stepping stone. One ruthless cousin would rather step on her
gravestone.
foreign prince who inspired her to sing. The only one who appreciates
her abilities more is the world’s last dragon, Avarax, and it’s
not because he enjoys a good song.
An ancient healer. A martial arts master. And an evil sorcerer.
She’ll need their guidance to survive the final showdown between a
girl finding her voice, and a dragon who has no intention of being
fooled a second time.
can ensure peace.
wants is a quiet life of anonymity. Instead, the Emperor sends her to
negotiate peace with the aggressive Teleri Empire.
assassin-spy who loathes killing. He is no longer the adorable,
gullible boy from her memories, any more than she is the adventurous,
sweet girl from his. Instead of rekindling nostalgia for a youthful
innocence they both yearn for, their reunion ignites a mutual
hatred.
Orcs, Ogres, and enemy soldiers stand between them and home, and
their volatile relationship could get them captured… or killed.
to a homeland beset by enemies on all sides, and crumbling from
within.
young adult, she vanquished a dragon with the power of her
voice.
intrigue to save the realm before it falls. Only she can lay claim to
the Dragon Throne on behalf of her unborn sons—whether the father
is the lover who perished rescuing her, or the hated enemy who killed
him.
invaders, and prove to the world why her family alone holds the
Mandate of Heaven.
age when his brother introduced him to The Chronicles of Narnia, The
Hobbit, Star Trek and Star Wars. As an adult, he combines his geek
roots with his professional experiences as a Chinese Medicine doctor,
martial arts instructor and technical writer to pen epic fantasy
stories.
The Descendant Prophecies Book Tour & Giveaway
day?
cousin, Kayla. Everything changes when they meet the Grand brothers.
Skylar is sure she should stay away from Mason Grand, but their
attraction is undeniable. Then Skylar’s life erupts into turmoil.
She steps into a world where descendants of ancient gods have super
powers, evil beings chase her, and questions arise about her own
identity. She is running out of time and running for her life, while
trying to unravel the mystery of what they want from her.
find the answers she seeks, or will she die trying?
college-life, and heightens the stakes against seemingly impossible
odds. Without a doubt, this author rocks at world building! –
InD’tale Magazine
precarious peace. She begins college amid new secrets, emerging
powers, fresh dangers, and a potential stepfather.
finally gets answers. But can she trust them? Skylar and the Grand
family must work together with these descendants to discover the key
to their rescue from the evolving, evil vultures of Hades.
powers and decide who to trust before it’s too late.
a deadly quest to the underworld to confront Hades, who has been
plotting to kill them all.
instead held captive in a secret location. In order to save the world
from destruction at the hands of Hephaestus, the descendants must
rescue their ancestors, the gods of Olympus.
price to pay. The darkest forces known to man are about to return to
reclaim their stolen kingdom.
A sparkle of hope arises when Eris, the goddess of Chaos, sends an
invitation to her wedding engagement party. She’s holding Mason
hostage, and Skylar and her friends only need permission to enter
Eris’s world to rescue him.
must travel to the Land of Reverse and bring back the bottle of gold
water King Midas used to wash himself free of his gift. Further chaos
follows when Eris not only sets up a hunt in the Labyrinth of Crete,
but makes a bargain with the Titans she rescued.
hungry for revenge after his own children locked him up in Tartarus.
No one is safe. Not even the humans.
with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making
jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by
chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother,
and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she
started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It
was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen
name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote
literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
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Guest Author, Sandra Hults
Meet my guest, fantasy author, Sandra Hults. In the comments below, tell me what you think.
Interview
- Tell us a little about yourself:
I am from Toledo, Ohio. [Jamie’s note: When I hear Toledo, my mind immediately jumps to Clinger on MASH. Does that date me?] I enjoy reading, cooking and playing video games in addition to writing. I am a sucker for a good story—regardless of genre. I love music. I sing a little. In addition to writing, I work a 9-5. I’ve been writing since my youth but only seriously considered putting the work in mid 2000s. In 2012, after much encouragement and support from my spouse, I published Birth of Light. From there it’s been a crazy whirlwind of creativity, self-publishing, and a crash course in marketing.
2. What are you reading at the moment? Would you recommend it to readers of this blog? Why?
I am currently reading book one of the Chartile series by Cassandra Morgan. She’s a great friend of mine and, let’s be honest, how often do we in our line of work get to talk to the author? I would recommend it because the concept is unique and the way she addresses her characters and development is subtle but impactful. Go check her out. (https://authorcassandramorgan.com/)
3. Tell us something about how you write? i.e. are you a plotter or a pantser? Do you have any weird or necessary writing habits or tuals?
I am a pantser, tried and true. Some folks tell me I’m somewhere in the middle because I know what major story points need to happen and just pants in between the points. I have never, nor will I ever, do a full outline for my books. I applaud anyone that can outline a full novel’s storyline, but it’s just not my bag.
Weird habits. Well, I don’t know that they’re weird, but they’re part of my writing ritual so to speak. My hair always gets put up in a pony or a clip or something that gets it out of my way. There’s always music or some kind of ambient show in the background that helps me focus. Sometimes, headphones are required for me get into what I’m working on. If I am revising, I have to start with a print copy and go page by page hand editing and rewriting then keying the edits into my laptop. For harder to write scenes, if I don’t feel it, I don’t think my readers do.
4. Could you tell us a bit about your most recent book?
I am actually in the middle of revisions for my fifth book, Maeseloria: Shadow’s Journey. I have one other project I’m in the middle of titled The Guardian’s Fall. I write it exclusively for my newsletter. For the moment, the story has taken a back seat to the book being written.
5. Of all the characters you have created, which is your favorite and why?
That is a difficult question because my favorite depends on how difficult that particular character is being. For the moment, though, if I were to pick one favorite Maeselorian, I think it would be a toss between Nicholas Taltos and Alexandra Jade. The disparity in their ages amuses me. Nicholas and Alexandra come from what seems like opposite ends of the spectrum at the beginning of the series. I love them both because they are both survivors. Whatever life dishes at them, they work through it. At times, they work together, and at other they work against one another. Their humanity makes me laugh and cry. Their fallacies frustrate me. They both engage and challenge me.
6. What is your favorite writing tip or quote?
It’s not a writing quote, per se, but it sums up me and my approach to life. I came across this quote years ago. For me, there are two messages in her words. Keep pushing. Don’t forget to laugh.
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style”
― Maya Angelou
As far as writing tips go, keep going. If you struggle, if you get stuck, just keep going. Be relentless about your art. You’ll get there.
7. Tell us a little about your plans for the future. Do you have any other books in the works?
For the future, I am currently wrapping up the first round of revisions for Shadow’s Journey. I’m shooting for an October release date. Stay tuned to my website for more info on the release date and cover reveal.
Where can we find you online?
Blog: https://sandrahults.wordpress.com/
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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Sandra-Hults-461985840493928/
Twitter: @SandraHults
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Sandra-Hults/e/B00JQ2GHNW/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1495057051&sr=8-1
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Maeseloria: Birth of Light
Ages old…light forgotten. Journey with Alexandra and Marcus Jade in their quest for the truth of their heritage and restoration of a long-forgotten kingdom. Maeseloria once thrived and blossomed beneath Fate’s watchful eye. Shadows drew the realm into the darkness. Have a care, shadow-spawn, the Light always calls her children home.
Excerpt
“Come on wench, the master has come to dispose of ye.”
There was an odd complacency to her movements as she stepped out into the hall and even let them bind her hands. Master indeed. Terrorist would perhaps be more appropriate. At any rate they led her away. How could they have known she’d been slowly drawing for nearly the last hour? Flagging weariness tugged at her consciousness. Lack of food and rest dampened her enthusiasm a little.
When the body is weak the mind is strong. How many damned times during the last few days had Tanya drilled that into her? Gods only knew. Up the stairs and through the keep she stumbled, knocking her chin hard on the stone floor since her hands were bound and she could not break her fall. They laughed. The little fledglings laughed. A pity they would never see the next night. At least, not if she had anything to say about it. Thankfully, none had discovered she carried the dagger with her. That would have been interesting though, to see one of them try to touch it. According to Tanya, they couldn’t.
Eventually the little ones tugged and pulled her through the palace, mocking her as the last of the Jade Sorceress’. Giddeon had bred his hate in them. More’s the pity she supposed. Life was so much more than this. With all her heart she knew that now. When they led her into the snow littered clearing roughly half a mile from the keep she saw what she surmised to be a funeral pyre. Oh goody, they were going to try and burn a pyrokinetic Sorceress. So, she let them tie her up like a good little girl. Anything they could throw at her, she could throw right back. A pity none were aware of that but her teachers. And, finally, she did what any sorceress worth her salt would do. She drew.
A voice that would haunt her dreams for years to come whispered into the clearing. “I see the bitchling has been bound…” When one of the fledglings went to gag her, the demon waved them away. “I want to hear her scream.” From the shadows another figure watched as Giddeon ordered his men to light the sticks and wood that lay dried at her feet. The flames would catch fast, Nicholas suspected. Her instincts would remove the threat. This would test her mettle and his teaching. As the fire flickered and spread quickly, he saw as she looked through the flames and growled at Giddeon.
“The knees of Darkness shall bend beneath the will of the Light.” The creature growled as his glorious fire was snuffed like a candle, leaving Alex with nothing more than scorched skirts. Was that Maeselorian she was speaking? When the hell had Tanya taught her that? I didn’t. Her surprised mutter wandered through his mind as he watched.
As the fledglings drew close and attempted to grasp her, that dagger of hers lifted from its hidden sheathe in her boot. Five more seconds and all hell would break loose, he knew. As soon as the spell was whispered he’d get her out of there. Soon enough a blue haze surrounded her, repelling whatever shadow Giddeon may toss in her direction. May hell, the demon was already drawing against her.
Shadowfire, oh goody, Nicholas thought dryly as he stepped into view. He did nothing, no, not yet. In truth he wanted to see if her ward would hold. “Come on Alex, you can do it….” He whispered when her eyes, as though she sensed him, flicked towards him. The only reply he gave was a nod of affirmation. She nodded in return and the ward somehow strengthened. He was amazed that in her current state of mind that it did hold. Okay, Taltos, time to put a stop to this. He moved forward, his voice taunting the creature who stood in the center of the clearing. “Picking on creatures half your size again Giddeon?”
Devorah Fox and Fan Fiction
The Sincerest Form of Flattery, a guest post by Devorah Fox
“Fan fiction” is a term that describes stories about characters or settings written by fans of the original work rather than by the original creator. Fan fiction is rarely commissioned or authorized by the original work’s owner, creator or publisher. Writers of fan faction assume that their work will be read by other fans of the work that inspired the creativity and so readers of the fan fiction are expected to have some familiarity with the characters, setting, plot, etc. of the original work on which the fan fiction is based.
Fan fiction isn’t a new phenomenon. According to Wikipedia, the Bronte sisters wrote fan fiction, as did readers of Alice in Wonderland and Sherlock Holmes. Fan fiction has been very popular in the sci-fi genre, and it really got a boost in response to Star Trek. The Internet gave rise to an increase in fan fiction. One statistic states that fan fiction comprises one third of all content about books on the Web. There are fanzines and conventions and Internet sites like www.fanfiction.net for publishing, sharing and reviewing fan fiction.
Though it seems innocent enough, fan fiction has given rise to controversy. Some argue that it’s plagiarism while other claim that fan fiction, or at least the nonprofit variety, falls under the fair use doctrine. Lucasfilms Ltd. has taken action to control the use of Star Wars characters in fan fiction while J. K. Rowling has given the nod to writers of fan fiction based on her characters. A new effort launched by Amazon.com in May, 2013, is designed to give a forum to fanfiction writers while guarding the intellectual property rights of the original works’ creators. Kindle Worlds allows fan fiction stories of certain licensed media properties to be sold in the Kindle Store provided the writing meets certain conditions. The fan fiction writers and the creators of the licensed work are both compensated, as is of course amazon.
The issue of fan faction recently came up in a Facebook group to which I belong and the general consensus seemed to be resentment. I suppose if someone were making a mint from fiction based on my characters I’d feel differently but for now I cherish the fan fiction that’s been inspired by The Lost King and The King’s Ransom. For one, I find the mere fact that my writing spurred that initiative in someone else to be validating. Isn’t awakening creativity in someone else about the highest compliment an artist can be paid?
I’ve also learned a lot from the fanfic written about King Bewilliam and his world. It’s like someone held a mirror to my character, turned it at an angle and showed me a different side. I have in turn been inspired by the added dimensions that I see the character can have, the different paths that he can take. Because fanfic writers have their unique style, my character has had a chance to play in different arenas.
A fan of my novels who is a sand sculptor created his interpretation of King Bewilliam’s Bell Castle. Is a sand castle fan “fiction,” plagiarism, fair use or something else entirely? Whatever it is, I find it complimentary. Not only that, in my writing I have imagined what buildings are on the castle grounds and describe the rooms’ interiors but haven’t given much consideration to the buildings’ exteriors. Frankly, I’m eager to see what they look like.
So is fan fiction, like imitation, the sincerest form of flattery or is it theft?
About Devorah Fox
Winner of four National Novel Writing Month marathons, Devorah Fox has written for television, radio, magazines, newspapers, and the Internet. Publisher and editor of the BUMPERTOBUMPER® books for commercial motor vehicle drivers, she is also developer of the Easy CDL apps for the iPhone and iPad. She has written test preparation guides for Barron’s Educational Series, Inc. and edited books for Techni-Com, a Canadian publisher, as well as several novels. Born in Brooklyn, New York, she has lived in Port Aransas, Texas, since 2005. Secretary of the Rockport Writers Group, Fox writes the “Dee-Scoveries” blog at http://devorahfox.com and column of the same name for The Island Moon newspaper. She wrote her first novel in the third grade and has written several more since. The Lost King, a literary fantasy, is her first published work of fiction and its sequel, The King’s Ransom, is her most recent.
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So You Want to Be a Writer
I was asked, “What made you want to become an author and do you feel it was the right decision?” The short answer to the question is that I was born a writer, and it was the only possible decision.
I never recall a time when my life goal was anything other than being a writer. When I was as young as six, I began writing stories about the man from Mars for my older sister. I continued to write throughout high school and had finished a novel before I graduated (not that it was any good). My parents, however, were practical people, and while they never told me that I couldn’t be a writer, they insisted I have a back-up plan. When I was looking into college majors, my only true consideration was how would this help me become a writer. I ended up as an English major, which allowed me to read a great deal of literature (every writer needs to first be a reader). Since a bachelor’s degree in English isn’t really an employable degree, I went on to get a Ph.D. in American literature.
In the process of attaining an advanced degree, I stopped writing fiction. I forgot that the Ph.D. and a university professorship was merely the back-up plan. I wrote the literary criticism that was necessary to advance myself in academia, and I was absolutely miserable. As I now tell my creative writing students, a writer has to write in order to be happy. I believe that being a writer, or an artist of any kind, is part of a person’s soul, and if that part isn’t nurtured, the soul withers.
One day in the midst of writing a piece of literary criticism, I realized why I was unhappy. My soul was starved. I threw away the partially complete literary article and began my first novel instead.
While my lack of literary publications and my writing of fantasy fiction, which is not highly regarded in academia, has stopped me from advancing to a full professorship, I have never regretted this decision. My soul is no longer withering.
Of course, I want as many people as possible to read my books, but even if they were never read by anyone but me, writing them was the only possible decision for me to live a fulfilled life. Writing makes me happy. Writing feeds my soul.
So if I have any advice for aspiring writers out there, it would be to remember that a writer has to write. Don’t let anything stop you even if the entire world tells you you’re wasting your time. Your soul knows better.
Are you a writer? Share what it was like for you in the comments.
Bossy Characters
I was asked whether I had any “side stories” about the characters is The Goddess’s Choice. A better question would be, did my characters have any stories about themselves that they insisted I write?
As every novelist knows, a well developed character is in some sense alive. This sounds weird to someone who is not a writer, but characters come to exist in a space of their own, which isn’t entire identical to the author’s imagination. These characters can become insistent, down right bossy, in letting an author know that there is more to their stories that needs telling. I had several of these bossy characters in The Goddess’s Choice, but the bossiest of them was Darhour, a former assassin. While some of my other characters were content with short stories of their own, Darhour insisted I write an entire novel about him.
Darhour plays an important role in The Goddess’s Choice, but he is not one of the two major characters. We meet him as the Master of the King’s Horse who has a terribly scarred face and an especially fondness for the princess. Later, we learn that he was once the world’s most notorious assassin who has since taken a vow never to kill again. In The Goddess’s Choice, we learn some things about his past and why he feels such a strong attachment to the princess. But Darhour let me know in no uncertain terms that he was not content with what I’d told the world about him in this novel. He wouldn’t leave me alone until I had written a novel, which both tells his story after the end of The Goddess’s Choice and relates his past so that the reader understands what turned a simple stable groom into a killer.
While a man whose killed more people than he can remember may not sound like a sympathetic character, Darhour knew that once readers fully knew his story, they would not judge him harshly. As one reviewer put it, “While he sounds like a ruthless, heartless character, after learning his story, I couldn’t help but really fall in love with him.”
So if The Goddess’s Choice piques your interest in the world’s most notorious assassin, know that in The Ghost in Exile you can find the rest of his story.
Have you created any bossy characters? Tell us about them in the comments. Or is there a minor character in a novel you wish the author would develop in a novel of her/his own?
The Man From Rome Blog Tour
Read about an exciting new paranormal thriller and enter to win a $15 Amazon gift card below.

Rome is a city like no other, protected by a man like no other. He is the unnamed Immortal, the Man from Rome, and he is under attack.
An agent of his secret order has been murdered, her tongue ripped out, her throat coated in molten silver. The killing is meant to be a message, a warning that old enemies have resurfaced to punish the Man for the sins of his past.
Forced to retaliate, the Man sets in motion a sequence of events which pit an American thief, a Roman policewoman, and a fallen Olympian against one another in all-out war. The streets of Rome become a battleground where the supernatural clash with the mortal, and the Eternal City bears witness to yet another chapter in its storied history of violence.
Vengeance reigns supreme in this, the newest Novel from Dylan James Quarles.

Excerpt
Light filtered in through the painters cloth, becoming diffused and shallow. As if in preparation for a slaughter, the floor was covered in newspaper, and the tables were draped with black plastic. Overhead, the light fixtures had been removed so that their wires dangled in stringy noose-like clumps.
Taking all of this in, Cato let the door swing shut behind him. The latch gave an audible click, and was instantly echoed by the snap of a Zippo lighter. Cato started with surprise and turned. In the far corner of the room, a candle had been lit, casting illumination upon a table laden with food. Already seated and waiting for him, a man in a three-piece chestnut suit smiled through the blue haze of his cigarette.
Cato blinked, and a pair of golden-eyes blinked back at him. Like memory made manifest, the Benefactor’s unmistakable face came into view. Cato gaped.
“But—but—you look—”
Tapping his cigarette into an ashtray, the Benefactor held up a hand for silence. Cato faltered and the words died in his throat.
“Before you finish that sentence,” spoke the Benefactor. “May I interject a simple request?”
Physically shaken by the timbre of the Man’s voice, Cato did all that he could just to nod.
“I can see that you are…disturbed by me, Cato—disturbed by what you see. Yet I beg of you, please refrain from uttering that which I have heard more times than I care to remember. Spare history the doom of repetition.”
About the author
Arriving on the scene in 2012 with the publication of The Ruins Of Mars, Dylan James Quarles is one of Amazon’s brightest Kindle Authors.
Using a his signature ability to make scenes come alive in your mind, Quarles immerses the reader in the world of his creation, adding layer upon layer until the narrative plays like a film. Further enriched by unique characters and breath-taking action sequences, his fiction is an ideal blend of entertainment and substance.
Quarles travels often, drawing inspiration for his work from Europe and South East Asia. His newest novel, The Man From Rome, is a direct product of his numerous visits to the Eternal City. Full of on-the-street detail, the novel packs an extra helping of Roman flare for the reader to enjoy!
Links:
Website – www.djqfiction.com
On Twitter – @dylanjquarles
On Facebook – @themanfromrome
The Man From Rome on Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Man-Rome-Dylan-James-Quarles-ebook/dp/B06ZZHTXX1
Santana Young, Science Fiction Author
Welcome to today’s guest, Santana Young, Science Fiction Author Extraordinaire! It’s good to shake things up a bit sometimes.
Santana young grew up watching science fiction and fantasy, her favorite being Babylon 5. She began writing at a young age for fun.
Santana currently lives in Southeast Ohio where she studies and recreates medieval history (Particularly, 13th-14th Century Mongol) as a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism (S.C.A.). She also enjoys painting, drawing, music, and playing games with friends.
Santana holds a B.A. in Anthropology with research interests in archaeology, cultural anthropology, and early forms of humans.
Interview
- Tell us a little about yourself?
I live in Ohio with my husband where we like to do medieval recreation in the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA). I have a B.A. in Anthropology and love studying other cultures and history. I love channeling the things I learn into my stories as analogs to create big complex worlds.
- What made you want to become a writer?
My sister and I loved coming up with stories as kids. She started writing first, and like a typical little sibling, I followed suit. I continued to write over the years, but didn’t decide to publish until after my older sister published, and she encouraged me to share my work with others.
- What are you reading at the moment? Would you recommend it to readers of this blog? Why?
I’m currently reading Chasing Ghosts, the third book in the Judah Black series by E.A. Copen. I definitely recommend this series. The Judah Black series is an urban fantasy that features uncommon monsters, complex plots, and a female protagonist that also is a single mother.
- Tell us something about how you write? i.e. are you a plotter or a pantser? Do you have any weird or necessary writing habits or rituals?
I am definately a plotter. I’ve tried being a pantser, but I feel that my work is much more focused when I plot. I like plotting things out on Scrivener and mark them as scenes and sequels (an idea I got from Deborah Chester’s Fantasy Fiction Formula, a FANTASTIC read). I’m not super strict on it though. Sometimes in the process of writing, I feel something might need to go another way. I might think of a cool idea or a character will tell me. As long as I have a loose idea of where I’m going and major events.
I’m pretty flexible in my writing habits. I can write just about anywhere that I can take my laptop. I’ve written everywhere from coffee houses to in the back room of a recycling store. I like having something to sip on and maybe a snack on hand for when I pause to think. I can get into it enough that I’ll forget to eat or drink all day, and it’s a good way to make sure I’m getting something.
- Could you tell us a bit about your most recent book?
In the Arena, Duncan’s mother died in an attack on the colony they lived on and his relationship with his dad becomes sour. So sour that his dad sells him as a gladiator to a colony that recreates the parts of Rome that people romanticize. He’s told he can gain freedom if he earns enough money but is gaining debt from food and medical expenses every day. He makes close allies and friends who become his new family, particularly Mahmud “Mom” Kartal who teaches him how to fight. But he also has to grow up fast learning hard lessons from the galaxy’s scummiest people.
Duncan learns a secret during his time in the Arena that his mom took to the grave with her. It shakes his world and makes him desperate to get free so he can find more answers, preferably trying to find a way to take his friends with him.
Despite the darkness in Duncan’s life, he’s a fairly light-hearted, smart-mouthed kid. He’s always pushing boundaries. Even when he’s about to give up on people, he finds hope in dark situations.
- Tell us a little about your plans for the future. Do you have any other books in the works?
Yes. Book Two from the Chronicles of Everen Series, Liberator, I hope to have published later this fall. I’m almost finished with edits and hope to have betas reading it early next month. I’m also plotting and working on book three, Stigmata. There will be other books in the series, both as prequel series and side series, in the same universe. I also plan to do an Urban Fantasy series sometime later under the series title the League of Acquisitioneers. I also plan to write a book that will talk about how Anthropology can be used to develop cultures in science fiction and fantasy worldbuilding.
Where can we find you online?
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Arena
Earth is gone…
The galaxy is at war…
But Duncan Alexander Greyson has more important things to worry about.
After the death of his mother, Duncan’s dad sells him into slavery.
Now he must fight for his life in a space-age coliseum, trained to kill by the worst humankind has to offer. He’s promised freedom but only if he can claw his way out from ever-mounting debt.
When a secret his mother took to her grave comes to light, Duncan becomes more determined than ever. He’s leaving Neo Roma. Even if it’s in a body bag.
Excerpt
As a guard escorted him to a cage, Duncan’s skin prickled from all the eyes on him. They studied him, gleaning what they were able from his every move and appearance. They sized him up like lions looking over potential prey. Any one of those gladiators was a candidate for the man who would end Duncan’s brief life. Any one of those gladiators could make Duncan a murderer today.
Duncan’s enclosure was along the front wall. The row of metal cages reverberated when the door slammed shut behind him. The man who escorted him tapped on the display outside of Duncan’s cage and walked away.
Wei was to Duncan’s right. Al was in the one on the other side of Wei. To his left, a stranger stared forward, gripping a lance in his hand. Nobody in the other cages talked to anyone. Is the not talking thing an arena rule or an unspoken rule between gladiators?
He laid his weapons on the floor and slid up onto the stool provided. With no one to talk to, Duncan had to wrestle his nerves alone as he awaited his fate. After a majority of the cages were full, people dressed in suits and dresses entered. They browsed around the men in cages like a stroll at the zoo.
Who are these people? Why isn’t anyone explaining anything to me?
Duncan glanced to Wei. Duncan cleared his throat watching a couple with a young boy looking over one guy a few cells down. Wei sighed. He noticed Duncan’s confused eyes on him. Wei slid off his stool and motioned for Duncan to meet him by the bars. “What’s going on?” Duncan whispered.
“Pre-show, people can pay a fee to come in and take a look. Those screens outside our cells give them information about your wins, losses, and any significant fights. It also tells them what kind of style you use and your betting odds. Spooners like to check us out so they know which to bet on. It also gets them closer to their quote unquote heroes. This is your first chance to make a good impression so stop looking like a confused greenhorn.”
Wei tramped back over to his stool and sat down. He returned to the important task of brooding like the others. Duncan paced back to his stool as the couple with the kid approached. They stopped in front of Duncan’s cage. The man wore a sunflower dress shirt and green tie. He tapped on Duncan’s screen. Way to keep with the Roman atmosphere with that shirt, buddy, Duncan thought with an eye roll.
“A dimachaerus!” The chest-high kid pointed at the swords on the floor, vibrating with excitement. “Like the Ottoman!”
Well at least someone’s having fun, Duncan thought. He looked around at the other gladiators, each perched on their stools like brooding statues. A smile crept across Duncan’s face. I should get people to like me, right? Who likes a guy that looks like he’s got the attitude of an angry badger?
“The Ottoman trained me.” Duncan was bragging but he guessed spectators expected bravado from their heroes.
The boy smiled wide and hopped up and down. “He spoke to me!”
“That’s nice. Don’t talk back. He’s not supposed to talk to us.” The boy’s mother gave Duncan a warning expression.
It didn’t seem like she was scolding Duncan. It was more like she was trying to keep him out of trouble, like he’d broken a rule someone forgot to tell him. Duncan sighed. I guess the not talking thing is a rule. It would have been nice if someone told me.
He went back to his stool and sat slumping forward. He listened as the man read a few things about Alexander the Great. “It’s his first fight. Not good odds.”
The man moved along, the kid waving goodbye to Duncan as they went. Well at least I won someone over.
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