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Feed Your Imagination with Fantasy Book Tour – Week 3

Join Champagne authors Rita Bay, Graeme Brown, L.T, Getty, and R.J. Hore in our Feed Your Imagination with Fantasy Book Tour from March 31st through April 25th. Through our tour host, Juniper Grove Book Solutions, we’ll blog, interview, and visit with book lovers across the internet. The schedule for the week is listed below. Our tour central page contains the full schedule and blurbs, excerpts, and buy links for the tour books HERE.

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Our tour sponsor, Champagne Book Group (Champagne Books and Burst Imprints), is offering up five ebooks at the end of the tour. Enter to win at the bottom of the tour central page HERE . Check out where we’ll be this week.

RITA BAY’S WEBPAGE & BLOG / FACEBOOK / TWITTER

Monday, April 21 L.T Getty’s Guest Post at The Flipside of Julianne

Laura’s Review of R.J. Hore’s The Queen’s Pawn at Trip Down Imagination Road

Tuesday, April 22 Patricia’s Interview of Rita Bay & Review of Finding Eve atRoom With Books

Graeme Brown’s Guest Post at The Cheshire Cat’s Looking Glass

Wed, April 23 CCAM’s Interview of R.J. Hore at Mythical Books

Rita Bay’s Guest Post & Deb’s Review of Finding Eve at Written by Deb

Thur, April 24 Laura Review of L.T. Getty’s of Tower of Obsidian at Trip Down Imagination Road

Graeme Brown’s Guest Post & Deb’s Review of The Pact at Written by Deb

Friday, April 25

 

S. Cu Review of Graeme Brown’s The Pact at Cu’s eBook Giveaways

Jaidis’s Interview of L.T. Getty at Juniper Grove

 

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Feed Your Imagination with Fantasy Tour Week 2

Join Champagne authors Rita Bay, Graeme Brown, L.T, Getty, and R.J. Hore in our Feed Your Imagination with Fantasy Book Tour from March 31st through April 25th. Through our tour host, Juniper Grove Book Solutions, we’ll blog, interview, and visit with book lovers across the internet. The schedule for the week is listed below. Our tour central page contains the full schedule and blurbs, excerpts, and buy links for the tour books HERE.

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Our tour sponsor, Champagne Book Group (Champagne Books and Burst Imprints), is offering up five ebooks at the end of the tour. Enter to win at the bottom of the tour central page HERE . I’m offering two ebooks (Into the Lyons Den and Finding Eve) each week in a drawing to readers who comment on my blog (two winners each week). Extra entries (one for each) for following me on Facebook or following my blog .

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Check out where we’ll be this week

Monday, April 14 L.T. Getty’s Guest Post at Sheila Deeth

R.J. Hore’s Guest Post at The Flipside of Julianne

S.M.’s Book Review of Graeme Brown’s The Pact at S.M. Bysh Author

Tuesday, April 15  

CCAM’s Interview of Rita Bay at Mythical Books

L.T. Getty’s Guest Post at The Cheshire Cat’s Looking Glass

Wed, April 16  

Denise’s Review of Rita Bay’s Finding Eve at Rantings of a Closet Vamp Princess

Jaidis’s Interview of R.J. Hore at Juniper Grove

Thur, April 17  

J. Hooligan’s Review of Graeme Brown’s The Pact at Platypire Reviews

Rita Bay’s Bucket List at Laurie’s Thoughts & Reviews

 

Friday, April 18

 

Graeme Brown’s Guest Post & of Rebecca’s Review of The Pact at Spellbindings

 

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Feed Your Imagination with Fantasy

Join Champagne authors Rita Bay, Graeme Brown, L.T, Getty, and R.J. Hore in our Feed Your Imagination with Fantasy Book Tour from March 31st through April 25th. Through our tour host, Juniper Grove Book Solutions, we’ll blog, interview, and visit with book lovers across the internet. The schedule for the week is listed below. Our tour central page contains the full schedule and blurbs, excerpts, and buy links for the tour books HERE.

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Our tour sponsor, Champagne Book Group (Champagne Books and Burst Imprints), is offering up five ebooks at the end of the tour. Enter to win at the bottom of the tour central page HERE . I’m offering two ebooks (Into the Lyons Den and Finding Eve) each week in a drawing to readers who comment on my blog (two winners each week). Extra entries (one for each) for following me on Facebook Twitter or following my blog .

RITA BAY’S WEBPAGE & BLOG / FACEBOOK / TWITTER

Check out where we’ll be this week.

Mon, April 7

Laura’s Review of Rita Bay’s Finding Eve at Trip Down Imagination Road
 

Tuesday, April 8

R.J. Hore’s Guest Post at The Cheshire Cat’s Looking Glass

Graeme Brown’s Ten’s List at Laurie’s Thoughts & Reviews

Wed, April 9 Jaidis’s Interview of Rita Bay at Juniper Grove
 

Thur, April 10

CCAM’s Interview of L.T. Getty at Mythical Books

S.M.’s Review of L.T. Getty’s Tower of Obsidian at S.M. Bysh Author

Friday, April 11

Laura’s Review of Graeme Brown’s The Pact at Trip Down Imagination Road

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Writing Process Blog &Tag

Thank you to Celia Breslin (http://celiabreslin.com/blog/) for the tag. If you haven’t checked out her vampire series – The Tranquilli Bloodline – which begins with Haven, and you’re into vampires, I can promise one of the best reads of the year. it’s available HERE M y answers are a tad complicated, but please read on.

1. What am I working on? I’m a few days from completing the final story in my shapeshifter trilogy, Lyons’ Tales. Tentatively titled The Alpha’s Prey, this hot novella completed the story of the Lyons’ Family. All questions are answered and all conflicts resolved. In the planning stages are the first of a series of erotic mythology novellas, tentatively titled Cupid’s Back in Town.
2. How does my work differ from others of its genre? As you can see from my books on the left, I’m writing in several genres. So far, I have paranormal (shapeshifter and vampire), historical, contemporary, fantasy, and mythology books published , including M/F and M/M from sweet to erotic romance. I plan to write a space opera later this year, a couple more historicals, and a Christmas Regency story called the Twelfth Night Queen. I like to do a LOT of research and incorporate it into my books. All of my books have a humorous element also. You can click any of the gold icons on the left to read the blurb and excerpt with a buy link.
3 Why do I write what I do? Because I have to? I would be SO bored writing in one genre. I haven’t quite found which genre I like the best. Maybe some day. The only essential elements in my writing is the need for a happily ever after with a bit of humor mixed in.

On short notice, I only have two authors to tag – both paranormal/fantasy authors. Both are well worth the visit this weekend:
Graeme Brown http://www.graemebrownart.com
L.T. Getty http://ltgetty.wordpress.com/
Thank you for visiting. BTW, Graeme, L.T., and I begin a huge multi-author book tour next week with loads of gifts from us and out publisher, Champagne/Burst Books. Join us at any of our webpages.

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“SHADOWS” by Graeme Brown

Graeme Brown is a Champagne Book Group author and editor who contributed a story that I made the mistake of reading for the first time at night. Worse yet, my Ouija board is stored in the basement.

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“Never use a Ouija Board alone.” That’s what the student who used to babysit us said. “Put it away in the box, until the next time you come over.”

She was a university student, and thought it was a hoot when my friend and I would use the Ouija Board together and it would spell bizarre things we didn’t even understand. There was a guy who jumped off the cliff and kept spelling lewd words we sort of understood, but she understood better. He was a lot of fun, and kept us entertained for the night. It was my first time using such a thing, and the Ouija Board was mine.

We used it every time I’d come over and Gail was babysitting us. It was a secret. Except she didn’t know that I actually was using the board alone. After school, I’d take it out and wait until the glider started moving. I made a friend who called himself Marko. He spelled mostly swears, and it seemed a lot on nonsense.

“Are there any other spirits in the room?” That’s what I asked one night with my friend and Gail, after our suicide victim entertained us a bit.

The glider moved to the word “yes”.

“Who are you?”

The letters followed, spelling out “devil.”

“Okay, this is freaking me out now,” the babysitter said. The glider moved faster, forming threats. I started to get frightened.

I-M W-A-I-T-I-N-G A-T T-H-E D-O-O-R

“Stop. That’s enough for tonight.”

We did as she told us and put the Ouija Board away, but I remember when I left the next morning, looking at the shadows under the porch, feeling like something was there.

Over the next week I felt like I was being watched. The shadows under the trees seemed darker, and at night I’d stare at the hall through my open door, swearing I could hear a whisper. It got worse every night, even though I stopped using the Ouija Board alone.

Then one night I actually heard shuffling, or so I thought. The stairwell at the end of the hall looked like it was moving, and even though I was twelve I couldn’t convince myself it was just my imagination. Something was waiting there.

I rushed to my door and shut it, but even with that done I couldn’t sleep. I was terrified. I pulled the blanket up over my head and shook. Spirits can move through doors.

Somehow I did fall asleep. The next day after school I took my Ouija Board and burned the paper off it on the stove. My mom asked why I’d done it and I told her my story. Her eyes went wide with disbelief.

“Oh my God…” She clutched her chest. “I’ve been waking up over the last several weeks at night, feeling someone breathing down my neck.”

Just when I thought it was my imagination she had to say that.

 I should have destroyed the Ouija Board right then and there, but unfortunately I put it in the shed. Ten years later it wreaked havoc in my life, enough for me to finally realize it belonged in a bonfire. Only when I watched it burn did I finally feel that presence leave.

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 THE PACT SYNOPSIS:

the pact ecoverEnter the world of Will Lesterall, a boy who’s grown up in the safety of his father’s castle.

Tales of the outside world ruled by warring kings and creatures of nightmare have never seemed a threat, yet on the night celebrating the two hundredth year of the sacred Pact that has kept Fort Lesterall safe, a secret intrigue ripens, and in the course of a few hours Will is confronted with a choice greater than he can comprehend.

Join an unlikely hero as destiny pulls him into the middle of an ancient conflict between fallen gods and ambitious women, one that demands blood, both holy and wicked, and the power of an ancient fire bound in steel. As swords clash below a watching wood, hope and betrayal war as fiercely as fear and valor.

Whether he lives or dies, Will Lesterall will never be the same.

THE PACT EXCERPT:

Will hurried across the dark stones. The soft tap of his shoes against the cobbles echoed in the empty Square. In the middle, where the ground sloped down toward the sewer drains, the statue of Amarr the Barbarian cast a long shadow. Will passed into it and stopped. He heard voices.

Two men spoke in hushed tones, but their words carried when the wind wasn’t gusting.

“It’s that hag, I tell ya,” came one voice. “She’s roundin’ them up, preparing one of her big spells, she is. I heards there’s a sacrifice comin’, and she means to raise the dead.”

“Don’t be stupid, Roth.” Will recognized the raspy tone at once. It belonged to Mern, the whitesmith, whose half-slashed throat had never fully healed. Will squinted, but couldn’t see where the voices came from, other than realizing they drifted over from the dark, walled yard outside Hellistead’s Tavern.

“I’ll not have ya callin’ me stupid. Oh no. I know what this is about an’hoo. You’re just afraids, justs protectin’ yurself. Ya know whatcha got in it, ands I don’t blame you for bitin’ your tongue.”

“Quiet, you hay-brained crofter,” Mern spat. “Tonight’s not a night to whisper about such treacheries. The Lord Ham will cut your tongue out, and the world’ll be a better place for it if he does.”

“Old Cren will put it back, if he do, but I says he’d best act quick, or he’ll be lacking for the parts as fits him proper. The night’s black, Mern, and it’s gettin’ blacker yet.”

There was a hollow clatter, then sharp hisses. The man who spoke improperly cursed in words that would have made Grandma Mae gasp then Will heard quick footsteps and a series of clunks. He looked back to the castle, to where father gathered his fighters, then the other way, to the Stablehouse. If father’s in trouble, I have to warn him. Will knew his words wouldn’t be taken seriously, though.

He began to run across the stone expanse. Fort Lesterall won’t fall. Mern’s a wicked man, and whoever that other one is, he’s got no wits. Cren’s just an old woman who lives in the woods. She probably doesn’t even exist.

The side door to the Stablehouse opened as Will arrived, revealing a long labyrinth of stalls lit by rows of hanging lanterns. Jak peeked from behind the door, and Will slipped inside. When the older boy closed it, the dangerous night seemed far away. They were alone, Jak peering at Will, a curry comb still clasped in his hand. He was broad-limbed and of average height, with tousled hair the color of wet earth and eyes like onyx. As usual, he smelled of straw and horse manure, but that only made him all the more inviting.

Jak grinned. “I thought you’d hurry over after the feast proper. Too many clouds tonight, though. I’m afraid we won’t be spying Hell’s Cap, but I’ve another surprise for you. Found it myself, last night.”

“We won’t be going to the groves, Jak.” Will lowered his voice. “The Unborns are going to attack. Alter Dun showed the Red Token. That means the Unborns have challenged us. The Pact is broken. Even as we speak, my father’s gathering an army.”

“Of course he is.” Will turned toward the metal spiral stair. Barrik, a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair and a bushy moustache, bent his impressive height as he descended from the second floor serving quarters. “I’ve a hundred retainers to see to and that’s lots of horseshit, my little prince. A good thing they’ve taken to the barracks. I’m full, and there’s a thousand more coming, twenty companies marching under you uncle’s banner knight, Telliken. If we hold the night, then there will be others, and we’ll feed the Unborns hell like they haven’t seen in centuries. But if what I’ve heard’s true, then they have hell to feed us first, before we can draw breath.”

Will gaped at the Master of Stables then shook his head fiercely. “Fort Lesterall cannot fall.”

Barrik grunted, though it sounded like a laugh. He picked up a pail and carried it to a nearby stall. “I wish I believed that, lad, but this world’s not run on luck, I’m afraid. A man forges his own blade then learns to use it, or he gets cut by everyone around him. This world’s a fierce battlefield, a bitch with a thousand teeth.”

“We can fight with them,” Jak insisted. “I’ve practiced with the sword you gave me lots of times in the groves. I’m not bad.”

“You would be with armor on.” Barrik came out of the stall with a pail full of black dung. He looked at Will, at Jak, his expression grave. “No, you boys have another errand…

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AUTHOR LINKS:   Website / Twitter / Blog

AUTHOR BIO

Graeme Brown is has been enchanted by the epic fantasy genre since he was a child, and consequently he started creating his own world with its stories at the age of thirteen. Influenced by writers like J.R.R. Tolkien, Robert Jordan, and George R. R. Martin, he has finally brought the first of those stories to life with his debut title, a short story called The Pact—48 pages that will whisk you away to a dark, medieval fantasy world with gritty realism. When he’s not writing, he can be found exploring number theory problems or writing computer programs, training for a marathon, or unwinding in a yoga hot room. He has also explored other facets of art, both as a hobby and a profession, including vector graphics, pen and ink, classical piano, and web design. Despite being a full time student and a junior editor for Champagne Books, he makes sure to do a little writing every day.

For more about Graeme, visit his WEBSITE

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Back on Track Again – I Think

BruiserLife has been getting in the way again, but I think my train is back on track. Two moves and fifteen gallons of paint later, everyone who needed moving and/or something painted is now moved and/or residing in newly-painted splendor.  My stack of business work that accumulated when I was doing my family’s bidding is gone. A double garage that was once full of “stuff” from two moves – neither of them mine – can now accommodate my car.  Other than puppy-sitting Bruiser –  my daughter’s pound puppy – for the next week while she plays on an island paradise in the Caribbean, I’m almost caught up at home. (Check out an old pic of our boy!) So progress has been made.

My first contemporary military story was released this month – Search & Rescue from Secret Cravings Publishing – and Finding Eve – the second of the Lyons’ Den shapeshifter stories from Champagne Books – has passed its final proof.

Next Monday, I’ll finally post  The Next Big Thing Blog Hop at my group blog Southern Sizzle Romance after being tagged by Celia Breslin two weeks ago. I’m telling far more about myself and my latest story, Search & Rescue, than I planned. I’ll tag Champagne author Graeme Brown in The Hop. Also on the 29th, I’m posting at Love Romances Café which brings me to today’s effort – finishing the post for Dawn by tomorrow. So it’s back to work for me. Maybe I should post my progress as I struggle through the next week preparing for my August writing marathon.

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An Author’s Desk: Graeme Brown

My guest author today at An Author’s Desk is Graeme Brown. Graeme is an author of epic fantasy whose debut novella, The Pact, was published recently by Burst Books, the scifi/fantasy imprint of Champagne Book Group. Graeme is also a fellow author in the group blog, Worlds of the Imagination, a scifi/fantasy blog for authors and readers of the genre. Check out Grame’s bio, writing area, books (with link), book blurb, and contact info.

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Graeme_3 I write epic fantasy, but also have explored science fiction and have a series I’d like to write when I’m done the fantasy arc I have planned out. I am also a junior editor for Champagne Books. Aside from being a lover of epic fantasy (George R. R. Martin, Robert Jordan, to name my favorites), I am a math lover. I have been given the opportunity to being some research while still an undergraduate, thanks to one of my former professors who took me under his wing, so I spend my days wandering between the worlds of modular arithmetic and various fantasy universes.

When I’m in this (normal) world, I enjoy yoga, running, coffee-shop-hopping, and playing the piano. I also have a background in web design and SEO, which I did for several years before returning to the world of academia and publishing.
I like to make a mess when I write. Small pages and little booklets are great, because the more I can spread out, the better. I’m in the process of playing around with Scrivener, but, from experience working on computer versus working by hand, I find marrying digital with tactical is still my style of preference, especially since I do a lot of diagramming with maps and sigils and settings.
I prefer to write every day, just a little, because it keeps me connected to the story, blends in the rumination process with the writing process. I also only write one draft.

This works because I don’t write front to back. I develop the draft as I go advancing the word count by a couple hundred words every day (crossing a thousand on the great days), but spend a lot of the writing time pushing other relevant sections to their edge. I find this process not only provides the right inspiration to get into the story (and eliminated writer’s block), but also allows me to tie in elements from earlier.

A standard writing session for me involves first sitting down, opening my black box (which has my miniature profile and outline sheets), spreading out my pages before me – outline on the left, characters on the right, settings, maps, and world-building tracking sheets out of the way but ready for access. I work at the computer, usually with a coffee. Before I start writing, I spend anywhere from ten to twenty minutes going over my outlines and character profiles. I’ll open the manuscript document on the computer, read a bit from the day before, jump around to other sections – whatever the particular session calls for – and once I start feeling the story’s voice sediment, I begin. A writing session is usually about an hour, though I prefer two or more; I most often end them by choice because I know I have my other ten or so tasks for the day awaiting me.

I can work anywhere, so long as I have the space and I’m not distracted, especially by email. I’ve written in bed (with the bed made!), at the kitchen table, on the futon, at my favorite lounge at the university, in many a Starbucks or Second Cup. In that picture, I am writing at my partner’s mother’s house, one of my favorite studies where I usually do Saturday writing (his old bedroom, soon to turn into a spa room, so I’m getting my fix while I can!).

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The Pact is a short tale that will whisk you away to the castle wonderland of Will Lesterall, a boy who’s grown up safe and secure but who will soon find himself at the center of a secret plot hatched between fallen gods and wicked women. For intrigue and tension lurk behind the proud tapestries of Fort Lesterall, and a night that begins with wine and feasting soon will end with blood and the budding of an old prophecy’s seeds. The crossed daggers of House Lesterall have been its sigil since its founding, but their meaning a mystery – until this night, when Will discovers the power of his bloodline and the deeper fire within him.

the_pact_coverThe Stablehouse climbed three stories, a narrow building just twenty feet shy from touching the top of the double outer wall that surrounded the castle’s north flank. Lights shone in the top floor windows and a few others at ground level, where the horses were kept. Will hurried across the dark stones. The soft tap of his shoes against the cobbles echoed in the empty Square. In the middle, where the ground sloped down toward the sewer drains, the statue of Amarr the Barbarian cast a long shadow. Will passed into it and stopped. He heard voices.
Two men spoke in hushed tones, but their words carried when the wind wasn’t gusting.
“It’s that hag, I tell ya,” came one voice. “She’s roundin’ them up, preparing one of her big spells, she is. I heards there’s a sacrifice comin’, and she means to raise the dead.”
“Don’t be stupid, Roth.” Will recognized the raspy tone at once. It belonged to Mern, the whitesmith, whose half-slashed throat had never fully healed. Will squinted, but couldn’t see where the voices came from, other than realizing they drifted over from the dark, walled yard outside Hellistead’s Tavern.
“I’ll not have ya callin’ me stupid. Oh no. I know what this is about an’hoo. You’re just afraids, justs protectin’ yurself. Ya know whatcha got in it, ands I don’t blame you for bitin’ your tongue.”
“Quiet, you hay-brained crofter,” Mern spat. “Tonight’s not a night to whisper about such treacheries. The Lord Ham will cut your tongue out, and the world’ll be a better place for it if he does.”
“Old Cren will put it back, if he do, but I says he’d best act quick, or he’ll be lacking for the parts as fits him proper. The night’s black, Mern, and it’s gettin’ blacker yet.”
There was a hollow clatter, then sharp hisses. The man who spoke improperly cursed in words that would have made Grandma Mae gasp then Will heard quick footsteps and a series of clunks. He looked back to the castle, to where father gathered his fighters, then the other way, to the Stablehouse. If father’s in trouble, I have to warn him. Will knew his words wouldn’t be taken seriously, though.
He began to run across the stone expanse. Fort Lesterall won’t fall. Mern’s a wicked man, and whoever that other one is, he’s got no wits. Cren’s just an old woman who lives in the woods. She probably doesn’t even exist.
The side door to the Stablehouse opened as Will arrived, revealing a long labyrinth of stalls lit by rows of hanging lanterns. Jak peeked from behind the door, and Will slipped inside. When the older boy closed it, the dangerous night seemed far away. They were alone, Jak peering at Will, a curry comb still clasped in his hand. He was broad-limbed and of average height, with tousled hair the color of wet earth and eyes like onyx. As usual, he smelled of straw and horse manure, but that only made him all the more inviting.
Jak grinned. “I thought you’d hurry over after the feast proper. Too many clouds tonight, though. I’m afraid we won’t be spying Hell’s Cap, but I’ve another surprise for you. Found it myself, last night.”
“We won’t be going to the groves, Jak.” Will lowered his voice. “The Unborns are going to attack. Alter Dun showed the Red Token. That means the Unborns have challenged us. The Pact is broken. Even as we speak, my father’s gathering an army.”
“Of course he is.” Will turned toward the metal spiral stair. Barrik, a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair and a bushy moustache, bent his impressive height as he descended from the second floor serving quarters. “I’ve a hundred retainers to see to and that’s lots of horseshit, my little prince. A good thing they’ve taken to the barracks. I’m full, and there’s a thousand more coming, twenty companies marching under you uncle’s banner knight, Telliken. If we hold the night, then there will be others, and we’ll feed the Unborns hell like they haven’t seen in centuries. But if what I’ve heard’s true, then they have hell to feed us first, before we can draw breath.”
Will gaped at the Master of Stables then shook his head fiercely. “Fort Lesterall cannot fall.”
Barrik grunted, though it sounded like a laugh. He picked up a pail and carried it to a nearby stall. “I wish I believed that, lad, but this world’s not run on luck, I’m afraid. A man forges his own blade then learns to use it, or he gets cut by everyone around him. This world’s a fierce battlefield, a bitch with a thousand teeth.”
“We can fight with them,” Jak insisted. “I’ve practiced with the sword you gave me lots of times in the groves. I’m not bad.”
“You would be with armor on.” Barrik came out of the stall with a pail full of black dung. He looked at Will, at Jak, his expression grave. “No, you boys have another errand…

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You can follow/contact Graeme at   Webpage *  Twitter * Email          Thank you, Graeme, for visiting and sharing.  Rita Bay

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Meet The Fantasy Folk

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The Fantasy Folk, a group of fantasy/scifi authors published with Champagne Book Group, debut all day Saturday at the Latte Lounge at Coffee Time Romance. (I know it says 8 – 9 pm but we plan to play all day.) Join us for book talk, world-building, and giveaways. Click the icon above to visit us at CTR. Later, Rita.

 

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