GEM: Ch’kara SilverWolf

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Today I am starting a new feature: Guest Excerpt Moment…or GEM and my first visit is with Ch’kara SilverWolf.

I got up early to catch the virtual flight to Australia and am presently sitting in her backyard having tea. The crisp fall air is still and the wisps of steam from the fragrant brew soothes my jet lag. I look around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sheerak, Ch’kara’s dragon friend, but the magnificent creature is being elusive. ~sigh~ Oh well. Swallowing a sip of warmth I ask, “What are the most important attributes to remaining sane as a writer?”

Ch’kara’s eyes twinkle as she puts her cup down with a sputtering laugh. “God I don’t think I know any ‘sane’ writers (apologies to any writers who think they might be sane). We constantly live in other worlds. We hold conversations with ourselves. I’m sure if we were assessed we would probably be locked away.” Her smile gentles, “I would not want to live any other way.”

“What are books for?”

Her gaze drifts to the nearby trees in thought. “Books are for taking you on magikal adventures. To play in the Realm of Faerie. To fly through the skies, and travel on space ships. To bring joy. To allow yourself to laugh, cry and express whatever emotions are evoked by the words on the pages.”
I can’t help but grin in delighted agreement as I, too, scan the trees… hoping Sheerak will peek out of the foliage. “What inspires you in your writing?”

“I am sometimes inspired by the simplest things. I may see a young child who reminds me of the Fae. Or I may hear someone say something that will spark an idea. I never go anywhere without a notebook and pen. I have just included a new character into my current novel because I heard her name and a character popped into my head and began life.”

Thinking about her words I ask. “Do you think about death?”

She shakes her head. “I never think about death in relation to myself. I died once and came back, so I am not afraid of it.”

I smile to myself. I like that answer as I believe that fearing the inevitable is futile. Ch’kara is a creative and well grounded woman.

“Have you ever found true love?” I ask and notice a look of contentment soften what few lines are visible on her face in reaction to the question.

“Yes, I fell in love with my best friend. He waited for twelve years for me to ‘wake up’ and realize we were meant to be. We are still best friends after 23 years.”

I pick up a copy of her book which we’d brought out with the tea tray. “What experience do you want for your readers?”

She smiles toward the tree and I again search the branches for the dragon.

“I would like my readers to become a part of the story. I want them to forget where they are and be transported into my world.”

“What are you currently working on?”

“I am nearly finished book two of Prophecy of Nitesh. I had quite a few delays, but am pleased it will be ready soon.”

“Tell me about your first book.”

She looks toward the trees as she composes her words. “This is the story of Montayna, a young woman born of both light and dark magik who never knew her parents. She earns her freedom with a bit of magik even she was hardly aware of, but her skill is growing and she needs to find answers. Who is she? Where did her powers come from?  To find those answers she sets out on a journey of discovery, both inward and outward, of dark mysteries as well as light. Will she master them, or they her???

“Inexperienced and facing incredible dangers in the course of her quest to defeat the darkness that is spreading inexorably across her world, her journey takes her through a landscape of wizards, elves, faeries and wolves, as she throws herself headlong into the fray to challenge the malevolent designs of a powerful Dark Lord. ??

“It is a journey that will eventually change Montayna as well as the world around her.”

“Can I share an excerpt with my blog visitors?”

Ch’kara nods and hands me the except from Daughter of Light & Dark.

Montayna was terrified; every word the woman spoke, dripped with evil. The fear she felt enveloped her. In that moment, she felt Sheerak. You can survive this. I cannot help you, and I will not be able to communicate with you after this, but you will survive. Find that strength within. I will be waiting.

As suddenly as she had appeared, she was gone. The woman had clearly known she had communicated with someone. This sent her into a rage.

“No magik is to be used here. You will do as I say and learn.”

“How can you say no magik may be used? You are dripping with evil magik.”

The woman laughed a hideous ugly sound. “It is you, who may not use magik if you want to pass this challenge. This will be oh so easy for me. You will never survive. It is almost beneath contempt that they have sent me such a pathetic girl.”

Montayna felt hatred being thrown at her. It was like a physical thing, and then she was pushed to the floor of the cavern. She was held by an invisible force, and could not move for a very long time. She fell in and out of sleep, and when she could finally move, her muscles were cramped, and she was dirty and hungry. Slowly she began to move her stiff and aching joints. She had no idea whether it was day or night, or even how long she had been there. Her eyes had now adjusted to the darkness. She looked around and saw a bucket on one wall. Standing up, she stretched, then looked inside the bucket. There was water, though it looked dirty, but she was so thirsty. If she was to survive this, she needed to keep up her strength. She could not understand why the Nunnehi had put her here. From what Gilcune had said of them, they were honourable. Why would they have agreed to this? She finally drank some of the water, and it was indeed filthy. She could taste the grit, but at least it quenched her thirst. She was determined she would survive, no matter what.

Inspecting the cavern, she followed the walls, feeling carefully with her hands. There didn’t seem to be any opening. How was she to get out? She sat down and thought of all that had happened. There was obviously a reason, but she could make no sense of why she was being challenged in this way. If the dark side was trying to entice her, then this surely was not the way. Sighing, she stood up, and began to feel her way around the cave once more. Her fingers felt a groove in the rock. She could feel a breeze and knew this was an outer wall. This must be an opening. The challenge was how to get it open. Feeling around with her foot, she stubbed her toe on a rock. Without moving too far away, she picked up the rock and began working at the groove. It was a slow process. She was tired, hungry, and thirsty, but was determined not to stop. Finally, a great chunk of rock fell and she felt fresh air on her face. A tear trickled down her face, but she brushed it aside and continued until she had made a hole big enough for her to crawl through.

Once through to the next chamber, she discovered it to be much the same as the one she left. With the exception that it had an entrance. She could hear the sound of running water, and headed in that direction. She came upon a rock face with water running down into a pool. She drank her fill, and then washed her face. She tried to see where the water came from, but could not. It was just there. Being faint from hunger, she thought this was why she could not think clearly. She walked to the entrance, taking care to check there were no traps before she stepped through.

She stepped into a passage that as far as she could tell went a very long way. Of course, this was intuition rather than anything else. There was nothing else for her to do but go forward. She had travelled some distance, when she saw a faint light. It was not directly ahead, more off to the right. She increased her pace and arrived at another cavern. This one was clearly lit, with a table and chair to one side. There was warm bread and cheese, and a jug of cool water. Without stopping to think about it, she sat and ate and drank. Later, she realized that may have been a mistake. What if the food was poisoned? It was too late to worry now. What was to be her next step? As she had this thought a parchment appeared on the table. She picked it up and read:

Chosen One
You have managed to come this far unscathed.
Your question now is.
Do you choose the passage on the right or the left?
One will take you to the next level, the other will not.
You must choose now.

She got up and stretched her aching muscles. The cavern had darkened except for an entrance opposite to where she had come in. She stood in the doorway trying to decide. She realized how much she had come to rely on her magikal ability. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and turned left.

The passage was dimly lit and though she travelled for some time, nothing happened. She was just beginning to think she had chosen wrongly, when she felt that same evil malevolence she had in the first cavern.

“Well girl, you have made it this far. Either you had help, or it was dumb luck. Either way, you should have taken the other path. Now you have to fight me, and I am more powerful. So prepare to die, Chosen One.” This last she almost spat at Montayna. The hatred coming from the woman was like a suffocating cloak.

Montayna could still not see her properly. Her face was hidden by magik. They fought with fists like street brawlers. The woman threw Montayna to the ground and got her hands around Montayna’s throat. The advantage Montayna had was from learning to fight as a child. She relaxed her body for just a moment, which took the woman off guard. This gave Montayna a split second to throw her off. As lithe as a cat, Montayna was up, swung around behind her, got her in a headlock and twisted. She heard the breaking of bone and the woman went limp. She let go and slumped down gasping for breath. She realized she had killed the woman, and though she knew it was kill or be killed, she felt sick to her stomach.

She saw the way ahead become lighter. She stood up, walked towards it, and entered another cavern. There was a table with a jug of water, another parchment, and a beautiful sword. She drank some water, then unrolled the parchment.

You have done well Chosen One.
The path you chose was harsh, but you are now that much stronger and perhaps a little wiser.
Accept these gifts as your right.

She looked puzzled as she read this, for there was only one gift. The sword. It was beautiful. Made from what looked like silver, carved with Elvish writing. The handle, made from a dark wood, was carved in the shape of a dragon, with a large dark blue sapphire embedded in its throat.

She picked it up and it fit perfectly in her hand. It began to hum, just as her dagger had when she received it. The cavern filled with brilliant light, so bright she had to shield her eyes. She felt herself being lifted into the air and gently began to spin. She could hear hundreds of voices raised up in song, it was almost deafening. As the sound began to fade, she became aware of her surroundings. She had stopped spinning and floated to the floor. She was now in a room. There were beautiful tapestries hanging on the walls. The floor had a soft covering, and she realized there were no windows. She must be still underground.

The door opened and ShaYung entered. She came and knelt before Montayna, placing her fist across her heart as she spoke. “We honour you, Chosen One. We are yours to command, if and when you have need of us.”

Montayna could not decide whether or not it was fatigue, but everything sounded and felt different. Her senses were heightened. It was as though she knew what ShaYung felt.

“I have prepared a room for you my lady. A bath and clean clothes, then you must sleep before your return to ‘above world’.”

“How long have I been gone?”

“Twenty five days my lady. They can wait one more day until you are rested.”

Montayna soaked her aching body in the wonderful steaming water. She tried to come to terms with the fact that it had been so long. How had she survived that long without food? ShaYung had sent some food to her room. She ate a little, then climbed into the bed, and just as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard the familiar purr of Sheerak.

‘Welcome back little one, all is well. Sleep now.’

I get up leave. “Thank you for the tea and the visit. Please give my hello to your hubby and Sheerak when you see them.”

If you would like to learn more about Ch’kara SilverWolf and her writing you can reach her at: Ch’kara SilverWolf Crafter of Magikal Words

Website www.chkarasilverwolf.com

Blog:  www.sheerak.wordpress.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/ladychkara

Email: chkara.silverwolf@bigpond.com

Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/Daughter-Light-Dark-Prophecy-Nitesh-ebook/dp/B008DCOR2O/

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I Try With A Little Help From My Friends

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This week brought another “first”. My series of five books was combined into one e-unit… a boxed set. It’s a neat idea. As one book is finished you turn the digital page and start the next part of the story. How cool is that?! A further surprise was the boxed set actually hit the top 100 list in one of the sci-fi /fantasy categories. That was completely unexpected as the boxed set is a bit more than a single ebook even though it’s priced so a buyer saves 30% by purchasing all 5 books together vs. individually. *smiles in delight*

So here is a big THANK YOU to every reader who has ever picked up my books, read them, reviewed and told others. YOU ROCK!! Whether I know you or not we are now connected through the stories and are reading FRIENDS.

So I want to share with you the lovely blurb that my friend and publisher wrote about the series which you can read while you hear in your head Joe Cocker sing “With a little help from my friends.”

Please note the final paragraph. My gift to you!

*hugs*

Follow the stories of 3 strong young women who are sages of the planet Ose. As sages, they help keep the planet stabilized and live for centuries.

Marisily’s sage abilities awaken when she flees for her life after watching her mother die. With more citizens becoming victims of the bands of outlaws, Marisily struggles to stay safe when she is targeted for slavery. She becomes key in the clandestine plan among the government to take back the society and reestablish the founding culture. But can they do it in time?

Centuries later, Ree’s abilities awaken during the time of a plague. With her unique sage abilities, she becomes vital to finding the cure to the virulent disease that has taken hundreds. In the middle of the crisis, a counterfeiter takes advantage of the events, putting several other lives in peril. The sages must right the multiple crises before anyone else falls prey to the events. Rare natives of the planet have important information to impart if the sages can decipher their cryptic message.

As the years pass, Erin is born. She is the child of two established sages. But when they are murdered, Erin manages to escape and must disguise herself as a boy to avoid being taken by the men who are after her. She later discovers that they’re not only after her, but all of the sages as they deem them “witches” of the planet. But these murders only upset the planet’s delicate balance and the loss of so many sages causes the planet to become unstable. Earthquakes and storms plague the denizens of Ose. Can the sages manage to fix the problem and restore balance and order to their planet?

Bonus short story included at the end of the collection: The Tin of Honey is a dystopian short story set in the near future. It will be included in Holly’s upcoming short story collection which will be released toward the end of 2014.

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The Lost & More About Obsidian Island

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Over the course of the series many readers have asked about Obsidian Island, the penal colony on Ose. In the final book I expand on what it looks like and what it would be like to be banished there. Obsidian plays a slightly more important role in this book. Here is an excerpt from The Lost (now in print and available on Amazon and other book retailers). Obsidian
~ PROLOGUE: The Penal Colony on Obsidian Island ~

Bure glared at the old man, his whole body vibrating with his effort to suppress his frustration and be civil. He wanted answers and would prefer not to beat them out of the coot. The guy was older than him but looked tough. “How do you get out of this place? I’ve been all over this valley and I’ve not found even a crevice of a cave or a finger hold to scale the walls. You’ve been here awhile. Tell me!”
The grey-haired fellow met Bure’s eyes with a calm confidence. “I’ve watched you. I know. We all search this valley when we first arrive until we come to the same conclusion. So son, tell me, what part of ‘Once you’re in Obsidian Island there is no getting out’ don’t you understand?”
He chuckled when he saw the flair of rage in Bure’s eyes. “It’s true. There’s no exit. Look all you want. Let me tell you what you found: The walls of this crater are glass smooth and very hard so you can’t chip any climbing grips. The trees aren’t tall enough to reach the top if you climbed them. The stream that feeds this valley starts as an artesian spring in the small lake over there and exits in a seep at the west end of the basin. If it didn’t, this whole crater would be a lake with an island in the middle.”
Bure’s growl interrupted the recitation. “Yeah, well what about that stone uplift?” He gestured to the huge column of stone rising from the floor of the basin.
The veteran mused, “It’s interesting isn’t it? A former resident of this place had been a geologist. He said that before Obsidian became extinct it was trying to rebuild itself. That huge stone column is just as smooth and unscalable as all the other walls. It’s high enough that birds perched on the edge are beyond bow range and even if you could get up there, you still would be out of reach of the outer walls.”
Bure snarled.
The older man shook his head. “It isn’t so bad a place when you accept the inevitable. You’ll see, there are resources to build a life here. We’ve all tried to escape and take revenge against those that sent us here but there’s no way out.” He studied the fuming young man. “So what did you do? What laws did you break? My guess would be murder.” He watched as the new man clenched his fists.
Now the seasoned inhabitant threw back his head and laughed deeply. “Thought as much, I know the signs. I’ve been in this extinct volcano for nearly thirty years; killed a witch, I did. Murder is against the law on this world and one of the sure ways to end up here.” The old man’s gravelly voice took on a harder edge, “This crater is the exception, so don’t get ideas, son. I may be older than you but I’m fit and can defend myself. I can still kill you if you push me to it.”
Bure’s scoff of disdain was cut short by an unnervingly strong hand around his throat. The older man laughed with a mad glee, “You’ve heard the phrase, ‘I brought you into this world and I can take you out’? It’s very true, son. I’m Kald…your daddy. So nice of you to provide this little family reunion. Welcome to Obsidian Island.”

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Soooo Much Happening!!

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I have been A.W.O.L. from my blog for a while. Though I haven’t shared with you..(and I’m sorry) it just means my creative energies have been maxed elsewhere. But I’M BACK! :D

In my writing life I have completed and now have published the fifth and final book to the Sage Seed Chronicles (The Lost). I’ve enjoyed the series and thought I should push on to a sixth book but reconsidered. The characters are, for the most part, a part of me. My beloved Grandmother is Ree and the only pet I’ve ever had (very adored but had too briefly) is Tempo. By writing them into the books I was able to be with them again. As I worked on The Lost I realized that I had given those two and many other characters a new life. They live for countless other readers and I can see them continuing on this world that I have made. So it was with a happy feeling of satisfaction that I have finished the series sufficiently that they can carry on without me. LOL Who knows? It may be more peaceful!
Here is my Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B0082ZGU7M

I’ve been writing and hope to have the manuscript of Sunstone completed in the next couple of months. It can also be classified as sci-fi …but completely different. At the same time I’ve been spreading my “genre” wings in a short story collection I’ve been working on.

In my personal life I have designed three new accent tables. One has been custom built and the other two are under construction.

All creativity and curiosity is being turned into something interesting. I will strive to keep in touch.

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Sharing Some Contentment

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Here is an excerpt from the Unraveling:

There was a breeze in the moonlit forest; the shadows shifted and blended as the branches moved. A young woman raced between the trees, oblivious to the branches that tore at her hair and clothing. In her haste, her feet slipped on the leaves and decaying foliage, adding to her terrified flight. The slender girl whirled behind a tree and crouched low. Her large, blue eyes darted back over her trail, searching the flickering shadows for her pursuer. Her breathing was ragged. Where was he?
She tried to catch her breath so she could listen, but her heart was racing like a stampeding elk; her breathing was so choppy that her whimpers escaped her throat in short, ragged bursts. She looked around the tree at the terrain she had just covered. Was that a movement back there? With a gasp, she darted back behind the tree and staggered into motion. She knew he was following. Goose bumps raced up her arms as she tore over the small rise, her heart pumping like a smithy’s bellows.
Something brushed her cheek. At first the soft touch didn’t register through the overwhelming terror of her flight but it came again, this time with a voice. ‘Erin. It’s all right. You’re safe for now. Erin, hear me.’
The light contact came again and abruptly broke through her mind. Startled out of the nightmare that had gripped her, she opened her eyes and with a shuddering breath, looked up into the gentle eyes of the merlin falcon that was standing beside her head. “Thank you, Keir.” Her breath hitched as she spoke. She rose up on one elbow and reached up to touch the bird, but her hand quivered with the remaining adrenaline that still coursed through her blood. “That was . . . terrifying.”
The bird bobbed his head. ‘The nightmare is understandable. The murder of your parents is bad enough, but there’s also the fact that you have new abilities. Erin, you’re sensing the dangerous person who is seeking you. I am sure of it, and that had to play into your dream. But that person isn’t near. My kind have been watching. Rest. Dawn will arrive soon. There are some miles to go yet to get to Ree. She will have some answers for you. Rest. You are safe for now.’
Erin’s nod was a little shaky. She could feel the sweat from the nightmare drying on her skin. “You’re right. It was so real, it’ll take me a few minutes to be clear of it so I can sleep. I’m sorry I woke you, Keir.” She shook her head and her long hair slipped behind her shoulders. A few strands still clung to the sticky sweat on her face. Erin raised a hand that was steadier than it had been moments before and brushed the hair away from her forehead. “I know Ree will at least be able to advise me, because she’s a wise woman, and right now I need all of the advice I can get.”

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Jingle Bells, Mistletoe & Magic Holiday Booklover’s Bash /Virtual Ebook Fair

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This is my first year in the Jingle Bells, Mistletoe & Magic Virtual EBook Fair. It is indeed a book lovers bash! A place to browse and meet the authors, fill your kindle and virtual stockings! Wow!
Anyway…I want to tell you about what I am offering. I’ll be doing a random drawing from everyone who comments and chats with me during this event. There are: ~ four note cards with my wildlife art~ ~three gifts of exotic wood pendants I made during my day job~ ~two gifts of one ebook anthology…These anthologies are short stories written by several authors in a writer group I belong to. They are multi genre with an fascinating range that is sure to delight everyone. I have a short story in each one.
Please comment on the Jingle Bell’s site so I don’t lose your comment. I’d love to hear from you and will be available to chat Friday 6pm PST, Saturday 10:30am PST and Sunday 11:30am PST, for an hour each time. If these time don’t work just leave your comment
(https://www.facebook.com/events/555513161201471/)and I will get back to you when I’m online.
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Here is an excerpt from the Unraveling:

There was a breeze in the moonlit forest; the shadows shifted and blended as the branches moved. A young woman raced between the trees, oblivious to the branches that tore at her hair and clothing. In her haste, her feet slipped on the leaves and decaying foliage, adding to her terrified flight. The slender girl whirled behind a tree and crouched low. Her large, blue eyes darted back over her trail, searching the flickering shadows for her pursuer. Her breathing was ragged. Where was he?
She tried to catch her breath so she could listen, but her heart was racing like a stampeding elk; her breathing was so choppy that her whimpers escaped her throat in short, ragged bursts. She looked around the tree at the terrain she had just covered. Was that a movement back there? With a gasp, she darted back behind the tree and staggered into motion. She knew he was following. Goose bumps raced up her arms as she tore over the small rise, her heart pumping like a smithy’s bellows.
Something brushed her cheek. At first the soft touch didn’t register through the overwhelming terror of her flight but it came again, this time with a voice. ‘Erin. It’s all right. You’re safe for now. Erin, hear me.’
The light contact came again and abruptly broke through her mind. Startled out of the nightmare that had gripped her, she opened her eyes and with a shuddering breath, looked up into the gentle eyes of the merlin falcon that was standing beside her head. “Thank you, Keir.” Her breath hitched as she spoke. She rose up on one elbow and reached up to touch the bird, but her hand quivered with the remaining adrenaline that still coursed through her blood. “That was . . . terrifying.”
The bird bobbed his head. ‘The nightmare is understandable. The murder of your parents is bad enough, but there’s also the fact that you have new abilities. Erin, you’re sensing the dangerous person who is seeking you. I am sure of it, and that had to play into your dream. But that person isn’t near. My kind have been watching. Rest. Dawn will arrive soon. There are some miles to go yet to get to Ree. She will have some answers for you. Rest. You are safe for now.’
Erin’s nod was a little shaky. She could feel the sweat from the nightmare drying on her skin. “You’re right. It was so real, it’ll take me a few minutes to be clear of it so I can sleep. I’m sorry I woke you, Keir.” She shook her head and her long hair slipped behind her shoulders. A few strands still clung to the sticky sweat on her face. Erin raised a hand that was steadier than it had been moments before and brushed the hair away from her forehead. “I know Ree will at least be able to advise me, because she’s a wise woman, and right now I need all of the advice I can get.”

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The Reweaving joins the series!

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Reweaving is out, joining The Founders, Divergent Paths and The Unraveling in the series! This is a big step and I think you as a reader will appreciate it the work that went into it.

When I was first picked up by a boutique press the publisher decided to start with book three:The Unraveling. There was a logic to the decision as Unraveling and Reweaving formed a sequel unit..a series within the series. His editing style was to clean up the punctuation and let the rest of it be “the author’s voice”. The drawback of those two decisions was the story wasn’t sequential and the writing wasn’t polished.

My sincere apologies to any who read the e-book version with the birds on the cover.

Fast-forward to present day. I now have a publisher/editor who really works with me to get the most polished story out there for you the reader. We have put out the first four books in their chronological order and they have been worked over to make the story clean and enjoyable. We put The Reweaving through an extra edit step to add some rewrites. *Smiling in delight* It is a much better read now.

As of this writing The Reweaving is on the “Hot New Releases” and top 100 list on Amazon in three categories! WOOT! How cool is that!

If you haven’t read the others it’s okay. The books can stand on their own but the story is richer when read in sequence. Though there are these four available a fifth is written and will be out late in the year or early 2014. I am currently plotting the sixth.

I hope you find the sage adventures enjoyable. Feel free to contact me here with your comments and questions.

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News Flash:July Events

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NEWS FLASH!

There are many new developments that are happening this month.

First this must be acted on right away! There are only a few days left to take advantage of the free giveaway we have going to celebrate the launch of The Reweaving! http://bit.ly/17aaVcN: An audio book of The Founders and an autographed paperback copy of The Reweaving!
To earn points for the giveaway: Join me on Facebook, Tweet, List the book on Goodreads or send a Picture of one of the Sage Seed Chronicles book or e-book covers. I have the instructions on how to earn the five points for the picture on my author page on Facebook (http://on.fb.me/MPAByW)

The Reweaving will launch on July 16! YIPPEE!

There is an Anthology coming out at the end of the month. It is called The Writer’s Stuff: A Multi-Genre Anthology #1. It is a compilation of short stories, excerpts and drabbles (100 word mini stories inspired by a given picture) from several writer friends of mine. In the Anthology I have something in each category. One of my short stories is related to my first book:The Founders and will be added to the end of that book in August.

We are awaiting the second audio book to be released for sale. Divergent Paths has been recorded and will join The Founders in our audio-book series. The third book The Unraveling will go into recording production soon.

Earlier this month the first three books in the series hit the top 100 in their category on Amazon! WOOT! This is shaping up to be a really interesting month! *Big Grin*

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It’s Almost Here!

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It’s almost time! Drumroll please.(parrr-um..parrr-ummm..pa..pa..parrrr-ummmm)

I’m delighted to announce that book four in the Sage Seed Chronicles series is nearing release. Sequel to Unraveling, The Reweaving is due out July 16, 2013. In celebration we have a fun little giveaway planned. Come one. Come all. Join in the fun for a chance to win some free goodies: An audiobook of The Founders (book 1) and an autographed copy of The Reweaving paperback.

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It’s Not The Victim’s Fault

Holly human brain, Innocent Victims, inspiration, Patrick Stewart, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Senseless act, society & culture 2 Comments

imagesI recently heard of this and I want to share it with you. It is an incredible story on so many levels and I urge you to go to this blog and read then watch the clip. Farther down the page is another link to the original blog and clip. Separately they are powerful beyond expectation. Together they are so phenomenally incredible. They don’t take to long. I urge you to go there and experience this: http://rhondahopkins.com/2013/05/30/patrick-stewart-speaks-out-about-domestic-violence/

I could stop right there and be so satisfied that I had passed this on to you but there is one more thing and it is related… There is a charity that my press is trying to earn money for: Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund. They are working hard to increase the diagnosis and treatment for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. If you are interested in our drive which has one week to go please scroll down a few blog posts on this page. There are two that relate to the charity (http://hollybarbo-books.com/2013/05/two-week-memorial-charity-give-away-promo/). PTSD is what Patrick Stewart’s father had. Because it was untreated it is what caused the abuse that reigned in his home. It’s a terrible condition that tears up lives. No I am not saying that all violence against women is caused by PTSD nor am I saying that all PTSD sufferers are violent against women but it does contribute. If you are so moved please help us on our drive. Thank you.

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