Archive for November, 2013

Back to working

As a writer you can never take a day off really.  Yes I have a new novel out as of yesterday and it is doing well so far.  I have finished up the writing part of Where Angels No Longer Tread and I am waiting for pre readers to have time to read it over.  So I have moved on to my next WIP.  Whether To Save Face or Family is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance.  I have half a novel done on this one and I thought I would post a bit of it here.


That evening Destiny slipped out of the house and headed off.  Donovan had been filled in on the parts of the house to keep the girls out of and she had gotten promises from both Aileen and Monica to listen to what he told them. They would be safe while she was gone.  And that was all that was important.


Heading down through the forest, she made for an animal track that was barely distinguishable from the surrounding brush.  Smiling, she slid into the overgrowth and ran the length of it to a small cave.  Slowing, she stepped inside and nodded.  It was still where she left it.  And it had been cared for.


She ran a glove-covered hand over the leather of the motorcycle’s seat.  It was an old piece of machinery but one she trusted.  She flipped a flashlight of her belt and played the beam over the vehicle.  Checking it for anything out of place, she was surprised by the envelope she found inside the saddlebag.   It was made of heavy, bonded paper and she moved outside as she slit it open.


Don’t worry about the Eagle.  It will carry you fine.

Time is coming for the accounting.  Return with your

younger quickly.  I will be in touch.




Destiny stared down at the embossed paper.  The letter at the end of the note made her shiver inside.  “He’s dead.  They said he was dead.”  She looked about and then crushed the paper in her fingers and flung it away from her.  It didn’t matter.  She had a mission to complete.  The plans of a man who had been missing for years had nothing to do with her.  Striding back into the cave, she wheeled the old Eagle Motorcycle into the setting sunlight and started it up.


Just a taste of what I am working on here.


Expanding scenes you have all ready written or a new excerpt

Yup I do change things as the work goes on.  I enjoy fleshing things out so that they punch you in the gut (or so i hope).  So here is another bit from Where Angels No Longer Tread


These modern replacements for the horse were a wonder that I fully enjoyed.  Riding on mine was the closest I had come to flying in many long years.  When I was past the outlying towns that were a part of the metropolitan area I opened her up and sped toward my destination.  It would be days away but when my brother reached for me he would find me coming closer.


Thankfully my reflexes are better than a humans.  I was distracted by new and old memories as I drove.  Focusing on what Davic had stirred in me would be a pleasant torture that I really did not have the leisure to enjoy but I found myself comparing him to Notus and finding they were much the same.  Somehow I had found a man who could compare to my long lost love.  Finding him now was a sweet sadness that filled hours for me but I pulled my mind from those thoughts as I passed from one state to the next.  The long rolling hills rose to mountains and I paused briefly in one of the passes.  I watched as a single eagle flew silently above me and my heart stuttered in longing.  My dearest wish was to once again ride the winds above the land, like my smaller cousins still do.  Mankind now covers the world but there are still places lonely enough for an Ariel to fly free.


I sat and watched that eagle fly and fed from the true source of nourishment for my kind.  Here the woods were still wild and clean.  Miles away there were men working to clear the last of a field before the snows truly came but here there was only the occasional truck speeding past.  The sun had climbed in the sky till it hit its crest and I could just barely hear the laughter of the winds.  Small birds would drop down and sing to me as I sat there for a long time.  I could have spent days just sitting there but time was moving and I needed to follow it.  Sighing I started the motorcycle back up and headed down from the pass into the next state.


Over the centuries I have traveled all over the planet.  Being dragged from one place to another by the various men who thought they owned me had been difficult but it had been one kind master who had finally set me free.  He had come to understand during the war against slavery that owning any being was wrong.  I do not claim that I suffered like those humans who had been bartered like cattle but I had been a slave longer than any of them could ever understand.  I suffered in ways that they would not for they were rarely kept caged I am sure.  I spent a human lifetime in a gilded cage, forced to sing for fat men who then paid to use my body.


Being bought and sold for the magic in my blood, the song that I could sing and finally for my slender form was much the same though.  My owners all knew that I was not human and had held that tight to their breasts, believing that they were not bad because I was not another human.  It took the son of my last owner really to teach him the difference.  I had been let go, given a settlement and asked to forget them.  I took the settlement but I never forgot the final kindness of freedom.


Just an interlude in the road.

An excerpt from Where Angels No Longer Tread

Yup been working on another novel as many of you know.  I thought I would just pop up a bit of what I have for you to read.  I am worried that I am moving too fast here but it will work out right?


“Now it does not matter Daughter.  Now it is time to remove the taint from your lover and join you together as was meant to be.”  He waved a hand and light sprang up about us, infusing our bodies.  My eyes closed as a warmth I had not felt in centuries filled me, opening my heart and soul back up to the power of the universe.  My clothing dissolved as my hair slid out of the pins holding it and slithered down my body in a fall of molten silver.  Laughter filled me before I bent forward and felt my skin tear with a pleasurable pain beyond any other.


My wings, my long lost and longed for wings burst out of the tattoos and scars of my back.  I stretched them forth with a glad cry, feeling every feather respond to my joy.  I was once again whole.


I turned to look at my love and my jaw dropped open as I gasped.  Davic was bent backwards as the sun ate through his skin. Where my transformation held only a momentary pain it looked as if he was being tortured.


His skin flamed and ashed as I watched.  He fell to his knees, a scream of ultimate suffering filling the temple, of rage and horror and shame and all those things that centuries of living as a killer had wrought upon his soul.  As I watched each sin was pulled out and burned out of his soul.  I could see his bones through the power that filled the temple.  Finally as the light grew almost too bright for even my eyes to see he flung back his head and stretched his arms out with a cry different from the rest.


Wings of black silk broke from his bronzed skin and stretched high into the air.  He screamed again, this time in a rage that I understood only too well.  He then stood, turned and faced me in all his naked glory.  He was complete and I saw in his eyes the memories of all the times we had, of our life before my brother’s treachery and the days we had just lived.  “My love.”



Loved writing that scene.  I hope it stays!

Release date scheduled for The Traveler

One of the great things about using D2D to self publish your work is you can set the publication date on your project.  I have uploaded the manuscript after the nice editing jobs my two beta readers did.  I did the tweaks on the cover, which you can see here.  My hubby recommended using a larger font and of course he was right.

traveler  I have to say I do like my cover.  Hopefully the readers will too.

Then I put my blurb out there for tweaks from my fabulous writer friends and you can see what we are using now.


Edana is the finest courier in the Six kingdoms. With her black stallion Midnight, she has built a reputation. But a robbery attempt and cursed blade turn her world upside down.

Now fighting for her life, Edana must rely on unexpected friends and kind-hearted strangers who introduce Magic and Prophecy into her life. Tales of elves, dwarves and elementals are proving true.

Is Edana really who they say she is? Can she really bring closure to an ages old tragedy? Or will events that took place before her birth doom her and all who love her to utter destruction?


Then I went through the formatting on D2D and made sure that they will read cleanly.  While Smashwords does not allow you to do things like headers, D2D does so that helped the formatting keep my chapters they way I wanted them.

So everything is a go and The Traveler will be up for your purchasing pleasure on 11/27/13….pick up a copy and see how Magic and Prophecy can really make a tale.

Trying to decide what to tweak on a cover

As you all know I have a new book almost ready for publication.  I have got the editing done and now I have to fix up the cover to make it pop and come up with a blurb that will hopefully suck in the readers.  The cover I have has been posted up here before,


traveler  As you can see, a nice simple design.  My prereader thinks it is perfect but it seems a bit too dark in places.  Plus I am thinking the title and my name are not big enough.  So that I can fix but I was wondering if maybe i should put a phrase on the cover.  A lot of books have been doing that lately and I think something like “When magic and prophecy combine can she find the answer?”   Well something like that anyways.

I need to let it perk but I am more than willing to hear suggestions from any of my followers.

How about a taste of a Thanksgiving tale?

Okay this is part of my Space Station Tales.  Those fun little free stories I have set up all over the web.  This is supposed be be part of an anthology that I hope comes out this year.


Guess who’s coming to Thanksgiving dinner!

A Space Station Tale

By Lisa Williamson

Every culture has some type of harvest festival.  A time when everyone comes together to give thanks for a bountiful growing season.  They are tied to the autumnal seasons planetside but when you are out in the deep dark without a world below, it can be difficult to plan a festival of thanksgiving.

When I was a sprattling living back in the Mother world we picked fruit, ate pies and stuffed ourselves with turkey.  What is turkey you ask?  Well it was a big bird, a fowl that we baked or roasted or fried.  We would fill it with stuffing and enjoy a harvest meal.  Now I know a lot of you were born on ships or grew up on worlds far from here but as kids we used to look forward to this feast of food that came each year.  It was a time when all your far-flung cousins would come and you got to play and talk and celebrate family.

Of course we are on a station and when making a feast you have to remember not everyone eats meat.  Sure surprised me how many vegans there were out here.  No I don’t mean those tale green skinned highbrow types, I mean people who won’t eat meat.  They have no idea what they are missing.  A fine juicy drumstick or the moist white breast meat filling up your plate, oh my was it good.  Stuffing filled with all kinds of good stuff like apples or cranberries and herbs.  My mouth waters just thinking about it.


Over the years of running this place I have had to come up with some really out there meals.  Each traveler wants that taste of home when they come to celebrate here in the deep dark.  I have made yams into a dozen different dishes.  Moon cakes of all kinds fill my kitchen and the pasta seems to over flow and that is just for the humans who stop by to eat.

Finding a Denebian crawfish thingie to stew up or a Venusian swiggle worm, well it gets interesting.  Usually I have to start to bartering months in advance and let me tell you it gets pricey.  Made me really glad that we were down to a skeleton crew this year.

See being the chief cook and bottle washer along with the head of hydroponics means I get all those requests for a taste of home.  I can work what seems like a miracle at times but just once I wanted to put together a meal that was purely from my old, old home.




Excerpt from current work in progress

When you decide to sit down and write a different genre than you are known for it can be tricky.  I of course am known for odd and dark tales of fantasy.  Short and fun and to the point in most cases but I have been spreading my wings so to speak and writing novels and changing genres.  While the work I just finished (out to beta readers) is a good old fashioned (I hope) fantasy tale of good and evil, right and wrong I decided my next work will be more a paranormal.

Well since it it set in more modern times I have some modern themes in the book.  The Hero of the piece is a protector of the street kids.  Those people living out in the city who have been thrown away.  As many are aware there are thousands of kids living in deplorable conditions.  In a society that is filled with modern toys and constant media there are kids fighting to live lives that are barely above disasters.  Kids who the system failed.  Orphans, abused kids and adults living in squats and yes in many cases selling themselves for that next hit that will let them forget their lives.  So I have started a book that may take me longer to write than anything else i have.  We will see.  Here is a bit from Where Angels No Longer Tread.


The oldest of my orphans shook her head and rolled her eyes.  “You know that Michael has an all points out for you right?”

I shook my head as my eyes closed.  I had forgotten that my local contact with the police had planned on stopping by today.  Michael O’shay was a good man but a policeman to the core.  He worried about my safety and hated it when I went out on my night walks.  He was convinced that some hoodlum would attack and injure me.  Little did he know that it wasn’t a human hoodlum I had to worry about.  And I wanted it to stay that way.

Like many over the long years of my life, Michael thought he felt something for me.  The old allure of my race seemed to seek out and pull to me men who thought they needed to protect me.  Some of them were good, some were evil but most just had no idea what I was.  “Karen can you call him and let him know I am back?  I seem to have lost my cell phone again.”

Karen was a lovely young woman in her own way.  Tall with a lithe beauty that had attracted the attention of men looking for a new face, a new body.  She had come to the City from one of the Midwestern states.  Tan, with curling black hair and eyes of an exotic green, she had dreams of becoming a model but like most who came here she was deceived.  I found her a year ago living in a squat with a dozen other girls.  The agent who had brought her to the City hooked her on cocaine and then pimped her out.  He didn’t have her walking the streets but if anyone pointed a camera her way Karen would run for the hills.

I got her clean and ever since she had been helping me run the shelter.  Between us we had gotten almost all of the kids she had been squatting with either into my shelter or back to the homes they left.  A little time living in the City taught them that home was not as bad as they thought.  There were three we couldn’t save and they haunted Karen to this day.


This is just a background piece but it gives a bit of flavor to my story.