Archive for January, 2015

Final cover and an excerpt from another collection in the works

I have finished up a simple cover for Mythos of Love. While not as striking as some of my other covers, it is a good, working cover and hopefully people will take a chance on this book.

mythos-of-love Yup just changed the font and the color of the text and a bit of placement.  So it is finished and ready to go!

As for the next collection, I am tossing between releasing all the Worlds Apart short stories or the Beyond Realities short stories collections. Either of them will need a new story or three to complete. The stories out all ready as some of my older pieces of work. They will of course be edited, like the other collections, revised and commented on.  I have had my many short stories out for almost three years now so many of them will be coming down and only be available in these collections.

Okay I said I would put up excerpts. So how about a little from both of the collections to be I mentioned? While I have many more collections in the works, these two are fun, odd and different.

This first one is from Earthquake Unexpected. This tale will be part of the Beyond Realities collection and starts back home in NH. Like most writers I do place stories in places I know. This was inspired by a trip over a bridge during a windstorm and my mind went to its usual odd place.


Panting as the vehicle came to rest against the tree, she looked over at her daughter, who was tightly clutching her blanket. “Mommy?”

”Yes, sweetie,” Kelley answered, her voice shaking a bit.

”Why is the big man staring at us like that?”

”What big man?” Kelley looked about to where her daughter was pointing and gasped. There, just beyond the fallen tree, was a giant.

This was not a giant in the way of normal humans. He easily stood taller than the tallest tree still standing. He was covered in moss and dirt and there was a ragged beard on his chin. Mercedes was right, he was a big man and he was staring at them

The giant was staring down at them, as if trying to decide if they were real or not. His moss green eyes were locked on their truck and as she watched he tilted his head and reached for them. “Oh God,” Kelley whispered and tried to put the truck into reverse. The gears made a grinding sound and then the truck stalled.

As the engine sound died the tree giant started to move. Faster than Kelley expected he reacted down and picked up the truck, carefully lifting it over the tree and bringing it to his chest. He cradled the vehicle and its frightened passengers, turned and strode across the landscape, the ground shaking under his feet. “Mommy, did he cause the ground to quake?” The little girl seemed more relaxed than her mother. It could be the way the giant was holding the truck or just the fact that she couldn’t feel the shakes any more. It did not matter to the little girl. She looked about curiously.

”No, honey, I don’t think he caused the earthquake at home.” Kelley reached back to calm down Ruffus. The dog was terrified. The thing holding the truck smelled like a tree to him, but looked like a large human. He lay with his tail down and whimpering.

They all rode in silence after that, as the giant carried them away from the shaking forest. To where Kelley had no idea and she did her best to hide her confusion and fear. She reached out and ran a hand that only shook a little over her daughter’s bright hair.


Yeah I did it, I have a giant who might or might not be the cause of an earthquake in of all places, southern NH! I just could not resist and who knows where that tale will go.

Now the other collection, Worlds Apart, is a bit odder still. This collection is where I tend to put my even weirder tales. This little bit of excerpt is from the story Down the Rabbit Hole which was inspired by a Google group and a discussion about the end of the world:


The day when she finally gave in to the inevitable was when the wildlife around her started to tell her things. The first time a beaver spoke to her in her head she had thought she had finally gone mad. She had dropped to the ground, sobbed and shook like a child scared of the lightening in the sky, but after a good long cry she shook herself all over and then decided that if she was mad then she would enjoy it. It did not take her friend the beaver long to explain that she was not mad, but that she would never return to the world of her birth.

She sipped the tea in her cup till she drained it dry. Sighing, she pushed herself up from the ground. One thing that the land beneath the Rabbit Hole gave her was a body that was strong and resilient. Before, back home, she had arthritis and scars from a life lived hard, but here that had all faded. Something about the water, wind and the plants made her stronger, healthier and younger.

Crystal looked like a woman of middle years, with a touch of silver in the long strands of her rich brown hair. There were fine lines covering her skin, not the deep furrows she had back home. She looked more weathered than old. Deep inside a part of her fought with the belief that she should look as old as she was. She had reached into her fifties before she tumbled into the hole. As the seasons moved here, she had been alive hundreds of years.


I do plan to finish these two tales sometime in the next few months and then I will have the same issues I had with Mythos. Editing, revising, editing, finding a beta reader or two and then publishing. Expect more excerpts from my other collections to come and of course my other novels.


How about an excerpt from a WIP?

Yup I am working, if slowly, on a number of things. Between doing yet more edits on the Mythos of Love collection, to putting in new parts into The Price of Freedom (the League of Stars books two) and writing more on Angels from the Sky and a piece tentatively titled Angels and Music, I have a lot on my plate to finish up.

Angels and Music is the one I should work on before Angels from the Sky simply because it seems to be the prequel to the second tale. Once I settle down back to writing I am sure these two tales will be at least novellas, maybe complete novels. They are part of the Flights in Fantasy series, or so I hope they will be.

Now I am sure people will wonder why I have Where Angels No Longer Tread and then these other tales that have winged creatures who are not the Ariels from my first book. Well you see the whole series is about winged races who are confused with Angels. And that is all I can say about that!  Now for the excerpt. This is from Music and Angels:


The Music swelled in the darkness chasing behind them like a flock of valkerie intent on sending their souls down to hell. Nothing made sense in this place. Each emotion, each motion was accompanied by music straight from a mad Broadway play. The heavy guitar runs sped up, forcing them to move faster across the broken cement streets, two dark forms flashing of silver and gold.

The glowing red figures behind them were followed by the sounds of tortured strings and voices cursing in ancient Latin, the creatures threw fire and lightening at them. Both were singed from glancing blows but they knew they were being herded somewhere. They ducked and dodged but they just couldn’t shake the hounds following them.

The taller, golden figure paused for a moment, bracing the smaller, silver haloed form. Eyes darting about, she spotted a lighter section in the unrelenting gloom. Turning, she guided her burden toward what she hoped was a doorway. Whether to a room or another realm it would be safer than the haunted streets.

“Leave me, Angelica,” whispered the silver haired, delicate creature. The lovely hair covered a face of earth breaking beauty.

“No, sister. Never again.” The taller woman continued to gently ease the other toward the hope of rest. They reached it only to find the doorway was merely an illusion. Angelica let out a harsh sigh and eased her sister to the ground. “It has to be here,” she made a fist and smashed it into the wall before her.

The music started to swell again and its edge was harder now, more masculine if you wish. With a fluttering of feathers and the creak of leather, another form stepped from the gloom. The scent of smoke and cologne drifted to golden Angelica and silver April. As one their heads lifted. “It can’t be,” whispered the tiny silver woman.

Angelica stepped once more between her sister and the unknown. Pulling what was left of her once shining sword, she narrowed her eyes. “Drop the seeming, bastard. That form is too good for devil hounds and demon bait!” Her voice, though ragged and hoars,e was still the pure tones not meant for this place.

He stepped from the murk and flicked a lighter. The tiny flame lit up the planes of a man’s face, ragged and handsome in a way that would never be called pretty, the face was one she longed to see again but different. A scar ran from the hairline on the left, down through one eye and stopped at the upper lip. Clearly a sword slice, the left eye no longer matched the glowing onyx right one. It was milky now, yet it tracked her movement just fine.

“Not a seeming, pretty Angel.” The voice was deep and slid like silk over her skin. She knew that whiskey rich voice but it could not be.

Angelica stepped between the man and her sister. “Don’t lie to me. I saw him fall. You lie.” She launched herself forward, her blade whipping out in an arch of muted silver to be easily blocked by a much longer blood covered blade. She did not step back, her anger flashing in her eyes as she swung over and over, trying to hammer her way past the guard of her opponent, who refused to attack


Just a bit in what i hope will be a great book.

Inspiration is on a holiday

Okay I have been very very very off the past month. I have done my editing for Mythos of Love, finished up some editing on an erotic fantasy and tried to work on fresh stories. But mostly I have been tossing around ideas for the cover for Mythos and oh boy….today  I opened up photo shop and started to work…what I came up with was in a word…horrible!  Here see what I mean

mythos-trash-cover I mean really? How bad can I be? Now as I was saving the file to show you folks how awful I was I realized that I had done a simple cover with one of my photographs all read.

mythos-of-love My brain must have been on a major fart or something. I did not remember making this!. Okay yes it could be better….the text should be changed, maybe take the messed up text work from the trash cover and use the image from this one? Who knows? But I have to figure this out in the next two weeks….wish me luck..I have a feeling I will need it this time around.