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Perfect for when you’re waiting for a plane or train, the doctor is running late, or the work on your car is taking longer than expected. Or maybe you’re stuck on hold with Tech Support. Don’t sit there and grind your teeth in frustration. For pocket change you can send your mind off for a quick escape with a short read. They’re all digital so the 99¢ Stories boutique is as close as your Internet connection. Take a break and enjoy!

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April recap

Before I dive into May I must report on how much fun April was.  I had a blast chatting live with Kori Miller on her Back Porch Writer Show, Friday, April 8. I revealed how the The Bewildering Adventures of King Bewilliam series came to be and pulled back the curtain on my writing process. You can listen in here (and stay tuned to catch Kori’s conversations with other authors who attended the Brain to Books Cyber Convention last month.

B2BCYCON 2016The Brains to Books Cyber Convention was amazing. I learned so much and made so many great new friends. I entered The Redoubt in the Cover Wars book cover contest and although it didn’t win, it did better than I ever imagined. I also entered King Bewilliam in a Character Tournament, a “bracket challenge.” He didn’t win but he did best his first “opponent” who happened to be the character penned by the author running the tournament. Both contests were entertaining ways to introduce the series to new readers. I also did a Facebook page takeover which was a lot of fun. I created several games for folks to play. For example, since King Bewilliam confronts many a fearsome beast, I gave people a chance to build one. Give it a try. What did you come up with?

Meanwhile I was also doing another writing marathon for Camp NaNoWriMo. I did meet my word-count goal which was to add the remaining chapters to the first draft of a thriller, Detour. I hope to have this book out by January, 2017, but meanwhile, here’s a peek at the cover. I got the idea for this story back in 1993 and I’ve been chipping away at it throughout the years. It’s really near and dear to my heart and I will be very happy to get it between covers and in readers’ hands. You’ll be hearing more about it in the coming months.

Another story that I’m sentimental about is Naked Came the Sharks. I am delighted to have been invited to be the featured author of a new book club in Rockport, Texas. I’ll be the guest at their May meeting and I am so looking forward to sharing the story behind this story. If you belong to a book club, why not suggest that the club select one of my books? I might not be able to attend your meeting but I can supply supportive material like bookmarks or a readers’ guide. Just let me know. :-)

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Don’t miss The Sand Band

As has been customary for the past several years, The Sand Band makes its annual appearance in Port Aransas. It’s like a band rising from the ocean mist, they just appear somewhere during #TexasSandFest.

This year, the group will be performing at Treasure Island on Friday, April 29th. The Sand Band plays their own original music and many TropRock covers. Port Aransas local, Alan White, plays in the group and says the first time they played was at the Tarpon Ice House (now Treasure Island) several years ago. (I was there. They were simply fabulous!)He says the transformation of the Tarpon Ice House to Treasure Island is nothing short of phenomenal. White said Tommy and Linda did a great job in creating a first class music venue.

The group consists of Kelly Brown, Randy Brooks, Louie Chambers, all from the Dallas area. Also, Mike Eiras from Austin and Alan White from Port Aransas. Brooks is well known for writing the popular Christmas song, “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.” White said, “ all but Eiras play in the Dallas based group, The Bad Monkeys, “ so they know all the music. Eiras sits in from time to time; however, the configuration of The Sand Band never rehearse or practice together. Its simply a jam session from a bunch of talented musicians. That’s what makes it upbeat and fun for the crowd and the band as well.

“We bring our own crowd as well,” says White. “Fifty or more people from the Cedar Creek Lake Parrothead Club will be there headed up by their leader, Robert Render. The Cedar Creekers won the coveted Golden Coconut award for the best Parrothead Club in the nation. Those folks truly know how to Party With a Purpose. There will also be many Parrotheads from Port Aransas (President Deno Fabrie) and San Antonio (President Dave Spenny).”

You can get an idea about their sound by listening to the trailer for Naked Came the Sharks. The soundtrack is “Song of the Ocean” by The Sand Fest’s Kelly Brown.

So, if you are looking for some music to keep you on your feet, be at Treasure Island on the 29th.

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#B2BCyCon: for latecomers

The Brain to Books Cyber Convention for 2015 is over but if you missed it, all the links are still live and will be until next year when a 3rd one is scheduled (and I’m already signed up for it.)

You can visit my “booth” on Goodreads any time. There’s a series of ongoing discussions. You’re invited to chime in. While I won’t be staffing the booth 24/7, I’ve arranged to be alerted if anyone drops by, so any comments that you make will get a response.

 

I want to thank everyone who voted for King Bewilliam in the #B2BCyCon Character Tournament and The Redoubt in the Cover Wars. They didn’t win, but both the king and the cover of the fourth book in The Bewildering Adventures of King Bewilliam did better than I expected in their respective competitions. I found it all very encouraging.

Meanwhile, this October I’ll participate in the Virtual Fantasy Convention. I did this last year. It was my first and I really didn’t know what I was doing but now I’m experienced (Cue Jimmie Hendrix). Signing up for this led to the latest awesomeness: I will be the featured author for the October edition of Fantasy Elite Magazine. It’s online and in print.https://www.facebook.com/FantasyEliteMagazine/?fref=ts Check it out!

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Cover reveal: Tourmentin: The Rise of the House of Sepion

I’m delighted to reveal the brand new cover for the upcoming RE-release of Tourmentin: The Rise of the House of Sepion by Michelle Cornwell-Jordan, coming from Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing April 27th!

Also check out an excerpt from the upcoming Southern Gothic romance. You can join in the fun by adding your support to the Tourmentin Thunderclap campaign which still needs six more supporters in order to reach a hundred percent!

Also enter the Tourmentin Taste of New Orleans Rafflecopter Giveaway for your chance to win the Grand Prize Packet!

Included in the TOURMENTIN PRIZE PACK: E-Copy of Tourmentin: Rise of The House of Sepion Novella, (Taste of New Orleans Gift Set (Cafe Du Monde Coffee And Beignet Mix Set) and 1 -$5 Amazon Gift Card. Giveaway is April 27th-May 27th. Click here to enter on April 27th: #RafflecopterGiveaway: https://www.facebook.com/MCJordan-Books-288004677978367/app/228910107186452/

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COVER REVEAL

Credit goes to Author/Artist Rue Volley at CHBB Publishing for this incredible cover!

Official Tourmentin cover

 

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EXCERPT

Emile awakened again. At times, he was unaware of when he slipped into the velvety arms of darkness. He didn’t know if it were sleep or death grasping and toying with him, taking small pieces of him at a time. There was a point when he would have welcomed death.

Especially after losing his beloved Serafine…Serafine. He became fully conscious. He had her back, but Emile knew he was racing against time, and he would lose her again unless he could intervene. He sat up in his bedroom, wearing black trousers, but his chest was bare. The last thing he remembered was his love, and he was enmeshed in the memory of the night they made love in the bath. Emile sat on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. He typically felt exhaustion when coming out of the blackness, but this time adrenaline flowed through Emile. He needed to think, to somehow reach his love.

Amant…lover, it has been a long time. Aucun titre ne contient le mot? Have you missed me?” Emile heard the sultry voice, which could heat a man’s blood. He felt his body react, although his mind repelled—Isadora.

“Aww…mon cher, will you not look at me? It has been so very long, so very…” Isadora said.

The black anger lying bottled within his heart awakened. Rage lifted its head like a serpent, poised and ready to strike. Emile stiffened as he glared at Isadora, the woman who stole his life.

Although his heart and mind belonged to Serafine, his body continued to react to the provocative woman standing before him. Isadora stood tall with strong, shapely legs that seemed never-ending. She was dressed in all modern clothing: black boots and black jeans molded to her thick, full thighs and curvaceous hips, along with a tight black tank top displaying her well-formed arms and bountiful bosom. Caramel skin and flowing waves of ebony curls reaching to the middle of her back completed her look.

He had not forgotten he once loved her, before he knew what love really was. Emile knew there could be sweetness to Isadora, as he had seen flashes in spite of the warnings of his father.

Once, when Emile had grown up and taken up with her, his father had come to his room. He remembered his father sitting on his bed and saying, “Son, I do not wish to know the details. I understand you are young, but you are now a man. I have walked the road you are walking down. There is beauty, but also danger and death as well. Please, son, allow your heart to lead you, not only your body.” His father left his room as quietly as he had come.

Not too long after, Serafine arrived at his home. Emile remembered his conversation with his father, and so he followed his heart. Emile knew he had not been completely fair to Isadora. Although a large part of himself continued to mourn what he and Serafine lost, there was a small but persistent part, which wondered if he were the one who had killed whatever may be good in Isadora. Ever since the night he rejected her, the night of his parent’s death, the question always returned. He never saw a glimmer of anything other than rage since then. Even when her words were used to entice, there was ice in Isadora’s eyes.

He looked at her and something clicked. The serpent within him raged, striking its enemy. Before he realized what was happening, he lunged at the witch woman, and with his hands around her throat, he threw her toward the bed, tumbling down with her.

With his hands still attached to her throat, he squeezed. Emile’s only conscious thought was to save Serafine—even if Isadora killed him—for he knew of her unearthly, supernatural power. He had to rid the world of this woman. That would be the only way to keep his beloved safe, even if he were to never have her in his arms again.

Isadora gasped, her eyes wide and staring straight at him. Her breasts heaved, but she did not struggle. Soon, Emile felt a piercing ice prick of pain sear through his brain. He screamed, and his body lunged back as he flew off the bed and against the opposite wall. The spasms echoed and magnified until he was no longer conscious of himself or anything else except misery. He was no longer Emile. His name was pain.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

Michelle Cornwell-Jordan is a New Adult(18+)/Young Adult Author, who enjoys writing Paranormal, Dark Contemporary Fiction, Fantasy and Steampunk!:)

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Brain to Books Cyber Convention Cover Wars

Brain to Books Cyber ConventionThe Redoubt by Devorah FoxWOO FREAKING HOO!! “The Redoubt” has made it into Round #2 of #B2BCyCon Cover Wars. Thank you all so much for voting. Now, vote in Round Two and propel “The Redoubt” onward. It’s in the Fourth Match of Round #2 and be sure to vote for your favorites in the other matches as you cruise through.

Go here for Round Two of Cover Wars:
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Remember, only one vote per person per round although as you’ll see there are several match-ups in each round.

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Brain to Books Cyber Convention Blog Tour: C. L. Schneider

Brain to Books Cyber ConventionAll this weekend I’m participating in the Brains to Books Cyber Convention. This is your chance not only to get to know me and my work better but to get acquainted with some other wonderful authors.

Author C. L. Schneider

C. L. Schneider

Meet C. L. Schneider. Born in a small Kansas town on the Missouri river, C. L. Schneider grew up in a house of avid readers and overflowing bookshelves. Her first full-length novel took shape in high school, on a typewriter in her parent’s living room. Currently residing in New York’s Hudson Valley Region with her husband and two sons, she spends her days torturing characters, overdosing on coffee, and waiting for the zombie apocalypse.

C. L. Schneider writes epic and urban fantasy for adults, as well as the occasional sci-fi or post-apocalyptic story. Her trilogy, The Crown of Stones, is an adult epic fantasy that follows the trails of Ian Troy, a man born with an addiction to magic. To subscribe to her newsletter, read reviews, excerpts, and more, visit her website at clschneiderauthor.com, where you can follow her journey as a self-published author on her blog, Heading Down The Yellow Brick Road.


The Crown of Stones by C. L. SchneiderAbout The Crown of Stones:

Ian Troy is one of the Shinree, a fallen people with an inherent addiction to magic. Scorned and reviled for the deadly side of their spells, the Shinree are bred as slaves. Their magic is suppressed by drugs and used only as it serves the purposes of the other races.

Descended from a long line of soldiers, Ian is conscripted into the Rellan army and made to fight in their longstanding conflict against the ruthless Langorian invaders. The downfall of Rella imminent, Ian goes against orders and turns to the Crown of Stones, an ancient Shinree relic of untold power. Ignorant of its true purpose, Ian uses the crown to end the war, and pays a terrible price.

A decade later, still tortured by the aftermath of that day, Ian lives as a bounty hunter in self-imposed exile. Having renounced his magical heritage, he curbs his obsession with a steady stream of wine and regret. He struggles to put it all behind him, until a fateful encounter with a pretty assassin brings Ianâ’s past crashing into the present. Targeted by a rogue Shinree, and a ruthless old enemy, Ian is forced to use magic again. His deadly addiction is rekindled and his life of isolation is brought to a swift end.

With the land he gave up everything to protect once more in jeopardy, and his people’s future at stake, Ian becomes embroiled in a violent race for control of the Crown of Stones. To save the realms and those he cares for, Ian must embrace the thing he fears most: his own power.

Learn more about Ian Troy:

  1. Tell us a little bit about yourself. Where do you come from, your race, your homeland. Your heritage.

My name is Ian Troy. I’m a magic user, a Shinree. My race can sense the aura, or energy, inside a stone pulled from the western mines. We take it inside us and form it into spells. It feels…like nothing you could understand. Our magic kicks in when we’re young. Once we cast, our bodies want more. That’s when the cravings start. They grow and grow until they’re impossible to ignore. They make us dangerous. They make us weak. Magic makes my people feared and hated.

I was born in Kabri, the island city just off the coast of Rella’s mainland. I was six when the Langorians came and burned Kabri to the ground—the first time. When I was little I used to believe Kabri was my home, but I grew up. And I learned. Shinree have no home. Not anymore. Not for a long time. The Shinree Empire fell over five hundred years ago in a quake that tore the lands of Mirra’kelan apart. The entire realm of Kael split off in the east. A portion of Rella in the south. And in the west… A thousand years ago our influence and power was unmatched. Our lands stretched all across Mirra’kelan and we ruled them mercilessly. But most of what we were—our culture, our history, our heritage—it was buried under the sand when the quake struck. The rest we lost to slavery.

They drug us to stop our magic. Breed us to keep the most dangerous of our kind in check. And they’re right to. If we can’t control our magic, someone else has to. No Shinree should be free to do the things I’ve done.

  1. Tell us about your parents.

My parents are dead. My mother, V’loria, was a healer. Her blood was pure Shinree, not diluted by breeding or by mixing with the other races. Healers aren’t considered a threat. They have conditional freedom. No drugs. No slave camps. No owners. Don’t kill anyone, do what you’re told, and they leave you alone. V’loria’s magic was strong enough to get her appointed to the position of King’s Healer. Before I was born, she lived in the castle on Kabri. She cast on King Raynan Arcana’s every whim. She drained lives to heal those he deemed worthy. She warmed his bed.

V’loria and I were never close. I tried, but she was more a teacher than a mother, and a hard one at that. She was a taskmaster when it came to practicing spells. She taught me all she knew of Shinree history like my life depended on it. She taught me the runes, the old ways. Her insistence on my constant practice paid off. I can’t say that it didn’t. My spells wouldn’t be like they are now without her teachings. But at the time, I hated her for it. She made it plain that I was never fast enough or good enough for her. The only time I ever saw V’loria truly smile was when King Raynan came around. He would give me money to go to the market and she’d shoo me out of the house. I guess she found it easier to play the King’s whore with me gone.

One morning I woke up and she didn’t. I never knew why, but I’d always suspected it was me. I was eight. I had trouble aiming my spells, and I’d wished the woman dead more than once. I was a child. I didn’t really mean it. But deep inside, I must have.  Intent is everything in Shinree magic. So I wished my mother dead and she was. V’loria Troy was my first victim.

My father…he died before I was born. I can’t tell you much about him other than that I inherited my magic. My mother didn’t know him either. V’loria’s pregnancy was an arranged breeding, approved by King Raynan. She was matched with another pure Shinree, a soldier. Once her pregnancy was confirmed, the man was killed. He was put down to limit our line. Soldiers are dangerous, especially ones like him with pure blood…and ones like me.

  1. What would you say is your greatest fear?

Letting go. Losing control. What I did, when I ended the war with the Crown of Stones…I’ve never felt so out of control in my life. The lives I took. The wasteland I created. What I did that day, it wasn’t war. It wasn’t battle. It was devastation.

I woke up, the only survivor on a battlefield littered with the withered husks of my enemies and my allies…with the remains of my lover. Their bodies were bloodless and gray. Their horses died beneath them. The grass, the trees—my spell fed on it all. I killed everything within sight.

It doesn’t matter how many years go by or how many bottles I crawl into, I still see them. I still see her.

To know that I did that, that I was responsible, was bad enough. To know I’m capable of doing it again is so much worse.

  1. Tell us about your greatest desire.

For a long time all I wanted was to forget. I didn’t want to remember my past. I didn’t want to remember the euphoria, the pleasure that takes a Shinree when we cast magic. And I damn sure didn’t want to remember the pain of going too long without.

But I can’t change what I am. I’m a Shinree soldier. I’m a magic user. So if I could have anything, it would be the freedom to be just that: to live as I am without regret and without pain. To own the ability to control my own magic, the freedom to live my own life, to not have Rella or Fate nudging me this way and that, from one battle to the next with a trail of bodies piling up in my wake.

Throw in my horse and a never-ending supply of wine…and I’m good.

  1. Describe your ideal partner/mate.

My ideal woman? I don’t know. Maybe there isn’t one.

There was a time I would have said Aylagar. She was my commander and my lover, and I worshipped her. She was strong and fierce, stubborn and passionate. But she didn’t love me. I was war and sex, and that was all she needed. I needed her to accept me and that was the one thing she couldn’t do.

I’m not sure any woman can push Aylagar’s ghost out of my head. But they’re welcome to try.

  1. Here’s the million dollar question… How do you feel about your author?

Author? I don’t think so. No one owns me.

  1. Tell me about your nemesis.

You want to know about Draken? Draken of Langor is a bully masquerading as a King. A sadist in the cloak of a nobleman. He burns villages to the ground because he can. He slaughters women and children because it makes him feel powerful. He destroys lives. Draken will paint the realms of Mirra’kelan in blood if that’s what it takes to own them.

But I won’t let him. I’m bound to defend Rella from her enemies. I was raised as her champion. I took up the Crown of Stones and ended the war that was tearing her apart. I defeated Draken once, and I’ll find a way to do it again. I’ll die before I let that bastard have Rella…or her Queen.

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Brains to Books Cyber Convention Blog Tour: Aldrea Alien

Brain to Books Cyber ConventionAll this weekend I’m participating in the Brains to Books Cyber Convention. This is your chance not only to get to know me and my work better but to get acquainted with some other wonderful authors.

Author Aldrea Alien

Author Aldrea Alien

Meet Aldrea Alien. She’s a New Zealand author of romantic speculative fiction of varying heat levels.

She grew up on a small farm out the back blocks of a place known as Wainuiomata alongside a menagerie of animals, who are all convinced they’re just as human as the next person (especially the cats). She spent a great deal of her childhood riding horses, whilst the rest of her time was consumed with reading every fantasy book she could get her hands on and concocting ideas about a little planet known as Thardrandia. This would prove to be the start of The Rogue King Saga as, come her twelfth year, she discovered there was a book inside her.

Aldrea now lives in Upper Hutt, on yet another small farm with a less hectic, but still egotistical, group of animals (cats will be cats). She became a published author in 2013 with Dark One’s Mistress and self-published the first of The Rogue King Saga in 2014. One thing she hasn’t yet found is an off switch to give her an ounce of peace from the characters plaguing her mind, a list that grows bigger every year with all of them clamoring for her to tell their story first. It’s a lot of people for one head.

The Rogue King by Aldrea AlienAbout The Rogue King:

Outside is dangerous.

Such is the warning Koral has heard for twelve years. Born a product of genetic manipulation, he knows little else of the world beyond the steel walls of his home.

When fate gives him the choice between certain death and the unknown, there’s no question in what he must choose. But he’s about to find out the sands he must brave are full of more than mere monsters.

Providing the desert doesn’t kill him first.

This is a world ruled by instinct, where innocence is drowned in blood. Here, men are offered up to the great Serpent God, Lorric, only to emerge as the most feared killers on the planet: The Rogues.

With the god’s sights set on turning Koral into a legend, he must sacrifice himself to survive and be reborn as… The Rogue King.

Learn about Koral, The Rogue King.

  1. Tell us a little bit about yourself. Where do you come from, your race, your homeland. Your heritage.
    It’s rather strange, having to introduce myself when most back home at least know of me. I was born with the name Koral, but most know me as Vengeance, the Rogue King. I hail from a large desert in the Zan Continent, which is the largest landmass of Thardrandia. I’ve been there all my life, all thirty years of it, that’s twice as many as your years. It’s a big planet.
    I’m not human, despite being raised by one. Just what I am is a bit muddied. I’ve several species in my genetics, one of which no healer can place. Maybe one day I might find out the truth, but I’m not optimistic about it.
  1. Tell us about your parents.
    I really wish I could. I’m not even certain I have a genetic mother and father. There is the woman who gave birth to me, she’s as close to a parent as I’ve ever known. I don’t recall much. Flashes, mostly. Warmth, of being tucked in at night, of her smile… She’s been dead for a long time now.
  2. What would you say is your greatest fear?
    Becoming the monster everyone thinks I am. I try so hard, but it’s easy to forget even your own morals when few others have them.
  3. Tell me about your nemesis.
    Lorric? I’m surprised the All Mother allows him to continue existing, but I suppose he serves some purposes like the other Serpent Gods. Still, I will find a way to defeat him. If a mere mortal can take down the devil, then there must be a way to kill a god.
  4. Tell us about your greatest desire.
    To be free, to not have to think how my next move could have Lorric breathing down my neck and destroying everyone I care about.
  5. Describe your ideal partner/mate.
    She’d have to be smart, inquisitive and, above all, accepting of what I’ve become. Not that I’d blame a woman who chooses to distrust my word, this reputation is a hard one to shake. But if someone could see through it and realise it’s not who I am, then I’d do anything for her.
  6. Here’s the million dollar question… How do you feel about your author?*Growl* All the torture she put me through, all the wrecked lives, better be worth it.

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Brain to Book Cyber Convention Blog Tour: A.F. Stewart

Brain to Books Cyber ConventionAll this weekend I’m participating in the Brains to Books Cyber Convention. This is your chance not only to get to know me and my work better but to get acquainted with some other wonderful authors.

A. F. StewartMeet A. F. Stewart. A steadfast sci-fi and fantasy geek, A. F. Stewart was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada and still calls it home. She favors the dark and deadly when writing—her genres of choice being dark fantasy and horror—but she has been known to venture into the light on occasion. As an indie author she’s published novellas and story collections, with a few side trips into poetry and non-fiction.

She is fond of good books, action movies, sword collecting, geeky things, comic books, and oil painting as a hobby. She also loves history and mythology.

Ruined CityShe has two dozen titles to her name—novels, short stories, and poems in a variety of genres—including Ruined City, an epic fantasy. You’ll see as you read on that if you like my epic fantasy series, The Bewildering Adventures of King Bewilliamyou might also like Ruined City.

In the Northern Pass stands the city of Elowen, the glittering guardian between the Empire of Aloquis and the Kingdoms of Immra. It exists proud and prosperous, never dreaming its dark past was coming to call…

On a bright winter’s day a stranger arrives in Elowen, bearing a secret. From this man a dark blight of ruin descends over the great city and henceforth the day becomes known as Winter’s Bane.

The day the world changed for the people of Elowen.

The day their existence turned into a recurring nightmare.

Read of the aftermath of revenge through the eyes of a shopkeeper, a child, ghosts, a blacksmith, a guardsman, an innkeeper, and even a King.

Twelve Stories, One Evil.

Interview with Mordren the innkeeper (from the story Winter’s Bane in Ruined City)

Tell us a little bit about yourself. Where do you come from, your race, your homeland. Your heritage.

I’m Mordren, an innkeeper in the city of Elowen, and a citizen of Immra, land of the Nine Kingdoms. I am not native to the city though, as I was born in the kingdom of Lovikt. I did not follow the path of most men in Lovikt to join the ranks of warriors or craftsmen; I was a misfit in my homeland. In my youth I developed a restless quality and took to wandering. This is how I came to settle in Elowen. Well before the curse of course, when the city was prosperous and beautiful.

Tell us about your parents.

My father was a raider, and a great warrior. He led many famous raids on neighbouring tribes and into the Wastelands. My mother was a herbalist and healer, skilled and well-respected. I was a disappointment to them both.

What would you say is your greatest fear?

Before the curse I would have said being shunned. The people of Lovikt are not a forgiving sort. In many ways they are hard, with certain laws you do not transgress. I did not suit their rules or their ways, and my early life was lived in dread of shunning. Those days seem quite far away now, for the true horrors to fear are the Night Wraith.

Tell me about your nemesis.

The nemesis of every citizen of Elowen are the creatures that come on Winter’s Bane, the Night Wraith. And you do not wish to know of them, nor what they do to people. You will sleep better in your ignorance.

Tell us about your greatest desire.

That I live to see the end of this curse, and Elowen thrive once more. The empty streets of today belie the splendour this city knew. We thrived before the coming of Winter’s Bane. The streets were happy then, we laughed, we lived. I hope I shall see that again.

Describe your ideal partner/mate.

He would have a sense of wry humour, and a kind heart. He would be strong, and like a rousing song. And he would love an ale by the fire to end a cold winter night. A full set of teeth, and a good head of hair would be nice as well.

Here’s the million dollar question… How do you feel about your author?

She scares me. She scares all of us. I mean, she has a body count in the hundreds from this book alone. What she did to those poor souls in the palace, I shudder at the thought of it. She’s a ruthless one. Anybody could end up dead, so as one of her characters, I stay on her good side.

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Brain to Books Cyber Convention Blog Tour: Angela B. Chrysler

Brain to Books Cyber ConventionAll this weekend I’m participating in the Brains to Books Cyber Convention. This is your chance not only to get to know me and my work better but to get acquainted with some other wonderful authors.

Author Angela B. Chrysler

Angela B. Chrysler

Meet Angela B. Chrysler. Angela is a writer, logician, philosopher, and die-hard nerd who studies theology, historical linguistics, music composition, and medieval European history in New York with a dry sense of humor and an unusual sense of sarcasm. She lives in a garden with her family and cats.  


Dolor and Shadow by Angela B. ChryslerAbout Dolor and Shadow (Tales of the Drui Series Book #1):

As the elven city burns, Princess Kallan is taken to Alfheim while a great power begins to awaken within her. Desperate to keep the child hidden, her abilities are suppressed and her memory erased. But the gods have powers as well, and it is only a matter of time before they find the child again.

When Kallan, the elven witch, Queen of Lorlenalin, fails to save her dying father, she inherits her father’s war and vows revenge on the one man she believes is responsible: Rune, King of Gunir. But the gods are relentless, and when a twist of fate puts Kallan into the protection of the man she has sworn to kill, Rune obtains a power he does not understand.

From Alfheim, to Jotunheim, and then lost in the world of Men, these two must form an alliance to make their way home, and try to solve the lies of the past and of the Shadow that hunts them all.

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“Hi! I’m Bergen,” says the 6’2’’ Viking g Prince with a lax grin. “I am the author’s main character—”
“You are not the main character.” Angela cuts Bergen off and throws a warning glare his way.
Bergen scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“I was supposed to be,” Bergen insists and continues. “To get started on Angela’s Goodreads blog, I’m going to be interviewing the author today” Bergen kicks his feet up on Angela’s desk and lights his pipe. Bergen takes a long draw from the pipe while Angela impatiently sighs beside him. “You see,” Bergen says. “Angela has a really bad habit of ignoring me so this me taking initiative and interviewing her.”Angela arches a brow in Bergen’s direction.“The character is interviewing his author?” Angela summarizes and Bergen grins, delighted at his own idea.
“This should be interesting. Very well,” Angela sighs. “Whenever you’re ready…Bergen.”“Excellent! It’s about time you learn to obey,” Bergen adds and pops the top off Angela’s Guinness. “So…first, I want to thank the reader for taking the slightest of interest in the author—Odinn knows she isn’t worth it—”
“Hey!” Angela shouts and Bergen takes a drink from Angela’s beer.“I also want to thank the author for bothering to take ten minutes out of her day to actually talk to me, her prized character.”“Thank you,” Angela snarls. “You’re too kind, Bergen.”
“My lord,” Bergen adds.
“What?” Angela asks.
“You shall address me as, my lord.”
*Stunned silence*
“Hey. I am a prince,” Bergen says. “I have a right to be addressed accordingly.”
“Ugh.”
“Very good,” Bergen grins. “Now, let’s correct this format for the interview.
Angela B. Chrysler: *Rolls her eyes*
Bergen: That’s better. Ms. Chrysler. Please take a moment to tell us about your book, Bergen-Bane.
ABC: Well…*gritting her teeth* Bergen-Bane isn’t done yet, Bergen. But Dolor and Shadow is about the last Drui, Queen Kallan and Seidr Wielder, who was hidden from the gods who seek to destroy her. When Kallan’s powers begin to emerge, those who hide her can no longer protect her. Her father is killed and King Rune—her enemy—is framed. A chase ensues and Kallan finds herself lost in Midgard with none other than King Rune and an angry goddess on their tail.
Bergen: How did you come up with the idea for your book? Hey! Your initials are ABC! Did you do that on purpose?
ABC: No. My middle name is Beth. The idea for Dolor and Shadow developed around Kallan—
Bergen: You mean me.
ABC: No. *angry eyes* I mean Kallan. (Insert a picture of my book, Bergen) She was the first idea that came to me. I developed Kallan’s character and then, as I pieced together Kallan’s past, Dolor and Shadow evolved. I built the plot around Kallan’s past.
Bergen: Stories always require some form of research. What kind of research did you do for your book?
ABC: I did more research for Dolor and Shadow than I had ever thought possible. I wanted Midgard to literally be 10th century Norway and I wanted that era and location to be so real to the reader that I researched everything from the 10th century. I researched the cultures, the food, the history leading up to the 10th century. I researched the wars, kings, politics, religions, weapons, metallurgy, and innovations of the era as well as the discoveries made and inventions. I was thrilled when Kallan entered Under Earth and Alfheim when I didn’t have to worry about historical accuracy.
Bergen: Which scene or chapter was the hardest for you to write?
ABC: Oooh! Hardest as in most grueling or hardest as in most challenging?
Bergen: Whichever *Bergen takes a drink of Guinness*
ABC: The hardest emotionally for me to write were the battle scenes. I did not want to glorify war. I did not want to sugar coat it either. I wanted to show the reader exactly what war looked like. I wanted to show them all of it. I wrote what I saw in my head. The battle, the chaos, the confusion, but most…I wanted to show all of it. I wanted to show the aftermath.
In Lord of the Rings, Return of the King, there is the scene when Pippin wanders the battlefield for Merry. He walks the field for hours. This reminded me of the song from the musical 1776, “Momma, Look Sharp.” The song tells of how mothers during the Revolutionary War had to go down to the battlefield after a battle and find their sons if they wanted the bodies back or if they wanted knowledge at all of their son’s deaths.
This is the side of war we don’t see. But there was more to it than that. I love the show M*A*S*H. Truth is, there are two battles that are fought in every battle: The fight for the territory…and the fight for the living.
In Lorlenalin’s Lies, I show the battle, the confusion, I show the losses and the gore. I then show the wounded piled up. I show the cauterizing of wounds by the thousands…and then, when that is all over, I show Kallan wandering the battlefield to find more wounded…because she can’t turn the war off.
A veteran complimented me on my war scenes. He said it took him back. He was okay, but he was impressed at how realistic I had recreated the aftermath. Emotionally, I had to enter these battle fields. I had to see them to write them. When it was done…there were days where I wasn’t okay (Add a picture of the Author, Bergen).
Bergen: Describe your favorite scene or chapter in your book and tell us why it’s your favorite…but only if I’m in it.
ABC: (Not that picture! The professional one!) *sigh* My favorite scene in Dolor and Shadow, unfortunately does have you in it, Bergen. It is the scene when Rune tries to stop you from riding off to the mountains to recruit the Dvergar for aid. I love this chapter because it is so emotional. The other scene I love is when Kallan visits Rune in her dungeons when she learns of his true identity after ordering his execution. I love it because—
Bergen: Enough about Rune and Kallan…Let’s talk about me. Which of your characters, do you relate to the most?
ABC: *snarling* Kallan. She shares my inability to grieve and cope with the death of a loved one. She has the same Shadow inside of her as I do. She can not accept her own weaknesses any more than I (Fix the pic, Bergen!).
Bergen: More about Kallan? Who is your favorite character?
ABC: *Scowls* You, Bergen.
Bergen: Finally! Why?
ABC: Ugh! I don’t feel like stroking your ego! Next question!
Bergen: (This isn’t over). Every author is a compilation of his/her favorite authors. Which authors have done the most to influence your writing and why?
ABC: Edgar Allan Poe. I adore his writing, his tone, his rhythm. He has music in his words that I envy. My life goal is to write a book in a style similar to Poe’s writing. That is what I tried to do with Dolor and Shadow. I wanted to incorporate music right into the prose.
Bergen: “Story” has always been the center of all human cultures. We need it. We seek it out. We invent it. What does “story” mean to you?
ABC: I believe we have a psychological need for story. We do need story. We seek it out, we invent it, we crave it. I believe story is a way for us to learn and to explore ourselves. The earliest of story were parables and fables that taught us lessons. Before that, we invented myth to explain the world around us. Story taught us. It’s how we learn. I think we all subconsciously associate story with knowledge and we crave it, no matter what medium is used: book, movie, play, anime…it doesn’t matter. We need story.
Bergen: Tells us about your next book. Bergen-Bane.
ABC: My next book is not Bergen-Bane, Bergen. My next book is “Broken.” It is about a woman who revisits her past filled with abuse, rape, and neglect as she descends into her psyche. The reader witnesses the worlds she sees in her head as she toggles the lines of insanity. “Broken” is based on a true story—my story—and is written and ready for my editor. “Broken” releases this summer.
Bergen-Bane is my current work in progress. I hope to have this finished for release this winter.
Bergen: That’s it? That’s all you’re saying about my book!?
ABC: *sigh* Fine! Bergen-Bane is about your time in Ireland.
Bergen: That is not what happened and you know it!
ABC: Do I?
Bergen: I’ve had enough of this! I take on a Fae goddess and steal her sword!
ABC: You are captured by the Fae goddess and she beats you around like a girl. You don’t “take her on.”
Bergen: She threatened me and I defeated her.
ABC: You do not!
Bergen: You know I do! You were there! I have to study the secrets of the Fili—the Ancient bards—before the Fae goddess kills my instructor and then I’m captured and taken prisoner in Under Earth by the psycho Fae goddess!
ABC: If you say so. If you’re interested in buying Dolor and Shadow, it is now available for preorder at Amazon for Kindle and Smashwords for the Nook, MOBI, and EPUB.
Bergen: I’ve had enough of this!

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