If you listen to audiobooks (or want to try one), this is a great fantasy audiobook to start with! The Tower’s Alchemist (The Gray Tower Trilogy, #1) is a fantasy mashup where magic meets espionage. This Amazon best selling series has already been downloaded by thousands of readers, and now it’s available for your listening pleasure.
Wizard Vs. Nazi Warlock Vampires.
It’s a very different World War II.
The Nazis have unleashed occult forces throughout Europe and the Allies are forced to recruit and employ wizards to counter their attacks.
Among them is the battle weary spy, Isabella George, a Gray Tower dropout trained in Alchemy. Longing for retirement and a life of peace, she accepts one final job – extract a deadly warlock from Nazi occupied France and prevent him from unleashing an alchemical weapon that will devour the continent.
But France is crawling with the cruenti: vampiric warlocks who feed off other wizards. When things don’t go according to plan, one cruenti sets his deadly eyes on her.
Betrayal is everywhere. Even some of her closest allies cannot be fully trusted. Worse still, she finds, she can’t even trust herself. She becomes a woman torn between her charismatic spy lover who offers her what she desires most, one of her closest confidants whose soft seductive eyes hold deadly secrets about her past, and the Gray Tower itself.
Plans within plans. Plots versus counter plots. Heists gone wrong, sword-wielding Catholic priests, and the greatest manipulation of history that has ever been seen – these are just a taste of what Isabella George is in for in her final mission.
Check out a sample, narrated by voice actress Anne Johnstonbrown.
The Tower’s Alchemist Audiobook links:
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On Saturday 18th July 5:00 pm GMT and 12:00 pm EDT – there is going to be an exclusive Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Dystopian/Steampunk Facebook Extravaganza!!
Author Nikki McDonagh has asked some writers whom she considers to be the best Indie authors in these genres to be part of a mass promotion of their work. Yes, that includes ME (*blush*). Thank you, Nikki.
Books will be drastically reduced for one day only. So do not miss out on the chance of grabbing a bargain in your favorite genre, or author. At such low prices you might even want to try out something new.
Meanwhile, Nikki’s got a new release, Whisper Gatherers, the prequel to the Action Adventure Dystopian SCi-fi series, The Song of Forgetfulness. Not only will all three E-books in the series be $0.99 – but also, she’s Giving Away Signed Copies Of All Three Books to one lucky winner.
There will be a chance to chat with the authors, ask questions, find out about new releases and future projects as well as entering Giveaways, signing up for newsletters and much more!
So if you love speculative fiction, then spread the word and join us on July 18th for a Fabulous Exclusive Celebration of all things Fantasy and Sci-Fi.
Don’t forget spread the word. Then join the party and pick up some bargain books!
Link to Facebook Event page: https://www.facebook.com/events/577034945770324/
Masters of Time
A Science Fiction & Fantasy Time Travel Anthology
by Samantha Lafantasie, Alesha Escobar, Timothy C. Ward, H. M. Jones, Devorah Fox & Alice Marks
A clone who usurps his own destiny–and with it, the power of Time. A time travel romance that would defy death, and an alluring agent from the future hunting her prey…
Imaginative and heart-pounding stories are woven into the fabric of this time travel short story collection. From adventure to loss, hope and sacrifice, each tale touches upon the precious value given to Time, and what we’d do with it, if we were its masters.
The Masters of Time sci-fi/fantasy time travel anthology is presented to you by USA Today bestselling author Samantha LaFantasie, Alesha Escobar and Devorah Fox, Hugo Award nominee Timothy C. Ward, B.R.A.G Medallion honoree H.M. Jones, and Alice Marks.
Author Nicola McDonagh is relaunching her The Song of Forgetfulness Dystopian/Sci-fi series.
“A story of trust and faith…it is an adventure that takes you to a time and place like no other.”
“A brilliant and unique read for adults and young adults alike…reminded me of Patrick Ness’ Walking Chaos Trilogy.”
The struggle to survive just got harder.
In a land disfigured by famine and disease, fear spreads throughout the scattered population of NotSoGreatBritAlbian when the Agro Empire cuts food supplies and kidnaps special children – The Meeks.
But there is hope.
Adara, with her secret power.
I’m Adara. I’ve got six fingers on each hand, and a secret I cannot share. There is a rustling in the wind. Lights beyond the boundary fence. A sign of Agro threat. A murmur haunts Cityplace.
Something is coming.
Here’s an excerpt:
“The moon shone bright. A shock-faced ball in the black sky that looked down on the three of us as if to shout, “Prevail. Stand steady.” The wind whipped around our feet and legs, and a swirl of ash and dry earth spiralled up before us. I coughed and spat out the filthy soil that bore the taste of Agro boot.”
Synopsis of The Song of Forgetfulness:
The Song of Forgetfulness is an unsettling and mysterious vision of the future where animals are almost extinct, humans are subjugated by the sinister and secretive Agros, and gifted children know as Meeks, are going missing.
The series follow the journey of 17-year-old Adara from the comfort of her hygienehome through the ravaged territories of NotsoGreatBritAlbion, as she searches for her brother Deogol. One of many Meeks abducted by the all-controlling Agros. Adara has a rare talent; she can use her voice to summon birds and to inflict harm on others
During her journey, Adara is kidnapped by lustful Woodsmales, befriends a Nearlyman, is attacked by ravenous Wolfies, falls for a Clonie, and is helped by a S.A.N.T. Yet Amongst the outcasts and deviants she encounters, Adara finds unlikely friendships that help her come to terms with her ability and realise her true potential as a Bringer and powerful weapon.
Along with her friends, Adara enters Agro headquarters ready to infiltrate their colony and free the Meeks. However, Agros are smart and Adara and her companions find themselves at the mercy of torturers. However, there is hope. The Meeks have a secret weapon and outside, folk are gathering. A legion of Woodsfolk, Clonies, S.A.N.T.S, Holy ones and Ladies, are on their way.
But time is running out. Adara’s struggle to save her kin becomes a desperate battle of life and death, as Agros send in their army of cloned killers to destroy the insurgents who are moving ever closer. Adara is forced to use her voice again and again, to try and stop the Agros from winning the war, but each time she does, a part of her dies.
As filthy battles ensue and loved ones perish, Adara must sing The Song of Forgetfulness one last time if she is to save not only the Meeks, but all the folk of NotSoGreatBritAlbion, from a life of slavery and despair.
Find out more at the Website.
Purchase your copies of the Song of Forgetfulness Series on Amazon.
What’s that glow on the horizon? Could it be that Masters of Time: A Science Fiction/Fantasy Anthology is approaching its launch date?
Get ready for the official debut on July 13, 2015. Meanwhile you can order a print edition right now or place a preorder for the ebook at a special price, 99¢.
No stranger to time travel, science fiction or fantasy, author/blogger Sally Ember today hosts Time Master Alesha Escobar. Check out what Alesha has to say about the very real challenges of putting together an anthology.
It’s Shark Week. Have you read Naked Came the Sharks yet? OK, these sharks travel on two legs but they can be just as deadly.
There’s a little jewel in Aransas Pass just waiting for you to discover it. It’s not hard to find, just easy to overlook so let me point it out to you.
It’s The Rialto Theater on Commercial Street. The Art Deco style venue originally opened in 1937, part of a chain that was headquartered in Beeville. The Aransas Pass theater had 500 seats and at the time was the only air conditioned space in the region. It operated as a single screen cinema until 1991 when it closed, yielding to competition from multiplexes.
And there it stood, shuttered, until it caught the eye of Jen Rubinowitz. Originally from Indiana and Kentucky, Jen worked for a time for AT&T and MCI. In the 1990s MCI moved to Texas and Jen moved with it. She loves the water, fishing and diving and kept coming back to Rockport and Port Aransas to enjoy those activities. Drawn to “old buildings and old houses,” she spied the Rialto Theater and felt called to do something with it. She was heartened in 2003 when she saw a “Sale Pending” sign and thought that someone would be bringing the Rialto back to life. When the sale fell through, she decided the theater’s revitalization was up to her so she bought it. Cleaning up flood damage to the interior was a monumental undertaking and she ended up having to close the theater temporarily.
When she reopened it Jen’s original concept was to make it a type of artist commune with leased studio spaces, taking inspiration from urban commercial repurposing projects like Boston’s Fanieul Hall Marketplace and Monterey’s The Cannery. That worked for a while. So did having theater groups put on plays but it all didn’t quite turn out the way she envisioned.
In 2006 Jen formed her own non-profit organization with an eye toward creating the cinema drafthouse experience, that is, to offer dinner and drinks with movies. To that end she obtained a liquor license for the Rialto so now beer and wine are available as well as soft drinks. In June the theater started Tapas Tuesdays. Guests can enjoy snacks as well as beverages at happy hour prices that begin at 5:00 p.m. and continue until 6:30 p.m. when the stage is available for the acoustic jam.
Jen encourages musicians to participate in the jam. Check your stage fright at the door. The musicians are laid back and eager to share their talent and energy to make a happy noise, and the folks in the audience are relaxed and supportive. The jam “gives people space to work on their fear and develop their talent.” Jen has really enjoyed hearing performances by “the coolest people” and seeing them blossom. She’ll often join in along with her husband, Jake. They met at the Rialto when they started performing together.
The Rialto serves as an art gallery too. Check out the gallery and gift shop open Friday, Saturday and Sunday from 11-4 and Tuesday evenings when the theater is open for the jam. A portion of the sales goes to the theater’s renovation and operation.
The restoration has been a labor of love. Jen has renovated old houses but never a commercial space and nothing of this size. Some restorers of historic buildings go to great lengths to use only period-authentic materials and furnishings. Jen is more interested in having the building “open and alive even if it is raw.” Her current challenge is to level part of the floor to create a cinema lounge area. Boyd Camera will be donating time and equipment so that the Rialto can offer digital films. Jen has no intention of trying to compete with the multiplexes but sees the Rialto operating as an art house especially since there aren’t any in the area.
She’s also looking to establish a year-round calendar. For starters there’s Tapas and Acoustic Jam every Tuesday night at the Rialto. Saturday, July 4 a special BBQ and Blues featuring the Hot Attacks to benefit the theater is being held at the Tiki Bar located at 508 Bigelow in Aransas Pass. Upcoming events on the Rialto calendar include “Suite Surrender,” a melodrama directed by Karen Cline-Tardiff, slated for August. Set in 1942, it’s the story of two of Hollywood’s biggest divas who descend on the luxurious Palm Beach Royale Hotel, assistants, luggage, and legendary feud with one another in tow and find themselves assigned to the same suite.
For more information visit the Web site at www.rialtotheater.org. Send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org or call 361-758-0383. Or, just come by 327 S. Commercial Street in Aransas Pass. I’ll see you there. — http://devorahfox.com
Have you discovered Monochrome by H.M. Jones? Looks intriguing doesn’t it? What would you do to protect your memories?
Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 2: Monochrome
[Abigail] hoped to reason with the lunatic who, for some reason, abducted her. “You’re obviously not interested in hurting me. I don’t know why you brought me here or what…”
The stranger exhaled, interrupting her. “Look, you’re not listening. You aren’t the first person I’ve led to think I am crazy,” he said, reading her tone correctly. “And you won’t be the last.”
He took a final drag of his cigarette, flicked it away and crushed the butt under a black, buckled boot. “Again, I didn’t take you here and ‘here’ is not the place you were before. This place is called Monochrome and you are here because you didn’t want to be where you were.”
Her tolerance quoted was filled. This man’s crazy talk was holding her up. She stalked toward him, grabbed his coat collar in her hands and shook him.
“Listen, asshole, tell me how to get home or, so help me God, I’ll make you wish you’d never met me.” She didn’t raise her voice. She knew the rage distorting her face was proof enough to convince him to stop playing with her.
The stranger tilted his hat up and peered into her light green eyes with eyes the color of tar. No, not tar. Tar does not glimmer. Abigail thought this man must have swallowed a universe full of stars, so that it would sparkle, deadly, in his eyes. His gaze unnerved her and made her dizzy. She dropped her hands from his collar, her arms shaking and her knees weak.
“Thank you,” he stated, unmoved, as he returned to his seat on the fallen tree. Abigail stumbled as she backed away, tripping over the same cold, hard rock she hit her head on upon first waking. She fell backwards and landed on her side.
“I hope you’re okay?” The man asked, without a hint of sympathy.
“Fine. Just a scrape on my hand and maybe a bruise on the side of my leg. But don’t get up…” She sarcastically shot at the stranger, who went back to his relaxed position on the fallen tree and was now carelessly lighting another cigarette. His face was lit behind the flash of the match, a sulfur tang stinging the air. He’s handsome, for an asshole.
She sat up from her fall and examined the damage, only to stop short. She remembered putting on a pair of jeans and a flannel this morning. She brushed dust from her side and gasped. Instead of the coarse tightness of denim, her hands slid effortlessly across a length of fabric, cashmere soft.
She stood up and patted her person, looking down in shock at the indigo velvet dress that fell from her hips. The dress bustled in the back. Black buttons dotted her from torso to neck, and black lace cuffs accented the paleness of her skin. The dress was more appropriate for a Victorian romance novel than the twenty-first century.
“Um, what am I wearing and where are my old clothes?” Abigail started. “Did you…” she flushed, “change me?”
The man guffawed, offended. “Do I really look that creepy?”
“Well, I didn’t change myself and you’re the only one I see,” she answered. “And, yes, you are a bit creepy, so…”
The stranger’s pursed his lips, amused. “You’re funny. No, I didn’t change you.”
He played with his cigarette to avoid her glare. “What you wear can reflect what you feel on the inside in this place, though most people here are cognizant enough to go through changes very often. You must feel…”
He scrutinized her dress with midnight eyes. Abigail got the impression if he examined her closely with those eyes, he could see every dark secret she bore. She shivered. “Caged. You feel caged. Lonely. Like I said, most people’s wardrobe doesn’t really change much, except for color. And it usually derives from something they owned or wore in their other life. But that dress says repressed.”
She wore a dress like this to a tea party her friend put on. It was a rental. She almost forgot about that day.
Surprising herself, she retorted, “And you feel bored and apathetic.”
She was referring to his black and grey tones, the careless, worn wool hat over slightly disheveled, mussed hair, the charcoal pea-coat over torn jeans. Every piece of fabric, every leisurely gesture, gave the impression he tried very hard to look like he didn’t care about how others saw him.
He raised a quizzical eye. “Not exactly. So, are you ready to hear about this place or not, lady?”
“Abigail. Abigail Benet,” she insisted.
The man exhaled smoke from his cigarette and nodded in greeting. “Ishmael Dubois.”
She shook her head in astonishment. “Perfect. Shall I call you Ishmael, then?”
Ishmael rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes. Call me Ishmael, and I’ve heard that before. Do you want to know why you’re here, Abby?”
About the Author
H.M Jones is the author of B.R.A.G Medallion Honor book Monochrome, being republished by Gravity, the Attempting to Define poetry series, and the soon to be released Masters of Time Anthology. Find out more on the book’s Website and check out the Monochrome trailer.