One by one at first, a steady trickle of polished black, like the heartwood of ebony hacked at random. Then they came together. Gossiping back and forth—Did you hear? The news is out. It’s all anyone can talk about!
They came in a swarm.
Viscera and carnage lay untouched for mere moments, then word spread like wildfire and the gossiping biddies came calling.
They came in a swarm.
Hair tangled but untouched. Clothes smeared and stained. Bones picked clean and hollow, just waiting to be bleached by the sun. Bit by bit they feast. Bit by bit they heave their roasts home. Devourers of death. Decomposers of life.
The reek of black powder stung her nose and clung to the back of her throat. The cough jerked out of her, and she clapped a hand to her mouth as if she could stifle it after the fact.
With a thud muffled by padding, the gun lowered. A face appeared through layers of wool and linen, brows arched in question.
She choked back another cough, eyes burning, and shook her head. She was fine. It was nothing.
Fathomless brown eyes gazed at her for another long heartbeat, then he nodded and turned back to his work.
Standing on her toes, she peered over his head. It was as much to do her job as it was to escape the sharp odour of gun powder.
The snowy expanse was untouched save for the delicate tracks of the creatures they stalked. He hadn’t hit anything.
Fine black grains streamed from the tip of the horn into the waiting maw of the barrel. She watched it disappear, like the tiny wriggling worms frantically consumed by the baby robins in their tree. Ugly bald heads poking up over the rim of the makeshift nest—she had watched them for hours.
A grunt to get her attention, then they stood from their hideout and crunched through the snow, to follow the tracks of their prey.
Sorry I’ve been missing for the past month or so. It’s been a crazy few weeks. First, James came home from work after a month in Nunavut, and I usually miss the internet for a while when he’s home. Plus, while he was home, I moved. Jumped from my amazing basement suite with my amazing landlords, into the townhouse where James lives. So now we’re living together! How thrilling.
Now that he’s back to work, I’ve been busy working and organizing the house. On top of that, my best friend is getting married on Saturday and I’m a bridesmaid. Last minute preparations are insane.
I’ve also been rereading my favourite series, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, in preparation to read the eighth book in the series that came out earlier in June. In the past few weeks I’ve read five and a half monster sized books. Maybe I’ll do a review of the first, just to stick something in here.
And! I’m holding another contest on my Facebook page for a free copy of my book, PURITY. Pop on over and check it out 😀
Devi Morris isn’t your average mercenary. She has plans. Big ones. And a ton of ambition. It’s a combination that’s going to get her killed one day – but not just yet.
That is, until she just gets a job on a tiny trade ship with a nasty reputation for surprises. The Glorious Fool isn’t misnamed: it likes to get into trouble, so much so that one year of security work under its captain is equal to five years everywhere else. With odds like that, Devi knows she’s found the perfect way to get the jump on the next part of her Plan. But the Fool doesn’t give up its secrets without a fight, and one year on this ship might be more than even Devi can handle.
If Sigouney Weaver in Alien met Starbuck in Battlestar Galactica, you’d get Deviana Morris — a hot new mercenary earning her stripes to join an elite fighting force. Until one alien bite throws her whole future into jeopardy.
Devi Morris wants nothing more in life than to become a Devastator – the elite personal guard of the King of Paradox himself. So when an opportunity comes knocking to drop ten years from the wait, Devi follows it, and becomes security detail on the Glorious Fool. The only problem is, the Fool is notorious for being cursed. Crewmen don’t live long on her jobs, despite her being a trading ship. Still, nothing is more stubborn than a mercenary’s ambition (or at least this mercenary) and Devi’s dream is on its course – until she starts hearing screams that short out her powered armour, screams cried by invisible tentacled monsters and killed only by vacant little girls and faceless black aliens. But Deviana Morris is nothing if not adaptable, and these things she can overlook.
That is, until she starts seeing glowing, translucent, many-legged bugs immune to time, space, and atmosphere.
Bugs that no one else can see.
This is one job that’s going to stretch her to the limit, unlike any other. Continue reading →
And you’ll find this photo. That’s the contest entry. All you have to do is like and comment on the photo to be entered. Sharing gets you a second entry. The winner will receive a FREE copy of my novel PURITY from Smashwords in the format of their choice. My only stipulation is that they review when they’re finished reading.
The winner will be drawn at random in a week, so get you entries in and good luck!
I’m working on getting ready a print on demand template for my novel, PURITY, so people can have it in their hands as well as on their electronics. I don’t know exactly how long this will take or how much it will end up costing to buy these, but it will be an option in the future, nonetheless. I’m very excited about it, and I’ll keep you all updated 😀
As well, just a reminder that my Twitter contest is still going. The person who is my one hundredth follower will get a free copy of my book, PURITY.
In the aftermath of the brutal murder of his father, a mysterious woman, Kahlan Amnell, appears in Richard Cypher’s forest sanctuary seeking help … and more. His world, his very beliefs, are shattered when ancient debts come due with thundering violence.
In their darkest hour, hunted relentlessly, tormented by treachery and loss, Kahlan calls upon Richard to reach beyond his sword– to invoke within himself something more noble. Neither knows that the rules of battle have just changed … or that their time has run out.
This is the beginning. One book. One Rule. Witness the birth of a legend.
Richard Cypher is a man on a mission: after the curious murder of his father, he sets off on a personal quest to find the killer, despite all misgivings. The only evidence he has is a branch of thorn that he soon finds in the forests near the boundary – carnivorous, semi-sentient thorn. On his way home, not much closer to finding out his father’s killer, he encounters a beautiful woman hiking through the woods in clothes not at all appropriate for hiking: and she is being followed by four men.
With Kahlan’s help, Richard saves her from the men and they hurry home. Soon, Richard and Kahlan both are swept up in a dangerous adventure out of their control, and together they must save the land from evil reminiscent of dark magic from many years before, with the help of eccentric wizard Zedd and boundary warden Chase.
Gah! My computer is finally home, and no longer looks like it ever lit on fire!
So, y’know, that’s really exciting.
I missed it turribly.
In other news, while it was down for the count, I had an idea for a short story/novella in the Changeling universe. I started writing it by hand, which is a battle and a half, so now that I have a computer again, it’ll be typed up and glorious. It was inspired by the fact that I’m editing Changeling right now, and I realized a new character had no choice but to be added to the timeline before the novel begins.
So this short story/novella is going to be about said character and their relationship with the others we already know and love.
That’s sort of the biggest update on my life. Once I’m settled in and up to date with my beloved, I’ll do a proper entry.
Apparently there is a thing called a blog hop, and I have been tagged in it, by the illustrious Elisa Nuckle. I’ve been given four questions to answer about my writing process, so here we go!
And bear with me, because I’m on my phone app and there’s only so much I can do
What am I working on?
I’m currently, because my computer is fried, working on editing by hand Changeling, my magnum opus. This will be round two of edits, then she’ll be doing her rounds of beta readers before the next round of edits. I’m also bringing together the climax of her sequel, Abomination, though that is more difficult now, as it too must be by hand. sigh.
How does my work differ from others from its genre?