In preparation for the crazy year of book publishing ahead of me, I am reducing the price of three of my novels–The Eye of God, Storm Without End, and Inquisitor–permanently to $2.99.
Please consider buying a copy for yourself or a friend!
So you have a one-stop shop to see what the books are about, and why I'm reducing their prices, I'm going to include information on all of the titles–and my favorite passage from each book. Come along for a wild ride through my publications!
I'll begin at the beginning. The Eye of God is my debut book. I have a lot of work I need to do on this book–even now. I want to go back and update the styling to be more in line with what I'm writing now. I'm pretty sure there are errors in the book, too.
There's been one criticism I've seen in reviews that I fully intend on addressing as well–character insights in certain scenes. I want to bring both Blaise and Terin alive a bit more on the page.
Here's what the book is about:
Blaise tries to act like a good human, but someone always manages to ruin things for him. When the Emperor’s most powerful weapon is stolen and its human vessel is kidnapped from the Arena, Blaise must choose between meddling in the affairs of mortals or remaining true to his duty.
To make matters worse, the Archbishop has betrayed the church and God by giving the Emperor the second piece of the Triad, the Heart of God. Should Blaise stand idle and leave the mortals to their own devices, the people of Erelith won’t just lose their lives: Their souls will be destroyed by a power that was never meant to fall into mortal hands.
If Blaise can find the Eye of God, he might be able to save the humans from themselves. Unfortunately, his only hope for success lies in the hands of a slave who wants nothing more than to die. If Blaise can’t save Terin and enlist his help, the Erelith Empire will fall.
The Eye of God is now available on Amazon for $2.99.
Favorite Passage: (Author's note: This is one of the creepiest descriptions I've written, thus its presence on my favorite passages list.)
Twisted bodies covered the ground, barely visible through the pale fog rising from the black water surrounding them. As though trying to reclaim the lives they had long-since lost, rotting bits of flesh clung to their pale bones.
The second book I'm reducing the price on is Storm Without End. This is the second novel I released. It's also one of my favorites. I've always wanted to seriously pursue an epic fantasy, and this is my take on the genre. The story focuses on two characters, Kalen and Breton. These two men have been among my favorites to write. Every time I take a journey into their world, it never fails to remind me how much I really love writing–even when I'm groaning about deadlines.
There's often more in-your-face magic in The Eye of God, but for me… this is the story where the real magic began.
About the Book:
Kalen’s throne is his saddle, his crown is the dirt on his brow, and his right to rule is sealed in the blood that stains his hand. Few know the truth about the one-armed Rift King, and he prefers it that way. When people get too close to him, they either betray him or die. The Rift he rules cares nothing for the weak. More often than not, even the strong fail to survive.
When he’s abducted, his disappearance threatens to destroy his home, his people, and start a hopeless and bloody war. There are many who desire his death, and few who hope for his survival. With peace in the Six Kingdoms quickly crumbling, it falls on him to try to stop the conflict swiftly taking the entire continent by storm.
But something even more terrifying than the machinations of men has returned to the lands: The skreed. They haven’t been seen for a thousand years, and even the true power of the Rift King might not be enough to save his people — and the world — from destruction.
Storm Without End is now available at Amazon for $2.99.
The words were torn from his thoughts and spit from his lips. “Because you will be their King, and you will Ride with them. You will wage war against your own people, and their blood will drip from your stained banner. You will crush them beneath the hooves of your black horse. Then, like Arik before me, like me before you, you will be put to the sword and another will take your place. Your existence within the song of the ancestors will be a blight they will strive to erase.”
The pressure eased against his throat. “And if you live?”
Kalen didn’t have an answer to that. The Guardians always managed to find him, no matter how far he’d ridden in the past. One would appear on his trail and stay a respectable distance behind him, a shadow who watched, listened, and never intervened.
Finally, I'm reducing the price of Inquisitor, the first Witch & Wolf novel. In a way, Inquisitor represents my first foray into writing marketable fiction. The Fall of Erelith (The Eye of God) and Requiem for the Rift King (Storm Without End) are series I enjoy writing… but they aren't money makers. There's a lot more reader interest in my UF than my traditional and epic fantasy. That's okay. I do enjoy working on the Witch & Wolf series. I've already begun work on Book 3, Blood Diamond, for those who are interested. It's possible it might be ready by the end of the year.
I have labors of love I want to finish first. That said, if enough people support Blood Diamond, I'll try to have it ready for a Christmas release. You can also support the release of new books by buying older ones–I rely on those royalties to pay for all of my various production costs.
Inquisitor started its life as my attempt at writing a murder mystery thriller. I started plotting the murders… and I got bored.
So I made the murderer someone interesting–someone with a real bone to grind. And then I decided that the real victim of the murders wasn't those left dead, but someone else–the main character.
It evolved from there. I love a mystery where nothing is as it seems. I like having to tell stories where the truth is tangled in with the rest. That's what I wrote. It's not an easy read–I don't pull punches, I don't dumb anything down. I wanted to write something challenging for the readers–but leave enough clues scattered through the pages where the tangles could be undone.
I still don't know if I succeeded or not… but I really had fun with this story.
About the Book:
When Allison is asked to play Cinderella-turned-Fianceé at a Halloween ball, the last thing she expected was to be accused of murder on the same night. She has to find the killer or she'll be put to death for the crimes she didn't commit. To make matters worse, the victims are all werewolves.
On the short list of potential victims, Allison has to act fast, or the killer will have one more body to add to his little black book of corpses.
There's only one problem: One of the deaths has struck too close to home, and Allison's desire for self-preservation may transform into a quest for vengeance…
Inquisitor is now available at Amazon for $2.99.
Favorite Passage: (There are a lot of passages I really like from this book, but this one just resonates.)
Mark interrupted his mother with a jerk of his hand. Then he turned back to, taking hold of my left hand. “Allison Malinda Ferdinan, please marry me.”
I don’t know where he had pulled the ring out from, but he held it up to me with a trembling hand. A single diamond caught the candlelight.
My eyes burned, but I didn’t cry. One day, he’d stare at the true love of his life with wet eyes, and the girl in front of him wouldn’t be me. But, I had promised to play his game. There was nothing but the truth in his gaze.
Had he been serious about proposing all along? It’d be like him, creating an illusion so the truth of his sincerity could become something truly powerful.
Any other girl would’ve been flattered. Too bad I wasn’t her.
I wondered how much it would hurt him when, as had happened tens of times before, I vanished to become someone new, someone he’d never see again. Would it hurt him as much as it would me?
Time wasn’t kind to werewolves. It didn’t let us forget.
Not trusting my voice, I sat perfectly still. The dip of my chin was as close to a nod as he’d get, although it wasn’t the yes he hoped for. Mark smiled as he slipped the band over my gloved finger.
The cold, tiring touch of silver seeped through the thin material. I stared at the ring and shivered. It wasn’t just a piece of jewelry, but it was old. Old silver, forged and reforged again, carrying with it an age almost as great as mine.
It hurt, but the white material didn’t blacken. It was pain I embraced, because I deserved it for the betrayal I would soon commit.
A clock counted the midnight hour.
I really was Cinderella, but I didn’t have glass slippers, and there’d be no happy ending for us.