Wednesday, August 22, 2012

New Cover Reveal: ELF KILLERS

Just Released as Both an Ebook ($2.99) and a Paperback ($8.99) on Amazon: Elf Killers (2nd edition)



It is the very worst time to be in the woods.


Oisin’s plan is to come with his bow to help Aedan and Doona lead a party of children into the forest to gather the maidenhair seedlings his people would take across the sea as they flee the trolls who hunt them as prey. Maybe he can be back in time for supper. And if he only dares to dream, he might also be back in time to speak with Doona alone.
           
Dyr's plan is an early evening head smash for the foolish Elves who think they can steal away to the sands of the endless eye sting water and build their strange float huts. They will make a glorious feast.

But on the way, Dyr's brutes stumble across Oisin's gathering party and attack, leaving Aedan mortally wounded and scattering Doona and the children to flee in terror into the dark mountain woods, only to be run down and captured by the bloodthirsty trolls.

Can Oisin find the bonfires of the trolls and rescue them before it’s too late? And what then? Will any of them live long enough to reach safety?







Saturday, August 11, 2012

Cover Reveal: STONE HEART: Heart of the Staff paperback

NOW on Amazon
Stone Heart: book three of the Heart of the Staff: paperback

Cover Reveal



PROLOGUE





            "Please forgive the interruption, Sorceress," said Budog, as he and the other guard

hove their captive onto the slippery stone floor, "but he's back again."      

            "You and Mazhev had better...'' said Demonica, turning aside from her prisoner on

the torture table, writhing in his irons. "This had better be important." Her ageless face

seethed with fury in the wavering torchlight.  

            "This thing says he has some real information for you, this time," said Budog,

nodding at his captive.

            "Oh, yes, yes!" pleaded the captive, as he sat up on his haunches. "This time I do

have. This time I truly have what you want to know, Demonica, my love."

            "Never address me in that manner again!" she shrieked, as she kicked him in the

gut, doubling him over to lie straining, cheek down on the clammy floor.

            "Forgive me, Mistress!" he shouted, heaving in his first breath with a gasp.

"Please! I quite forgot myself! I meant no disrespect! I swear!"

            "Very well, Yann-Ber!" she barked, as she lunged at his face and spat. "What do

you think you have to tell me?" She stood back to study her saliva, glistening on the mass

of boils swelling his face. "You'd do well to hope you aren't wasting my time, dearest."

            An agonized moan from the man on the table caught Yann-Ber's eye. He

shuddered at the sight of him, envying the wretched fellow's nearness to death. Soon

he'll be free of this, he thought, and maybe I shall be free as well, if what I bring

suffices...

            "Out with it, you vile kaoc'h ki du!" she screamed, flinging her knee into his face

to crush his nose with a resounding pop.

            Yann-Ber wailed out in pain and clapped his hands over his face, his eyes still

bearing the strength to give his wife a look of hatred. "Your daughter is dead," he

sputtered from between his bloody hands. "And your granddaughter has ascended the

throne of Goll..." He closed his eyes for a moment and reeled, coming to grips with his

pain. "They say she's got her hands on the Great Staff, you know, the Staff of Power,

though no one seems to think that she uses it." 

            "Just how sure are you?"

            "I wouldn't dare aggravate you with anything I was unsure of, Demonica."

            "So how do you know, Yann-kaoc'h?" she said, suddenly lifting her knee as

though she were going to strike him again. He winced and fell sideways, catching

himself on his elbow. She threw back her head and made the halls of the dungeon ring

with her laughter. "You stinking pomander of pustules, just how is it that you manage to

know this?"

            "A few still deny that she has the Great Staff at all," he said, pulling himself

upright, "but she certainly had no staff of any kind when she came to the throne, and then

she suddenly had one, right when her mother died. Too many reliable people have seen it.

And you said..."

            "This time you've actually learnt something, Yann-Ber," she said, suddenly

brandishing a high spirited gloat. "So. Back to Norz-meurzouar it is again."

            She turned to Budog and Mazhev. "And you two finish up this mess for me," she

said, waving her manicured hand at the man on the torture table. "I have far more

important business waiting on the Northern Continent." She swept past Yann-Ber without

a glance, heading for the door.

            "Wait! Demonica, please!" cried Yann-Ber, lunging after her on knees swollen

huge from boils, only to tumble forward onto his hands from the pain.

            Demonica stopped in the doorway. "I don't have time for this, Yann-Ber."

            "The curse!" he shouted through the blood on his face, as he rocked back and

forth, coming to grasp with the pain in his knees. "You promised me! You gave me your

word that if I found out the whereabouts of the Staff, then you'd end this curse. And she

does have it. You'll see. Please, Demonica! Have mercy! I'm your husband! You cared

for me once. Please!"

            "Are you certain you want that, Yann-Ber?" she said with a light in her eyes, as a 

ruby lipped smile spread across her face. 

            "What else could I want?" he rasped.

            "So be it," she said, making several signs in the air before turning crisply and

walking out of sight.

            "Demonica!" he shouted. "Nothing has changed! I still live! What treachery is

this?"

            The stony echo of her footsteps halted, then began again and stopped as she came

back into view. "On the contrary, Yann-Ber, your death has been irrevocably scheduled,

in spite of how slow and agonizing you may think it." She threw her head back with a

peal of laughter. "You see, dear heart, I always keep my promises."

            "But, so do I."

            "Ah! Ah! Ah! But not to me. Remember that it was your faithlessness to me that

earned you your nightmare spell of boils. So, as I was saying, I do keep mine, and you

will most assuredly be dead within the year, though it will seem such a long time to

someone with your lack of patience," she said, glancing at the crimson toes of her shoes

as she adjusted the pleats down the front of her gown.

            "I'll kill myself."

            "You can try, Yann-Ber," she said with a demure smile, "but unfortunately it will

never work." At once she turned and strode into the hallway, here and there erupting into

laughter as her reverberating footfalls passed beyond hearing.

            "You witch!" he screamed as he tottered onto his feet, only to be seized by the

hair and thrown flat onto the floor by Budog who pinned him mercilessly with both

knees, yanking his arm around backward until it snapped, making him wail out in pain.
 
            "Hurt your little armsie, stinkfish?" he hissed through his rotten teeth. "Too bad

that's all I broke." He yanked Yann-Ber to his feet by the hair and pointed him toward the

torture table. "Thing is, you stink so much, I can't concentrate on my work here." He

shoved him flailing for balance towards the door. "Now. If Mazhev or I even see you

again, we'll play with you awhile like that fellow on the table."

Monday, August 6, 2012

ONLY $2.99 to Download on Amazon, THE BURGEONING: Heart of the Staff

The Burgeoning, book four of the Heart of the Staff
JUST $2.99 on Amazon! Download your copy NOW!





With both the Great Staff of Power and the Stone Heart in their hands at last, it seems that nothing can stop Demonica and Queen Spitemorta from crushing Niarg and conquering the entire world. King Hebraun of Niarg is dead and not a single Elf is left alive in the Jutwoods.

Spitemorta's husband, King James, tries to ride out of Castle Goll with her Great Staff of Power, but is tortured by Demonica and her and locked away to die in the fleas and fetid straw of the dungeon. He manages to escape across the Great Barrier Mountains, just as the army and people of Niarg are sent out into the countryside by Queen Minuet and Wizard Razzmorten, who flee to the Pitmaster's Kettles in time for Spitemorta and Demonica to effortlessly destroy Castle Niarg. Is this the end of everything?