From Tuesday February 28th – Saturday March 4th get an ebook copy of my YA Fantasy Novel, The Final Offering by going HERE
It has been awhile since my last post (man do I have to get better about this) so I thought I would put an update out.
I’m still shopping Elves of The Sugar Maple to agents, but there is nothing to report yet. This is my Young Adult fantasy novel that mirrors many of the religious/racial issues our world currently faces.
I completed The Saukarian Children. I currently have the book in the hands of a couple beta readers and am awaiting feedback. This is my Sci-Fi story that I am very excited about it and think it has a lot of potential.
I recently realized the process of querying my work as the only means of attracting a potential agent is absolutely ludicrous. As such, I joined the RMFW (Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers) and have joined a critique group. I also plan on attending several conferences as they become available. I also plan on entering both the above titles into the Colorado Gold Writing Contest at the end of this month. The finals for this contest will be held the beginning of September. More than anything, I am looking for feedback and for areas where my work could use improvement, although if I actually final with either of them I would be over the moon J. As a result, neither of these are flagged for Self-Publishing at this time.
With my other projects completed, I recently returned to the world of Nithor with my friends Raythum, Liniana, Aglina, Matt, Jaeden, Milenthia, and let us not forget the despicable man name Lutheras. The third book in the series is currently at right around 50% complete and I am still hoping to have this released by the end of the year. Since the first two books in the Keepers of the Orbs Series are already self-published, this will go directly to Amazon (more news to follow).
Yesterday, I had a hard time concentrating on anything else as I recently had a new idea for another YA Fantasy novel. I think this idea could have a lot of potential and I am currently just writing down notes and creating the characters/building the world. I hope to start writing it in the near future and will update when appropriate.
I won’t be writing at all this weekend as my wife and I are off to Wisconsin to celebrate my grandparent’s 66th wedding anniversary.
While you wait for my upcoming work, you can still get your hands on the first two books in my series.
I am running a free promotion on the first book, The Unknown Man. You can get a free copy through this Saturday May 14th
And the second book, The Rising Past, can be purchased HERE
This was a fabulous story that quickly brought me in and kept my interest throughout. This is the second book in The Keszthelyi Chronicles and was written by Zichao Deng.
In all honesty I had no idea this was a series until I finished reading the book. Never was it an issue that I had not read the first book, so i tip my hat to the author for writing a book in a series that is able to standalone.
I really enjoyed the main characters Nicolas Keszthelyi and his counterpart Estrade. I think Estrade was truly my favorite character as I liked the no nonsense way he went about his business (especially his plan for the company).
The story is primarily set in Kabul Afghanistan. I have never been to Afghanistan but the author does a wonderful job describing the landscapes and the people. I could get a wonderful picture in my head.
I will say I was a little hesitant about this book due to several of the names or titles in Chinese, but the author provided a wonderful blurb describing how to properly pronounce them, and it put my mind at ease. I would also like to point out that I have never played mahjong before, and the author made this a non-issue by giving the audience a quick run-down on the basic rules so we as readers were not left saying “huh?”.
I will say while I think the character Bibi brought plenty of comic relief to the story, her language and manner of speaking began to wear on me by the end of the book. I also felt like the ending was a little abrupt, and I felt like I wanted a little more closure; then again this is a series.
For those who love stories of adventure in far off lands, this is the book for you. I truly enjoyed the story and have given it 4 out of 5 stars . Personally, I plan on going back and reading the first, and I look forward to future installments in this series.
I was provided a copy of the book for free in exchange for a review
And the story continues. I am working on a couple ideas for the title. When I have it narrowed down, I will post them for feedback.
Page 3 and 4
Last night he made Molotov cocktails and they were all lined up in a row on his counter. He packed them into a small, old milk crate. He ran to his bedroom and into his closet. He started tossing clothing over his head, out of the closet, and into the bedroom. He searched for a red duffle bag he knew his wife kept in the closet. His thoughts drifted to his wife and he had to choke back the tears. Stay focused. Now is not the time.
He found the bag in the back corner of their closet. He grabbed it and ran back to the kitchen. He stuffed the milk crate into the bag, along with the Glocks and spare magazines. It wasn’t much of an arsenal, but it had to be enough. With the bag packed, he pulled out a notepad and searched their junk drawer for a working pen. When he found one, he took it and the pad back to the table and sat down once again.
He wrote slowly, so that whoever discovered the note would be able to understand it. He wanted his writing to be crisp and concise. The people, the survivors, had to know what happened, and this was his only chance.
He wrote the letter for well over a half hour. He read it over multiple times, to ensure that the reader would get the message. He made several revisions, before settling on the final draft. It took much longer than originally anticipated. He neatly folded the sheets and wrote a message on the outside.
They used one of the bedrooms as an office, and in it was a large, floor standing safe. He opened the safe and placed the letter inside. If he succeeded, he would be fifty miles away. He hoped it was far enough the safe would survive. No use worrying about it; there was nothing he could do about it now.
A Move to Action
Mike grabbed his duffle bag and put his now dry jacket back on. He brushed aside the curtains once more and thoroughly checked the back yard. Satisfied no one was lurking in the dark, he turned off the propane heater, grabbed his large box of matches and carefully opened the back door.
He looked one more time, before stepping out. His SUV was in the driveway, and he ran to it, tossing the duffle bag in the backseat, before climbing in and starting up the engine. He jammed the SUV into reverse, and squealed his tires exiting his driveway. He took off down the street and headed west. The sun set behind the Rocky Mountains, creating an orange and purple filled sky. Mike enjoyed the moment, realizing this was probably one of—if not the—last sunsets he would ever see. It truly was majestic, and a sight to behold.
As he navigated through his neighborhood, he was glad he had talked his wife into buying an SUV. Cars were stopped, broken and battered, with car doors open, and parts littered the street. Blood and body parts lay everywhere and Mike had to drive over curbs and onto lawns to actually make it out onto the main street.
It was truly amazing to consider what could happen in less than 24 hours. The main roads weren’t much better, but at least there was more room to navigate. It all happened so quickly, and he was fortunate it had taken place during the middle of the afternoon when people were still at work; not that anything that transpired in the last 24 hours could be classified as fortunate.