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flash fiction: Fire Eyes An Echoes of Elder Times flash fiction


Summer Solstice is just another day to most. Filled with lots of sunlight, warmth and good times. Pull out the barbecue and beer and enjoy the long hours of golden sunlight. Play in that light and soak up the heat, good times are here.

But not too long ago people remembered, people held ceremonies celebrating the day. For it is the turning point of the year. The shortest night of the longest day, meant to get so much living done. There are a few who burn the bonfire, the bone fire still. They burn for the turning, to remind the world that they year will grow darker now. Long ago the fires called us to you but now they simply light up the dark, for few know how to get our attention any longer.

Look closely and you will see my eyes in those fires. Watching and waiting for you to invite us out to play. The summer will be only so long, so go ahead and live those lazy days of play for soon enough you will need to work to stay warm.

With the last golden ray of silken sunshine the torch is thrust into the perfumed wood. You, oh wise one, ignored the others and brought with you fragrant boughs. You brought woods that are not common for this place, Oak and Ash and Thorn, just as the old songs call for. You peeked my curiosity with those pieces of wood and I slid into the fire to watch. I wanted to see if you would notice me, dancing about below in the hottest part of the flames, and you did.

He smoke tasted so good when you leaned in, adding resins to the coals left when the wood burned low. I danced a jig and for a moment you watched me. A simple yet joyful smile built in your eyes and you winked at me before turning to speak to the young being at your side.

You fed the fire the whole night through. Your friends sang songs and drank fine wine but you paid attention to the fire, keeping it hot and bright enough that I felt welcomed once more. Will you gift me once more? Give me a place to play? If you do I will keep your fires burning bright the whole yearlong. For I am Salamander and you have called me from my cold sleep.

Lady of Blood, audio dribble


Since I can’t post the actual file here I have placed this up on YouTube. If you click on the link you will be taken to my channel and you can watch/listen to this. I have three more finished and a hell of a lot more in the works. I will try to post them up daily till I am caught up. Enjoy. If you like please comment on YouTube and follow my channel.

Lady of Blood

 

Been busy working


Well now that Halloween and the kid’s birthday is over, I have a bit of time to roll into working on my next publications. As I have commented before, I plan on doing a bunch of collections over the next few months. Adding in new material that will not be sold separately and of course massively editing previously published work can and will take a lot of time.

Last night I finished up the final story for the first of the Echoes of Elder Times collection. This book will include all of the previously published tales, which in fact is ten tale. Added to those tales with be a new one titled Winter’s End. Making this collection a total of eleven tales.

While this collection won’t be as large as others the stories are well worth reading IMO. They have the feel of retold faerie tales but with a twist of course.  Some are dark, some are light but they all have my take on the myths and legends of the old world.

echoes-starter-cover This is the working cover I have for the book but I do believe I need to change up the text color and font. The purple just doesn’t stand out after all. So over the next week I plan on updating this. I will probably remove the leaves and make the font both larger and another color. Simple covers can be some of the best. If I can get it the way I want you can expect to see this release just before American Thanksgiving. A nice book for those looking for a read while they are waiting in those lines at the check out on Black Friday.

In those news I am deep in the edits of Mythos of Love. This second collection will not be out till around Valentine’s Day but it need a lot of work IMO.  MOL will only contain six tales but the very first tale in the book is the novella The Knight Protector, giving this book a longer tale. Five of the tales have been published before and I admit they needed some major overhauls but the final and newest tale will by Singer of the Blood Song.  Now if you have no idea why I am using Mythos in the title here is a bit of the blurb I have used on the tales:

 

Mythos – A story or set of stories relevant to or having a significant truth or meaning for a particular culture, religion, society, or other group.

Love stories are common through out all cultures.  These short stories are my take on love and magic for romance can be found in any genre.

 

Fantasy and romance have mixed before but mostly as paranormals. Stories with vampires and werewolves at the heroes are fun to read but they are not the only romance stories out there. With Knight Protector I have just that, a knight. He is human, who an inner power.  An old fashioned tale with a damsel in distress and an evil wizard, it is a good place to start.

Not all of the tales will have the traditional happy ending though. Because we all know that love doesn’t not always have a Happily Ever After. Sometimes the hero is killed or dies and the heroine is left to mourn. So you can expect some twists and turns from that collection.

And that is enough for now. Expect a lot of work over the next six months. I will be slowly removing from individual sale those titles that are all ready part of a collection. I do this mostly so that you, my readers, won’t feel you have to buy all of my titles and find yourself with duplicates. I will only do this on Amazon, as it is the largest seller of my work. If you still want individual copies you can go to places like ITunes, Barnes and Noble or Kobo. Happy reading everyone!

Oh what a difference time makes


Last week I blogged about doing new stories for the collections I am working on. This week  I thought I would comment about the older stories that I am editing for those collections.

Yesterday I sat back and worked on getting things formatted. While doing that I realized that I really needed to update The Knight Protector.  For those of you who have not read that tale yet, it is the first of the Mythos of Love stories and was originally published  back in 1999 in my long lost collection of poetry and tales titled, Inside Dreams – Outside of Reality. Yes, I was published under a different names, Lisa Prior, and the book was filled with a lot of work that desperately needed editing.

Well I started on that  yesterday. Let’s just say I cringed at all the errors. I will probably pull down the copy that is up for sale, once I get the collection updated, that is how bad it is! Fifteen years ago I thought it was a masterpiece of course. A novella length story that had heroes, villains, a damsel in distress, evil monsters, gods, magic and mayhem. Everything that a good old fashioned fantasy needed.

Now it isn’t a bad tale, just that in those fifteen years since it first came out I have learned a lot about my craft.  So hopefully I will get it all edited up nice and clean so that I can move onto a totally new piece for the collection. You will see the evolution of me as a writer in this collection for sure.  Here is an excerpt from where I started to fix the flaws:

 

Hargon stood looking out over the parapets. The storm whipped his long white hair around his face, but he did little to restrain it. He reveled in the ferocity of the storm and raised his arms to embrace the storm. As the storm’s power lessened he dropped his arms and pounded a fist on the stonework’s before him. “I shall have my revenge! By all that is unholy I will have the soul of the one named Yasha!”

 

*****

 

The protector walked into the crowded room. People were at tables and couches talking about many things. He looked about for any faces he recognized. There were a few friends and he went over and gave each a smile and a few words.

 

He found himself drawn toward a different place though. With a smile he walked out the door and into a small orchard of blooming apple tree. Sitting under one was a small woman playing a sad aire on a simple harp. He listened quietly from the shadows as she started to sing. Her voice brought a tear to his eye, the song was so clearly full of longing.

 

From the shadows he spoke to her in a gentle voice, “Why the sad song, lady?”

 

She looked up, startled. “Who?” Then she slowly smiled a sad smile as she spotted his form in the shadows. “Oh, hello. It is nothing, kind sir.”

 

He could see some pain hiding in her eyes. His heart went out to her. He walked out of the shadows and squatted down in front of her. “Are you sure?” The concern in his voice was clear in his tone.

 

She closed her eyes a moment and sighed. “Yes, I am sure. You don’t need my troubles.” She opened her green eyes and stood. “Thank you, though.” Her face cleared some. She looked around at the orchard and tried to change the subject. “It is lovely out here tonight.”

 

Not taking his eyes from her face he spoke again. “Yes, it is,” he smiled down at her. He recognized her now. She was one the ladies he had danced with in the past. Though she looked very different tonight. Dressed in simple leggings and a tunic she reminded him of someone else. After a moment he realized that he had been sparring with her off and on for a week. She was a good fighter but she had a soft side. She could be faked out by a cry of pain. He smiled, “Would you like to dance?” He held out a hand to her.

 

She looked confused for a moment until she heard the faint strains of music coming out the doors leading to the orchard. “Yes,” she murmured, “that would be nice.” She took his hand and stepped up to him.

 

He put his arms loosely about her and smiled, looking down. Her hair glowed with silver highlights in the moonlight. She moved lightly in his arms, like a dream. They flowed to the quiet strains of music and she rested her head against his chest with a sigh. He could feel her tremble in his arms. Concern crossed his features. She was holding something inside, showing him a pleasant smile. He gently took her chin in his hand and raised her face to look into her eyes. He could see tears standing in them. She tried to blink them away but one spilled over and down her cheek. He caught it on his thumb. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He tightened his arm about her, drawing her closer.

 

She closed her eyes and stopped dancing. “I truly can’t tell you, my lord.” She tried to turn away but he held her still.

 

“Is there no way I can help?” His protective urges where strong around this woman for some reason. It could have something to do with her gentle nature or the fact that she seemed to take care of those around her, much the way he did.

 

“Truly, no. It is something I must deal with myself.” She would not meet his eyes. “I am sorry, Yasha. I am truly not good company this evening.”

 

“That’s all right Elinor. I don’t mind. Come, let us finish our dance at least.”

 

With a sigh she moved back into his arms and let the music take her away. It was pleasant here, sheltered in a man’s arms. No need to be strong. She shook her head slightly. “No thinking like that girl. That’s what started the whole mess.” She smiled weakly up into his deep brown eyes. He was so handsome and she knew his reputation as the Knight Protector. Any damsel in distress had only to whisper his name in the air and he would appear. She was sure it was mostly the tittering of the fanciful young women who looked longingly on him when he walked into a room. Though there was some truth to the rumors. He had been involved in many rescues of maidens in the past. But then she was no dewy young maiden without a thought in her pretty head. She was a fully trained bard and she could hold her own in a battle. But she didn’t feel strong this night. Her troubles were not the kind that magic or a solid blow from a staff could fix. She had made her bed and now she had to sleep in it. Lonely bed or no. Her mind without willing it thought back on the events of a month ago.

 

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As you can see, this is a fantasy romance. Sweet and fun to write even.  I plan on adding at least one more tale to the ones all ready in this group before I release the collection.  Here is an excerpt from Singer of the Blood Song:

 

Sitting in the quiet darkness, her eyes just a dark pool watching him. Just him. Silently supporting his talent with her presence, one true fan of the new voice. She mouthed each word as he sang, as he spoke and she held her breath for the endless moment before the applause began. She drank in the pleasure that lit his face and smiled when his searching eyes found hers. Only two souls knew whom the songs were sung for, who inspired the words. And only two understood the pain and deep love those words called forth.

 

As the crowd cheered and the stage door Jills moved toward his perch on the stage, she moved back and deeper in the shadows. She didn’t watch the young lovelies press against him nor did she listen to the promises they made. The women tried to play the age-old game but none of them would be going home with him this night.

 

Only she would be.   She stepped out of the club and turned to walk around the side. Her car was parked in the back. Where he could slip out and not be followed by his new fans. They had done this many times. Playing the small clubs across the northeastern states had been both a joy and a learning experience for them both.

 

******

 

Ohanko sighed with relief as the doors shut behind him. He found the night’s performance had pulled more out of him than he expected. Looking about he smiled when he spotted the sleek, black car, idling just a few feet away.

 

He picked up his guitar and headed toward it. Inside he knew would be Kiele, his island flower. She was delicate and loving, she was always there, waiting for him. As he slid into the soft leather interior of their one luxury he rested his head back and smiled. “As always,” he leaned over and kissed her waiting lips.

 

She lifted her soft hand and gently caressed his tired face. “Tough night, wasn’t it?”

 

He nodded, his eyes closed. “They were cold, you saw how long it took for them to warm to the music. I don’t know what Rogers was thinking, booking me into that place.” He ran a hand through his shoulder length black hair and shivered a little with the chill of the late night air.

 

Noticing his chill, Kiele turned on the heat and pulled away from the club. “Me either. Those people were as dead inside as last Sunday’s pot roast. The place should be left to the wannabes and the sinking.”

 

Ohanko lifted just the corner of his mouth in a smile. “Well, maybe he thought he would give them a treat. A little excitement in their tired lives and it was only one night. I think I can take a night of energy draining listeners. Besides they really perked up near the end. I think the SONG got their blood moving.”

”You should not have to. You have paid your dues.” She paused for a moment as she negotiated around a truck that was double-parked. She darted a look out of the corner of her eyes at his face. “And you definitely don’t need those young things all over you.”

 

He repressed the smile that wanted to spring across his face. He had detected just the hint of jealousy in that comment. He knew she was nervous of the attention the younger women showed him. “Ah, but they are so full of juice,” he teased her.

 

”Juice?” She lifted one slender brow, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel.

He smiled then and trailed his fingers up the inside of her leg to the hem of the leather mini she had worn. “Yes juice. But that is all they are full of.” He trailed his fingers a little higher and she gasped. “I prefer my women filled with blood and passion,” he whispered.

 

”Stop that,” she mock growled and slapped at his hand before he could distract her more from her driving. He could feel her relaxing and he pulled back his fingers, after one more quick caress of her inner thigh.

 

”Let’s head home.”

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So if you like romance and fantasy mixed together, this collection will be for you for sure. Expect me to finish it up by Valentine’s day 2015 (I hope!) All depends on if I can get my modern writer’s head wrapped around my old writer’s head.

You too can have too many works in progress or oh wow, never knew i had done so much


Yup, I decided to try and organize all the folders and work that i have been doing. Two days later I know how many completed pieces I have, how many words i wrote and published, how many series i have, how far the collections have come and thanks to most of today, how many works in progress I have.

While I have published approximately 840K words so far, I have 394K of partially written stories sitting in the many folders I have.  That is 110 titles with 52 I haven’t put into a series yet. Never mind the few that I haven’t had time to take from the old html files or txt or wps files and translate. Yup that is a lot of tales waiting to be completed.

Now I have said before and I will continue to say, Keep everything you write. Be it a paragraph you jotted down to a full blow chapter you wrote but never got more of. The reason is you will go back to those files and go…hey this is a great start! Yup, I have done that. In the folders I have bits and pieces going back thirty years.  Yup I said thirty!

At the ripe age of fifty I am a lot more relaxed and I think, a lot better writer. Things that I could not express at eighteen I can now write fully and completely at fifty.

And for those of you who might be interested in what I have I can give you excerpts from things going all the way back. From terrible horrible OMG what were you thinking stories to more modern stories that I haven’t decided what to do with them. So here you go.

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Firstly…something horrible:

Battles Lost and Won

 

Through this land travel 3 young women. These women are far from ordinary. Besides having to learn to survive by themselves in the wilderness, these women were changed by the fallout caused by the blast.

The leader of the group is called Lara; she is the defender of the other two. She rides in the lead. She and her mount are armed for battle. On what can be seen beneath her cloak, we see a variety of weapons. On her body daggers are strapped to legs and arm. We also see a bullwhip and a strange looking revolver. On the right side of her saddle is a rifle and a jewel-hilted sword. On the other side, there is a longbow and its quiver of arrows. Her face cannot be seen because the hood of her cloak is pulled down low over her eyes. There is a long scar on her left thigh. She is basically a quiet person.

The middle rider is a young, cheerful person. Her name is Kari. She is the smallest of the group, and is looked after by the other two. She has long, thick flowing brown hair and flashing eyes. She is wearing a riding skirt and carries no weapons. She is in charge of cooking for the group; and in the winter teaches children. She holds the reins to the pack horse. This beast is carrying the party’s supplies; cooking and sleeping gear, but also books and instruments. These three hunt for books during the warm months so they can teach the village children.

The last rider’s name is Rael. She is a thief and sorceress, and the youngest of the group. Getting books and artifacts is her job. She is fair- haired and talented. She carries daggers and a crossbow. She also carries a bullwhip, and sometimes fights alongside Lara.

There is light chit-chat going on between Kari and Rael. Lara looks for a place to camp and watches the front for danger. At the same time, Rael keeps an eye on their rear.

“Rael, are you listening?” Rael returned her gaze to Kari.

“Of course; just checking our trail, can’t be too careful, you know.”

“I know. Sometimes I miss the simplicity of the old days.”

“Yah, but what can we do?”

“Lara, have you spotted a site yet?” asked Kari.

 

As you can see tenses all mixed up, past and present. Spelling, grammar, pacing, flow..all HORRIBLE.. and that is just the first page! Yes, I have learned so much over the years. Enough I think to save this horrible story even.

Next we have Thorns of the Rose Clan…something I was working on with a friend in the 90s:

 

Thorns of the Rose Clan

 

A dark feminine figure leapt nimbly from branch to branch in the lush forest, her quarry several meters ahead of her, she was known simply as Wisp. As she steadily closed the distance between herself and her prey she thought back to the events from earlier in the day.

 

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She knelt before the lord of her country. He was known by all as Kaneda. He hadn’t told her much about her mission but she understood that he wished for her to capture the Sprite of Wind, the others were being pursued as she was following her commandment. He had told her they were causing an imbalance in the world and it would be disastrous if not caught.

 

For some reason though he wanted them brought back unharmed, other than that information the Emperor had not told her anything else. She had heard from some of her contacts in the royal army that the sprite of Earth had been captured, but the cost was high. Afterwards was when she was called in by Kaneda, he told her that her unique abilities would make it much easier for a lone human to capture these dangerous fey. Overconfident after the Lord’s accolade of her prowess made her careless, she had aided in the capture of the sprite of fire but at the cost of some pain and a massive blow to her ego. Its tiny size lulled her into a false sense of victory and she figured it would pose very little threat. She used the illusions of the wind to hide her presence but the tiny creature saw her regardless of her family magic. It sent waves of flame after her and only by sheer luck had she avoided being permanently marred. She received a few harsh burns due to her mistake in judgment. Afterwards she swore she’d never misjudge an opponent by mere appearances again.

 

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She finally cornered the Sprite by the bank of a river, from what she had learned and from the period of study in the palace library and from folk lore and legend, the sprite didn’t have very powerful offensive spells and used illusionary and defensive spells. But none the less she refused to take any unnecessary chances, she was on the defensive the moment she got within its range.

 

She readied her staff and stood before the smaller being.

 

“I am Wisp, servant to his lordship Kaneda Makaze, surrender and I swear I shall do you no harm,” Her green eyes narrowed from behind her mask to make her seem a bit more menacing.

 

The sprite gave her a sad glance, as if she had no idea what was truly going on, its slim figure floating gently on some unseen breeze the silver toned wings glistening in the moonlight.

 

“My name is Tatsumaki, I understand you are seeking me but I have no intention of fighting with you or surrendering. Your Emperor has upset the balance by capturing my sister and brother. I cannot allow you to capture me as well.” The sprite said quietly as he landed on the bank, a soft glow enveloping him which steadily grew brighter forcing Wisp to narrow her eyes for fear of being blinded, she continued watching through hooded eyes as the light expanded briefly then subsided. There where the tiny creature of only moments before stood a young boy, he stared at her, his clothing flapping in the wind.

 

Wisp looked the boy over cautiously, his words were most likely a tool, the texts said he would be an excellent trickster.

 

Not so bad right? Could use a lot of polish to make a gem here though right? Then there is this excerpt from Life of Blades:

The market was busy. People coming and going. Sonya stood in front of the fruit sellers, checking out the merchandise. This market was an amazing concept. An entirely indoor market. The air and light inside was provided by magic. The giant fans in the ceiling were stupendous. As she wandered through the stalls she saw items for sale from as far away as the Stigar Sea. She saw silks from the east and oils from the deep south. Gems from the far north and exotic woods from the great forests.

But her wanderings had a purpose. She had been sent on a quest to find a missing brother. The last report from the near village was that Marcus had come to this market, called in on a healing mission. A young child had fallen from one of the upper galleries. He had been trained in special healing techniques and could probably save the child’s leg. He had arrived, according to the people here, but he had disappeared after dealing with the child.

The crowd was starting to thin out as Sonya stopped to buy a flagon of clear water. As she leaned against a nearby wall she noticed a disturbance coming her way. It seemed that she attracted the attention of someone. She sipped the water and eased one of her many blades into her sleeve. Being of the Blade kindred, she was always prepared for trouble. Many people wanted the secrets of her clan.

Down the aisle came one of the largest men she had ever seen. Flanked by his lieutenants, this could only be Lord Sharpfails. His was the sign on the message sending for Marcus. She had asked to see him when she first arrived here but had been put off. Now her danger sense was pinging loudly. There was no reason for the children that had been playing to break off and hide if this was just a normal walk through. Letting her hair cover her face, she look up from under her brows as the lord came toward her

He was a big man. Dressed in studded leather, even inside his domain. He carried himself like a man accustomed to being obeyed. He was flanked by two men dressed in matching black leather armor. He stopped in front Sonya and looked her up and down.

“Woman.” His voice was deep and rough. At one time he must have had a powerful voice but the slash scar she could just see was proof he had been sliced across the throat in the past. “Woman, why are you here?’

Taking a small drink from her flagon, Sonya was silent a moment before answering. “I’m looking for a friend.”

“Blades have no friends,” quipped the guard on the left.

“Hush, Neman.” Sharpfails’ voice cracked out at his man. “There are no other Blades in my lands, woman.”

Sonya continued to scan the men in front of her. They seemed anxious. Sharpfails especially. “A Blade was here just a few days ago. He was called in to care for an injured child. He was to have returned yesterday.”

Sharpfails face broke into a smile. “Yes, I know the Blade you mention. Scalpel Marcus left here three days ago. He was finished with his duties and continued on.” As he spoke his brushed a hand against something and it caught her eye. Hanging from Sharpfails’ belt was a special leather case. She knew that there was no other like it in the outer lands. It was a Scalpel’s blade kit. A surgeon’s tools would be inside. No Scalpel would surrender his kit willingly.

Pushing off the wall, Sonja stood ready. “Interesting case you have there, My Lord. Mind if I examine it?”

Sharpfails’ face became crafty as he looked down at the mentioned case. “What this old thing? Be my guest, Blade.” He pulled it off his belt and handed it to the much smaller woman before him.

Sonya carefully took the case and eased the zipper open. Inside there were the special blades that only those of her family’s medical teams carried on the entire face of Panmeno. She closed her eyes for a moment and sent out a tendril. This was Marcus’s case. It held his signature. She opened her eyes and closed the case. “So, my lord, where is the owner now?”

“I have no idea what you are babbling about woman. I have had that case for years.” He reached for the kit but she put it into her own kit bag.

“Lord Sharpfails, we should continue this conversation somewhere else.”

He laughed, long and loud. “Why, woman? What could you have to say to me that can’t be said here, in front of my people?”

Sonya grimaced. He was in his full power here. It was too open for her liking. If she had been of the Sword kind or the Scythe kindred she would have felt more comfortable here. But she was of the Daggerkin. Her kind normally worked in the dark and secret ways. “I would talk to you of the where abouts of the owner of the case, Lord. He needs to be returned to his family.”

“I told him, three days ago, that I had no intention of allowing a Blade to wander my lands. He disagreed with me.” He buffed his nails on his armor. “I had my men explain my wishes to him.” The look in the eyes of the man Neman told her all she needed to know. Marcus had never left this building. What she needed to know was if he was still alive and worth a rescue. Or if vengeance was called for.

“Scalpel Marcus is needed back in home. If you could have your men tell me where he is, we will leave your lands.” Sonya knew that Marcus no longer lived but she needed to have these animals admit his death before she could do anything. There were restrictions on her actions. Codes of honor that no outsider would understand but that she would adhere to until her own death.

“The woman seems very dense, my lord.”

Sharpfails’ smiled. “She isn’t dense, Decur, she needs an answer. So give it to her.”

The second man looked at his lord and then down at the much smaller woman. “Your friend is feeding the worms.”

 

Again not too bad. These three are fantasies that I have on hold while I decide where to put them, if they should be novels or novellas. I have tales in fantasy, science fiction, urban fantasy and more.  They are all waiting to strike me and say FINISH ME…You never know what you might find in your old files and what they may become.

Somedays you just blast through endings


Yesterday was a shock for me.  I needed to finish a story for the Secrets anthology from my FB Authors Choice group and I was all worried I would not get it done by today.  I should not have been.  I finished up not one, not two but THREE!  That was a shock to me really.  Now I admit that two of the three were only 4 pages a piece but as writers of short stories know that at times writing those super short stories can be hard.  Getting them just right is the hard part.  I want the words to be just right, to have the images come across the way they need to and I think that yesterday was just a bit of a wave of right.

I finished up the secrets story, And Darkness Claims it all and that one turned out a bit vamperic which was not really the idea in the beginning.  Then I moved on to The Pest House, which is a Death Walks Through short that comes from a photo I found on the Nashua, NH FB group.  There are a ton of really amazing old photos of things from Nashua’s history on there and the idea of a Pest House or the earliest form of City hospital way back when hit me between the eyes.  Told from the point of view of a child I think it has a punch.

Finally another short short this time for my new Mythis of Love series.  This one is called Now and Forever and yes it was inspired by listening to a bunch of Richard Marx songs.  I put in bits as they hit me.  This is another dark tale without the HEA that is expected romance tales.  I hope I can pull out some happy endings soon.  Between this one and Blackbird I have two not so happy endings.

Now today I hope to work on and maybe finish Singer of the Blood song.  I have an idea where i want it to go but the problem is my mind keeps going to another tale i have started, Flame Haired Vixen.  A fun little bit that i hope to put in some shape changing foxes.  Yup foxes.  Yes I love foxes and I love kitsune and other faerie tale foxes.  There are times I think I should take down the free tale, A Bargain made with Fur and sell it but no i am going to keep it as a freebie.

Now the other tale i have open on my computer to look at and maybe work on is Down the Rabbit Hole.  It is a fun tale but I am not sure where it is going to go.  At the moment I have eight pages of what could be a lot longer tale.  I can hope it will turn into something good.  I plan on it being part of the Worlds Apart series.

Another new release!


Okay i know it seems like I say that a lot but things come out in batches.  The most recent anthology from one of my facebook groups is up and ready.  I submitted one of my Death Walks Through short stories to this one.  I don’t plan on releasing it separately so it is either get this wonderful collection or wait till I do the collection of the Death stories.

This book has stories, excerpts and drabbles from 11 different authors writing in different genres and styles.  We plan on a series of books like my other groups have done.  Oh my I just realized I am supposed to finish up that story all ready!  Ack! oh well just I wont be in the second book.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E83OMF4

 

The story I put in this one is I Just Can’t Love You Anymore.   Inspired by one of the songs on my IPOD.  As I have said before music is a major inspiration for me.  I will hear a snatch of a song and come up with a story quickly.    Never mind I should be finishing up another story for the Secrets anthology.  I have been both too busy and too lazy this month!

Well time to dig into the tales I have stored.  There is a fun one that could be a vampire tale or maybe not.  Never know with the tales i write.  The tentative titles are And the Darkness Claims It All (for the secrets anthology), Now and Forever for my new Myths of Love series, Man’s Roads for a yet unnamed horror style series…so much work

 

Reviews, released and reworking


Yup another post by me.  Today I was happy to receive a five star review on Guardians.  Here it is, (actual both reviews!)

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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Fabulous adventure July 13, 2013
Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase
I love this series of stories. Harry Lionsey is the Guardian of the city of Nashua. He is a man of honor, with abilities that help him with his tasks. He reminds me of the old-fashioned PI (private investigator) only magical.

I highly recommend this series by Lisa Williamson a talented author and I hope to see many more adventures of Harry in the near future.

I have said this about other books I have read, but this would make a truly gripping TV series with the wonderful visuals.

2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars brilliant July 27, 2013
Format:Kindle Edition
At last a collection of wonderful stories from a brilliant author of fantasy. Lisa Williamson has a talent that should be recognised, her stories leave you wondering if she knows something that we don’t. This collection contains something for everyone and should not be missed. Highly recommended, well done Ms Williamson.

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I am glad people are enjoying Harry’s tales.  as for the release part of the header I decided to release my most recent ghost story even if it is a slow month.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E6XPEXU

Now for the reworking or as it is more commonly known…editing.  Yeah I do this all the time.  Sometimes you release half way into the next segment that you didn’t quite get that last part right  Many authors just steam roll ahead and go back later to fix the mistakes but that drives me a bit batty.  So today I will be fixing little continuity issues I feel that Blood song has.  That should keep me out of trouble for an hour or five right?