Monday, May 9, 2016

Away for May

Hello, all,

It’s that time of year again where I take a little break. Kit ‘N Kabookle will be on vacation for the rest of May. But no worries, we’ll be back bright and early on June 1 with more books.

Communication may also be spotty for the rest of the month. So please bear with me, and I’ll respond at my earliest opportunity.

Enjoy your month!

Best,
Mary

Thursday, May 5, 2016

ON THE SLOPES by Bridie Hall

ON THE SLOPES
by Bridie Hall

Snowboarding means everything to Charlise, but she hasn’t met Sam Miller yet.

Charlise is a snowboarder with a promising career ahead of her. Despite the fact that her father hates her risking her life on the slopes that had taken the life of Charlise’s mother she is determined not to give up her career the way her mother did when she fell pregnant. Charlise wants to win medals, lots of them.

The last distraction Charlise needs is the American freestyle champion, Sam Miller, who utterly enthrals her with his wit and friendliness. Refusing to risk her career for a relationship, Charlise returns home for Christmas, determined to sort things out with her father. But the holidays culminate in an epic fight, and with a repeat of the painful breakup with Sam. However, new discoveries from her family’s past might change Charlise’s mind about Sam …

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ABOUT BRIDIE
Bridie Hall writes young adult and new adult contemporary stories. She sold her first story at fourteen. Since then, she has written dozens more, translated books, studied writing, and started writing novels. Her days revolve around stories and words, her sleepless nights involve plotting and inventing fascinating new characters.

Find her online:

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-Twitter @BridieHall13

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

RESOLUTION by Andrew Joyce

RESOLUTION: HUCK FINN’S GREATEST ADVENTURE
by Andrew Joyce

It is 1896 in the Yukon Territory, Canada. The largest gold strike in the annals of human history has just been made; however, word of the discovery will not reach the outside world for another year.

By happenstance, a fifty-nine-year-old Huck Finn and his lady friend, Molly Lee, are on hand, but they are not interested in gold. They have come to that neck of the woods seeking adventure.

Someone should have warned them, “Be careful what you wish for.”

When disaster strikes, they volunteer to save the day by making an arduous six hundred mile journey by dog sled in the depths of a Yukon winter. They race against time, nature, and man. With the temperature hovering around seventy degrees below zero, they must fight every day if they are to live to see the next.

On the frozen trail, they are put upon by murderers, hungry wolves, and hostile Indians, but those adversaries have nothing over the weather. At seventy below, your spit freezes a foot from your face. Your cheeks burn—your skin turns purple and black as it dies from the cold. You are in constant danger of losing fingers and toes to frostbite.

It is into this world that Huck and Molly race. They cannot stop. They cannot turn back. They can only go on. Lives hang in the balance—including theirs.

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SOME WORDS FROM ANDREW
My name is Andrew Joyce and I write books for a living. Mary has been kind enough to allow me a little space on her blog to promote my new novel RESOLUTION: Huck Finn’s Greatest Adventure. I think it’s a good book, but what do I know? Anyway, I’m kinda shy about tooting my own horn. So I think I’ll turn things over to my dog, Danny the Dog. He always has a bad attitude and usually does not speak highly of me. But please understand that we co-exist as the old Soviet Union and the United States co-existed. We tolerate each other. So without further ado, here’s Danny.

Andrew took me away from one of my favorite pastimes—barking at dogs that have the temerity to walk down my street—to help him out here. For a person that works with words for a living, he has very little to say in real life. He wants me to tout his book for him, but I don’t think I will. Instead, I think I’ll tell you about my latest adventure. I’m always having adventures, and I like to write about them. And what I write about is usually 100% true. For those of you who are for the first time being graced by my literary genius, I am Danny, dog extraordinaire. My fans know me as Danny the Dog and I live on a boat with my human, Andrew. Now it’s time for another one of my fur-raising adventures and in this one I shine. I am the hero.

It was a dark and stormy night (not really). Andrew was fast asleep in our boat. I was on the dock patrolling the perimeter. When I’m on guard duty, I am always vigilant and on my toes.

They came out of the darkness. There were at least thirty of ’em, and they were all armed to the teeth. But they didn’t scare me, no sir! I stood up to them, and for every blow I took, I bit three. And when the fur stopped flying, there were bodies strewn everywhere. And those not lying on the dock were in full retreat.

Okay . . . okay already! Andrew is giving me the evil eye. He’s always telling me that I can’t tell lies when relating one of my adventures. Well, he said barefaced lies. Whatever!

I reckon I’ll listen to him this one time and tell you what really happened. But I’m still the hero.

It was around midnight, I was asleep and dreaming of hotdogs. (It was a good dream. In it, I was running through a field of hotdogs and eating every one of them.) Then I heard a noise and sat up. There was some guy walking right up to our boat just as fancy as you please. Well, I wasn’t going to take that, so I barked at him. He did a U-turn and made a hasty departure. And that was the end of it.

You know . . . I wish Andrew would stick to his own story-telling and let me do mine. It sounded a whole lot better when I defeated thirty killers.

That’s about it for now. If I hurry home, I might just be able to make it in time to catch the neighborhood dogs taking their humans for their evening walk. That’s always good for some first-rate barking.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot—go out and buy Andrew’s new book. It’ll make the old guy happy.

~~~

This is Andrew again. On behalf of Danny and myself, I would like to thank Mary for having us over. It’s been a real pleasure.

ABOUT ANDREW

Andrew Joyce left high school at seventeen to hitchhike throughout the US, Canada and Mexico. He wouldn’t return from his journey until decades later when he decided to become a writer. Joyce has written three books, and a collection of almost one hundred forty short stories that is comprised of his hitching adventures, written as veiled non-fiction called BEDTIME STORIES FOR GROWN-UPS, and his latest novel, MOLLY LEE. He now lives aboard a boat in Fort Lauderdale, Florida with his dog, Danny.

Visit his website, and follow him on Twitter @huckfinn76.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

KEY OF MYSTERY by K. H. Mezek

KEY OF MYSTERY (Night Angel Chronicles, #1)
by K. H. Mezek

“Be careful who you love, it just might kill you.”

When Sera’s father is killed in a horrific accident, all he leaves behind is a mysterious key. Sera places the key on a chain around her neck and vows to avenge her father. Strange characters arrive in town including the otherworldly Night Angels, who claim to be sent for her protection.

Sera falls hard for one of them—exotic, arrogant Peter. But what if his promise of love is only a ruse to gain access to the key? As Sera’s connection to the key grows, so do her supernatural powers. Guided by clues left by her father, Sera searches for the hidden chamber beneath the city, hoping to save what lies within before the sinister mayor and his deadly followers drown humanity in a bloodbath.

EXCERPT
Two white feet came to stand next to my head, just inches from my eyes. Toenails, long and sharp as daggers, gripped the dirt, curling in and out, digging into the ground. Then, one foot lifted and came to rest on my shoulder, the nails scraping the length of my arm, making a bloody trail.

“We meet again, Sera,” said a voice from above.

I couldn’t move my head to look up, didn’t want to. I knew who it was. The ancient denizen who sought to possess me.

Gore bent down, his breath so cold that the blood from my wounds froze on my cheeks. “I want to save you, Sera,” he said, softly and reasonably. “And your brother. Give me the key. It is all you must do. Here, in my hand.” His own extended toward me, palm open, paper white.

“No.” I gasped weakly, and with great effort closed my fingers around the key.

“You're not a hero, Sera. You're just an ordinary girl with a promising life ahead of you. You don’t want to die like this, throwing it all away for a silly key. You want to go home, don’t you? I can make everything as it was before. I promise I can. And I keep my promises.”

“Bring back my dad?” I whispered.

“Yes! Everything as it was before.”

Could it be true? How wonderful!

But somewhere in a distant corner of my mind, doubt fluttered just like those butterflies. I grabbed at the thought. Everything as it was before? Did I want that?

Before my dad’s death and the move to Cliffside, I had known only lies. I hadn’t seen the truth about myself, my family, or my friends. But here on the ground, covered in blood and dirt, and most likely dying, I knew I didn’t want to go back there. I wanted to stay with the truth. The truth hurt like hell, but it was better than being numbed by ignorance.

“No.” I think I said it out loud, but it sounded more like a gurgle. I tried harder. “Never give you the key.” I gasped. “Never.”

Gore howled like he had on the plateau, and the nail raked across my face, penetrating deep into my skin. He reached down and licked the blood with his long snake tongue, a poison so painful seeping into my flesh that I almost passed out again.

When he spoke next, his tone was venomous, each syllable biting as if they were his teeth. “You will give it to me now. Or else your brother will end up like this.” He grabbed one of the undead and pulled the grotesque, dead-eyed face down next to mine. Then, he tossed it away like a stick.

This was the end, then. Gore had won. I had to at least try to save my brother, even if Gore's promises were lies. With unbearable effort, I reached up and tried to undo the chain. I couldn’t. I tried to pull it up over my head but somehow, it became tangled in my torn clothes. I was too weak and the problem of removing the key from around my neck overwhelmingly impossible.

“Come, little bitch, quickly.” Gore’s fingers dangled in front of my face, as if itching to undo the chain for me. But he was powerless to do so.

A growing uneasiness rippled through the undead standing in a circle behind him. Low moans rose from cavernous mouths. Any second now, surely Gore would unleash the hoard upon my brother to devour him. Why, oh why, couldn’t I undo the chain?

I grabbed the key and pulled with all my remaining strength, whispering, “I want this. I want to give him the key. I do.”

Incredibly, I felt the clasp of the chain come undone.

A howl of triumph rose from Gore’s lips. Answering howls filled the night air, echoing all around the moonlit park. Gore reached greedily for the key. I tried with all my might to hold it up to him, but it was so heavy. Just as I succeeded in raising my hand almost to his, a dagger of light fell from the sky, landing beside me in an explosion that shook the earth. I couldn’t see who it was, but I knew.

Peter, the Night Angel...

~Buy KEY OF MYSTERY:

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-Evernight Teen

ABOUT K. H.

My name is Karen Hunt, aka KH Mezek. My YA Urban Fantasy novel, Key of Mystery, #1 in the NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES, was published in February 2016 with Evernight Teen. Hurray! I have nineteen children's books published, most of which I also illustrated. I am the co-founder of InsideOUT Writers, a creative writing program for incarcerated youth, and the founder of My World Project, connecting children in remote areas around the world. So far, we have connected kids in Amazonian Ecuador, the Sahara Desert in Morocco and the Hoopa Reservation in Northern California. My essay 'Reflections from Istanbul,' an excerpt from my childhood memoir INTO THE WORLD, won the 2015 New Millennium Writings Nonfiction Award. My essay 'Why I Choose to Remember My 50th Blood-Bath of a Birthday Instead of Trying to Forget It' was an editor's pick in the 2015 Pooled Ink journal. I've lived in England, France, Switzerland and Slovenia.

I love nothing more than hopping on a plane and going someplace far away from Los Angeles. One of my favorites is Istanbul! If I'm not traveling to exotic locales and having adventures, you can find me teaching boxing, kick-boxing and self-defense in a boxing gym. I am a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do and have trained extensively in Eskrima and Okinawan weapons and boxing and kickboxing.

Find her online:

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-book website
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-Twitter @karenalainehunt

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

SCORPIO'S KISS by M. C. Domovitch

SCORPIO’S KISS
By M. C. Domovitch

Scorpio's Kiss is set in New York and Paris amid the glamorous and competitive worlds of art and real estate, Scorpio's Kiss takes the reader from the late 1940s to the 1970s through the tumultuous lives of its heroes. There is Alex Ivanov, the son of a Russian immigrant and part-time prostitute. He yearns to escape his sordid life and achieve fame and fortune. His dreams of becoming a world-class builder are met with countless obstacles, yet he perseveres in the hope of someday receiving the recognition he craves. Half a world away, Brigitte Dartois is an abused teenager who runs into the arms of a benefactor with an agenda all his own. When she finds out that her boss has an ulterior motive, she flees again, determined to earn her living through her art. This career brings her fame, but also the unwanted attention of her early abuser. M C Domovitch's debut novels are compelling tales filled with finely etched characters and a superb understanding of the power of ambition. Scorpio's Kiss promises to resonate with all who once had a dream.

(This was originally published as Scorpio Rising and The Sting of the Scorpio.)

EXCERPT

Chapter 1

1948

The days were getting shorter. The boy looked up in surprise at the sky, which had suddenly grown dark. He pulled his worn sweater tight against the October chill, blew warm breath into his cupped hands and hurried on. The newspaper bag strung across his shoulders was almost empty. He no longer had to put it down at every street corner to massage his sore back. He was almost home.

Alexander Ivanov lived at the end of the world. To the twelve-year-old, that was exactly what Brooklyn was; the end of the world. Maybe because the one time he had been to the city, what he called Manhattan, it had taken forever on the subway.

Alex hated living in Brooklyn, and never more so than when his mother talked about her youth in Leningrad with tears running down her face. She would revert to Russian, which he didn’t understand, but the passion in her eyes spoke more volubly of the beauty of her old country than words could convey.

Every day on his way back from school, weighed down by the load of newspapers, he passed the same dusty old stores, their signs barely legible from the peeling paint; the same ratty tenement buildings in which people suffocated in the summer and shivered in the winter; the same old women in their ritual wigs and shapeless dresses, vacant and blank expressions of hopelessness etched on their faces. Hopeless, that was how he sometimes felt; and then he would remember Manhattan and feel better. If there was one thing Alex wished for, it was to live in Manhattan. He yearned for Manhattan the way his mother pined for her old country.

Alex walked along Main Street, where pickles marinated in barrels, salamis swung from hooks, and sausages dried in their cotton bags. He was oblivious to the sights and smells around him. One by one, he took the papers from his bag, and with a quick, experienced motion, he threw them. His aim was almost perfect.

Tomorrow was collection day. He would stop at each house along his route and wait while his clients went to get their money. After making change, he would thank each one of them politely even though most never bothered to leave him a tip. His work would take him more than twice as long as on normal delivery days. Still, he looked forward to it. Collection day was when he could go home, count out his profits and decide how much of the money he could save. This week, if all went well, he might reach the fifty-dollar mark in his bank account. Fifty dollars! It was a fortune.

He reached into his bag, pulled out the last newspaper and aimed it with unerring precision at the Kodesky’s front porch. At that moment the door swung open and old man Kodesky stepped out. The paper flew through the air like a projectile and landed with a thud in the startled man’s well-padded stomach.

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ABOUT M. C.

Monique was born in the small town of Hearst Ontario, the oldest of ten children. “You can’t imagine the pressure,” she says, laughing. “Anything I did wrong—and I did plenty—was sure to lead my siblings into a life of sin. I therefore accept the blame for any wrongdoings by all member of my family.”

When she was twenty years old she moved to Montreal, where she became a successful model, winning the prestigious Modeling Association of American Contest and continuing on to an international career. During this time, she worked with many top photographers and graced many designer runways. “Modeling was a wonderful career,” she says. “I met so many interesting and talented people. I travelled all over the world. After ten years of facing cameras and audiences, I became very comfortable with the public. I had no idea at the time, just how much this ability would serve me later in life.”

When Monique retired from modeling, she founded Beauties Modeling Agency in Montreal. Through her tutelage, many Canadian models gained international renown. “I wanted to accept my age rather than try desperately to look young for an unforgiving camera. That was the main reason I retired from modeling when I was still young.”

Later, she became a financial adviser and planner, and soon found herself hosting her own national television show about personal finance. After four years on the air, the series ended and Monique soon retired from her financial career, remarried and embarked on her new career in writing. Her success was almost instant. She was singed on by an agent within months of finishing her first novel and soon signed two contracts for a total of six books. She is now hard at work on her ninth, due out in winter of 2015.

Find her online:

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-Twitter @Moniquedomovitc
-Goodreads
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Sunday, April 24, 2016

THE FULFILLMENT SERIES by Erin Rhew

Today, I'm joined by one half of the Rhewination: Erin Rhew. For those that don't know, Erin is a young adult fantasy author who is married to adult thriller author, Deek Rhew. Together, they are "the Rhews," and their street team is the Rhewination!

Deek and Erin-- Join the Rhewination! ;) 

Last week, Deek went on blog tour to celebrate the release of his latest book, 122 Rules. And this week, Erin is on tour to promote her fantasy trilogy, The Fulfillment Series! PS. There's a giveaway--a $50 Amazon gift card!!

So, here's a little bit more about Erin, Deek, and The Fulfillment Series:

The Prophecy (Fulfillment Series Book 1)


Title: The Prophecy
Author: Erin Rhew
Publisher: BookFish Books
Cover Design: Anita at Race-Point
Available Now! Amazon Buy Link 

Synopsis: 

Growing up on a small farm in the kingdom of Vanguard, seventeen-year-old Layla Givens lives a deceptively tranquil existence. But her carefully constructed life quickly falls apart when she's abducted by a religious zealot who proclaims her The Fulfillment of an ancient peace prophecy and whisks her away to marry her greatest enemy.

Wilhelm, Prince of the Ethereals, is reluctant to meet his new bride. He's grown up believing Vanguards are evil, an enemy to fight and fear...not love. Can he set aside his prejudices and work alongside Layla to bring lasting peace after centuries of war? 

Nash, a loner who has never fit in, carries a huge secret, one big enough to destroy both kingdoms. When he accidently meets Layla, he's no longer content to live in the shadows, but he must resist his growing attraction--for her safety and for the longevity of the two kingdoms. 

When Nash's secret is revealed, a firestorm sweeps through both realms, with Layla at the center. Now she must choose between duty and desire while the fate of two nations hangs in the balance.


The Outlanders (Fulfillment Series Book 2) 


Title: The Outlanders
Author: Erin Rhew
Publisher: BookFish Books
Cover Design: Anita at Race-Point
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The Fulfillment (Fulfillment Series Book 3)



Title: The Fulfillment
Author: Erin Rhew
Publisher: BookFish Books
Cover Design: Anita at Race-Point
Available Now! Amazon Buy Link 

About Erin Rhew

Erin Rhew


Erin Rhew is an editor, a running coach, and the author of The Fulfillment Series. Since she picked up Morris the Moose Goes to School at age four, she has been infatuated with the written
word. She went on to work as a grammar and writing tutor in college and is still teased by her family and friends for being a member of the "Grammar Police."

A Southern girl by blood and birth, Erin now lives in a rainy pocket of the Pacific Northwest with the amazingly talented (and totally handsome) writer Deek Rhew and their “overly fluffy,” patient-as-a-saint writing assistant, a tabby cat named Trinity. She and Deek enjoy reading aloud to one another, running, lifting, boxing, eating chocolate, and writing side-by- side.



Connect with Erin Online!



For the latest and greatest, visit her web page:


About Deek Rhew


Deek Rhew
Deek lives in a rainy pocket in the Pacific Northwest with the stunning YA author bride, Erin Rhew, and their writing assistant, a fat tabby named Trinity. They enjoy lingering in the mornings, and often late into the night, caught up Erin’s fantastic fantasy worlds of noble princes and knights and entwined in Deek’s dark underworld of the FBI and drug lords.

He and Erin love to share books by reading aloud to one another. In addition, they enjoy spending time with friends, running, boxing, lifting weights, and exploring the little town--with antique shops and bakeries--they call home.


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Random Fun With Deek and Erin

Always laughing together

Celebrating their anniversary in style! ;) 

Enjoying every moment!

Their cat and literary assistant, Trinity--leader of Rhewination!

Sharing every secret and every facet of life with each other! 

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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

EOLYN by Karin Rita Gastreich

EOLYN
by Karin Rita Gastreich

In a land ravaged by civil war, the Mage King Kedehen initiates a ruthless purge of the magas. Eolyn, last daughter of the magas and sole heiress to their forbidden craft, seeks refuge in the South Woods.

When she meets the mysterious Akmael, heir to the throne of this violent realm, she embarks on a path of hope, seduction, betrayal, and war. Desire draws Eolyn toward Akmael’s dark embrace, but fate binds her to Corey of East Selen, a cunning mage whose ambition challenges the limits of love and loyalty.

Can she trust either man?

Hunted in a realm of powerful wizards and brutal deceptions, Eolyn must find her own path to freedom or she will burn on the pyre.

"Vigorously told deceptions and battle scenes, with a romantic thread." -Publishers Weekly

EXCERPT

A Nest of Vipers

Mage Corey closed the distance between them. His magic spread in a hush through fallen leaves, surrounding Eolyn, cutting off all retreat, and daring her to defend herself with a counter spell. He stopped just in front of her, his face a breath away.

“Sometimes I like to imagine you and I live in a world where we do not feel compelled to keep secrets from each other,” he murmured.

Eolyn’s throat went dry.

“Indulge me in this fantasy and tell me: Why do you desire to go to the King’s City?”

Eolyn willed her eyes to remain steady on his. “It is a child’s wish. I had a friend growing up. I believe he lives there. I wish to find him. That is all.”

Mage Corey studied her a moment. Then he stepped away and continued his walk. The autumn earth released Eolyn’s feet. She quickened her pace to catch up with him.

“A friend,” Corey asked, his voice a mask of idle curiosity, “or a lover?”

“A friend. We were only children when we knew each other.”

“I see. I am sorry, Eolyn, but I cannot take you to the city, not because I object to you finding your friend, but because I am averse to leading fawns into nests of vipers. Still…” Corey stopped, his expression thoughtful. “I know many people in the city. If you give me the name of this friend of yours, perhaps I could...”

Eolyn’s expression put a stop to his words.

“I see I am pressing too hard. Very well, Eolyn. We have had a fair exchange: one truth for one truth.” Touching Eolyn’s chin, Corey brought her gaze back to his. “Perhaps we can continue down this path when I return.”

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AN INTERVIEW WITH KARIN
-What inspired you to become a writer?

I write to keep sane. Seriously. If I go for too long without writing, I start to get restless and irritable. The same way coffee drinkers get when they go too long without coffee. So more than inspired, I guess I’m kind of addicted. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been writing stories, even though I only started publishing recently. And sometimes I resent publishing because it takes time away from real writing.

-If you could visit your book’s world for a day, what one thing would you do?

I’d go to the South Woods, the vast expanse of forest that was Eolyn’s home and refuge during her childhood. I’d love to hike and camp there. Maybe I’d see some of Eolyn’s friends, like Lynx and Wolf. With a little luck, perhaps I’d meet the Guendes and discover Ghemena’s hidden cottage.

-Give us a fun or interesting fact you learned researching this book.

A lot of pre-research went into writing Eolyn. What I mean is, rather than starting Eolyn and then doing the research, I read many things about medieval times, medieval women, witchcraft, and shamanistic approaches to magic long before Eolyn became a cohesive idea in my head. Eventually, ideas inspired by these readings coalesced around the story of a solitary witch in world hostile to women practitioners.

One fun and interesting fact I’ve learned about medieval women along the way is that many of them wielded great power without ever picking up a sword or charging into battle. This idea fascinates me and has shaped many of the women characters in my novels, including Eolyn, who seek to defend their way of life without becoming warriors.

-Which of your characters would you go out for drinks with?

Oh, all of them. Except maybe Tzeremond, who leads the purges against women practitioners. I’d also avoid Tzeremond’s prodigy, the Mage King Kedehen. Not because I wouldn’t be curious to speak with them, but because they’d probably throw me on the pyre before the night was finished.

I’d love to spend an evening with Corey’s Circle, the troupe of travelling musicians and performers that Eolyn joins soon after she returns from exile. The Circle throws some great parties. I’d probably spend most of my evening dancing, drinking, and chatting with Mage Corey. What can I say? I’ve got the biggest crush on him, even though his loyalties are constantly in question. Is he a spy of Tzeremond, or an ally of the persecuted magas? Only time will tell…

What do you enjoy reading in your free time?

Everything. I’m particularly fond of history and historical fiction. I also enjoy fantasy and science fiction. But really, almost any book with great characters and an intriguing story appeals to me, regardless of the genre.

-Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

I think I’d have a hard time with any genre that demands graphic violence. There are elements of horror in my own stories, and there’s also violence, because that’s the nature of medieval society. But I’m not a fan of gratuitous violence. I don’t like to watch it, read about it, or write it.

The second book in The Silver Web, entitled The Sword of Shadows, is much darker than Eolyn. There is more violence and some truly malevolent characters. I don’t consider any of this gratuitous; The Sword of Shadows is immersed in war, and war is drenched in violence. I had to be honest about that in my writing. So there was no getting around some of the scenes, but still. They were hard to write.

While I include elements of horror in my stories, to write something that is graphically violent from beginning to end would be too much for my sensibilities. Make love, not war. That’s what I always like to say.

ABOUT KARIN

Karin Rita Gastreich writes stories of ordinary women and the extraordinary paths they choose. She lives in Kansas City, Missouri, where she is part of the biology faculty at Avila University. An ecologist by vocation, Karin has wandered forests and wildlands for over twenty years. Her past times include camping, hiking, music, and flamenco dance. In addition to The Silver Web trilogy, Karin has published short stories in World Jumping, Zahir, Adventures for the Average Woman, and 69 Flavors of Paranoia. She is a recipient of the Spring 2011 Andrews Forest Writer’s Residency.

Find her online:

-website
-Facebook
-Twitter @EolynChronicles

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