Tuesday, July 25, 2017

THE END OF ORDINARY by Edward Ashton

THE END OF ORDINARY
by Edward Ashton

Drew Bergen is an Engineer. He builds living things, one gene at a time. He's also kind of a doofus. Six years after the Stupid War -- a bloody, inconclusive clash between the Engineered and the UnAltered -- that's a dangerous combination. Hannah is Drew's greatest project, modified in utero to be just a bit better at running than most humans. She’s also his daughter. Her plan for high school is simple: lay low and run fast. Unfortunately for Hannah, her cross-country team has other plans.

Jordan is just an ordinary Homo-Sap. But don’t let that fool you -- he’s also one of the richest kids at Briarwood, and even though there isn’t a single part of him that’s been engineered, someone has it out for him.

Drew thinks he’s working to develop a spiffy new strain of corn, but Hannah and her classmates disagree. They think he's cooking up the end of the world. When one of Drew's team members disappears, he begins to suspect that they might be right. Soon they're all in far over their heads, with corporate goons and government operatives hunting them, and millions of lives in the balance.

EXCERPT
“So,” I said when I’d picked the last bit of rind out of my teeth. “What now?”

Nathan shrugged.

“Wait for death, I guess.”

“Huh,” I said. “I see where you’re going with that, but I was actually hoping you’d have some kind of last-minute escape plan to present now.”

“Escape plan?”

“Yeah. If this were a vid, this is where you’d suggest a super-complicated scheme to get out of here. I’d say ‘that’s crazy!’ and you’d say ‘do we have a choice?’ and then we’d do it and it would work somehow and you would totally be my hero.”

He stared at me, downed the last of his bathtub water, and stared at me some more.

“So,” I said finally. “Do you, uh… have a plan?”

“No,” he said. “Unless ‘wait for death’ counts as a plan, I do not have one.”

“Huh.”

I looked down at the lantern, and found myself wondering if the battery would give out before we did. A shiver ran from the base of my spine to the back of my neck and down again.

“Hannah?” Nathan said. “Are you, uh…”

I groaned.

“Am I what, Nathan?”

“Are you really gonna eat me?”

I stared at him.

“Seriously?”

He looked away.

“Well, yeah. I don’t mean now. Just… you know… eventually?”

I dropped my head into my hands.

“No, Nathan. I am not going to eat you.”

“Are you sure? I mean, you might have to, right?”

I stood up, and picked up the lantern.

“You are an odd duck, Nathan. I’m going for a run.”

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

I’ve always loved telling stories. I grew up in West Virginia, which is kind of an exotic place to the folks where I live now. At parties or nights out or even dinners with clients, I spend a lot of time talking about meeting the blue people at Hawk’s Nest, or Oatmeal, Fairmont’s only homeless guy, or the time I almost got shot for rolling old tires down the hill at the highway. I’ve also always been interested in trying to figure out where all the stupid in the world is eventually going to lead us. Put those two things together, and it’s not a big jump to writing speculative fiction.



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

Hmmm… The characters in The End of Ordinary are mostly genetically modified, and the protagonist is a genetic engineer, so I’d probably take advantage of that to pick up a genetically engineered pet. My current best pal is a mopey dopey dog named Max. He’s great and all, but I can definitely see some ways that he could be improved. For example, it would make it much easier on me if he could talk. That way I’d know if he was scooting his butt on the carpet because he’s got parasites, or just because he wants to challenge me to a butt-scooting race.



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

Here are some things that I did not previously know about heat stroke: 1.

Heat stroke can occur in otherwise healthy athletes who are exercising in hot weather. 2.
Heat stroke can be brought on by a lack of hydration, lack of training, and the use of alcohol or caffeine. 3.
The first symptoms of oncoming heat stroke are cramping and profuse sweating, but in later stages the victim will stop sweating, may become confused, and often feels cold rather than hot. 4.
Left untreated, heat stroke can lead to kidney damage, brain damage, and death. 5.
If someone you are with begins showing symptoms of heat stroke, people will judge you harshly if you abandon that person in the woods.


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


I’m not sure about drinks or pizza, because this character doesn’t actually have a body most of the time, and when he does it’s generally a rotting, re-animated cyborg corpse, but I’d definitely want to hang out with Inchy. He’s an A.I. who enjoys long walks on the beach, classic films (Weekend at Bernie’s is a particular favorite) and re-animating cyborg corpses with friends. He’s handy to have around if you need to break into a secure server or avoid government surveillance, and he has a great (if sometimes cruel) sense of humor. Also, he pretty much saves the world in one of my other books. So, there’s that.

-You’re in a tavern, and a dwarf challenges you to a duel. What do you do?


Well, if I’m correct in assuming that this is a Tolkein-esqe dwarf (metal hat, crazy forked beard, big-ass hammer) I think I’d probably take advantage of the fact that he has stubby little legs and I do not, and run like hell. I’m not quite as speedy as I used to be, but I’m pretty confident that if I could make it out the door without getting my head staved in, he’d never catch me.

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



I’ve never attempted this, but I think I’d have a rough go with epic fantasy. I’ve read plenty of it, mostly when I was younger, and I appreciate the craft that goes into it—but there’s a sort of weirdly formal dialect that most fantasy authors seem to adopt for their characters that I’m not sure I could handle. Dialog is really important to my writing, and I don’t think I could get through a hundred thousand words of “alas, my friend, I fear the magical Doodad of Whatsit is lost,” without losing it myself.

ABOUT EDWARD
Edward Ashton lives with his adorably mopey dog, his inordinately patient wife, and a steadily diminishing number of daughters in Rochester, New York, where he studies new cancer therapies by day, and writes about the awful things his research may lead to by night. He is the author of Three Days in April, as well as several dozen short stories which have appeared in venues ranging from the newsletter of an Italian sausage company to Louisiana Literature and Escape Pod.

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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

THE CHOCOLATIER'S WIFE & THE CHOCOLATIER'S GHOST by Cindy Lynn Speer

THE CHOCOLATIER’S WIFE & THE CHOCOLATIER’S GHOST
by Cindy Lynn Speer

THE CHOCOLATIER’S WIFE

ROMANCE, MAGIC, MYSTERY.... AND CHOCOLATE

A truly original, spellbinding love story, featuring vivid characters in a highly realistic historical setting.

When Tasmin's bethrothed, William, is accused of murder, she gathers her wind sprites and rushes to his home town to investigate. She doesn't have a shred of doubt about his innocence. But as she settles in his chocolate shop, she finds more in store than she bargained for. Facing suspicious townsfolk, gossiping neighbors, and William's own family, who all resent her kind - the sorcerer folk from the North -- she must also learn to tell friend from foe, and fast. For the real killer is still on the loose - and he is intent on ruining William's family at all cost.

THE CHOCOLATIER’S GHOST

Married to her soul mate, the chocolatier William, Tasmin should not have to worry about anything at all. But when her happily ever after is interrupted by the disappearance of the town’s wise woman, she rushes in to investigate. Faced with dangers, dead bodies, and more mysterious disappearances, Tasmin and William must act fast to save their town and themselves – especially when Tasmin starts to be haunted by a most unwelcome ghost from her past…literally.

The Chocolatier’s Ghost is an enchanting sequel to Cindy Lynn Speer’s bestselling romantic mystery, The Chocolatier’s Wife.

EXCERPT FROM THE CHOCOLATIER’S WIFE

Time was, in the kingdom of Berengeny, that no one picked their spouses. No one courted—not officially, at any rate—and no one married in a moment’s foolish passion. It was the charge of the town Wise Woman, who would fill her spell bowl with clear, pure water; a little salt; and the essence of roses, and rosemary, and sage. Next, she would prick the finger of the newborn child and let his or her blood drip into the potion. If a face showed in the waters, then it was known that the best possible mate (they never said true love, for that was the stuff of foolish fancy) had been born, and the Wise Woman could then tell where the future spouse lived, and arrangements were made.

For the parents of William of the House of Almsley, this process would turn out to be less than pleasant.

The first year that the baby William’s finger was pricked and nothing showed, the Wise Woman said, “Fear not, a wife is often younger than the husband.”

The second, third, and even fifth year she said much the same.

But you see, since the spell was meant to choose the best match—not the true love—of the heart the blood in the bowl belonged to, this did not mean, as years passed, that the boy was special. It meant that he would be impossible to live with.

On his seventh birthday, it seemed everyone had quite forgotten all about visiting the Wise Woman until William, who knew this of long habit to be a major part of his day--along with cake, a new toy, and a new set of clothes--tugged on his mother’s skirt and asked when they were going. She stared at him a long moment, tea cup in hand, before sighing and calling for the carriage. She didn’t even bother to change into formal clothes this time, and the Wise Woman seemed surprised to see them at all. “Well, we might as well try while you’re here,” she said, her voice obviously doubtful.

William obediently held out the ring finger on his left hand and watched as the blood dripped into the bowl. “She has dark brown eyes,” William observed, “and some hair already.” He shrugged, and looked at the two women. “I suppose she’ll do. I’m just glad ‘tis over, and that I can go on with my life.”

“For you, perhaps,” his mother said, thinking of what she would now have to accomplish.

“Do not fret, mother, I shall write a letter to the little girl. Not that she can read it, anyway.” He petted his mother’s arm. He was a sweet boy, but he was always charging forward, never worrying about feelings.

The Wise Woman rolled out an elegantly painted silk map of the kingdom and all its regions, his mother smoothed the fabric across the table, and then the Wise Woman dipped a brass weight into the bowl. Henriette, William’s mother, placed her hands on William’s shoulders as the Wise Woman held the weight, suspended, over the map.

Henriette held her breath, waiting to see where it would land. Andrew, her younger son, had his intended living just down the street, which was quite convenient. At least they knew what they were getting into immediately.

The plumb-bob made huge circles around the map, spinning and spinning as the Wise Woman recited the words over and over. It stopped, stiffly pointing toward the North.

“Tarnia? Not possible, nor even probable. You must try again!”

For once, William’s mother wasn’t being stubbornly demanding. Tarnia, a place of cruel and wild magic, was the last place from whence one would wish a bride. They did not have Wise Women there, for anyone could perform spells. The Hags of the North ate their dead and sent the harsh winter wind to ravage the crops of the people of the South. Five hundred years ago, the North and the South had fought a bitter war over a cause no one could quite remember, only that it had been a brutal thing, and that many had died, and it led to the South losing most of its magic. Though the war was long over and the two supposedly united again, memory lingered. “I have cast it twice.” The Wise Woman chewed her lower lip, but therewas naught else she could do.

“Not Tarnia, please?” Henriette, usually a rather fierce and cold woman, begged.

“I am afraid so.” The Wise Woman began cleaning up; her shoulders set a little lower. “I am sorry.”

William, staring out the window at the children playing outside, couldn’t care less. What did it matter where anyone was from? She was a baby, and babies didn’t cause that much trouble.

“Only you, William,” his mother said, shaking her head. “Why can you not do anything normal?”

This was to be the tenor of most of their conversations throughout their lives.

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ABOUT CINDY

Cindy Lynn Speer has been writing since she was 13. She has Blue Moon and Unbalanced published by Zumaya. Her other works, including The Chocolatier’s Wife (recently out in an illustrated hardcover to celebrate its 10th anniversary) and the Chocolatier’s Ghost, as well as the short story anthology Wishes and Sorrows. When she is not writing she is either practicing historical swordsmanship, sewing, or pretending she can garden. She also loves road trips and seeing nature. Her secret side hobby is to write really boring bios about herself. You can find out more about her at cindylynnspeer.com, or look for her on Facebook (Cindy Lynn Speer) and Twitter (cindylynnspeer).

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WITHHOLD by Andrea Pearson

WITHHOLD (MOSAIC CHRONICLES, #9)
by Andrea Pearson

In the ultimate battle between good and evil, Nicole is in a race to stop Keitus before he achieves his plans. If he succeeds, he will crush everyone who has opposed him and enslave Earth and countless other planets. Unfortunately, he is only minutes away from his goal.

With so much at stake, Nicole and her friends must approach Helen, a volatile and dangerous spirit who will probably destroy them regardless of whether she gives them what they want. And the chances of her helping them are slim.

Fast-paced and epic magical fights, exciting plot twists, and non-stop action and adventure await. So sit down, buckle up, and hold on for the explosive, much-anticipated conclusion to the award-winning and bestselling Mosaic Chronicles.

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Discern and Praxis (first two books in the series), Hope(less) and (Mis)fortune by Melissa Haag, other titles by other authors, bachelor of science degree from Katon University, coloring pages, word search, fantasy illustration by Andrea's husband (James E. Curwen, professional illustrator), maps illustrated by Andrea and her husband, etc.

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ABOUT ANDREA

Andrea Pearson is an avid reader and outdoor enthusiast who plays several instruments, not including the banjo, and loves putting together musical arrangements. Her favorite sports are basketball and football, though several knee surgeries and incurably awful coordination prevent her from playing them.

Andrea graduated from Brigham Young University with a bachelor of science degree in Communications Disorders. She is the author of many full-length novels (the Kilenya Series and Mosaic Chronicles) and several novellas. Writing is the chocolate of her life - it is, in fact, the only thing she ever craves. Being with her family and close friends is where she's happiest, and she loves thunderstorms, the ocean, hiking, public speaking, painting, and traveling.

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Monday, July 17, 2017

THE BULL RIDING WITCH by Jamie Marchant

THE BULL RIDING WITCH
by Jamie Marchant

Daulphina’s father, the king of Asteria, has always wanted a male heir. Unfortunately for him, Daulphina’s magic means that will never happen unless her bastard half-brother displaces her on the throne. But she’ll take on all the gods herself before she lets that happen. He isn’t nice enough to be a good king.

But apparently, the gods don’t like being challenged because she’s flung across the void and into the dumpy old trailer and chiselled body of Joshua Killenyen, a rodeo bull rider from Alabama. With nothing to eat but Frosted Flakes and no knowledge how she got there, she better find a way home before she gets her head stomped in by the bulls she must ride. Or her brother will take the throne and reduce her people to slavery. Remember, he isn’t nice.

EXCERPT
I woke with my head pounding and my tongue coated with the fur balls of ten thousand cats. I nearly gagged at the stench that filled the air, a scent that combined the reek of the inside of a knight’s armor after jousting with the odor of rotting flesh.

Confused, I examined my surroundings. Hanging on the wall facing me was a portrait of a huge bull with its head down and its heels kicked high into the air. Incredibly, a man, holding onto a rope with only one hand, sat on the bull’s back. Why would anyone ride a bull? Bulls were dangerous and impossible to control.

Piled high on the bedside table were plates covered with the remains of several meals, bowls with a few dregs of sour milk, and empty bottles. The sheet I laid on was stained with various substances I didn’t want to identify. Where was I? This was certainly no place worthy of me, the crown princess. Maybe I had somehow ended in the servants’ quarters, although I couldn’t imagine how.

I tried to sit up, and my head felt as if it were going to split in two. I groaned, and the sound was deep and masculine. What the . . .? I looked down at my arms. They were muscular and covered with hair. I grabbed my naked chest. My breasts were entirely flat, and my chest was covered with thick, coarse hair. When I rubbed my hand across my face, I felt thick stubble. I looked down at the short clothes, which were the only thing I was wearing; there was a bulge that just shouldn’t have been there. I lifted the waistband and peeked. Dear gods, how had I gotten one of those? I poked it with my finger, and it twitched. I snapped the waistband closed and jumped away, but I couldn’t get away from the body I was wearing.

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ABOUT JAMIE

Jamie began writing stories about the man from Mars when she was six, and she never remembers wanting to be anything other than a writer. Everyone told her she needed a back up plan, so she pursued a Ph.D. in American literature, which she received in 1998. She started teaching writing and literature at Auburn University. One day in the midst of writing a piece of literary criticism, she realized she’d put her true passion on the backburner and neglected her muse. The literary article went into the trash, and she began the book that was to become her first novel. She writes about the fantastic . . . and the tortured soul. Her poor characters have hard lives. She still teaches writing and literature at Auburn University. She is the mother of a grown son.

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Thursday, July 13, 2017

THE VESSEL by Nancy Fraser

THE VESSEL
by Nancy Fraser

Major Liam McGregor is a career soldier. Chosen by the leader of the United Republic to transport a government protectee to safety, Liam takes on a task that has cost his predecessors their very lives.

Alora of Delawon is an alien princess who holds the key to the survival of mankind. With the women of the United Republic left barren by previous chemical warfare, Alora’s ability to bear humanoid children makes her the government’s most valuable commodity.

Together, Liam and Alora make the trek from the government’s safe house back toward the current capitol, fighting off raiders, survivalists, and an unexpected attraction to one another.

Will their desires put them in danger? Or, will their being together become more important than the mission?

EXCERPT
Liam took a seat behind the desk and sank into the soft leather of the non-military-issue chair. Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the cushioned headrest and waited for the arrival of his charge.

“This is the man who’s supposed to protect me?”

Liam’s eyes snapped open, his gaze coming to rest on the tall, curvy fempod in front of him. Were it not for the unusual blue tint to her skin, and her multicolored hair, she looked almost human.

Dr. Williams snickered. “Cut the boy some slack, Alora. Major McGregor’s been traveling for days just to get here.”

“He looks rather lazy to me,” Alora said, her sarcastic jab lost amid the smoky, honey-and-whiskey quality of her voice.

Liam shook his head, dislodging both her unusual appearance and sexy voice from his thoughts. “Sorry to disappoint you, Alora of Dela...uh..Dela−ˮ

“Delawon,” she bit out. “Alora, second daughter of the first house of Delawon.”

Oh great! She has a title, too. His jaw clenched. He’d been assigned escort duty for a sarcastic alien princess. A fact both Barrow and his boss had failed to mention.

“If you two will excuse me,” Dr. Williams said, motioning toward the lab, “I’ve got work to do.” Exiting the cramped, six-by-six office, Williams shut the door behind him.

Alora seated herself in the chair opposite his, raised her head, and met his gaze. Her eyes, a darker shade of blue than her skin, sparked with amusement. “So, how does this work?” she asked. “You stuff me in the back of your assault wagon, and I cower in fear until we reach the government’s precious medical lab?” <,/P>

The thought of stuffing her in the cargo hold of the Humvee was not without merit.

“No. I was planning on letting you sit up front with me. However, if you’d prefer something more contained, I can arrange it.”

“What I’d prefer,” she said, a long sigh accentuating her words, “is transport back to Tethys. The sooner the better.”

He shrugged, taking care to emphasize the lift and fall of his shoulders in order to convey his disinterest. “Sorry. I left Betsy in the garage back in Traverse City and drove here instead.”

“Betsy?”

“My intersystem shuttle. I thought landing it near this rather obscure location might draw unwanted attention. Not that the steel fences and guardhouse haven’t already given the location away.”

She raised and lowered her gaze, measuring him from head to mid-chest before being interrupted by the top of the cluttered desk. “Are you capable of protecting me, Major McGregor? Your government’s record in that regard is shaky at best.”

He gave her the same up-and-down perusal then wished he hadn’t. Despite her alien origin, she was one fine-looking woman.

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ABOUT NANCY

Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

Published in multiple genres, Nancy currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-four books in both full-length and novella format. In November 2016 Nancy celebrated twenty years as a published author and will release her 25th book in mid-2017.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy splits her free time between her five grandchildren. She’s also an avid traveler with Las Vegas being her favorite destination. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

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Tuesday, July 11, 2017

MOONDANCE by Linda K. Hopkins

MOONDANCE
by Linda K. Hopkin

Are some obstacles too difficult for love to overcome?

For years, Melissa Hewitt has dreamed of being hunted by a panther, a huge, black creature that pursues her relentlessly. But panthers do not exist in real life – not in Canada, anyway. And it is in the Canadian Rockies that Melissa escapes the stresses of her work – a job that come with a handsome but unfriendly boss who exudes both danger and allure. There is something about Leander Garrett, however, that draws Melissa, making him almost impossible to ignore; that, and the fact that once they had been friends.

As winter turns into spring, Leander’s chilly demeanor begins to thaw, but danger prowls through the mountains, and Lee has a secret that lurks beneath his elegant clothes and rippling physique. Something that compels him to reject what he desires the most.

Can he learn to see the good in himself and finally allow his heart to love, and be loved in return?

A captivating paranormal romance, Moondance will keep you enthralled to the very last page.

EXCERPT
Darkness hung over the ground like a pall as Melissa stumbled blindly through the forest, lurching between shadowy trunks and swerving around bushes that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Barbed branches clawed her face and arms, leaving angry welts in their wake. Protruding roots, intent on hindering her escape, sent her to her knees, leaving them scratched and bleeding. She gasped for breath as the blood pounded furiously in her ears while her chest burned with each breath. Sweat dripped down her forehead, covering her brow. Fear had slickened her palms, and her legs trembled as she careened between the trees. Behind her, her pursuer flew with seeming effortlessness over the ground, its enormous paws making no sound as it closed the gap between them. From the corner of her eye she saw the huge cat drawing alongside her, its bright green eyes shining eerily in the dark. Her foot caught the rough end of a stump, and she flung out her hands as she tumbled to the ground. The panther leaped toward her as her screams tore through the air.

Melissa jolted upright in her bed, her eyes wide as she searched her room in terror for the beast. Rigid fingers gripped the sheet, straining the fabric until it was close to ripping. Her heart hammered in her chest, the memory of reaching claws and hot breath on her neck still too close to dismiss. She loosened her hold on the sheet one aching finger at a time until it fell from her grip.

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ABOUT LINDA

Linda K. Hopkins lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains in Calgary, Canada, with her husband, two kids and one dog, but originally hails from South Africa. When she's not dreaming about fantastical creatures, you will find her with her nose buried in a book. Linda also loves to travel - through both physical and imaginary time and space. And if she has a slab of dark chocolate and cup of hot coffee while travelling, so much the better!

Linda holds a bachelor’s degree in communications from the University of South Africa. She is also the author of The Dragon Archive series.

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

THE WAR QUEEN by J.M. Robison

THE WAR QUEEN
by J.M. Robison

Altarn, believing Kaelin is trying to take her land, rides to an ally to ask for help in the coming war against him. But war launches in her absence, though it’s not Kaelin’s and she, in fact, needs his help instead. Kaelin is wounded in battle, but if she lets him die, can she fight the enemy on her own? Or if she saves his life, will he try claiming her kingdom like he planned, or her heart?

EXCERPT
He exhaled and leaned back, crossing a boot over one knee. “It’s different for Ruids. We discuss warplans every week because of our pirate problem. The mood is different, the light in our eyes is different. It’s life and death we speak of, and that holds a special kind of ceremony we honor in our speech, in our manners, and our dress.”

“Why would my dress not honor this ceremony?”

“It might…except you look like a damn princess. I don’t know about Blindvar, but we killed our princesses long ago. Your people don’t want a princess. They want a war queen. A princess can’t handle the emotional responsibility of sending people off to their deaths, but a war queen can.

“You’d be surprised how willing your soldiers would be to die for you, so long as you did it without crying as they march away. They need to be reassured you’ll hold your ground when they cannot.”

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AN INTERVIEW WITH J.M.
-What inspired you to become a writer?

I’m an introvert, so being, I kept to myself growing up, and what is one supposed to do when they keep to themselves? I’m really good at entertaining myself, and I’d come up with games in my head. When I got old enough, I started writing these games down because they were looking more like stories. I realized that I really liked writing down stories so I never stopped. I wrote my first story when I was 4. I’m 29 now and still writing. Really, there was no inspiration. It’s always been a part of me.

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

Run from all the characters who’d want me dead. Haha. Wow. That’s a hard one. I want to be all my characters in all my stories and do everything they do (which is why I created them, since I couldn’t actually do all those things in real life). I’ll narrow it down for the sake of the question: Stand in the circle surrounding Altarn and Kaelin to watch their duel. But I’d get there soon enough I could hear Altarn tell Kaelin, “You look better with your clothes on,” and watch Kaelin’s reaction. Priceless!

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

You learn a lot as a writer, mainly how to home pigeons, dye clothes, and make shoes, useless things that I now know how to do but will never do them in real life. In fantasies, there’s not a lot of research because you just make up crap if you don’t feel like researching anything.

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

Hulian, because villains are just understood, you know?

-You’re in a tavern, and a dwarf challenges you to a duel. What do you do?

That depends. If he’s challenging because he’s drunk, no. If he’s challenging because he knows I’m the author and mad that I gave him a crappy part, no. If he’s challenging because he knows I’ll lose (because he has a giant battle ax and I have my pen. NO. It is NOT mightier than the ax), no. I’m going to run out the back door and jump in the back of my flying unicorn because, you know, it’s a fantasy, and I can do that.

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

I’ve surprised myself before. When I definitely did not want to write anything based on a real timeline, I wrote The Last Wizard based in Victorian Era England. So I won’t say I could never write certain Genres, because I just might. However, there are some elements I KNOW I would never write about, namely LGBT, rape, and incest because they go against my morals.

ABOUT J.M.

J.M. Robison has been writing the histories of fantasy worlds for 16 years and authored 7 novels. The War Queen is her debut book – more books on the way, to include The Last Wizard and The Lost Gods (see her “Books” tab above to read more about them) - and she has no other claim to fame; growing up in Bennington, ID (Good luck finding that on a paper map), she didn’t know what wireless internet was until she was 21. Having joined the U.S. Army at 17 with a deployment to Afghanistan and Romania, and working as a Deputy Sheriff, she’s seen a lot of people and been to a lot of places; the evidence of which frequently bleeds into her writing. She loves and uses essential oils. She makes her own shampoo, lotions, laundry soap, face wash, and toothpaste.

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