Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Interview
Although I am still on vacation, an interview I had done is being posted today and I wanted all my fans to know about it. Check it out at http://lisahaseltonsreviewsandinterviews.blogspot.com/2016/07/interview-with-fantasy-author-rival.html
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Book Spotlight
I know I said I'd be away but Linda Book Reviews was kind enough to do a book spotlight on Mandrean Revenge. Here is the link. http://wp.me/p7tCdr-4j Enjoy!
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Vacation Time
- Ah vacation. According to Webster’s Dictionary it is defined as freedom from any activity; rest; respite; intermission
- ⌂ a period of rest and freedom from work, study, etc.; time of recreation, usually a specific interval in a year.
Doesn’t that sound like the loveliest thing in the whole
world right about now? Well, my friends,
I will be taking one of these until July 27.
I will be travelling from Nebraska to Toronto, Ontario Canada. There we will attend my niece’s wedding in
the heart of Toronto. I will get to
spend some time with family I rarely see and even deliver a signed copy of a
book. It has been a number of years
since I was able to actually go somewhere on vacation. This trip is long overdue. Feel free to suggest stops I should make
while in Toronto. Unfortunately I will
not be blogging during my trip to the Great White North. So don’t think I have forgotten you. I’ll just be enjoying my “period of rest and
freedom from work.” I will talk to you
in a couple of weeks!
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Tuesday Excerpt, "Quest"
Bander and Rander took a few moments to reach him. “How did you hear us talking from so far
off? We were whispering.”
“It’s so quiet in here that I could hear every word you
said. What a silly thing to argue
over. You know,” Linvin paused in
mid-sentence and looked around them. His
face showed great concern. “That is what
has been bothering me!” he cried in astonishment.
“That we’ve been arguing?” Bander asked.
“No,” answered Linvin.
“It is too quiet. When have you
ever been in a forest this quiet? You
normally hear animals of some sort moving about or calling to one another. Even birds fly about. Here, there is no sound. There are no animals, no noise at all. In such a grand forest, you should hear something. You were right, Anvar. I was looking for something that did not
exist. I found it.”
At first, the others appeared to discount the notion. Then they thought about their journey through
the day. None of them could remember
hearing or seeing a single animal.
“So what does this mean?” Rander asked.
“It means someone or something has chased all the animals
from this area,” Linvin asserted.
“It appears to be a well-traveled road,” Rander noted. “Such traffic may have driven the animals
from here.”
“Even the birds?” Linvin asked. “You lived in forests your entire life. Did the birds stay away from Varns?”
Rander looked at his brother and then turned back to
Linvin. The twins shook their heads in
unison.~
“So what do you propose we do, Linvin?” Rander asked. “Turn around and go back the way we came
because we don’t hear any animals?”
Linvin was mildly annoyed.
“No,” he responded. “We continue
on our course, but be especially alert.”
Anvar was ordered to the rear of the party as Linvin
returned to the column formation he had used in the grassland. All eyes shifted from side to side in search
of Linvin’s phantom enemy. Rander became
increasingly bothered by the heightened state of alert. Every time he went to speak, Linvin silenced
him.
“You are letting your paranoia get the better of you, cousin,”
Rander chided. “I was the greatest
opponent to traveling this course, and yet you are the one obsessed with
fear. Nothing has happened and still you
cling to your delusions of danger.”
“Be silent,” Linvin barked while attempting to keep his
voice low. “If you speak again, I will
gag you and tie you to your horse with your belly in the saddle.”
Rander considered how sincere Linvin’s tone had become and
chose to heed the warning. Angered by
the rebuke, he urged his horse to take the lead in the formation. His brother soon followed suit and the two
created an increasing amount of space between themselves and Linvin. Anvar was slowed by his custody of the
mules. He could barely see Linvin along
the twisting path. The twins were not
visible at all.
Linvin’s alignment had been ruined by his cousins’
actions. He galloped forward to halt
them and wait for Anvar. As he reached
the twins he heard what sounded like a bird, calling from the trees. From another direction, came an answer.
Rander smiled as Linvin approached. “You see Linvin, there are animals here.”
Linvin was highly distraught by the sounds and called, “To
arms!”
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Wednesday Excerpt, "Crucible"
Linvin looked down at the pathetic form on the ground before
him. His first impulse was to kill him right then but found the execution of
such a defenseless adversary dishonorable. He did need to act quickly, as his
human shield was gone. “Coward,” he branded Mandrean and kicked him in the jaw
with great force. Before the guards could react, Linvin ran through the doors
and yelled to Anvar, “Close them now.” Anvar stretched forth his hands and the
doors glowed with orange magic. In an instant they slammed closed. “Wedge the
spears between the door-handles,” Linvin ordered.
After doing so they huddled for a moment to catch their
breath. “That won’t hold Necromancer for long,” Anvar commented. “I hope you
have a plan.”
Before Linvin could say a word, one of the Imperial Guards
on the main floor spotted them and screamed, “The prisoners have escaped. To
arms.” He blew a horn by his side.
“How about that plan?” Rander asked impatiently. “Is there
one?”
Linvin surveyed the grand area and answered, “No time to
explain. Just do as I do.” He led his uncle and cousins along the hall toward
the tapestry. Soon they took shelter behind its massive width.
Clanking of armor was heard in great numbers coming from the
far hallway. On the ground floor the guards from the outside stairs entered the
room and were joined by a host of others. They ran with haste toward the great
staircase. Moments later the great double doors to the throne-room blasted open
from the Colorful Magic of Necromancer. Though Linvin’s party was safely
distant, the situation became that much direr.
“This is your plan?” asked Rander. “Hide behind a rug? They
already know we are here and are coming. Can’t you do anything else with that
gem at all? Where’s all the great power we heard about? We are trapped in this
hallway. You have no way out. We are all doomed.”
Linvin paid little attention to the complaints. He
concentrated instead on the progress of the guards coming up the stairs, the
ones emerging from the far hallway and the rapidly growing group from the
throne-room. His gaze shifted around the three approaching enemies as he gauged
their rate of closure. Without breaking his concentration Linvin spoke firmly
to his uncle. “When this is over and we are free, reminded me to beat the life
out of Rander.” Anvar simply nodded in an effort not to affect Linvin’s thought
process.
The guards from below reached the landing on the second
level and were ascending the two side stairways. Guards took up positions at
the two ends of the hall and were slowly advancing from equal distances.
Anvar finally spoke. “I can take out a few but I cannot
channel enough magic for this fight.”
“Save your magic. We will need it soon. Now everyone climb
onto the railing. Use the tapestry to brace yourselves.” His bewildered family
did as they were told and were soon balancing on the rail. “Alright, then.
Follow my lead.” Linvin placed the Red Sapphire in his pocket and stabbed his
short sword through the tapestry. Then he jumped off the railing. The sword
slowed his descent as it sliced through the very fiber of Mandrean bravado.
Following suit, Anvar and the twins dove in a similar manor and slid down the
backside of the wall hanging.
The soldiers on the stairs were in such a hurry to climb the
steps that steel blades sliding down the tapestry went unnoticed. In the
hallway the guards were awestruck by the spectacle and did little more than
watch as their adversary escaped.
Once Linvin and the others reached the ground he led them in
a race for the grand entrance. After they cleared the front of the staircase
all the men could see what became of their foe.
Though only moments passed, the guards on the top took an inordinate amount
of time to cry out the location of Linvin’s band. All eyes turned to see them
crossing the center of the room and nearing the exit. Immediately the soldiers
on the stairs turned and stumbled back down the way they’d come.
It was time for Linvin’s masterstroke. He held up his fist
and the party stopped. Then he turned and regarded the majestic work of art,
which had been formed into a staircase. “Anvar,” he said calmly. “That needs to
be gone…now.” Anvar nodded and stretched forth his hands. Concentrating longer
than they had ever seen him do before, Anvar built up such an aura of orange
magic that a sphere glowed around his body. All at once he released the energy
just as the first guards returned to the second floor landing. The wave of
magic struck the stairs with a thunderclap as they exploded sending stone and
men alike hurtling through the air. Those on the top level were cut off from
their main access to the first floor and Linvin.
With debris still falling to the ground, Rander resumed his
path for the doors. Linvin grabbed his arm and stopped his progress. “No. Not
that way. We just woke every Mandrean soldier in the city. That is the
direction from which they will come. So we shall go this way.”
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Tuesaday Excerpt, "Quest"
“And you are avoiding my question!” stormed Linvin, who
jumped from his chair and leaned over his uncle. “Answer me!
Answer me! Is this what my father
wanted?”
Anvar recalled the promise he made to Jelena. He rocked slowly while biting the end if his pipe. Linvin sat down in the chair next to him and
placed his head in his hands.
The rhythmic sound of Anvar’s rocking came to an abrupt
halt. Anvar stroked his nephew’s hair
and whispered a word in his ear, “No.”
Linvin’s head popped up and stared at his uncle. “Then what is this all about?”
Anvar returned to his rocking and puffing. After a few moments he formulated his words
and spoke, “Your mother was absolutely set against your leaving. What you have been experiencing tonight is
the life your mother has envisioned for you since you were born.”
“And my father’s plan?”
“I can only hope his plan died with him. It was reckless and dangerous. With any luck at all, it would never bear
fruit.”
“Tell me, Anvar, what was his plan?”
“It is not for me to say,” Anvar answered slowly. “It was not my plan.”
“So what am I supposed to do?” Linvin demanded.
Anvar looked up at the sky.
Only a few clouds obscured the view.
At that moment, one of the clouds had hidden the moon from sight. “Look at the sky, Linvin. Tell me, is the moon out tonight?”
Linvin leaned back and took in the sky. “Yes,” he answered simply.
“How do you know?” asked Anvar. “I do not see the moon anywhere.”
“It is right there,” pointed Linvin. “There are just some clouds blocking it from
view.”
“But are you sure it is there?” asked Anvar. “Prove it to me. How can you prove that the moon is there?”
“Well,” Linvin said, rubbing his chin, “We can just wait
here until it comes out from behind that cloud.
Then you will see it.”
“So even though the answer may be there all along, I will
not be able to see it until the time is right?” Anvar asked.
“Well, of course,” Linvin stated. “Unless you believe it is there all the time,
then your only choice is to wait for it to reveal itself.”
“So you are telling me that I must just believe the moon is
there until it appears and proves it?
You seem quite confident in the outcome.
How do you know that the moon will appear again?”
“I do not know,” said Linvin. “I guess it just always comes out sooner or
later.”
Anvar smiled and remarked, “And so will the answer to your
question, my boy. The answer is out
there. What you must do is wait for it
to present itself, just like your moon.
Until then, you must believe the answer will appear.”
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