The Warlord of the Air

Recently, I had the opportunity to review Michael Moorcock’s book The Warlord of the Air for Fiction Addict.com This is my first review for them and I’m pretty excited to see it up there! I enjoyed the book. It’s a genre known as “Steam Punk” which is alternative history where steam engines play a vital part in the society. I know that I’ll do a better job of reviewing in the future, but this was a fun book to start my reviewing career with. If you want to check it out, read the review at Fiction Addict!

Review of “Iscariot”

If you want a chance to win Iscariot by Tosca Lee then check out this review and blog. Michelle Sutton has written a great review of the book. Here’s an excerpt from his review:
Nobody puts skin on biblical figures and brings them to life as well as Tosca Lee. For some reason she also picks the toughest ones to portray in fiction. This novel, Iscariot, rang true to me. Her depiction of Judas Iscariot’s belief system had a convincing historical basis. And unlike the stereotyped condemned man who personified betrayal, she made him human and someone who truly did love Jesus when he became one of the disciples. Even in the end, she showed his regrets and they made sense given the story up to that point. I didn’t know how she’d pull off making him a sympathetic character, but she did it well!

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Inward Journey – an excerpt

An excerpt from this year’s NanoWriMo story….a serial killer is on the loose!

Acting Detective Re’Lears gathered the files of unsolved murders and started sorting them according to date and probability based on what she saw in the pictures. She picked some interesting cases to show to Aiden and Seppe and lined up the files; arranging them on the table in their investigation room. She had heard that Aiden and Sebbe were on their way back to the station and she wanted everything to be ready for them.

Captain Tengler entered without knocking to check in with Re’Lears. He also wanted to see what she had found, if anything. “Did you find anything that might fit the pattern you were looking for?” he asked looking at the case files spread out on the table; scattering them as he looked.

Re’Lears looked up when she heard his voice, “Oh, sir! I wasn’t expecting you.” She moved quickly to the left side of the table and opened up a case file, “This is one of the choices for number two.” She opened up another case file right next to the first one and said, “This is another one of the options.”

The captain looked with a slight frown. “These murders are nothing like the other two. Why are these two your candidates?”

“That’s a great question, sir,” she said brightly. “We didn’t expect the murders to be too similar. If they had been, everyone would have been talking about how they were alike. We think the killer is smart enough to vary his methods.”

Captain Tengler nodded his head, “Good thinking. We only caught on to the idea that we had a serial killer because you pegged the method for both number one and number five if the theory is correct.” He looked at her conspiratorially and asked, “When do you expect Detectives Seppe and Aiden to show up? I need to be out of here by then. They don’t like me messing with their cases.”

Acting Detective Re’Lears looked at the captain, “With all due respect then, you had better leave. They should be here shortly.” She thought a second and then added, “but you’re the boss! How can they get away with that kind of an attitude?”

“Got it,” Captain Tengler replied. “They can get away with that because they are that good. If the powers that be told me tomorrow that I could only keep one of those two, I would still keep both of them. But don’t tell them that!” He smiled, “You’re learning from the best.” He started to head out and then stuck his head back in. He winked at Re’Lears and then snarled at her, “…and when I tell you I want information on your case, I want information on your case. Don’t you dare hold anything back from me, do you hear me?” He winked again.

“Captain, captain, captain,” Seppe sighed in exasperation as he walked in. “How many times do I have to tell you not to jump in on our cases? We’ll give you the information you need when it’s ready. But give us some space to get things done first!” He looked at Acting Detective Re’Lears, “And you had better be nice to our partner here!”

Captain Tengler looked first at Seppe, then at Aiden and then back at Seppe again, “By the time you two are finished with her, she’s going to be just as bad as you are. You act like you don’t need a captain…well, you do! You do need a captain!” He stormed out as if upset, but pleased that he had protected Re’Lears.

“So how much did you show the captain?” Aiden asked. “What did he think?”

Re’Lears began to object, but Seppe just laughed. “You’re not experienced enough to stand up to the captain. We expected him to pump you for information. He always tries to protect the people we work with and thinks we don’t know what he does. The question is, what did he see and what did he think about it?”

“He just saw a few pictures and files that I thought were our best candidates for victim number two,” Re’Lears said reluctantly. “He appreciated the fact that we had realized that if this were a serial killer, he had to be varying his methods.”

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Seppe said. “He may be learning how to be a police officer!”

Aiden nodded, “That would be a good thing.” He turned to Re’Lears, “You have a couple of candidates for us to look at for victim number two?”

Re’Lears nodded, “I actually have good candidates for victims two, three and four. Which do you want to see first?”

“None,” Aiden and Seppe responded together.

Re’Lears laughed, “You two HAVE been together for too long! So all my work was for nothing?”

“Nope,” Seppe explained. “We just wanted to hear the story of our first victim before going on to any of the other victims. That’s the story you know best.”

 

Acting Detective Re’Lears gathered the files of unsolved murders and started sorting them according to date and probability based on what she saw in the pictures. She picked some interesting cases to show to Aiden and Seppe and She lined up the files; and arranginged them on the table in their investigation room. She had heard that Aiden and Sebbe were on their way back to the station and she wanted everything to be ready for them.

Captain Tengler entered without knocking to check in with Re’Lears. He also wanted to see what she had found, if anything. “Did you find anything that might fit the pattern you were looking for?” he asked looking at the case files spread out on the table; scattering them as he looked.

Re’Lears looked up when she heard his voice, “Oh, sir! I wasn’t expecting you.” She moved quickly to the left side of the table and opened up a case file, “This is one of the choices for number two.” She opened up another case file right next to the first one and said, “This is another one of the options.”

The captain looked with a slight frown. “These murders are nothing like the other two. Why are these two your candidates?”

“That’s a great question, sir,” she said brightly. “We didn’t expect the murders to be too similar. If they had been, everyone would have been talking about themhow they were alike. We think the killer is smart enough to vary his methods.”

Captain Tengler nodded his head, “Good thinking. We only caught on to the idea that we had a serial killer because you pegged the method for both number one and number five if the theory is correct.” He looked at her conspiratorially and asked, “When do you expect Detectives Seppe and Aiden to show up? I need to be out of here by then. They don’t like me messing with their cases.”

Acting Detective Re’Lears looked at the captain, “With all due respect then, you had better leave. They should be here shortly.” She thought a second and then added, “but you’re the boss! How can they get away with that kind of an attitude?”

“Got it,” Captain Tengler replied. “They can get away with that because they are so that good. If the powers that bey told me tomorrow that I could only keep one of those twodetective, I would still keep both of them. But don’t tell them that!” He smiled, “You’re learning from the best.” He started to head out and then came stuck his head back in. He winked at Re’Lears and then snarled at her, “…and when I tell you I want information on your case, I want information on your case. You don’t hold anything back from me, do you hear me?” He winked again.

“Captain, captain, captain,” Seppe sighed in exasperation as he walked in. “How many times do I have to tell you not to jump in on our cases? We’ll give you what you need when it’s ready. But give us some space to get things done first!” He looked at Acting Detective Re’Lears, “And you had better be nice to our partner here!”

Captain Tengler looked first at Seppe, then at Aiden and then back at Seppe again, “You two are making her just like yourselfBy the time you two are finished with her, she’s going to be just as bad as you are. You act like you don’t need a captain…well, you do! You do need a captain!” He stormed out as if upset, but pleased that he had protected Re’Lears.

“So how much did you show the captain?” Aiden asked. “What did he think?”

Re’Lears began to object, but Seppe just laughed. “You’re not experienced enough to stand up to the captain. We expected him to pump you for information. He always tries to protect the people we work with and thinks we don’t know what he does. The question is, what did he see and how what did he like think about it?”

“He just saw a few pictures and files that I thought were our best candidates for victim number two,” Re’Lears said reluctantly. “He liked appreciated the fact that we had realized that if this were a serial killer, he was had to be varying his methods.”

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Seppe said. “He may be learning how to be a police officer!”

Aiden nodded, “That would be a good thing.” He turned to Re’Lears, “You have a couple of candidates for us to look at for victim number two?”

Re’Lears nodded, “I actually have good candidates for victims two, three and four. Which do you want to see first?”

“None,” Aiden and Seppe responded together.

Re’Lears laughed, “You two HAVE been together for too long! So all my work was for nothing?”

“Nope,” Seppe explained. “We just wanted to hear the story of our first victim before going on to any of the other victims. That’s the story you know best.”

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Another Give-Away! This Time at Fiction Addict!

Fiction Addict has all kinds of contests throughout the year. They give away some great books! So right now they have 5, that’s right FIVE copies of the book Warm Bodies to give away. Warm Bodies is in the process of being made in to a movie and you can get one of the books if you enter at Fiction Addict. What’s Warm Bodies about?

Even if you aren’t a fan of the zombie genre, this book will engage you in ways you never imagined. It’s sharp and witty with syllable counting dialogue that will stick with you long after you’ve read it. It’s revolutionary, beautiful and engaging in brilliantly imagined ways. This book has settled firmly onto my favorites of 2011 and I can’t recommend it highly enough. Do not miss this book. You’ll be glad you took the time for it. – Lori Twichell

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A Contest? Everybody Loves Contests!

Check out Devorah Fox’s blog here:

Addicted to Heroines Blog Tour

Announcing FREE books! Yes, FREE! At the risk of

sounding like a TV commercial, who doesn’t like free?

The authors of the Addicted to Heroines Blog tour are giving away a chance to win— one, or more! in some cases—books. To enter the giveaway, visit : http://bit.ly/WIShCX. I’m one of the authors and there are two chances to win a copy of The Lost King ebook.

And there’s more on the page. Check it out!

I commented thusly on the original blog: I think it’s fairly simple: you do what it takes to tell the story! I love the Dirk Pitt Novels. All of them have prologues unless things have changed in the last year. If a prologue helps you tell your story, then use a prologue. If it doesn’t, then don’t. I could be entirely wrong, but if successful authors are using prologues and it helps the story, why take advice from someone who may not like them?” So what do y’all think? Can we get a discussion going?

The Dark Mind of Blondmyk

I recently read an article on Writer’s Digest regarding the subject of prologues.  They suggest that the prologue is a retired writing style and that most likely I wouldn’t want to use it in todays writing community.  This creates a big problem for me.

Being a writer of paranormal based materials, usually a small portion of my novels take place in the past.  Some sort of horrible murder, or perhaps a witches action may create a problem or cast a spell that will come to fruition at some point in the future.  In my mind, this creates a need for a prologue.  Or does it?

How does one include a scene in ones novel regarding the history of an inanimate object or something else of the like that no one is still alive to relay the story of?  I suppose that it could be written in history books, or in…

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Interview with Tosca Lee

Iscariot is coming

[The following is a dramatization of an event that never took place. Just enjoy!]

I had just received word that I had been invited to a small gathering of fans to ask Tosca Lee some questions about her newest book Iscariot. Meeting in an undisclosed location we all talked nervously on the ride to the meet. The windows were blacked out so that no one could tell the route. When we arrived the guard asked each of us if we were prepared. I took out my recorder and at first didn’t understand why I received a frown and a threatening move. Suddenly I remembered and pulled my coat away to reveal a pound of bacon: the entry fee. I was allowed to enter

We gathered in the room and were reminded of Ms. Lee’s previous works: Demon: a Memoir; Havah: The Story of Eve; Forbidden, Mortal and Sovereign all written with Ted Dekker. Her numerous awards were subtly displayed in the background, almost as an afterthought. We looked around, trying to decide where we would sit or stand. Suddenly she came in and every eye turned as she entered the room. She sat down at the table, gesturing that we should join her and opened the floor for questions.

Q. What was the hardest part of the creation of Iscariot?

A. The first hardest part was deciding to do it, because my initial reaction to Jeff Gerke (who had acquired and published Demon and Havah) and who had suggested I write about Judas was “NO WAY.” The second hardest was doing all the research. I had a lot to learn.

Q. Did you learn anything unexpected while writing it?

A.  I learned more unexpected things than I have room for here, from the context of the stories we know so well to nuances of the parables formerly lost on me. But the over-arching thing was the context of oppression under Rome. The fact that other would-be Messiahs had risen up in the past, only to be violently put down. You could not safely make a bid at Messiah-ship without risking life and limb, and the freedoms (including religious freedom) Israel already had under Rome. In Jesus’ case, it became far safer to silence him than to risk retaliation.

Q. How have people in your church reacted to you penning this book?

A. With wide-eyed looks, questions of “why?” and “Wow. That sounds fascinating.” Not everyone wants to see a humanized Judas. But for me, I found looking at Jesus through Judas’ eyes–and the eyes of the first Century Jewish Everyman–a way to understand Jesus far better. And the story is ultimately about Jesus.

Q. How did your opinion of Judas change after writing the novel?

A Through the writing of the novel, Judas went from being an intriguing infamous character to a lens on the first Century Jewish Everyman… to an Everyman I identified with closely. I was writing my story, ultimately–a story about the tension between love and grace, and our expectations of a God that cannot be controlled. And so the central question became for me: would I have done the same? And the answer is I can’t say that, in the situation, I wouldn’t have.

Q. How can you relate our experience as disciples to Judas’?

A I think it was Barth who said that all the disciples failed, really. Judas’ was just the most spectacular failure. I don’t think we always understand or expect what God means for us or what God is doing at the time, and we forget that it’s usually something bigger than we could imagine.

She paused for a second as if in thought, then said:

I should add, too, that Jesus talked a great deal about how to live, and how to live included a lot of mercy and love. I think we, like the 12 disciples, can get very caught up in the intricacies of faith, in seeking answers, but the biggest answers always seem to boil down to being filled with love and mercy.

Ok, it didn’t EXACTLY happen that way. What really happened is that she has a group on the internet that she gave the opportunity to ask questions. These are questions and answers from that group. If I did get to meet her, I’m thinking I would bring some bacon, though. Iscariot releases on February 5, 2013 and can be pre-ordered at Amazon. I can guarantee that you’ll find the story intriguing. Oh, and there’s an great video/trailer for the book here

You Never Forget Your First Book

You never forget your first book, just like you never forget your first love unless your spouse asks for the name. The first book I ever completed was during National Novel Writing Month in November of 2008. I had always wanted to write a book that began “It was a dark and stormy night, ” and I had always wanted the opening of the book to include the hero of the book waking up to a large number of guns pointed at his head. I created a spoof of the OJ Simpson story called, “What If He Didn’t Do It?” The major problem with this book so far, aside from some plot holes is that I never did any editing on it. You would notice that lack if you read the excerpts. So, feel free to have fun picking these excerpts apart! Here are the two scenes I always wanted to write about in the opening:

It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed in the eastern sky and Detective Rodriguez looked at his partner. Detective Johnson looked back as Rodriguez’s face lit up with the flash of lightning. Rodriguez laughed.

 “What’s so funny?” Johnson asked.

“I feel like I’m in a cheap horror novel. Look at the night, dark and stormy, lightning flashing. All we need to complete the picture would be a body swinging from the tree.”

Johnson had been with the force far too long and had seen far too many things to think there was much that was funny about their work. “We’ve got a body lying in the morgue right now, two bodies in fact, and I don’t see nothing funny about that.”

Detective Rodriguez shook his head and sighed. Johnson took things too seriously for him sometimes. “Ok partner. Message received.”

“There’s the house, just ahead. Now quit yapping and get ready.” Detective Johnson was not happy about the long walk up the driveway. Rich people always had more money than sense and he never liked houses set so far back from the street.

The patrolmen accompanying them looked at each other. They wondered how these two were able to stay together as partners. They didn’t realize that these two had been partners for so long just because they enjoyed the give and take they shared. Rodriguez had explained it to his captain one time: “Some partners argue two or three times a day. Me and Johnson…in all the time we’ve been partners we’ve just had one argument. It started the first day we worked together and it never stopped in all that time. We both thrive on the conflict.”

Slowly they approached the house. Rodriguez held up a hand to stop the patrol. They were in silent mode now. He pointed to a bush by the front steps. Something was flapping in the breeze. One of the patrolmen walked over and looked carefully. He raised his arm and pointed one finger in the air. He pulled out an evidence bag and carefully extracted something from the bush and put it in the bag. He straightened and waved the team over.

Johnson walked over and looked at the bag. The patrolman then pointed further down the bush line. The lightning flashes were growing more intense; revealing more with the light, but reminding them that the rain was coming closer. He waved Rodriguez over and whispered, “Looks like we may have some stuff that might help us in the case. We might want to pick it up before the rain hits.”

Rodriguez looked at the house. There were no lights anywhere; no signs of motion. He nodded his head. They pulled the patrolmen together and gestured to let them know how they should search.   They fanned around the house picking up some of the debris and leaving other bits on the grounds. When they met back at the front of the house Johnson and Rodriguez discussed what they had found.

“All of this makes me think it’s a slam dunk,” Rodriguez whispered.

“It looks that way, but there are times when you might have too much evidence,” Johnson opined.

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A.J. Robinson usually enjoyed the off-season. He slept better not having game day nerves 6 days a week and after game regrets the other. But tonight he was sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning. He moaned lightly and turned over on his side. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, causing him to open his eyes slightly. He closed them briefly, giving his mind time to register the scene in his room. He jumped up and turned on a light before the others in the room could react. He didn’t like seeing 6 guns pointing at his head. “I’m sorry guys, I don’t keep any cash on hand, but my…”

Detective Johnson cut him off, “Are you ok sir? I’m Detective Fred Johnson.” He flashed a badge. “This is my partner Marco Rodriguez. We noticed that your front door was open and we were concerned for your safety.”

A.J. breathed a sigh of relief, “Door open? I may have left it unlocked without thinking about it. I had my hands full when I came in tonight. I had just bought some groceries.” It struck AJ, suddenly, “So why were you guys so close to the house anyway? Is something wrong? You couldn’t see the door from the road…it’s too far away.”

Detective Rodriguez chose his words carefully, watching for any reaction, “Sir, I’m sorry to inform you that your wife is dead. We found her body at the Ramada downtown.”

“Don’t you mean my ex-wife, detective? We’ve been divorced for two months now.”

Detective Rodriguez noted no perceptible reaction as Robinson spoke. He glanced at his partner. His partner returned the glance confirming that he had heard nothing in the response that gave him any clues either.

“We didn’t know that you were divorced, sir. We’re sorry to hear that,” Detective Johnson lied. Inwardly he thought that might open up a motive or two that could be used in any upcoming trial.