The Journey Inward – Chapter 3 ARC

The Journey Inward – Chapter 3 ARC

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The Journey Inward

The Journey Series

Bob James

Copyright Bob James 2017

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales entirely coincidental. 

 

This is Chapter 3 of my book. If you have not read Chapter 1, may I suggest that you read that chapter first. CHAPTER 1  If you haven’t read Chapter 2, you will want to read CHAPTER 2 before this chapter.

Chapter 3

Termes was highly honored in the Qu’evahn community. They marveled at the way he led in the Qu’ruship assembly. Most knew of his obvious pain. Few knew his history nor how lowly he held himself for the failure with his son.  Were it not for Cyret, his amazing wife, he might not have been able to maintain the calm demeanor to lead that he displayed. If Termes had sought political leadership amongst the Qu’evah he could have easily been elected to any office he sought. In spite of all he had done, he felt unworthy as a leader and so served as he could in the Qu’ruship assembly.

Today Termes felt like his failure was being rubbed in his face. Cyret was having great difficulty helping Termes contain his anger. The holo-visioner had talked about the gruesome murder behind the Kroll Rader Bar and Grill and the pictures in the background showed Seppe and Aiden working in the background. “It’s no wonder he never has time for us,” he fumed. “He’s trying to be some big shot police detective! He could help his people by being honest, but he thinks he has to hide who he is. I should disown him! No son of mine should be ashamed of the Qu’evah! If it weren’t for the fact that….”

Cyret interrupted him, something no other among the Qu’evah would do, “If it weren’t for the fact that you love him so much, you would probably disown him… yes dear, I understand.” She stared at him with her hazel eyes mocking him. Her quivering tendrils revealed the depth of her passion for him.

Termes looked at her with eyes blazing, “Woman! Do you know what your problem is? Your problem is that you know me too well!” He laughed a bit as he finished. He couldn’t stay angry long when Cyret shared her wisdom. Termes often told his friends that he would be in great trouble without his wife. Few realized that he was not just trying to be humble. Tears welled up as he resumed speaking, “What shall we do about Seppe? How shall we draw him back into the family? Or even the tribe?”

Cyret looked at her husband firmly. She wondered often about this well respected man. Very few realized that she was a major source of his strength. “If you believe that all things are in the Maker’s hands can you not accept that He might have some plan that you don’t know about? Do you not remember the story of Ertrey?”

Termes looked at her in a dumbfounded way. Of course he remembered that story. Ertrey had wandered from the tribe just before they became lost in the desert. The Maker had come to him, wooing him back to the tribe just in time to lead them from the brink of starvation into the land the Qu’evah now lived in. He had saved them from starvation in the desert and helped them settle in this land they now shared with the Wesdanian and other tribes. Termes had never thought to associate that story with Seppe. He wondered if Seppe might be leading them out of the bitterness of past and into a new era. Someone had to help the old folks like him understand this new technology! He narrowed his eyes and looked at Cyret with even more respect than normal. “You,” he said, wagging his finger, “you are a wise woman! If only people believed me when I tell them that you are more than my inspiration; that you are the brains of the team. They would compel you to be Grand Angana.”

“Oh hush,” she laughed. “It’s a good thing that none in  the assembly know what a foolish man you are! You’d lose your place of honor and they wouldn’t serve you dessert at the common meals.” She knew when to be silly herself and often broke the tension when Termes was taking things too seriously; especially when it concerned Seppe.

“You are so right, my little honey bee. It is a good thing that you don’t sting,” Termes said with a smile.

“Oh, but I can if I need to!” Cyret said. Her face reminded him of the times that she had stung.

“How well I know,” Termes said. He gulped, the laughed a little as he repeated “How well I know.” Then he looked at her sadly, “And how do we help the Maker to persuade Seppe to return to the family? How do we help Seppe to see the light? How do we get him to return for even one assembly?”

“We don’t my love,” she said with a bit of sternness. “We lay our desires for Seppe to return before the Maker and offer our sacrifices and invocations. Then we trust Him.”

“I guess there is nothing better we can do,” Termes said. He sighed with resignation. He shuffled over to the household shrine and bowed before it three times before putting on his prayer shawl. Cyret followed him and followed the same ritual. Together they took a small spoonful of the prayer scent powder and placed it on the prayer candle. They lit the prayer candle together and offered their invocations while the scent powder burned. The prayer candle flared up as it reached the end of the scent powder and then burned itself out. Cyret took her prayer shawl off and bowed three times as she backed away from the altar; Termes did the same.

When they moved back to the table where they sat finishing their bitter morning drink, Termes looked at Cyret and smiled sheepishly. “I must confess. I asked the Maker to give me a sign that He would answer our prayer.”

Cyret smiled back, “I am not surprised, old fool. Remember, trust and never doubt. The Maker will never fail you. Even if His answer is to not answer your invocation, He is looking out for the good of His people. Even old fools like you and me.”

Termes bowed as he looked at his wife, “You are, of course, right my dear. I shall to remember that.” He turned and walked towards his woodshop to finish the book case he was making for the Grand Angana. When he thought he was out of earshot he muttered, “But I still would like to see a sign!”


Seppe rolled over in the bed and tried to get back to sleep. It wouldn’t happen. His eyes were wide open and too many thoughts were running through his mind. He had vivid dreams last night and they all pointed to one thing: he was going to have to contact his patron. He had no doubt that someone had used the ritual torture of the Qu’epic to kill Grenoj. When he discovered one at the crime scene he knew that he would have to search among the Qu’evah for a suspect. The fact that this troubled him, troubled him. He owed no allegiance to the Qu’evah. While he had been raised among them and his patron was a leader in the assembly, he, Seppe, had freed himself of all allegiance to the Qu’evah. So why did it bother him that a Qu’evah was a possible killer? Why did it bother him that Aiden thought all Qu’evahn women were immoral?

Seppe got up and meandered towards the cleansing station. He stepped in and the sonic waves disintegrated the dirt and sweat that had built up since yesterday. He felt invigorated. By the time he was finished he almost felt alive and ready to face the dreadful task ahead of him. He absent-mindedly turned on the holo-visioner and caught the end of a news story about last night’s murder. He winced when he heard his name mentioned as one of the detectives. He didn’t like anyone seeing him or hearing about him on the holo-visioner. He was afraid other members of the tribe who knew him in his previous life would try to contact him and reveal his Qu’evah roots. He didn’t know what would happen if Aiden found out, let alone the police department. That would be very dangerous now, especially since they were trying to downsize given the absence of criminal activity until last night.

He snarled and turned away from the holo-visioner as he moved towards his kitchen, really a kitchenette. He pulled a couple of granck eggs from the refrigerator and laid them down while he pulled out his fry pan. He preferred the granck eggs because they had a slight nutty flavor that warconk eggs didn’t have. While the eggs were frying he kept wrestling with the thought of how to communicate with his patron. He knew that patron would try to pull him back into the workings of the tribe. Seppe wondered why his patron couldn’t just let him live his own life. “Oh well,” he sighed to himself, “I’m going to have to put up with his attempts so I can solve this case.” He ate his eggs silently and put the dishes on the counter. He was going to need to clean some dishes tonight in the sonic sanitizer he realized when he saw that he was running out of clean dishes. “OK,” he thought. “I might as well get this over with and contact patron to see if we can get together.”

He walked reluctantly to the communicator, put it on voice mode and told the communicator to establish contact with patron. The connection was made and Seppe heard his patron’s voice: “Hello? Who is this?”


Termes stopped walking to the woodshop as his communicator beeped. He looked at Cyret and joked, “I told you I wanted a sign!”

Cyret swatted at him as he walked by and sighed. “What am I going to do with you, you old coot? It’s probably Myung from the assembly. She’ll want to confer with you about the next assembly.”

Termes pushed the two-way communication button and said, “Hello? Who is this?”

Seppe laughed. His patron, gracious as he was normally, still had problems showing that graciousness on a communicator. He answered, “Patron, it is I, Seppe. I need to find a time to meet with you.”

Termes did a double take, and then pushed the speaker button on his communicator. “I’m sorry, that was a bit garbled. Who did you say you are?”

Seppe knew what was happening and all he could do was laugh to himself quietly. Patron was putting the call on speaker so that Matron would be able to listen to their conversation. “I said, ‘Patron, it is I, Seppe. I need to find a time to meet with you.’”

Termes smiled smugly at Cyret. She looked at him and shook her head. Sometimes she wished that the Maker also had a wife who would keep Him from doing things like this. She smiled wryly and held her arms up in surrender. She understood that Termes was sure that this was a sign.

“Seppe, my son!” he exclaimed, “You’re always welcome here. All you need to do is say the word and we’ll welcome you with our arms opened wide.”

“Thank you, patron,” Seppe said stiffly. He was not enjoying this call. “When would be good for you?”

“Two more sunrises and it shall be the day of assembly, my son,” Termes said. “If you come for assembly, then we can talk after.”

Seppe sighed. He knew that his patron would make that suggestion. “That would be acceptable patron. I will see you in two more sunrises.”

If Termes had noted the extreme lack of enthusiasm in Seppe’s response, he was smart enough not to point it out. “I’m grateful my son. Any visit from you is like a drink of cold water on a hot day.”

“Thank you, patron,” Seppe responded. “I will see you in two sunrises.” He clicked off the communicator before Termes could respond and shook his head. He sighed. He really didn’t want to have to see his patron, but…. He pulled the Qu’epic from his pocket and stared at it through the evidence baglet. “If only you could talk, Qu’epic. You could tell me stories and I wouldn’t need to see patron. He sighed again, more audibly, and then started getting dressed. He and Aiden had a long day ahead of them that included a trip to the Ca’suisse zone. He wasn’t worried about the trip, though. He had already taken care of the most unpleasant task of the day.


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Interview with Madeline Dyer – Author of Untamed

Madeline Dyer just re-released her breakthrough novel, Untamed, this week and I thought it would be interesting to get to know this remarkable lady. She signed her contract for Untamed at the age of 19. She released her second book in the Untamed Series, Fragmented, in 2016 (with a coming re-release with her new publisher soon), and will be releasing her third novel in the series, Divided, in July of this year. Do not be fooled by her young age. She is wise in the ways of this business and has some great help for people like me. I hope you enjoy getting to know her as much as I did.

Hello Madeline! It’s so great to have this chance to get to know you. Tell me about yourself. What do I need to know about you as a person and as an author?

Hi! So, I’m Madeline, and I live in the southwest of England. I have a strong love for anything dystopian, ghostly, or paranormal, and I own so many books that I’m slightly worried my floor is going to give way. (But you can never have too many books, right?). I’ve got an Honours degree in English from the University of Exeter, and I now write full-time.

Full time! Wow! That’s amazing. Tell me about your writing. What genre do you prefer? What books or stories have you published, or are about to publish? Tell me about your series that you’re working on now.

I’m a speculative fiction writer, and my work has been published by several small presses. My favourite genre within speculative fiction probably has to be dystopian fiction…though I do love fantasy—my Untamed Series (originally published by Prizm Books, and most released by Ineja Press) is a genre blend of dystopian and fantasy elements, and I’d say those books represent me as a writer pretty well.

But I’m also drawn to really dark stories…

I’m currently working on a secret new manuscript and Divided, the third book in the Untamed Series. Divided is scheduled for a July 11th, 2017 release, and at the moment I’m addressing beta-reader feedback. Soon it’ll be off to my editor.

Wow! I’m impressed. I ‘m still dreaming of that day for me. But as a full time writer, you can’t just sit back and enjoy that feeling for too long. It’s time to begin your next novel. Give me an outline of your work process from the beginning of the idea, to the research you may do before (and during) the creative process, the actual writing, the editing, the rewriting up until the day the manuscript is ready for a publisher.

Wow! What a question!

So, for me, I tend to start the whole ‘write a novel’ process as soon as a spark of an idea captures me. I don’t sit on ideas for weeks to let them germinate; I just grab a pen (or my laptop), and go. It’s only when I start writing that I get to know and explore an idea, and so writing a messy first draft is essential for me to actually discover the story and the characters. I literally write everything that comes into my head, and at this point I don’t let myself edit it. I might make a few notes separately, but for me the important thing is actually finishing the first draft. And I usually don’t know the characters truly—or the world they live in—until I’ve written an ending for that first draft.

And then I’m left with a very messy first draft that doesn’t make sense, and that’s full of holes. But this is where my rewriting begins—and frankly, the rewriting is my favourite part of it all. It’s taking my messy draft and making it into something readable. By this stage, I know my characters well—or If I don’t, I do loads of character work on them—and I can also see the manuscript as a whole, rather than just a chain of events that makes up the plot. I can see how things feed into each other, and where the pacing is off, or parts that lack tension.

So, I typically do a huge rewrite looking at structure and all the big issues. It’s here where I nearly always use Blake Snyder’s beat sheet, found in Save the Cat, to help with the structure and to make sure I’ve got all the necessary components. The other thing I look carefully at when rewriting is my main character. His or her voice needs to start coming through now, and the MC (main character) needs to be realistic and believable, needs to have flaws…but the protagonist also needs to be active (and not just reactive). He or she has to make the stuff happen, particularly in the latter part of the manuscript. The MC needs to take charge and make sure she meets her goal.

And that brings me to the MC’s goal… I typically do another rewrite to ensure that my protagonist has a clear goal or something that he or she wants to achieve, and that readers know what will happen if they doesn’t achieve it…what the stakes are. That sort of thing. This then becomes my characterization rewrite where I look really carefully at all my characters and their individual goals and backgrounds—and I make sure that my antagonist’s reasoning for his/her actions is also clear and logical in their head (as the antagonist is also the hero of his/her own story).

By this point, I usually find that my plot is changing a lot and my new draft is vastly different to that messy first draft. It’s more balanced and structured (and any scenes that don’t either move the plot forward or reveal something important about a character are taken out).

Next up, I concentrate on worldbuilding and really making sure that I know every single detail about the world I’m writing, and that readers know enough to understand the world I’m asking them to (temporarily) live in. And this also becomes the editorial round where I do loads of research. Alongside my earlier rewrites, I would’ve made many notes and questions about stuff I need to look up, so here is where I do it.

After this, the manuscript is usually in pretty good shape and once I’m really happy with it, I send it to my beta-readers and critique partners. About four to eight weeks later, I get their feedback and comments, often with loads of suggestions and highlighted parts that they didn’t understand. I then spend the next month or so addressing their comments in a new round of edits and really making sure the manuscript is as best it can be.

Before I query it with acquisitions editors at publishers, I also give it another read for grammar and spelling, and final checks. (But by no means will a manuscript be done, even now—after contracting, I expect to do at least three more rounds of edits with an in-house editor. But at this stage, it’s the best that I can make it.)

Every once in a while, I run into people seem to think that an author just has to write down a bunch of words and put it into a book. Thank you so much for all the details on all the work you do. That’s amazing. To be honest, I’m exhausted just reading what you do. It’s hard to imagine doing that. Seriously, though, I saw that you are involved with the “Lift 4 Autism” project for this year. How did you get involved with this project? Why is it important for you, or any other author, to be involved in projects like this?

I saw a call for submissions for a fantasy anthology raising money for Lift 4 Autism and I signed up to find out more info. I had to give quite a bit of info about myself as an author and my writing credentials—as well as links to my traditionally published works—and a few weeks later I found out that I’d been selected to write for the anthology. My novella, “The Curse of the Winged Wight”, is a gothic fairy tale retelling of the Sleeping Beauty story, and the whole anthology releases on April 1st 2017.

Writing shorter fiction is always something I find challenging (I’m used to writing novels that are around 100,000 words) and I think it’s important for writers to regularly step out of their comfort zones, so that’s why I wanted to be involved. Plus, it’s for charity, and it’s a really good cause. I’ve also become good friends with a few of the other authors involved in the anthology, and it’s always great meeting other authors.

That is a great cause and I want to thank you for being involved in it! Let’s get back to your books. You’ve done all that hard work. The book is published. The reader buys your book. When the reader finishes reading your book, what do you want to happen?

For him or her to buy the next in the series! And for the reader to have liked the book—that’s important! I want my writing to mean something to its readers. And it’s even better if the readers keep thinking about the deeper messages in the novel after they’ve finished the book—dystopian fiction is great for this as so often these fictitious societies interact and engage with today’s world on so many levels.

You’ve probably gotten lots of advice as a writer. What’s the best advice you’ve ever gotten about writing?

Write with your biggest fan in mind, and don’t read your reviews. If you come across a negative review, you’ll pay way more attention to it than you do all your positive reviews together, and it’ll disrupt your writing for days.

That review advice is awesome. I’m afraid I would be very tempted to read those reviews and would let bad ones bother me. So now it’s your time to dispense some advice. Right now, a thirteen-year-old girl who wants to be an author is reading this interview. What do you tell her to inspire her to follow her dream?

To keep writing! Write every day and get into the habit of writing. Even if it’s just a couple hundred words each day, it’ll add up. And no one can tell you that you’re not a writer. You ARE.

There’ll also be some criticism from others when they hear you want to be a writer. But don’t let that put you off. I was told I should be a carpet-fitter by a teacher (yeah, I know!), and that young people never get book deals. But I was 19 when I signed my first book deal with a traditional publisher, so I guess I proved her wrong…

The other thing is, when the time comes to look into publishing routes, research each publisher thoroughly. Unfortunately, there are a lot of scams out there. In short, if someone says you’ve got to pay them to get published (even if they say that you’d be paying for editing or cover art), then run. A legitimate publisher never asks their authors to pay anything, and a publisher should invest their own money in the author’s work.

Great advice! And obviously, there is a lot that an old man like me can get from that too. Writing isn’t easy, you’ve shown us that. What challenges do you face as an author?

I think the unpredictability of a writer’s career is the biggest challenge I face most of the time. You can’t really predict how your earnings will be in a year’s time, and so there’s the constant need to bring out new books. Luckily, I have this burning desire in me to write and I want to write…and write as much as I can. But I often feel like I can’t write fast enough and that I have too many stories inside me that are just waiting patiently in line.

Obviously, you are a full time writer, so selling your books is one joy you get as an author. There are others, I’m sure. What joys do you experience as an author?

My favourite moments are when I get emails from readers who’ve just finished one of my books and they tell me how much they loved a certain character, or what one of the novels meant to them.

So that any readers can tell you these things, what’s the best way for someone to contact you?

You can email me at Madeline [at] MadelineDyer.co.uk or find me @MadelineDyerUK on Twitter, Instagram, or Pinterest. My Facebook page is http://www.facebook.com/MadelineDyerAuthor

Let’s get back to the process. I just realized we left your book at the level of the best you can do. You’re ready for the publisher. Tell me the process you went through to get published, once you finished writing. 

Okay. So, Untamed was my debut novel, but it was the fourth manuscript that I completed. (Writing the others before it really shaped me as a writer, and if I hadn’t stuck to it and written them, I couldn’t have written the manuscript that became my debut. Lots of authors, including me, also believe that you should never publish the first manuscript you write.).

So, when I had completed Untamed, I sent queries off to many agents and acquisitions editors. Quite a few then requested the full manuscript, and at that stage, I got an offer from a publisher. However, at the same time, another publisher offered me an R&R (revise and resubmit) with detailed feedback about how they thought I could improve the book further and make it more gripping and slightly darker. After thinking long and hard, I decided to go with the R&R over the offer, and did another editorial round. Developing the darkness in the book was something that I really loved and I could tell immediately that it had made it better.

When I’d finished the R&R edits, I sent the manuscript back to the acquisitions editor. Ultimately, she decided not to offer on it then as it still wasn’t quite right for her house, even though she loved it (and she wanted to know which publisher it ended up with). But at this point, I had a much stronger manuscript. I started querying again, and within a few months, I had three more offers from publishers who all really wanted Untamed now that it was darker in tone.

And so, aged nineteen, I signed my first book deal and felt really confident in my manuscript.

I would assume that you are getting better in your skills. What do you do to improve your writing craftsmanship?

Read! I’m a firm believer that all writers should keep reading continuously to improve their craft, whether they read fiction or books on the craft. I tend to read more fiction (after all, knowing the current market and what’s popular is important), but I also have a core group of writing craft books that I regularly read alongside when I’m drafting a new manuscript.

Talking to other writers is also important, and I regularly swap passages of manuscripts with other authors. Critiquing each other’s work is so valuable, not only for the one getting the feedback, but also the writer assessing it and making the comments.

Last question. I promise. You began with traditional publishing. Now, because of circumstances, you are moving to independent publishing. Based on what you’ve experienced so far, what are the differences? Would you prefer to stay in a traditional publishing model or are you enjoying the Indie model?

Yes, the publisher for my Untamed Series closed, and when rights reverted to me, I decided to self-publish new editions of the titles to keep the books in print.

I couldn’t keep the formatting, covers, or ISBNs (as these were my publisher’s), but I still wanted my books to look as professional as they can, and so I made a list of all the things that I couldn’t do and that I’d need to outsource, such as cover art, interior design, and formatting.  With my first two novels, they’d already been professionally edited by an in-house editor, so I didn’t have to worry about editing costs–though, I’ll be releasing book three in my series independently right from the start, and I’ve already booked the same editor who edited my first two books in-house to work with me on this, as she now does freelance editing too.

The main difference between traditional and self-publishing is whose money is being invested. With traditional publishing, the publisher is investing their money in the production costs, whereas as an indie, it’s your own money. And so if you’re self-publishing (and if you’re writing for a living) you’ve got to be confident that you can break even (at least) with your books, and early on. That isn’t to say that you should only write for money—I’m a firm believer that you need to love writing (readers can tell if you don’t). But to make it into a career, you also have to see it as a business and understand the market you’re writing for.

So far, I’m really enjoying how much control I get with self-publishing. My cover artist, Molly Phipps, is amazing, and she’s also done the interior design for the ebook and paperback editions, as well as the formatting. I like knowing exactly what’s happening, and setting my own deadlines and release dates. I’ve also decided to set up my own independent self-publishing imprint, Ineja Press, for my Untamed Series, and I’ve bought my own ISBNs rather than use the free ones provided to self-publishing authors via distributor sites. My main reason for doing this is that I still want bookstores to be able to order copies of my books in, and some won’t look at a self-published book if CreateSpace owns the ISBN.

But I’m not ruling out traditional publishing, as both models have their advantages. Some books are better suited to the traditional route, and I’m working on a manuscript now that I’ll be querying soon. For me, starting to independently publish my work doesn’t mean that I’m only going to self-publish from now on. I like what both routes offer, and each can help me reach new readers. And if people are reading my books, then I’m happy.

Madeline, thank you so much for talking with me. You are a great role model for other writers. I have learned a lot and hope that I can use what I’ve learned to do a better job as I prepare for publication myself. Interestingly enough, the book I am working on right now is the fourth manuscript I’ve written. So, we have that in common. Good luck on this new release and for your new projects, including your secret manuscript. That intrigues me. Thank you.

Thank you.


Watch for Fragmented later this month and Divided in July. And don’t forget the Lift 4 Autism project releasing in April of this year.

Here is Madeline’s official Bio and a summary of Untamed (along with links to buy this great book.)

Madeline Dyer lives in the southwest of England, and holds a BA honours degree in English from the University of Exeter. She has a strong love for anything dystopian, ghostly, or paranormal, and can frequently be found exploring wild places. At least one notebook is known to follow her wherever she goes. Her debut novel, Untamed (first published by Prizm Books in 2015), examines a world in which anyone who has negative emotions is hunted down, and a culture where addiction is encouraged. Her second novel, Fragmented, released in September 2016, and will be followed by Divided in July 2017.

About UNTAMED

A fantastic dystopian tale. Highly recommended for fans of strong heroines and intriguing sci-fi worlds.
Pintip Dunn, New York Times bestselling author of the Forget Tomorrow series

As one of the last Untamed humans left in the world, Seven’s life has always been controlled by tight rules. Stay away from the Enhanced. Don’t question your leader. And, most importantly, never switch sides–because once you’re Enhanced there’s no going back. Even if you have become the perfect human being.

But after a disastrous raid on an Enhanced city, Seven soon finds herself in her enemy’s power. Realizing it’s only a matter of time before she too develops a taste for the chemical augmenters responsible for the erosion of humanity, Seven knows she must act quickly if she’s to escape and save her family from the same fate.

Yet, as one of the most powerful Seers that the Untamed and Enhanced have ever known, Seven quickly discovers that she alone holds the key to the survival of only one race. But things aren’t clear-cut anymore, and with Seven now questioning the very beliefs she was raised on, she knows she has an important choice to make. One that has two very different outcomes.

Seven must choose wisely whose side she joins, for the War of Humanity is underway, and Death never takes kindly to traitors.

Buy UNTAMED on Amazon (and it’s $1.99/£1.99 until the end of January 2017!) https://www.amazon.com/Untamed-Book-1-Madeline-Dyer-ebook/dp/B01MS5264O/

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Untamed Re-Release!

Today’s the day!

The new-look edition of Untamed by Madeline Dyer is now out in the world! And, to celebrate, the ebook is only $1.99 on all platforms! Grab it now!

About UNTAMED:

A fantastic dystopian tale. Highly recommended for fans of strong heroines and intriguing sci-fi worlds.
Pintip Dunn, New York Times bestselling author

As one of the last Untamed humans left in the world, Seven’s life has always been controlled by tight rules. Stay away from the Enhanced. Don’t question your leader. And, most importantly, never switch sides–because once you’re Enhanced there’s no going back. Even if you have become the perfect human being.

But after a disastrous raid on an Enhanced city, Seven soon finds herself in her enemy’s power. Realizing it’s only a matter of time before she too develops a taste for the chemical augmenters responsible for the erosion of humanity, Seven knows she must act quickly if she’s to escape and save her family from the same fate.

Yet, as one of the most powerful Seers that the Untamed and Enhanced have ever known, Seven quickly discovers that she alone holds the key to the survival of only one race. But things aren’t clear-cut anymore, and with Seven now questioning the very beliefs she was raised on, she knows she has an important choice to make. One that has two very different outcomes.

Seven must choose wisely whose side she joins, for the War of Humanity is underway, and Death never takes kindly to traitors.

Published by: Ineja Press (January 2017)
Genre: YA dystopian/fantasy/science fiction
Word count: 97,000 words
Print ISBN: 978-0-9957191-0-1
eBook ISBN: 978-0-9957191-1-8

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About the Author

Madeline Dyer lives in the southwest of England, Me (and Bluebell)!and holds a BA Honors degree in English from the University of Exeter. She has a strong love for anything dystopian, ghostly, or paranormal, and can frequently be found exploring wild places. At least one notebook is known to follow her wherever she goes. Her debut novel, Untamed examines a world in which anyone who has negative emotions is hunted down, and a culture where addiction is encouraged. Her second novel, Fragmented, released in September 2016, and will be followed by Divided in July 2017.

The Journey Inward – Chapter 2 ARC

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The Journey Inward

The Journey Series

Bob James

Copyright Bob James 2017

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the eventual publisher of this book. 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales entirely coincidental. 

 

This is Chapter 2 of my book. If you have not read Chapter 1, may I suggest that you read that chapter first. CHAPTER 1 Link

Chapter 2

Aiden and Seppe left the alley and turned towards the bar to question the patrons. A figure emerged from the night time shadows. His eyes followed the two and then glanced back at the murder scene. He had dropped the Qu’epic during the execution and was on his way back to the murder scene to retrieve it when the cops pulled up to the scene. He had observed the whole search process anxiously, hoping that if they found the Qu’epic, they wouldn’t realize its significance. He was puzzled as he watched the one cop pick it up and hide it in his pocket, not telling his partner of his find. In fact, that cop had told his partner that he had found nothing. He wondered why a cop would lie to another cop about finding evidence. He also wondered how such a young cop would understood that the Qu’epic had any significance. Up until now he had killed without fear of discovery. Now he wondered if he had made a mistake that would open the door for the cops to catch him. His previous kills in different kandas around the city were meant to appear random to avoid exciting any attention. This was his first murder since the shipment of the evil ones to Darwinda had been complete. He wondered how that would make the cops respond to his killings. He smiled. He could still outwit these cops. “They can’t even figure out the obvious clues I leave at each scene,” he said as he laughed derisively.

He backed away and then turned, walking away of the area, hoping that no one had seen him. He had disintegrated the outer clothes he had worn to kill the big tall Ca’suisse, but he knew that some fluids might have made it through the outer clothing and onto the inner clothing. Even though he had taken every precaution, he didn’t want to take any chances of being questioned by the police. He had to control his emotions when he realized that this was kill number five and nobody still had any idea about him or even that all the killings were all the work of one man. He couldn’t resist a smile as he got back to his skimmer.

He knew where the two cops were headed, not that they would get anything at the bar. He didn’t bother to stick around and watch as Seppe and Aiden entered the bar.

The first thing Seppe and Aiden noticed was that the patrons were far from unhappy at being told to wait. In fact, they had started an old fashioned Wesdanian wake. The noise of the music blaring out of the concert box made it impossible to think, let alone talk, and nobody had an empty glass. Seppe decided then and there that it would have been better to question witnesses first, before examining the area, to get clear, sober stories.

Aiden decided to take decisive action. “Quiet!” he yelled. While the customers settled down, the concert box continued blasting its noise. “Shut that thing up,” Aiden growled as he pointed at the concert box.

“Hey wait,” shouted one of the patrons who had wandered close to Seppe. “I paid two credits for that song and I want to hear the whole song!”

Aiden had dealt with people like him before. He looked at him coolly and snarled, “I’ll make sure that you hear it in the lock up if you want. Either shut down the concert box or let me put the cuffs on you while my partner shuts it down.”

The music stopped. Aiden and Seppe tried to hide their smiles when they saw the offending patron displaying the power and connection cords in his hand. “Thank you sir,” Aiden responded. “Now I can concentrate and get finished more quickly so that you can get home.”

“Who wants to go home?” shouted a voice from the back. “We’re enjoying this old Wesdanian Wake! Have a Sufran Ale, officer!” The crowd in the bar laughed and cheered. It was getting loud again.

Seppe shook his head, “Sorry. I can’t drink on duty. But if I really wanted to honor the dead tonight, I would be drinking a Ca’suisse Baltan.”

The noise instantly ceased. Patrons put their glasses down on tables quietly and they looked at the floor. They knew that while the Ca’suisse stayed mostly to themselves, they were known to cause great destruction if one of their own was treated with a lack of respect. They drank their Baltan, actually sipped it with food more than anything else, but eschewed all other intoxicating drinks. They would not take kindly to being told that Grenoj’s death had inspired a drunken revelry. “Have you talked to the Ca’suisse yet, sir?” a nearby voice asked hesitantly. “When you talk to them, please make sure that you tell them that as soon as we heard that is was one of their brethren, we showed great respect.”

Aiden nodded, “We will. You could show even greater respect by helping us find out who did this. Did anyone see a Ca’suisse here in the bar tonight? On your way to the bar? He was about 2.1 meters tall, had a full head of red hair, and a slight pot belly.” He knew the size alone would help pinpoint an encounter with Grenoj since Wesdanians rarely grew taller than 1.7 meters themselves.

No one stepped up. No one disappeared. They stood there without moving. One of the younger patrons tried to pick up a glass but it had grown slippery, and he couldn’t control it as it hit the floor with a loud crash. All eyes turned to the noise just as Seppe asked, “Anyone? Any idea? Did anyone see him on the streets? Did anyone see him anywhere?”

Silence flowed from the gathered bar patrons. The only motion came from those who looked around nervously at the others wondering if they had something to say. Seppe and Aiden walked around the crowd looking for any signs that someone might be trying to hide information. While all the faces were downcast, none seemed to be hiding an acquaintance with the victim. Seppe started to walk towards the bar when he looked at the bartender, stopped, and turned back to look at one of the patrons. He confronted him. “Are you sure you don’t know any Ca’suisse? Does the name Grenoj ring any bells?” He stopped the interrogation and looked back at Aiden, “Can you talk to the bartender? I want to talk with this guy. I have a hunch.”

Aiden nodded and walked towards the bar. Seppe had never been wrong on one of his hunches. The joke was that one day Seppe would be wrong on a hunch, but that Aiden would be long retired and not be able to enjoy rubbing it in.

Seppe sighed because knew that he would be breaking his “hunch” record. He knew he couldn’t talk to the bartender. He had seen her Qu’evahn tattoo. She would recognize that he was Qu’evahn also, even without the tattoo, and reveal his ethnic identity. That would finish his career on the Wesdanian police force; he didn’t know any other non-Wesdanian on the force. He had worked hard to hide his Qu’evahn identity and he didn’t want to ruin his career on this issue. When he realized that, he grabbed the closest poor shnook and gave him some tough questioning.

Aiden walked back after talking with the bartender expecting to see a triumphant smile on Seppe’s face. Seppe’s hunches were never wrong. Aiden was shocked to see a frown on Seppe’s face. “What?” he mouthed noiselessly.

“It had to happen sometime,” shrugged Seppe.

Aiden clutched his heart and staggered. Seppe shook his head disgustedly, but was silently relieved that Aiden hadn’t even tried to see through his subterfuge. They walked out together and headed towards their police skimmer. The hydraulic door opened as they approached and closed automatically as they got in. As soon as they got in and started the skimmer, Aiden started laughing uproariously. “Oh man!” he laughed as tears started running out of his eyes. Seppe could see his tendrils quivering. “Was that a two-fer for me or what?”

“Whatta you mean, Aiden?” Seppe asked, puzzled at his partner’s attitude.

“First of all, your hunch was wrong. I didn’t think I would live to see that. That means you’re buying the Argarian Ale tonight,” Aiden was almost giddy. “Then, that bartender was totally into me. She gave me her communicator info and told me to contact her any time. If I’m off duty she’ll give me free drinks while she’s working and if I wait for her, well…..”

“Sounds good for you,” Seppe responded.  He waited to see if Aiden would continue with the normal comments about Qu’evahn women.

“Besides, I don’t know if you noticed this, but she’s Qu’evahn. Hot and Qu’evahn. Could it be any better? I hear that Qu’evahn women know some mighty fine tricks!” Aiden was lost in his own little dream world. He didn’t notice the darkening face or the quivering tendrils on his partner.

Seppe’s fought to control his darkening face. He didn’t want to his face to grow so dark that it would reveal his Qu’evahn heritage in his anger. He hoped that Aiden would attribute the color change to anger at being wrong in his “hunch.” He needn’t have worried. Aiden was so busy enjoying the moment that he didn’t notice anything else. On the road back to the station, Seppe started cooling down. He wondered why it bothered him so much that Aiden believed the stereotype about Qu’evahn women. It wasn’t as though he had pride in his heritage. Still it was his heritage and it annoyed him. His color returned to normal as he calmed down, but he knew that he would have to sort out his feelings. He yawned slightly and suddenly realized it was second moon fall as he looked out the viewport of the skimmer. He needed to get home and get some sleep.


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The Journey Inward – Chapter 1 (ARC)

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The Journey Inward

The Journey Series

Bob James

Copyright Bob James 2016

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the eventual publisher of this book. 

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Seppe turned his eyes away from the gruesome scene in front of him and looked up at the moons. “At least it isn’t Sand Season,” he thought. He sighed. Then he turned his attention back to the murder scene. It was one of the worst he had ever seen. The blood was spattered over a trail about 20 meters long and hit the buildings on both sides of the dark alley. The stiff’s head had been thrown under the fire escape of the building on the west side of the alley. The victim’s torso was splayed against the trash cans of the Kroll Rader Bar and Grill on the east. Both legs were cut off at the knees. The right leg was 15 meters to the south of the body, while the left leg was next to the head, as if it had been kicking the head. The left arm was partially amputated and hidden by the torso. The right arm was extended, as if he had seen the attack coming at the last minute and tried to defend himself. Even at night the flies were already gathering around the pieces of the corpse.

Seppe looked over at Aiden. Aiden was handling the shock of the scene as well as he was. He sniffed the air and could tell that Aiden was fighting back the nausea that this scene invited. Aiden looked up and saw Seppe looking at him. “Me too,” he said. “Twenty-five cycles on the force and I haven’t seen anything like this.” He laughed a bit. The irony was too heavy not to. “Here I thought they were getting ready to retire me, and now this. I guess I still have a lunar cycle or two left before they run me off.”

Seppe nodded. “You’re just hard to get rid of, aren’t you? I was hoping I wouldn’t have to put up with you much longer.” Seppe and Aiden were a team. In fact, they were THE team for the Wesdanian dectective force. Neither had stuck with a partner for more than a few lunar cycles until Captain Tengler had put these two together out of desperation. They had clicked and spent the last 8 cycles solving the tougher crimes together. The coming disbanding would put an end to all of that. But for now, they had work to do. When Aiden turned back to his work, Seppe sniffed again. He wanted to make sure that the extra smell he had sensed was a part of the crime scene and not just a passing odor.

It wasn’t. His tendrils quivered as he sniffed again. The odor was stronger. He knew it, but he couldn’t place it. He thought back to his childhood. He shuddered. He knew that he would have to talk to his pater. He frowned and shook his head. He turned back to the body when Aiden interrupted his thoughts.

“Something smells real bad about this,” Aiden growled. Seppe jumped a little and his tendrils stood straight out. Had Aiden seen him sniffing the air? Would he realize….

Seppe laughed nervously, “You got a dismembered man here, of course it smells bad.”

Aiden rolled his eyes, “You always do take me too literally, don’t you Seppe.” He laughed in friendly mockery. “I just meant that as bad as things look, there’s more going on here than meets the eye.”

Seppe laughed back. He was relieved. “Brilliant deduction, Aiden. We have a dead guy in pieces scattered across the alley and you figured out that something was wrong. I thought you were getting ready to retire and now you look like you’re bucking for chief.”

Aiden snarled, “Very funny bright boy. Let me just ask you one question. Who did it?”

Seppe shook his head in amusement. “We just got on the case how would I know who did ….” His voice trailed off as suddenly the depth of that question hit him right in the gut. “That’s right. We don’t have anything to go on.” He paused, and then looked back up in the sky at the silver moon, “All the bad guys are supposed to be up there.” Aiden and Seppe both stared at Dwarinda, the moon that held all the criminals.

Aiden’s comment highlighted the most puzzling part of the case. Half a cycle ago the Congress had arranged to deport anyone who had ever been convicted of a crime, anyone who had been suspected of a crime, and then anyone who might be thinking about committing a crime to Dwarinda. Wesdania was supposed to be free of any type of crime. Yet here they were, staring at the dismembered body right in front of them. Seppe glanced at the head of the corpse. The eyes stared back at him, mocking his naivete.

“It looks like they missed someone, doesn’t it? What do we got to go on?” Aiden asked with a shrug. “Where do we start?”

Seppe yelled back. “Good question.” He kept the odor clue to himself. He had kept his heritage hidden from Aiden so far, he didn’t want to reveal it now. “Perhaps we’d better get busy and see what we can find.”

“Yeah,” Aiden sighed. “What do you want to search: the head or the torso?”

“I’ll take the head,” Seppe said hesitantly. He had a hunch that Aiden wouldn’t mind and he wanted to check out a possible source for the odor.

“I like that idea,” Aiden said a little more enthusiastically than before. “I never did like working where I thought the victim was watching me work. I was always afraid that he would be alive and start talking to me.”

“Trust me, Aiden,” Seppe shook his head, “This John Doe is NOT going to talk to you.” As he turned towards where the head had been thrown he thought, “But maybe I can get him to tell me his story.”

Seppe examined the ground around him as he took each step. He pulled on a pair of rubber gloves as his tendrils quivered to let him know that he might be on to something. He stooped down a couple of meters from the head and examined the ground. He sniffed hoping to catch a scent that was out of place without Aiden noticing. His head swiveled back and forth as he made his way towards the dismembered head looking and smelling to find any evidence.

“Hey Seppe! You’ll never guess what I found!” Aiden called out excitedly. Seppe turned quickly to look at Aiden’s prize. As he turned his eyes caught a glint of light and his nose picked up a whiff of the scent he had been sniffing for.

“Whatcha got?” he yelled taking note of the glint and the smell. Seppe spied the billfold in Aiden’s hand before he responded.

“I don’t think the motive was robbery,” Aiden yelled. “His credits card is here in his wallet.” Aiden pulled out a small card reader and waved it over the credits card. “This guy had more credits than I’ve ever seen! If the guy who knocked him off was looking for credits, he could have lived out a natural life-time on the credits this guy had.”

“So he was rich. Big deal. Did you get a name and address from the card?” Seppe asked impatiently.

“Yep, some guy named ‘Grenoj.’ He lived over in the Zark,” Aiden responded.

Seppe’s countenance clouded over. He couldn’t say it out loud yet, but this looked like a case of tribal warfare that could be brewing. The Ca’suisse who had migrated into Wesdania City after the Revolution had all moved into the Zark. In fact, they rarely left the Zark which made matters even more troubling. “Why would this Grenoj leave the Zark?” he asked himself. As all this passed through his mind, he quickly processed the information and looked at what he could say. “The Zark?” he asked. “Isn’t that where the Ca’suisse live? Is he Ca’suisse?”

Aiden shrugged his shoulders. “I wouldn’t know, now, would I? You’re gonna have to tell me that. Check for the tribal marks on his head and let me know.”

Seppe turned and laughed quietly to himself. It was hard to believe these two worked together so well with all the barbs flying back and forth. Aiden glanced at Seppe and noticed that he was veering off to the right a bit rather than going straight to the head. He shook his head with resignation and turned back to searching the torso for more clues as to who Grenoj really was.

Seppe veered off to check out the source of the glint of light and the aroma he had noticed when he turned to hear what Aiden had to say. He approached the area slowly, eyes sweeping to and fro trying to catch a glimpse of what he was afraid he would find. Then his eyes picked out a gleam from the ground and he slowly approached as if fearful that the object would attack him of its own volition. He reached down quickly and picked up the toothpick sized object, putting it into an evidence baglet and just as quickly concealing it in his coat lest his partner see it. He justified his actions because he knew that few, if any, Wesdanians would understand the significance of the Qu’epic. “In fact,” he thought, “most Qu’evah wouldn’t know of it either.” His father’s endless teachings on the culture and the traditions of the Qu’evah, even the bloody ones, might actually be important now. As much as he tried to hide his heritage, he was sickened that a member of his own tribe might be guilty of such a horrendous murder.

“What did you find?” Aiden called out. He had seen Seppe stoop down but couldn’t see everything he had done.

Seppe broke out of his reverie and breathed a second to regain his composure. He decided that Aiden hadn’t seen him pick up the Qu’epic and told his lie with more assurance than he should have felt. “Nothing. I thought I saw something over here but it was just a piece of trash.” He knelt down again and picked up a tiny piece of silver thread that was near where the Qu’epic had been dropped and showed it to Aiden.

“It’s probably nothing, but why don’t you bag it anyway. You never know,” Aiden said helpfully.

“I don’t think…” Seppe began to contradict him, then faltered as he saw Aiden’s face, “…that’s such a bad idea. You always find clues in the most insignificant places,” Seppe complimented Aiden as he took out another evidence baglet and put the silver thread in there.

He walked slowly to the head and squatted down to examine it. He pulled back Grenoj’s hair looking behind the ears. It didn’t take long to find his Ca’Suisse mark. Next, he checked the neck to see if he could see any Qu’epic marks. He saw the puncture wound just below the jaw and he knew how Grenoj had met his maker; if the Ca’suisse believed in a Maker. He laughed at himself as the prejudices from his old way of life surfaced. Here he was berating the Ca’suisse for maybe not believing in a Maker when he himself chose not to believe in any of the deities, especially the Maker his people believed in.

“He’s Ca’suisse for sure,” Seppe called out to Aiden. Then he anticipated Aiden’s next question. “I wonder what he was doing over in this section of town?” he asked out loud.

“That’s a great question, Seppe,” Aiden nodded. He pointed towards the bar. “Let’s see if any of those bar patrons have any idea what’s going on.”

“Good idea,” Seppe responded. “If nothing else, I’m sure the bartender would love to get those people out of the bar and head home himself.”

Aiden laughed, “You don’t get out much, do you?”

“Whatcha mean?” Seppe asked innocently.

“The Kroll Rader was groundbreaking in letting females tend bar. They have an all-female bar staff, now,” Aiden added.

Seppe was a bit annoyed, “Doesn’t matter if the bartender is male or female. I bet the bartender is ready to go home.”

“True,” Aiden said, a note of triumph on his face. “Let’s go.”


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The Land Beyond the Portal – review

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The Land Beyond the Portal by J. S. Bailey

Laura is seeking to find herself. A bout of injury induced amnesia has left Laura clueless about everything but her first name. Stuck in an old house in the middle of a blizzard, she looks around the house trying to find anything she can about herself. When she gets to the basement she discovers a room below the basement. As she walks into the room an unknown force transports her to a warm summer day in the middle of a pasture.

She is discovered by a young boy who, with his sister, has wandered farther than he should have while exploring. As Laura enters what appears to be a quaint medieval village she begins a journey that moves from trying to discover her own identity to unlocking the mysteries of the village. She is taken in by the village’s benevolent leader,  only to find that many do not see him as benevolent as the rumors start flying about him. The rumor mill appears to be an attempt to replace him. The villagers talk in glowing terms of their deity, but underneath their praise is a strong measure of fear. What happened to the village leader’s boy who disappeared years ago? What happened to his daughter who disappears at the festival in honor of the village deity? As Laura seeks to unlock those mysteries, and prove that the village leader didn’t murder his missing daughter she also has the seemingly impossible task of finding her way back home.

As the book concludes, all of the loose ends are tied together as Laura and the other time travelers lead their friends to discover the truth behind the village deity, the ugly rumors about the village leader and how people are traveling in time. They also discover the location where the daughter had been spirited away, uncover the mystery of the missing son and ultimately who Laura really is.

Bailey sets an amazing web of confusion in this book that ultimately resolves satisfactorily in the end. One of the best messages that I got from this book is the reminder that God is present wherever and whenever you might be. Another time traveler reminds Laura of her love of the true God and under the power of prayer they embark together on some dangerous journeys seeking to solve the mysteries. Some of the people whom Laura thought she could trust turned out to be involved with the evil influence in the land and others turn out to be quite different and more helpful than they first appear.

I really enjoyed reading this book. It has good characterization and the descriptions of the valley where the village is located make you feel like you are actually there. Even more than that though is a story line that draws you in and makes you wonder what will happen next. Once I started reading, I didn’t want to stop reading until I was finished. If you’re looking for a fun read that touches on suspense, hints at the paranormal and even includes science fiction, this is a book you will love.