Saturday, June 2, 2012

Giveaway and Book review of Servant of the Goddess

Book Review of Servant of the Goddess Sponsored by Bewitching Book Tours

Servant of the Goddess
Book Four of the Immortyl Revolution

Book Synopsis:

From the ashes of the first battle of the Immortyl Revolution, vampires Mia Disantini and Kurt Eisen set out to build a new Immortyl society.

Trouble arrives in the person of Cedric MacKinnon, a runaway adept of the ancient arts, who brings tidings of upheaval at the chief elder’s court that threatens everything Mia and Kurt have accomplished.

Mia finds it hard to resist when Cedric pledges his service and tempts her with the legendary skills he learned as an Immortyl courtesan.

Facing opposition from both within and out, Mia begins to doubt Kurt is up to the task of leading their followers to his vision of an Immortyl Utopia.

Torn between her loyalty to Kurt and Cedric’s insistence that she is the earthly manifestation of the Goddess Durga and destined to lead, Mia confronts the greatest challenge of her life.

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My Fearful Symmetry
Book Three of the Immortyl Revolution

For nineteen-year-old Cedric MacKinnon, the promise of eternal youth and celebrity sounds like a dream come true.

It becomes a nightmare when a master vampire plucks the boy from the London streets and spirits him away to India. In the fabled ashram of the adepts of the ancient arts, Cedric undergoes the grueling process of training as a temple dancer and courtesan.

With the threat of revolution hanging over court, the chief elder employs the boy he names Shardul in dangerous games of seduction and intrigue.

Hated by the chief’s mistress and abused by those he entertains, Cedric struggles with his vision of a violent destiny that seems to come from Kali herself.

Twilight of the Gods
Book Two of the Immortyl Revolution

Narrowly escaping the implosion of Genpath laboratories, vampires Mia Disantini and Kurt Eisen are on the run from Gaius Lupus, their rival in the Forbidden Science

When Kurt is captured by their enemy and rescued with the aid of feral vampire kids known as sewer rats, Mia witnesses firsthand the charismatic spell her lover casts over these would-be revolutionaries. 

Setting up base in Manhattan, Kurt builds his forces, while independent-minded Mia navigates the minefield of sewer rat politics,which she finds very much a man’s world.  With the threat of war with Gaius drawing ever closer, Mia and Kurt face challenges to their relationship and their freedom. 

Cara Mia

Book One of the Immortyl Revolution

Mia Disantini is a vampire who wants to walk again in the sun.  Enslaved and plunged into the unenlightened Immortyl culture, fiercely independent Mia struggles for freedom. 

Trained as her master Ethan’s “Bird of Prey”, she becomes the pawn of their enigmatic elder, Brovik, in his intrigues concerning the forbidden science.  Cast out into the streets of Manhattan by Ethan, Mia finds love and compassion with Kurt Eisen, who shares her slave status and discontent. 

Together the lovers steal their masters’ secrets and deliver them to Genpath Laboratories.  Duped and imprisoned by CEO, Lee Brooks, Mia calls upon the aid of neuroscientist, Dr. Joe Ansari. 

But Mia and Kurt are hunted for their crime, and time is running out. 

Author Information:

Denise Verrico is a New Jersey native who grew up in Pennsylvania.  She is the author of the Immortyl Revolution urban fantasy series published by L&L Dreamspell.  Denise was chosen as a presenter at Ohioana Book Fair in 2011 and 2012, and her books are part of the collection at the State Library of Ohio. Currently, she’s a member of Broad Universe and two writing groups.  She attended Point Park College in Pittsburgh, where she majored in theatre arts, and was a member of The Oberon Theatre Ensemble in NYC with whom she acted, directed and wrote plays. Denise is a roller coaster fanatic and lives in Ohio with her husband, son and flock of six spoiled parrots.

Excerpt Servant of the Goddess

Sudden shouts battled against the sound of the wind. I peered down the block. Teen-formed Immortyls, sewer rats, closed a circle around a tall male, who held his hands high above his head. From the direction of the wind, I couldn’t yet ascertain this stranger as mortal or Immortyl. Best to investigate. I ran toward the disturbance, wrapping my fingers around the Glock strapped to my hip.

A shrill whistle split the air. Two of the sewer rats lunged for the stranger. He crouched and pirouetted on one leg, letting loose a rapid succession of kicks that knocked his attackers sprawling onto the sidewalk. A rat named Tommy growled and launched himself at the stranger. To my amazement, the stranger leapt high into the air and hovered there for a moment like a falcon before lashing out with both feet. Tommy’s head snapped backward, and he flattened against the pavement. The remaining rats hung back.

The slender figure of a boy maybe eighteen or nineteen touched down and crouched again, poised to strike. No mortal could perform such maneuvers with this speed and agility, not to mention almost ballet-like grace. The Immortyl’s face betrayed raw emotion, indicating he was new to the blood, probably not much older than his form suggested. Eamon, the rat pack leader, drew and aimed a pistol at him. The stranger raised his hands above his head once more.

I gave a sharp whistle for Eamon to stand down. “What’s going on here?”

Eamon lowered the gun and spit on the ground. His forever-twelve-year-old face scrunched up. “We found this one skulking about,” he said. Even after a century and half in New York his speech still gave away his Dublin origins. “Says he’s come from the chief elder’s house.”

The wind kicked up harder. Long, auburn hair whipped about the newcomer’s face. He shivered, hugging an Indian-styled shirt around him. Traces of black kohl and sienna rouge clung to his eyes and mouth, as if he’d scrubbed the paint off in a hurry. The make-up and impractical clothing pointed to origins more exotic than the russet hair and milky complexion suggested. His story sounded plausible. However, the odds that this kid had escaped the chief elder’s compound near Calcutta and made it all the way to New York on his own were unlikely. No slave had ever left there of his own accord.

Kurt had stood trial at the chief elder’s court for inciting rebellion. He’d told me that the chief, Kalidasa, employed state-of-the-art security, as well as vampire-eating tigers. The place was a veritable fortress. Still, there was always a first time, and this newcomer had held his own against Eamon’s band.

I had to admire the kid for standing up to Eamon and his thugs.

The pack leader and I didn’t care much for one another, but he’d fought for Kurt in our recent war with a rival elder. For political reasons, I forced myself to take a civil tone with him. “Did you bother to ask his business before you ordered an attack?” I called to the newcomer, “You--come here.”

The boy lowered his hands and slinked forward. I’d never seen a man move quite like this, with delicacy just brushing the feminine, yet suggesting coiled up, sinewy strength like a jungle cat. Instinct prompted my hand to reach for the Glock concealed on my hip. The kid had danger scrawled all over him in big garish letters.

“Is this true?” I asked.

“I ran away from court,” the boy replied, his speech tinged with a Scottish burr. “I’m seeking refuge here.”

The plaintive tone struck a chord in me. I sized him up again. His winsome looks didn’t belong to the usual brand of vampire assassin, but to a household slave chosen for his decorative value. Still, his swift feet could kill if given the chance. Wouldn’t it be just like Giulietta to send death in such an appealing guise?

“Kurt’s counselor, Chase Powers, can vouch for me,” he continued. “Take me to him.”

“You know Chase?”

“We met in India during Kurt’s trial. He said I’d be welcome here. Please Miss. You have to believe me. I’ve come such a long way and got nowhere else to go.” Desperation filled the spooky, green eyes. They almost glowed, more like a cat’s than a man’s. “There’s probably a bounty offered for my return by now.”

“What did you do?”

“It’s not what I did. It’s what I am.” He held out his hands. Henna tattoos snaked around the wrists and tops, elaborate whirls and spirals. “The marks of my order. I’m an adept of the ancient arts.”

He was an adept? I’d always imagined these temple devotees and de facto courtesans as Indian in origin. I gave the boy a closer look. His clothing had seen better days, but the sinuous way he moved made them a fashion statement. You couldn’t deny the perfection of feature and figure required of his order. He stood out from Eamon’s mangy lot like an emerald in a box of Cracker Jacks.

Book Review:

                When I first started reading this book, I thought it would be another Vampire story.  You know, rebellion in the ranks, fight and bite, drink some blood, make love, happy ending.  And some of those things happen, I mean they are vampire so there is fighting, biting, drinking blood, and making love; however this book is so much more than that.  This book includes a group of people who are discriminated against and who have come to a new land to try and make a better life for themselves (sounds a little like the history my daughter is studying in her American History class right now).  There is also the struggle for equal rights, woman’s liberation, and the struggle to be recognized for more than what you appear on the surface.  Oh, don’t get me wrong, you get all the vampire angst, but so much more.
                I was impressed with the weaving of the story.  The story transcended the genre and was a story I was genuinely interested in as a story line rather than as a gimmick to show off the vampires.  I enjoyed reading about the struggle to fit in and to triumph over the “disease” of vampirism.  I will be interested to read further stories to see how things work out in the end.
                I have not read the first three books in this series, and while it might have given me some background information that I had to ferret out as I went, I was able to read this book as a stand alone novel.  I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.
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Giveaway and Review of The Delaware Detectives

Book Review of The Delaware Detectives Promoted by Virtual Book Tours

Publisher: A Word Fitly Spoken Press
Genre: Middle-grade Mystery
Release Date: March 2012

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Book Synopsis:

What do the following have in common: a muntjac deer, a toilet, and a hairless cat? They are three key factors in uncovering a treasure that may or may not exist. But for Abby and Jamie Patterson, these items are essential ingredients to fulfilling their grandfather's greatest desire. Is the fortune real, or are the siblings following a path to nowhere as set down by an eccentric old woman? The quest is on, and time is running out.

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May 22 - Meet & Greet at VBT Cafe' Blog
May 24 - Reviewed & Interviewed at Books Are Cool
May 30 - Guest Blogging & Review at Loves 2 Read
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June 5 - Guest Blogging at AZ Publishing Services
June 7 - Interviewed at MK McClintock's Blog
June 11 - Interviewed & Reviewed at A Book Lover's Library
June 13 - Interviewed at BK Walker Books Etc.
June 15 - Guest Blogging with Cindy Vine
June 19 - Interviewed at Unnecessary Musings
June 21 - Guest Blogging at Lori's Reading Corner
June 26 - Interviewed at Hardcover Feedback
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Author Information:

Hi! My name is Dana Rongione. (Yes, I know that's a mouthful.) I live in Greenville, SC with my husband, Jason, and my two dogs, Tippy and Mitch.
Having been a Christian for nearly 28 years, I know what it is like to experience both joy in the journey and weariness in well-doing. Currently self-employed as a writer and speaker, I struggle (like many other Christians) to balance the demands of work, family, church, health, chores, etc.
I enjoy all types of writing, but my true joy lies in writing devotionals that will encourage and uplift the weak and weary Christian. This blog, A Word Fitly Spoken, is currently read in over 15 different countries, allowing me the opportunity to spread the message of hope and joy throughout the world. I also have another blog, Song of the Day, that offers the truth of the Word in song.

I currently have three published devotionals and numerous articles in magazines and e-zines across the country. I am available to speak at local ladies' meetings or writers' workshops. You can find out more about me and my ministry by visiting my website at

Book Review:

This is an adorable book.  I loved Nancy Drew and The Bobbsey Twins Mysteries when I was a child and these books are very similar in concept.  The story follows siblings sent to visit with their grandfather over the summer.  They live in a different state and rarely get to visit their relatives so their get to spend their summer visiting “Pop-pop” and getting to know their relatives.

I enjoyed reading about these kids and the situations they get into.  The wholesome values of the book add an additional level of enjoyment.  This is a book that I can easily give to my children, nieces and nephews, and cousins without having to worry that there is something inappropriate for them in the book.

I  give these books 5 out of 5 clouds.

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Friday, June 1, 2012

New Book Blood and Whiskey Promoted by Bewitching  Book Tours
Exciting news you heard here first.  This book now available. Free Giveaway below.

Blood and Whiskey
The Cowboy and Vampire Thriller Series, Book Two

The worst things in life always begin with a phone call. 

Text Box: “Girl on Vampire-Girl Naughtiness”
Here’s one of our favorite reviews from Amazon.  AJBpdx shares the top 10 things they like about Blood and Whiskey:
10. Vampires
9. Cowboys
8. Awesome love story
7. Hot vampires 
6. A consciousness realm called the Meta where Vampires hang
5. Nice nod to Oregon
4. There's a blood farm in it!
3. MacGyver-style weapons
2. Kick-ass female lead with an even more bad-ass side-kick
1. Girl on Vampire-Girl naughtiness
When a young homeless woman is snatched from the streets of Portland, Oregon, she has time to make one terrified call to her uncle Lenny in tiny LonePine, Wyoming. A way-off-the-grid survivalist and paranoid conspiracy theorist, Lenny turns to his best friend Tucker for help. 

But Tucker’s got his own problems, including a vampire girlfriend.

A perpetually broke, down-on-his-luck cowboy, Tucker fell hard for Lizzie, a whip smart, big city girl and hotshot reporter. To everyone’s surprise in LonePine (all 438 of them), she fell hard for him too. 

Their unlikely love is central to The Cowboy and the Vampire: A Darkly Romantic Mystery when Lizzie finds out the awful truth about her dark heritage. Tucker, with a little help from his Dad, Lenny and an overly-sensitive cow dog named Rex, take on Lizzie’s maniacal vampire father and his beautiful consort Elita. It’s a blood-spattered undead apocalypse of terror and tumbleweeds. 

In Blood and Whiskey, the second book in The Cowboy and Vampire Thriller Series, Tucker, Lizzie and the rest of the gang are back with a vengeance. Lizzie is pregnant, with a growing, unquenchable thirst for human blood and trouble on the horizon. The most powerful vampires from the ruling clans are headed to LonePine to test her new powers. If they find her lacking, Lizzie, her growing baby, and all of LonePine will be destroyed — not that it would take very long. 

It’s certainly an inconvenient time for Tucker to take a road trip, but sometimes friendship trumps common sense. With a duffle bag of improvised weapons, he sets out for Portland with Lenny to find the kidnapped girl. They end up in remote Plush, Oregon, where — smack dab in the middle of the sagebrush desert — they uncover a human blood farm run by a fearsome cowboy enemy resurrected from the Old West. His name is Henry Plummer and his sights are set on Lizzie.
As the truth about what they have uncovered dawns on Tucker and Lenny, they rush back to LonePine. The Vampire Illuminati have already arrived, including Rurik, a handsome Russian vampire angling to take Tucker’s place next to Lizzie. 

How far will Lizzie and Tucker go to protect their unlikely love? 

Blood and Whiskey is a story of love, loyalty and loss in the modern American West. With meditations on the nature of good and evil, a new cosmology for vampires — including a meta-consciousness where vampire minds reside between deaths — and a cast of gritty, quirky, realistic western characters, Blood and Whiskey tangles the vampire and cowboy myths into a groundbreaking new “modern gothic western” genre. 

About the authors

Stuff Clark likes: sagebrush, the American West, clouds, whiskey and graphic novels. Stuff he hates: running quarterbacks, drivers who don’t use turn signals and the sound of flip-flops.  
Stuff Kathleen likes: Russian literature, anarchy, martinis, lava and the ocean. Stuff she hates: intermissions, Halloween corn mazes and high-speed vehicular sandwiches. And the Muppets. 

Learn more and stay in touch:

Come Back on June 22 for review of this book and book 1 in series.

Original Art Sketches of characters included.

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Released today! Check out and enter giveaway for Rupture Book One Transhuman Warrior Series By Curtis Hox

New Book Rupture Promoted by Bewitching Book Tours

Exciting news you heard here first.  This book now available.

Book One Transhuman Warrior Series
By Curtis Hox

Genre: YA Dystopian Fantasy

Book Synopsis:

Simone Wellborn is a Transhuman with an attitude. She’s been genetically engineered from birth to be super smart. The problem? All that tinkering her parents paid top dollar for provided a few unexpected results, like an annoying ability to blast telekinetic energy at the worst possible times. She also has another tricky issue: strange entities possess her and, worse, transform her into something dangerous.

Simone's mother sends her to the Sterling School for reject Transhumans. While there, she meets a few other students with similar problems. They’re all Transhumans with dirty secrets. Heartthrob Hutto Toth is a charming gladiator. He annoys Simone from day one, but he’s also a Werebear who accidentally killed a boy in a glad match, and Simone can’t stand how much she likes him. There’s two-foot tall Wally Dorsey, who’s determined to pilot a personalized mech. His best friend,  Beasley Gardner, is a mountain of a young girl with enough muscle to beat up any boy at school, but she’s suffers from a rage disorder. Finally, Simone meets Kimberlee Newkirk, an unassuming Succubus who fears she’ll kill the next boy she kisses.

These defective students find themselves at the center of a deadly conflict when another student, Joss Beckwith, attracts a Rogue Artificial Intelligence, the new power brokers in a society radically changed by science and technology.

The Transhuman Warrior Series tells the story of Simone and her friends as they’re transformed into highly specialized human weapons. They must challenge the increasing power of the Rogues as these enemies push into Realspace with one goal in mind: total domination.

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Book Excerpts:
Simone watched Rigon move to block as much of their sight as possible. What her mother was doing defied the best rational arguments her brother and his techno-bosses could make, so they hid such powers away at all costs, or, in today’s world, used them. Simone hated the fact she was both mesmerized and afraid of her mother, who now grasped two weapons that glowed with amber fire. She had always wanted to be like her, to be able to do the things her mother did. The lords granted Simone limited access to their beneficence, but she had never demonstrated such skills as her mother’s in channeling and summoning. Her mother could call things into being. She was a psy-sorceress, and a highly paid one.

Simone mumbled her mantra of centering as she watched her mother move in a delicate dance that looked like a dramatic performance.

“I am coming for you,” her mother said. Joss was no longer Joss. His eyes had rolled back in his head, and he stood rigid. “I’ve got you now. Send your messenger, you intemperate void beasts.”

Simone backed up; it was dangerous to be so close … to her mother. Joss roared a deep-bellied roar that sounded as if it echoed up from an abyss. He fell to his knees and his neck snapped back so that he faced the ceiling as would a spigot.

“Come on out,” her mother said, her arms continuing the seductive dance with the weapons. “You little pretenders.”

Simone watched Principal Smalls usher the students away from her mother. Simone assumed it was because of her form-fitting, silver Consortium Bodyglove and metallic Mirrorshades, items most of the students ogled and some even asked to touch. Simone also watched Rigon waiting with his team down by the clinic. Keila and Mr. Vaughn had retreated to faculty housing, where the school always kept a few furnished suites for the Association Council.

Ralph and a few other annoyed maintenance guys walked into the clinic to clean it up. She realized everyone’s Friday night was over. Her mother and brother talked briefly, nodded to each other; then Rigon left without a hug.

Here comes the talk, Simone thought, as her mother approached.

Simone crossed her arms and prepared to dig in, expecting a tongue-lashing over her reckless denunciation of Joss as a child of the Dark Void and all that.

Instead, her mother removed her shades and rubbed her eyes. Simone could see the mirror-like reflection behind her irises that meant her optic nerves and retinas had been upgraded. It didn’t dehumanize her, no, but at odd moments, when the light glimmered just right, you’d see two flashes of solid, flat, golden circles looking back at you. For a moment or two, you’d be confused. Were you looking at a human or a machine, or a hybrid? She knew the answer. Her mother and brother and the fortunate others with intellect packages who’d extended their consciousnesses to merge with intelligent cybernetic data systems were the new power brokers in society. Their enemies called them cyborgs and their friends called them Cybertranshumans. They were on the front lines of every important battle being fought in the name of humanity, and her mother, with her own gifts, was one of the most powerful, if controversial.

The vulgar symbol inside the sculpture shifted, no longer solid, but fluid, as if the man’s ass was about to eat himself whole. She felt energized at what was about to happen, feeling the power of her lords swell in her. She mumbled her mantras, began her dance, and readied herself. She would perform her most demanding kata so far, only half of the twelve her mother promised to teach her. She felt herself immune to the travails of the world. Let all the cracks in the universe show, she thought. They won’t matter.


Apple-sized pods began popping out of the fabricator like heated popcorn out of a pan. Each one stuck to something solid like the walls, the ceiling, and chairs. Beasley moved with rapid speed to avoid a barrage of fruit, and one particularly large apple flew between her and Hutto and splattered on the wall behind them. The students all ducked behind a sofa.

Each of the pods transformed into black-irised eyes that looked about the room in random motions. All at once they locked onto Simone in the middle of the room dancing through her psy-kata. The invaders knew their target. Her mother continued her dance. Rigon remained impassive, although he was ready to blast the criminal minds who had shown themselves with enough psychic force to knock down the walls. She knew he’d probably kill everyone in the room, as well, so he’d have to be careful.

Simone was on her own, for now.

A voice spoke from the fabricator: “We are Dominion and Pain and Pleasure. We are Life and Love. Hate and Death. We are All. Young one of the Mind, kneel and worship us, and we will give you our brand.”

Author Information:
About Curtis Hox

A little about me:

I’ve written six unpublished contemporary, literary science fantasy novels in the last decade, all of which I finished and promptly put away. I didn’t even let my wife read one until  this year. (I know, ultra critical and self defeating as hell, but that’s me.) I did rounds of agent hunting with little luck, and since everyone is talking about epublishing, I thought I’d give it a try by writing a series of three YA novels with all the juicy stuff I love from Sci Fi and Fantasy and just have fun with it. I’m also forcing myself to be open to everything that goes along with the business side of marketing  without griping, “Frack it! I just want to write.” So this site will, at first, probably be a bit about process, plus be a place for me to explore ideas related to my projects. Then, if all goes well, a way to market my novels.

As of now, we’ve soft launched Bleedover, a contemporary science fantasy novel I wrote a few years ago. We’re using it to learn the marketing side, while I finish working with an editor on the first three books in my Transhuman Warrior Series, the fun YA novels I wrote last summer. These have all been drafted, with covers. And Rupture (Book One in the Transhuman Warrior Series) is in round two of the edits.

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The Silence of Lir Promotion for New Book

New Book The Silence of Lir Promoted by Bewitching Book Tours


The Silence of Lir
By Mary Twomey
Book 1

 Exciting news you heard here first.  This book now available.  Free on from June 1 to June 5.

Genre: young adult fantasy fiction
Book Synopsis:
Behind the scenes of our spinning earth are keepers of the elements who make sure that tornados don’t destroy cities, fires don’t ravage forests, earthquakes don’t decimate towns, and floods don’t take out humanity. They wrestle with the natural elements to ensure that the world keeps spinning smoothly on its axis. 

Since the beginning of time, the Sun has been fading, and the light that shines on the earth is dimming, causing the elements to be more volatile and impossible for the keepers to control. 

Now they must enlist the help of one man, Finn, to help them bring the light back to the Sun. The keepers war, the North Star steals light from the Sun, and the Moon is in disrepute. The end of existence is coming, and all the while the king, the Moon, Lir, remains silent.

By Mary Twomey
Book Two
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

An earthquake caused by Wren and Satchel’s ill-fated tryst brings forth a prophecy that sends the unrest and the Delegation into a tailspin. Immortals on the earth must be abducted and hidden from the North Star’s greedy grasp.
Vespera’s fury erupts as the Unrest begins to splinter off from the Moon behind her back. Attacks that should be used on the enemy target her supposed allies. Seeds of doubt, betrayal and rebellion begin to sprout in the Realm of the Sun and the Moon, causing division, subterfuge, and deadly attacks.
An evil that was locked up centuries ago is unleashed and let loose on the earth. There are those who fight for unity, those who struggle just to stay alive, those who battle for control, but a few begin their secret plans for a revolt.

The Sword
Book Three
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

What’s left of the Delegation fights to keep the Order with a man down, and the Unrest in hiding. Three keepers work tirelessly to safely harbor the restless immortals, maintain their elements, and counter Red Flame’s insatiable attacks. The Unrest’s light is dwindling as they remain hidden from Vespera on earth.
Close quarters and unstable power lead to tension and confusion as they try to find a way to be helpful to the Order without being taken out in the process.
Henry cares for Satchel’s son, and trains him to follow in his parents’ footsteps by being ready to defend the light at all costs. Lir’s body is located, Vespera rages her search for more power when she cannot find the Sword of Secrets. Somehow Stella winds up in the middle, a girl without a friend suddenly thrust into the spotlight and forced to accept her lot in life, being the voice of truth when no one will listen.
Though she and the keepers try to fight for the light, it is inevitable that they all may soon lose themselves to the darkness.

Book Four
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

Light is being stolen, immortals are waking, wombats are untrustworthy and a dead body are rising. After a long time of wishing they could jump into the battle, the Unrest finally has their day in the Sun. Unfortunately, that day is filled with almost certain death.
Ash comes into his own and joins his parents to fight Vespera and Red Flame. Henry rejoins his own people, only to find that the lair will never be the same again.
Prophecies are unearthed, lives lost, and lines of loyalty blurred. Stella’s body begins to break down slowly, while Lake loses her immortality.
The sword of secrets fights to find its true owner, though none of the keepers can predict the sacrifice that will come. 

Author Information:
Mary E. Twomey lives in Michigan with her husband and two adorable children. She enjoys reading, writing, vegetarian cooking and telling her children fantastic stories about wombats. 

Twitter @shesleepssoftly 

Guest Post from Author Mary E. Twomey.  Thank you for visiting us today.
Getting Off the Couch
My favorite pair of shoes are my Adidas Sambas. They’ve come out with countless variations, but the perfection of the classic footwear can’t be stressed enough. Each pair that I purchase is worn for years until the rubber is so eroded that there are literally holes in the bottom of my shoes (yes, I drag my feet occasionally when I walk).
Much of life is about comfort. It’s a bumpy ride, so why shouldn’t we make every effort to be relaxed? Wait until rush hour is over, buy the cake instead of making it, forego exercise for television, watch the movie instead of reading the book. Before we know it, we’re in a cozy little rut, and we have no idea how we got there.
Some things are good to go easy on. Others present a problem that may take some real effort to solve. My fear is that we get too cozy on our couches. Perhaps we wait too long to stand up and go after what’s truly important to us. Worry and the long list of things that could go wrong build up until we lose sight of our dreams. We turn in the runner’s baton for the remote, the race for the bed.
Saga of the Spheres was my way to challenge myself. Almost anyone can start a book, but am I a finisher? And when I complete a project, my habit is to downplay it, even hide it from others, for fear of criticism. Could I open my mouth and announce to the world that I completed something I enjoyed – dare I say, am proud of?
Then, it dawned on me – people criticize Shakespeare. Shakespeare! I don’t know who these people are, but they exist. And I’ve yet to meet one that I’ve left standing, but there are those who are not fans of J.K. Rowling! Can you believe the state of the world?
Upon the completion of yet another round of editing out the kinks in the Saga, I began to think of the fears I would have to face in order to do justice to the hard work I put in to the series. I would have to (gasp) tell people that I wrote four books. Yep. Sometimes the first step is the hardest.
Next, I would have to (gulp) ask for help. Actually, the second step is the hardest. I pride myself on having a long history of not asking for much help. That pride kept me nice and warm for years until, surprisingly, I found one of my toes dead from frostbite. I’ve learned to ask for blankets instead of clinging to my wholly blanket called self-sufficiency. And, it turns out, it won’t kill you. I never realized such a miracle could happen. I could ask for marketing advice, help building a website, a book trailer, people to pass out flyers, happy retweeters, and more, and no one died. Fantastic.
Another lesser known fear I have is one of public speaking. For anyone who has met me, they will no doubt think this is a joke. I have a decent acting resume, and am in general a fairly talkative person. Being a character onstage is entirely different from being yourself. Having a conversation is not the same as delivering a monologue in which people stare at you, daring you to say something interesting. But, this is the new Mary, and she will not be afraid any longer. So I called up my old favorite English teacher, who shockingly, remembered me, and booked two speaking engagements to talk to his students about writing. Again, I did not faint, throw up, accidentally curse or besmirch the good name of writers.
Saga of the Spheres was the vehicle that brought me to a new appreciation of really putting yourself out there. I learned to write a mythology, market my behind off, ask for help, and engage in public speaking. I can only hope that when your vehicle comes along, you have the courage to throw on your Adidas and fling yourself onto the wagon, no matter how rough the terrain ahead might be. Remember, your friends and family will be there to catch you if you should fall. And if anyone points out the mud on your shoe, give them a friendly little kick to the curb and get back on the wagon. He’ll be in your rearview soon enough.
People will cheer and boo – such is the state of things. However, if you spend your life not moving for fear of making too awkward a splash, you’ll find yourself drowning just so you are not thought a fool. Don’t be that fool.

Mary E. Twomey

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