April 23, 2017

#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

Happy Sunday! I hope you'll join me and the other Weekend Writing Warriors in sharing 8-10 sentences from a piece. This is from the first chapter of the first book in the Cargon series. We get our first glimpse through the eyes of someone other than Eve, the shadowy figure.

The servant had just picked up one of the pieces and held it in her hand. His breath caught. Would she put it back? If she did, he would never mention this – except to her. She must know how dangerous it was for her play with those pieces; she would become the lowest of servants, or worse, exiled if she played and lost. Surely, someone had told her. She didn't put it back in the starting position, but made a legal move, demonstrating her knowledge of the game. Glancing his way, she paused before turning and walking away.

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April 16, 2017

#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

Happy Easter!! Hope the bunny's left chocolaty droppings for you (wow, that image is totally disgusting). This snippet includes the last 3 sentences from last week, but it was the only way to get this whole paragraph together, and I think it deserves that.

Eve took a marble piece in her hand and held it tightly. She could feel every edge, every plane. The corners seemed to bite into her skin. Small, it had little weight and yet felt exceedingly heavy, as though she held the world in her hand instead of a tiny piece. Eve placed it on the board in a new position. The movement was monumental. It wasn't simply the start of a game; it was the start of everything. She had put her world into motion. Turning her back on the three-tiered board, she returned to her dorm. From the corner, she noticed someone else in the shadows, not near the kitchen, the direction she headed, but the grand entrance, where the High One had left. Despite being one of the elite, he didn’t address Eve, and she continued on her way.

As I mentioned last week, you can pre-order Honor & Privilege on AmazonBarnes and NobleKobo or through iTunes. If you are inclines, I also have ThunderClap campaign for each release: Honor&Privilege, Duty&Sacrifice and Sovereignty. There's one for Never Say Die too, which releases this week!

April 9, 2017

#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

Great news! I have a release date for Cargon: Honor and Privilege! You can currently pre-order your copy to arrive May 2nd! And the second and third volumes will also release before June. I hope you'll consider picking up a copy. For now, these are my 8 sentences, the same each of the other Weekend Writing Warriors post for your perusal and enjoyment! In the last, Eve had asked about cleaning the board, but instead, she veers in another direction.

Make the most of what she had been given. She wanted to take her first step on a road to a new life, a new place. But she had been ordered to never touch the pieces. Her mind warred with her instincts. As proven in the past, her mind was stronger.
Eve took a marble piece in her hand and held it tightly. She could feel every edge, every plane. The corners seemed to bite into her skin. Small, it had little weight and yet felt exceedingly heavy, as though she held the world in her hand instead of a tiny piece.

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April 2, 2017

#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

Another weekend come and gone. They go by so quickly sometimes. Here's another snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors. All of us participating share 8-10 sentences to give you a taste of our writing.

"Well, child, I have finished for another night. Continue to make the most of what you have been given."
Was that an answer to the question that plagued her today and every day Prince Louis pressed himself on her? Was Eve to take a great leap that would vault her from one world to the other? As one of the elite, the differences in their positions would narrow, allowing her  to tell him exactly how little she sought his attention.
Eve dropped her knees and held herself low when the High One had left the hall. Alone, she turned to the boards, her jaw set.
Make the most of what she had been given.

March 26, 2017

#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

Apologies for not commenting last week. My family has been hit hard by this cold that just doesn't want to cut us a break. I'm sure I'll do better this week! You can find all the excellent participating authors on Weekend Writing Warriors, and I encourage you to do so. Each excerpt is only a few sentences (8-10).

Here's Eve responding to the High One.

Eve longed to ask, "How am I supposed to straddle between two worlds?" Instead she asked her original question, the one that had plagued her since the first night she watched the High One labor at the boards. "Is there no other who could perform this duty? One who understood the importance and took the proper care?"
"There is. I could ask you to do it." The High One chuckled wryly. "It has been done, but the High One who forgets to respect Cargon is destined to soon fall." Eve knew this to be the case, reading several histories about the most drastic changes resulting from the outcome of a single match. "This is the most ... manual of my responsibilities. I find I enjoy it." Her lips curled in a small smile.

March 19, 2017

#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

Being addressed by the High One?! This is a big deal for Eve! Like meeting the president. Be sure to read all the snippets from the Weekend Writing Warriors

"You return." Despite the fact that she spoke to Eve, the servant did not answer. She hadn’t asked a question, after all. "Your studies progress well; I have been apprised." Eve felt her face flush. Bestowing the honor of instruction on her overwhelmed and now she continued to have an interest. "You have a question? Ask." the High One commanded.

March 12, 2017

#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

Sunday is a great day for sharing. You can grab a snippet of so many stories and authors by visiting the Weekend Writing Warriors. Each of us has 8-10 sentences from a work, in progress or published. Mine is from Cargon: Honor and Privilege, the first in a trilogy. I am hoping to release the second edition soon.

Cargon came with powerful consequences. The winner, deemed highly intelligent, took the place of the loser. If the loser came from lower status, he was further shamed and deemed less competent. Likewise, a winner of higher status was further honored and more likely to test those above him. What surprised and frightened Eve was the tendency of spouses to shift with the results as though their status, unchanged, kept them with the elite of that position. The practice, although well documented, made no sense to Eve. For all her intelligence, she would never claim to ‘think’ like the elite.
After dinner, she lingered, watching the High One tend the board. It was strange to Eve that the highest among them would assume such a menial task, but she did the same every night. Eve was gobsmacked when, for the second time, the High One addressed her.

--note: the first was just before Eve started attending classes intended for the Elite.

Unrelated, I have another title re-releasing soon.

What if Ground Hog Day included zombies?
Cassandra survived the zombie apocalypse. She and other young survivors band together to search the desolate city for food, lodging, weapons, and hopefully, more survivors.
On one such rescue mission, the zombies get lucky and Cassandra is their victim. Instead of dying, though, Cassandra wakes up in her own past, days before the outbreak of the virus that turned all the adults to mindless monsters.
She has one chance to stop it all. Well, maybe more than one.