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A Taste of Mirklin Wood #5   1 comment

This is sort of interesting – finding snippets to share that don’t give away too much of the story.

This scene involves Padraig’s niece Shyla, who will become an important character further in the series. This is sort of her introduction. Enjoy!

 

Front Cover RedInside the town, folk rushed about to secure anything that might be ruined or killed by the storm. Glynn led their clattering way up the broad curving avenue as wind carried a storm of dust over the wall and straight into Shyla’s face. Her horse shied sideways, blowing, as she struggled to get her hair out of her mouth and the dirt out of her eyes. When the tears blinked free, she cast about in mild anxiety, for she didn’t see Glynn or Matryc. The dust formed a whirlwind at the end of an alley. Her gut tightened. This felt … deliberate. Every fiber of her being warned that way lay danger. She stood in her stirrups and spied the towers of the dun in the opposite direction. She’d somehow turned down a side street in the brief time she’d been unable to see. She turned the horse’s head and started upward.

A crack of lightning rent the sky and sent a loud rolling boom through the town streets. Her palfry bolted forward, careening round corners, hooves clattering on the cobblestones. It was dangerous to run a horse like this through crowded streets, but she doubted much that she could settle it, much less control it at the next thunderclap.

Mirklin Wood on Facebook   Leave a comment

Front Cover RedMirklin Wood has its own Facebook page, for those who would like to support it.

https://www.facebook.com/MirklinWood1/

A Taste of Mirklin Wood #1   1 comment

Front Cover RedThe paths were filled with daemons of all sizes and shapes, terrible faces contorted in rage
as one after the other they pressed toward Donyl and Pedyr, swinging their bronze weapons to meet their iron. Calm and rational in this irrational situation, Donyl dealt death as no novice at arms had a right, slicing and parrying, arms burning with fatigue. He understood that they were going to die – that had been a given when they saw the hordes upon the paths — but the man at his back deserved better. Here was a Believer, a follower of the One, who trusted his god to save his soul, but did not expect him to save his life. Oath-sworn to see Donyl to his destination or die in the attempt, Pedyr fought a last futile battle for naught but honor. The citadel is within sight! Could not the Denygal god find it to save this most deserving man? Donyl’s rational mind thought this as his exhausted arms continued swinging his sword upon daemon after daemon, with no stop in sight. God I do not know, please save Pedyr.

An air-rending roar filled the gorge and the daemon host ducked as if expecting attack from on high. A terrified keening rolled along the paths, echoing off the cliffs, as a dark winged shape glided out of the moon light and swept low. Donyl screamed as the enormous claws reached down and plucked him free of the ledge.

And … It Starts   Leave a comment

Front Cover RedI’ve been working away at Mirklin Wood, Book 2 of Daermad Cycle, and it is almost ready for launch. Which means … it’s time for you the reader to get a few tastes of what I’ve been cooking up.

Some of your favorite characters are back. You may find out how I resolved a few of those cliff-hangers. I’m introducing a few new characters. And … well, you’ll have to tune in to find out.

The loose publication date for Mirklin Wood is March 15 … give or take a panic attack or three.

Watch for Kindle Countdown   4 comments

Willow Branch Blue White Recreation CoverThe Willow Branch will be on Kindle Countdown January 2-9.

Pick up at great fantasy at a great price.

It’ll be 99 cents for the first couple of days.

 

 

 

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Mirklin Wood is in edits and picking up beta readers. My goal for publication is March, which probably means it’ll actually be April, but you know, that’s the beauty and horror of self-publishing. If you’re a beta reader and would like to get in on reading a free book and helping to repair some of its flaws, drop me a line at lelamarkham@gmail.com.

And if you’re a fan of the Transportation Project, Objects in View is being written because that’s what I do when I take a break from one series, is work on the other one. I am so excited about what happens to the people of Emmaus when the rain stops, which is where I left them at the end of Life as We Knew It.

And did you know I participated in a Breakwater Harbor Books anthology earlier this year? Check out Gateways and see why I love my publishing group. Lots of great authors with wonderfully realized novel realms to explore. My Pivot of Fate has some great company and tells the real story behind a legend alluded to in Daermad Cycle.

My Thunderclap Has Reached Its Threshold   Leave a comment

I needed 100 supporters to send the Thunderclap. I’ve got 101 with a potential audience of a half-million.

Thanks to anyone who gave it their support.

I wouldn’t object to any other support. It doesn’t hurt the campaign to hit more social media.

Watch for it November 3.Willow Branch Blue White Recreation Cover

A Taste of Murklin Wood   1 comment

The paths were filled with daemons of all sizes and shapes, terrible faces contorted in rage as one after the other they pressed toward Donyl and Pedyr, swinging their bronze weapons to meet their iron. Calm and rational in this irrational situation, Donyl dealt death as no novice at arms had a right, slicing and parrying, arms burning with fatigue. He understood that they were going to die – that had been a given when they saw the hordes upon the paths — but the man at his back deserved better. Here was a Believer, a follower of the One, who trusted his god to save his soul, but did not expect him to save his life. Oath-sworn to see Donyl to his destination or die in the attempt, Pedyr fought a last futile battle for naught but honor. The citadel is within sight! Could not the Denygal god find it to save this most deserving man. Donyl’s rational mind thought this as his exhausted arms continued swinging his sword upon daemon after daemon, with no stop in sight. God I do not know, please save Pedyr.

An air-rending roar filled the gorge and the daemon host ducked as if expecting attack from on high. A terrified keening rolled along the paths, echoing off the cliffs, as a dark winged shape glided out of the moon light and swept low. Donyl screamed as the enormous claws reached down and plucked him free of the ledge.

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