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The journey draws Eridale deeper into the conflict between the Empire and the rebel Freedom Fighters

Wednesday, June 12th, 2019

 

 

Melanie
is an author, designer, photographer, and flight attendant all rolled into one.
She has told stories all her life and finds her passion in sharing the plots
that spin through her head. She now lives in Portland, Oregon, with her two
dachshund-chihuahua dogs. She loves the beauty of the Pacific Northwest that
feeds her imagination.
When no one is listening, Melanie loves to belt Broadway songs in her living
room and car. Someday she hopes to be on a flight where someone is reading her
book.

 
To
escape capture by Imperial soldiers, 16-year-old Eridale Storm leaves the only
home she’s ever known and drags her younger sister into the wilds of
Mericon—the Empire that formed when America collapsed. Hoping to find safety
with their mother who disappeared when Eridale was three, the girls follow
clues that lead them across the country, but the empire hounds their every
step.

The journey draws Eridale deeper into the conflict between the Empire and the
rebel Freedom Fighters, producing questions about Eridale’s heritage, questions
no one wants to answer.

Caught between the threads of deception, rebellion, and betrayal, Eridale
struggles to find out who she is. The answers she finds could lead the country
back to freedom or shackle them under the imperial throne forever.

This is book 1 of a 4 book series and not a stand-alone book.

 

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Snippet:
The villagers won’t help us. Survival is up to me.
            I take a
deep breath, calming the jitters that twist my stomach. My fists tighten and
release.
“Leah,
bring me Papa’s bow.”
            Her eyes
widen.
“You’ll
be considered an outcast if you hunt.” Her gaze darts to the door and windows.
            “I’ve never
been accepted in this village. I’m different from everyone, honey. Just look at
me.” I motion to my reflection in the mirror, still broken from when the
Opprimere took my step-father.
            My dark,
coppery red hair cascades in a mass of curls from my ponytail down to my waist,
and my steely violet eyes reflect the pain of my situation. No one in the
village looks like me. 

 

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A teenage girl discovers her magical heritage and finds herself facing the might of an evil warlock

Thursday, March 1st, 2018
Grim
Nora and the Secret of the Skull
by
A.M. Albaugh
Genre:
YA Fantasy
278
pages
 
When
Nora Youngblood’s father dies on her sixteenth birthday, it’s the
end of everything she ever knew. But a new journey begins with a
skull-shaped pocket watch – the last gift from her father, a
professor of archaeology. Where did this mysterious trinket come
from, and why would a warlock named Kabos now be hunting her for
it? 

 

 

Nora,
now an orphan, finds protection under a wizard named Malachi, his
handsome apprentice, Aidan, and a brother she never knew she had. As
she learns the truth about her family’s mysterious past, Nora seeks
to uncover the secret of the skull, which leads to both a powerful
and dangerous weapon. With the fate of the skull in her hands, she’s
lured into the hidden world of Dubhgail to combat the treacherous
Kabos – who has kidnapped her brother. Can she sacrifice herself to
save her brother and her friends?

 

 

In
this fantasy novel, a teenage girl discovers her magical heritage and
soon finds herself facing the might of an evil warlock in another
world.

 

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M. Albaugh is an award-winning poet and photographer. She studied
anthropology and communications with an emphasis in film and
television at University of Wisconsin-Madison. Favorite authors
include Hermann Hesse, Dostoyevsky, J.R.R. Tolkien, Marion Zimmer
Bradley, Lao Tzu, Kurt Vonnegut, Knut Hamsun, and Kahlil Gibran. She
also enjoys writing code.
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The silence around us makes my stomach twist…

Wednesday, November 29th, 2017

 

16-year-old Eridale Storm must leave the only home she’s ever known and brave the dangers of the unknown wilds to escape capture by Imperial soldiers.
The only safe place is with her mother, who abandoned her to lead the freedom movement when Eridale was just a child. On her journey, Eridale learns that she holds a key role in the confilct between the Empire and the Freedom Fighters. Her choices could lead the people back to freedom or shackle them under the imperial throne forever.
Can Eridale face the heritage that will define the rest of her life?

 

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Melanie is an author, designer, photographer, and flight attendant all rolled into one. She has told stories all her life and finds her passion in sharing the plots that spin through her head. She now lives in Portland, Oregon, with her two dachshund-chihuahua dogs. She loves the beauty of the Pacific Northwest that feeds her imagination.

When no one is listening, Melanie loves to belt Broadway songs in her living room and car. Someday she hopes to be on a flight where someone is reading her book.

 

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Scot tugs at my elbow, urging me toward another natural passageway that widens into an open space twice the size of the previous cavern. I stare up at the rounded ceiling above my head. The formation appears natural though the six hollowed openings all around the edges do not. Each of the six openings has a man-made desk situated in it, and each opening looks like it serves a specific purpose. Some have computer screens attached to the wall, others have devices that look like strange ear muffs.

Before I can find out more, Scot leads me down the dimly lit hall to the left. With each step my body tenses. If these people aren’t who they say they are, I’m in big trouble. I scan the area, mentally mapping my surroundings and searching for the best possible escape routes. My fingers tighten on my bow. I take a breath to calm the rising paranoia, telling myself that if they were the enemy, they wouldn’t take a chance leaving me armed.

We turn a corner and enter another cavern. This one is more than triple the size of the first. The whole stinking mountain must be hollow. Several levels of openings, each with their own group of busy people, rise above me to the ceiling nearly forty feet overhead.

My mouth drops open, and my eyes dart around the room, trying to take in everything all at once. On one side of the cave, six computers surround a screen similar to the one Melami used to show Leahli and me the information about Mericon. The people at the computers watch the screen intently, accompanied by a low murmur of voices. Opposite the computers I notice a short passage to another room where, at a glance, I make out all sorts of gadgets and equipment.

On the second level people move around dressed in white coats, and I wonder if they are medicine men and women, or doctors as Tolaree’s textbooks termed them. I turn in a circle, craning my neck to see what is on the third and fourth levels, but my limited height hides them from view.

As I turn, the murmur of voices slows and eventually stops. The eerie silence captures my attention. My gaze comes full circle to meet a slightly older but otherwise mirror-image version of myself. Everything from the petite frame right down to the flaming red hair and violet eyes is the same. My mother, Guinolen Storm.

Now that I regard her in person, I notice the subtle differences between us. Her milky white skin is much paler than mine, and her hair is much tamer and more controlled, with a lot less curl. She’s a fraction of an inch shorter than me, and her mouth is heart-shaped while mine is more oval.

The silence around us makes my stomach twist, and I shift my feet.

Guinolen smiles. “Eridale.”

Her smooth voice holds a lilting hint of an accent. As it sounds across my ears, a thousand brief memories assault me. I remember that voice singing softly in the darkness. I remember it crying as well as fighting. I remember it pledging love to Tanier McClough and later telling me I have a sister. Tears spring to my eyes as these memories flood in, momentarily pushing the harsher feelings back. That lasts for about five seconds before all the longing, sorrow, frustration, and anger return with a vengeance. I swallow hard, working to rein in my tumultuous emotions.

My voice is flat and emotionless when I respond. “Mom.”

 

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Somebody—or something—is taking them

Friday, October 20th, 2017
The
Bends
Kane
Montgomery #1
by
Bart Hopkins
Genre:
Supernatural Thriller
 
Marathon
is a quiet little Texas town, and it’s getting quieter.
 Kids
are vanishing, disappearing like tumbleweeds in the desert wind.
 

 

Somebody—or
some
thing—is taking them.


 

 

Action.
Adventure. Romance. Suspense. 
The
Bends
 is
a 
supernatural
thriller
 rollercoaster
ride!


 

 

Recommended
for Fans of Blake Crouch, Stephen King, J.A. Konrath, and Dean
Koontz


 

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TOP TEN AUTHORS I LIKE

I’ve got this bad habit of making Top Ten lists for everything.

Naturally, as a wordsmith, books and authors are two categories I am wholly interested in. You’d think after four decades of life I would have a clearly defined set of favorite authors and books, lined up and ready to go. Except as my tastes change, and I read more books, my TOP TEN AUTHORS list changes, too. Not too much. Just a little here and there. And sometimes I drop someone and then add them right back. Or I find a new favorite and rip through fifteen of their books. The woes of a reader.

Narrowing down favorite books is pretty tough. I’ll do that another time. For now, here are my favorite authors. Drum roll please…

  1.  Charles Dickens

Coming in at #10 is Charles Dickens. While some kids despised being forced to read Dickens in high school, I secretly loved it. Dickens knew how to tell a story, and his writing was beautiful in a flowery, slightly overly wordy kind of way. Word Nerds Unite!

  1.  Nelson Demille

DeMille is one of the top writers in thriller & cop books, which is probably my favorite genre to read since I reached what I loosely call adulthood. The John Corey books are dynamite, especially if you’re into wisecracking and politically incorrect main characters.

  1.  James Michener

Michener was the master of research. He probably should have been named Google. He often traveled to places and did months of research before building a story around the historical facts.

  1.  Lee Child

Two words: Jack Reacher.

  1.  John Irving

I’ve always felt drawn to Irving’s writing. It’s quirky, and sometimes wordy like Dickens, but it’s got this hidden magic that I simply connect with.

  1.  John Grisham

Grisham is just a great writer. Period. The stories mostly revolve around lawyers and the lawyerly life, but hey … it works. Big time.

 

  1.  Robert Parker

I think I stumbled onto Parker at the recommendation of my dad. Once I bit into that first Spenser novel, I ripped through another twenty-five at an incredible pace. And the few westerns he did were the best. I only wish I’d discovered him sooner.

  1.  Harlan Coben

I had the pleasure of meeting Harlan Coben in 2015. What a down-to-Earth guy. I confessed to him that I’d never read one of his books. I only knew of his pending visit to Ramstein Air Base, in Germany, because I was tied into the library through our local writers’ group. He left such an impression that I ran out and grabbed one of his books the next day. Mr. Coben is one heck of a writer.

  1.  Ken Follett

Talk about beautiful, epic stories with history as the landscape. Pillars of the Earth, The Century Trilogy … all I can say is WOW!

  1. Stephen King

Yep, old Stephen King is my #1. He’s a dynamite writer and storyteller, as are the others on this list. So then:  why is King number one, and not one of these other fine yarn spinners? Fair or not, the answer to that will always be partially because he was the author that ignited the fire inside me as a reader, and his stories made me want to write stories of my own so that maybe I could make people feel that same magic.

And there you have it! My personal Top Ten Fave Authors, and probably my favorite top ten of all top tens. They aren’t any better or worse than YOUR top ten authors. Yours are yours, and mine are mine, and what brings author and reader together is something magical that’s different for everyone; it’s a personal affair.

*Honorable Mentions: Bret Easton Ellis, Hugh Howey, Blake Crouch, Donna Tartt, and Charles Bukowski.

Thanks for sharing time with me. Keep reading, world!

~ Bart

BIO
Bart
Hopkins is originally from Galveston, Texas, but has lived all over
the world during his 22 years in the Air Force.

 

 


He
was born in the middle of the 1970s, owned an Atari, and loves 80s
music. He can use a card catalog like nobody’s business.

 

 

Now,
Bart likes to travel, enjoys pretending he’s a photographer, and
shares as much time as possible with his beautiful wife and three
awesome children. They own a Westie Yorkie named Lulu … or maybe
Lulu owns them.

 

 

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Josie’s Dream by Angela Raines

Wednesday, April 5th, 2017
Angela Raines is the pen name of Doris McCraw. Doris is an actor, historian, poet, photographer, and (of course) writer.
After she retired Doris decided to pursue her other dreams. She performs as
Helen (Hunt) Jackson, Katharine Lee Bates, as stand alone historic characters.
She researched and wrote on Karol W Smith, Colorado’s first film commissioner,
and currently is researching the early women doctors of Colorado prior to 1900.
She writes and post haiku with her photographs, five days a week on her
fivesevenfive page.  
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Josephine, Josie,
Forrester FOLLOWS her DREAM and heads to the Eastern Plains of Colorado to be the doctor for the new town of Kiowa Wells. She faces the challenges of not
only being a woman doctor, but earning the trust of the people in and near the
town. Her life is complicated when William Murphy, a lawman, becomes her
patient after being shot and losing his memory. Can these two find the love and
happiness they deserve, despite a threat from the past? Can they get past their
own beliefs about life and love and societies expectations to find the love and
happiness they both deserve?

 

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Passing the alley, Josie heard a soft meow. She stopped,
listened, but hearing nothing, she continued on.
Entering
the lobby, she was greeted with a smile. As she started to sign in, the smile
quickly turned to a frown, then a sneeze. That sneeze was quickly followed by
another three.
“Pardon,”
the clerk said, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his nose.
“How may I help you?” He wheezed, another sneeze taking hold of him.
“I
would like a room,” Josie replied, putting her medical bag on the counter.
“Perhaps I can help you. How long have you been sneezing? Do you feel congested?”
“I’m
not sick,” the man smiled as he sneezed again, “just allergic to cats.”
Looking
around, Josie saw nothing and was preparing to say as much when a soft “meow”
sounded from under her skirt.
Pulling
up the hem, Josie bent down to see a pair of gold eyes look at her from a coat
of dark gray. “How did you get there?” Josie asked. Lifting the small creature
up, she moved to the door. The kitten clung to her shoulder, headbutting her
chin, loud purrs sounding in her ear.
“Well
I’ll be,” the clerk exclaimed, followed by a series of sneezes. “Sure is a cute
one,” he continued when the sneezes abated once again. “No one’s been able to
get that close to it.”
“You
know this because…?” Josie asked.
 
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