Author Interview: Mary R. Woldering #Tuesdaybookblog

Today I’m fortunate to present Mary R. Woldering author of Children of Stone.

Hi Mary, thanks for agreeing to this interview.

10014489_228282274027119_1981351165_oQuestion 1) What part of the world do you come from?

The United States

Question 2) What do you think makes a good story?

Strong characters and their interaction with each other

Question 3) What inspired you to write your first book?

I don’t recall. I just wrote a story when I was about 14.

Question 4) What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

Chaotic and full of distractions, but I manage.

Question 5) What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

No idea what you would consider interesting or a quirk. I do a lot of research & Googling.

Question 6) Give us the title and genre of your latest book.

Opener of the Sky – Book 3 of the Children of Stone Series.

Question 7) What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book?

That I have very few readers. I think the story is a great one and so do my few readers, but news of the tale is just not spreading.

Question 8) Do you have an excerpt from your current work you’d like to share?

Sure! I preceded it with the blurb.

Children of Stone Book 3 – Opener of the Sky

I had grown fierce and hard
Thrilled by death, torture, blood…
the madness of it when I tasted its warm saltiness
A warrior god.

… from the poem Howl by Mary R. Woldering (as told by Raemkai-2012)

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Marai, a former shepherd, who discovered a fallen ‘star’ and was gifted with amazing abilities by the unearthly Children of Stone, has been separated from those he loves.

Turned sojourner, he begins a desperate mission to find them, but the spectre of wickedness and corruption is never far behind and his journey to wisdom becomes even more uncertain.

While Opener Of The Sky, the third book in the Children of Stone series, is the continuing story of Marai’s magical search for his companions, it is also the story of Maatkare Raemkai, a sadistic shape-changing warrior-prince, whose twisted relationships once propelled him into power, then nearly destroyed him.

Through sorcerous manipulation of the women Marai loves, he has planned his own revenge. The sojourner Marai is just in the way.  Will he be too late to save those he loves or will he welcome them in victory?

In this excerpt from Sokor and Khmenu, Ariennu and Naibe attempt an escape from the clutches of their captor Prince Maatkare one day away from the king’s palace. He, being part wolf/dog tracks them, manipulating them into the very temple where he offers sacrifices. He’s intent on teaching them both a lesson.

(Reader’s note. Ariennu is nicknamed MaMa and Naibe is called Baby, but they are not mother and daughter.) 18+

 

Ari stared at Maatkare Raemkai as he chatted, noticing Deka sat next to her prince oblivious to the surroundings. She had done the same thing in Little Kina Ahna when everyone had lived with Marai.  That much of her personality had not changed. For Ari, Maatkare was much more interesting.

So good looking though. He was even fun to drink with last night before it got to be too much; watching him show off for his men. Ariennu mused, a slight smile on her lips. Maybe not the worst idea in the world, except having to share him. And whatever he did to Naibe this afternoon was uncalled for, knocking her out like that.

She paused, tucking in her thoughts, when she saw the prince glance her way as if he had heard every one of them.

The signal to Naibe was a yawn.

Ari leaned to a servant.

“Where is your privy? My friend and I need to…”

The servant glanced at the priest who spoke to the prince.

Maatkare, his eyes glimmering a little in recognition of something, motioned for an older guard to follow them. He raised a forefinger, then lowered it in a quiet but mystical gesture.

Don’t be gone too long, ladies. His thoughts whispered as he pulled Deka a little closer.

The shaded stall with an open half wall provided just enough room for a person to squat. After a moment, Ari rose and gestured to Naibe that it was her turn:

I’m going to cover myself and stand over you. If you just concentrate on getting to the king and not being seen, I think it’ll work.

She wrapped the prismatic illusion around herself like goddess Nut’s mantle, hugging Naibe up into her arms and slipping away past the guard who paced just a few feet away.

As soon as she reached the causeway to the river, she let Naibe down and dropped the illusion. The two women gasped and then caught their breath, shrinking back into the shadow. Once there, they tried to get their bearings.

“Do you think he saw which way we went?” Naibe whispered.

“No, but we have to keep moving down the river. I’m sure the guard has already told…Oh Goddess…fast. The bastard knows already.”

Ari stopped and crouched with Naibe as guards with bobbling torches erupted from the gate to priest’s house.

“Bring him out here. Stupid bastard let them run off.”

Prince Maatkare.

Storming by.

He whirled as two men dragged the guard who had been set over the women out to the wall near the water in the causeway channel.

Naibe and Ariennu crouched lower, wrapping secrecy around themselves.

“Highness. They used sorcery. Gone in a flash.” The guard pleaded, then accepting his fate, whispered: “Have mercy…”

“I do have mercy on you, because you have served me well.” The prince replied. “And I have mercy on your children.”

The shup sound of a blade striking hard into a body was followed by a groan. A shadow drifted over the three figures who supported the fourth, followed by a snapping sound. It meant the man’s neck had been broken in a quick gesture of mercy.

Ari clapped a quick hand over Naibe’s mouth to keep her from squealing aloud in horror.

“Take our unfortunate old friend to the open edge of the water. He has been given a message for Lord Sebek. What you men will know” the hand gesture again, as if he was imprinting the men with a different story, “is that as he was chasing the women, slipped at the muddy bank and the crocodiles got to him before we could. I will write a message to his family of his noble deeds in my service and award them his pension. Be careful of the crocodiles yourselves. They can be keen on those who break the rules or bear tales.” He grew silent as the guard’s body was carried away.

Ari faded herself into the color of the wall. She couldn’t make out everything the prince was doing but it seemed to be additional ritual gestures, followed by the spiritual howl of a wolf-dog. It grew in piercing volume overtaking Ari’s heart and filling her heart with uncustomary terror.

Naibe’s mouth opened in a silent cry.

Maatkare stopped, as if he noticed, and sniffed the air.

For a moment, Ari thought she recognized the flash of shiny fang teeth in an eerie grin but realized it was an image of warning he had conjured up so that he would appear as a beast before her eyes.

I know you are near, ladies. I can smell your scents. Because you decided to run away, you now see a little more of how I am. I will find you before dawn. I hope the chase will leave me feeling less upset by that time. The prince’s thought voice was calm and unruffled, just as it had been when he spoke to the unfortunate guard. He moved back up the causeway, scenting and searching for them.

As soon as Ari saw he was far enough away to appear the same size as a shabti doll, she silently grabbed Naibe and darted around the perimeter of the priest’s home and into the first entrance they could find that didn’t seem to be part of the building complex.

The path became a shrouded tunnel.

Ari saw two sentries at the open gate entryway.

Another temple, maybe? She thought, hurtling by the men with Naibe in tow. The sentries stirred as if they sensed something, stared at each other, then they closed the gate behind the women who were still moving deeper inside the passageways. Ariennu relaxed, her image becoming visible. She waited with Naibe in the dust and dark, while they caught their breath.

“Killed the guard, the bastard did, just to teach us a lesson. He set the whole thing up, because he knew we were up to something. I don’t even think N’ahab would have done that, goddess curse his soul.” Ari spat at the ground, then pulled Naibe to the left branch of the path when they came to a division.

The new hallway was close and torch lit with paintings on the walls. At intervals there were more paths and arched hollows that became other tunnels, but Ari was certain they would find the way out of the other side at any moment.

A right then another right then a left. Um. She paused to stroke the stone in her brow, hoping to clarify any message her Child Stone transmitted.

Where am I supposed to go? Damn. I’m going to get us lost. She froze. City of the Dead, Sokor. A Labyrinth, and I led us both in here.  She turned to Naibe. “Let’s just try to be calm and quiet. They will help us. They just have to.”

“Um, Ari…” Naibe paused, her hand staying the older woman’s hand. “You do know where you are going don’t you?”

“I just know we have to go deeper in. I can still feel his thoughts, Babe. He’s looking around down here…tracking us. He can smell us. If we keep moving in where the burial boxes are, there are enough of them and dust in the twists. I want his nose confused over what he thinks he smells. He can’t stay past dawn. Sooner or later he’ll have to give up on us and keep moving up the river. He’ll have to leave us.  Then we can get out and get down the river to Our Father Menkaure. If he’s going to keep showing me how he is ‘Prince Dangerous’ and killing people over nothing, we’re not safe. I’ll curse my own soul if I ever let some man kill me, whether he was glorious on his couch or not.”

“I didn’t like it, Ari.” Naibe admitted, just above a whisper.

“No? Really? I thought he was one wild hump! That El of his knew how to seek out every single part in my belly and womb like it was made for it. Mmm…Mmm…I wish I didn’t have to get away. I’m getting another itch for it, just thinking about it working me.”

Ari turned every way she could, realizing the underground complex must have been huge. So far she hadn’t found any two passageways that looked alike.

“With me, he put up a wall over his soul instead of becoming open to me. Devils came out of his eyes the more I sent up my loving to him. He just sucked it out and still gave nothing back. It was as if he was broken and couldn’t love me like a normal man. He could give the pleasure twice over to fill in that missing part and I was screaming for it, but then I couldn’t stop thinking of my Marai and how much I missed the real love he had for me…and then I couldn’t breathe. I fainted.”

“No I saw everything he did when you first came in. Read it off your stone when you were crawling around the cabin floor all shocked. Bastard choked you hard enough to end you and then painted night in front of your eyes…said he would drink your heart for saying Marai’s name to him.” Ariennu stopped walking and sat by the wall where five corridors branched out in the dark.

Now which way? She asked herself.

Naibe shuddered as if she wanted to gag in worry.

Ari she tapped the nearly imperceptible rise in the middle of her forehead just at the top of her nose. “Come on little one… some help here. Show me those little balls of light Marai told us about that led him in the dark to your boat of wonders so long ago, if this is still real…”

“It’s alright MaMa.” Naibe petted Ari’s shoulder.

“Still my fault we’re having to run like this. We should be at the palace soaking in asses milk, not having to get away from someone who’s no better than a slave master.” She saw the small lightened area in one of the corridors. “There. That way. I see those lights, I think. We have to go.” Ari got to her feet and pulled Naibe up.

After a series of twists and turns and more walking, the elder woman slowed, realizing the lights might have been an illusion born of her own fatigue.

 

Push on if you must

Or stay

Or go this way

 

A voice exploded just under her brow. It was louder than the usual whisper-like singing to which she had become accustomed.

“Finally! Ouch, damn. Naibe, watch your step, there’s something back here. I thought it was a wall but there’s something out in front.” She murmured, then felt the lid of a low stone box with some carved object on top.

A Stone box. It’s like my dream when I saw Marai lying dead in that black box somewhere. She felt for the edge for a moment but realized the box in her dream had been plain and slick to the touch. This one was smooth but not as finely polished

“I can feel a draft coming over the top so maybe it’s in front of a hall that leads us out of here the back way.” Ari couldn’t see much in the dark until she paused and became calm enough for her eyes to switch into a kind of night vision.

In the back, a niche containing a platform for offerings. Something furred, broken and wet with gore lay in the dish. Her hands leapt up away from whatever it was as if they had been lightning struck. Atop the lid was a carved image. She felt the shape: Animal. Legs, haunches, muzzle and upright ears of Wepwawet as Guide of the Dead.

She gasped, realizing the irony of the place she had entered with the younger woman. The prince’s words from late last night rang in her ears.

 

I’m the Lord of the Dead by the Blood of Aset…the Lord of the Dead

 

She remembered the revelry of the party, and the way a very drunk Maatkare cried out his howling lament about his ill-fated marriage to the king’s daughter. Women always tryna put a collar on me.

That was the moment she knew she had to get him away from the king’s private area and onto his boat.

Well damn me she thought.

Ari suddenly realized the prince was here on more than business. This was a centering and safe place for the disciples of Wepwawet who presented as a wolf/dog.

He must be from the wolf school with all his skill with a bow, the howling, the…Oh goddess…shape shifting that’s so fast no bones bend or skin stretches…he just is. I led us both to his safe space…He came here to cleanse himself? Our dinner host was his witness while we were cleaning up?

Ariennu sensed something wasn’t right in the tonality of the Children’s voices. Sounds like a man imitating…like…She tensed, all the hair on her arm rising as she heard the great wolf/dog’s panting approach to the opening of the chapel.

The sound of his clawed feet tip-tapped on the hardened earth floor of the path. The panting merged into an evil titter; breathing in the dark; a faint growl that grew stronger and more threatening.

 

Push on if you must

Or stay

Or go this way

Either way leads to pain

You see, I know what they sound like,

Your little friends

These voices in your crystal eye.

 

The black furred hand/paw touched her arm just before it faded into illusion.

“MaMa!” Naibe cried, panting. “He’s finding us. Hide!” Naibe ran around the stone box. This time she grabbed Ari and hid in her cloaking arms. The women clung to each other, wide-eyed and silent. Before the shroud of silence covered them, Ari saw the silhouette of a black wolf/dog thin like smoke. In its place, Ari thought she saw a gold armlet flashing in the slight available light of a distant torch.

Oh. He’s here? She hardened her resolve, crouching and ready to fight.

In the distance, the women heard a faint scampering snapping, growling, yodel-howling, circling and finding the way.

They’re coming Ari. Dogs…He has power over dogs. He’s sending dogs. Naibe grabbed Ariennu harder, as if it would help her gain more invisibility.

I know Baby, I know…the elder woman listened silently for a long time as the sounds circled, grew louder and finally paused outside the room where they had become the most confused.

Footsteps.

Maatkare stood in the doorway, golden wrist and arm bands glimmering in ambient torchlight.

“I know what you tried to do.” He began to pace, trying to seem thoughtful “Maybe I would have done the same thing too if I had been in your situation. But now you’ve caused a good man to die, because you outwitted him with your little trick.”

The sound of dogs growling grew louder.  His thought voice growled too, half human half dog as if he had become one of them.

Easy brothers…he started, then spoke aloud “Perhaps I should let them come at you. They are my trick, Red Sister. See if you like it.” Maatkare’s dark hand swept the air in front of him. Ari sensed an almost-whisper.

Suddenly, black ravenous shadows emptied past him around his torso and over his shoulders; into the chamber pouncing, snarling and biting. Ariennu felt herself knocked back hard by the weight of several animals standing around and towering over her. She shrieked angrily, struggling against their bodies.

“Call them off! Damn you!” she swung, kicked and shoved, but accomplished nothing.

 

“You’re afraid…tsk, tsk…fearless Lady Ariennu…worried by some puppies.”

 

“Am not…get them off me…”

 

“About to soil yourself, you naughty ka’t” he chortled, toeing the threshold and gesturing. “Just a very small sample of what I can do, if you come to annoy me.”

Puppies?  Ari froze, her eyes clearing a little.

The clawing and biting beasts had become gregarious, yipping puppies. They frolicked happily about her prone body then left, heading past the prince and out the doorway as they vanished.

It had been a magnificent illusion.

 

Question 9) What can we expect from you in the future?  

The last 2 books in the series Book 4 “Heart of the Lotus” and Book 5 “The Lake of Memory” plus some spin-offs in other time periods including a Steampunk Crime novella “Miss Hattie and the Hoppers” and an autobiography of sorts. There are other plans in other times and places.

Question 10) What was the best money you ever spent as a writer? 

Createspace covers. They are very professional looking.

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Question 11) How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Mary-R.-Woldering/e/B00OND7QMU/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/dashboard

Website:  Palace intrigue, murder, madness, confusion, bizarre twists and plot turns…dangerous hookups, evil geniuses, punk sorcerers, traitors…

https://www.maryrwoldering.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ChildrenofStone

Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/ChildrenofStoneNovels?ref=aymt_homepage_panel

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Alienation BLOG HOP TOUR #scifi #blogtour

Mackenzie Flohr

Welcome to the Alienation BLOG HOP TOUR.

Please take your seat and strap yourself in, as we take you on an intergalactic tour. You will be amazed, entertained, and educated. Manoeuvre through the cosmos and be astounded at all you see. Hunt down the hidden words that will get you to your final destination where a one-of- a -kind award awaits one lucky traveller.

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You are here to celebrate the release of Alienation, book two of the humorous Sci-Fi series, Starstruck.

Sally Webber’s dream is coming true: Zander is back and taking her out for a night on the town–on a planet hundreds of light years away from Earth.

But when an accident separates her from her alien tour guide, she’s thrown into the seedy underbelly of an insane city where nothing is as it seems. Suddenly lost and desperate to get back home, Sally is willing to do anything to get out, even if it means accepting spontaneous marriage proposals, crashing some fancy parties, or joining what appears to be the space mob.

All she wanted was some decent interstellar pizza, but now it might be the end of the world as evil nanobots and an out of control AI try to take the universe by force, and the only one who can stop them is missing in action. Sally has no choice but to try to stop them herself–if she can stay alive that long.

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Alienation is the fantastic sequel to the hit sci-fi comedy, Starstruck by S.E. Anderson.

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AN INTERVIEW WITH SALLY WEBBER

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The woman before you shuffles uncomfortably in her chair. She’s pulled her light brown hair up into a ponytail, a way to tame her twitchy fingers. It’s only after she’s stopped and put her hands back on her lap, resting them gently on her worn jeans, that they interviewer begins.

Mackenzie: There’s no need to be nervous, Sally. It’s just a fun interview!

Sally: Sorry. It’s just that I have a bit of an anxiety disorder. Even small things, like calling people on the phone, my brain blows completely out of proportion. I know there’s nothing to worry about, but this is an interview, and I’ve never really been interviewed before.

Mackenzie: Maybe you could start by telling us a little bit about yourself? To break the ice?

Sally: Ok, let’s do this. I’m Sally – Sally Webber – and a human. I’m from earth.  I have to start the interview this way, since a lot of my friends aren’t…

Mackenzie: Aren’t what?

Sally: Aren’t from earth. Or, entirely human. I’m not quite sure what they are. They sure look human, but they can do things no other human being can do. Like teleport instantly from one side of the universe to the other.

Mackenzie: And how did you meet these friends of yours?

Sally: Zander I met when I ran him over with my car. He’s fine, really, and no hurt feelings. He was my roommate for a while, after that. Blayde’s his sister. She was separated from him when the car thing happened, but managed to find him.

Mackenzie: And this new novel, Alienation. It tells your story…

Sally: After the incident at GrishamCorp, Zander promised he’d take me to see something off Earth. A bit of a thank you – and a good bye present, I guess? I had to wait two years for him to come pick me up, but he took me to Da-Duhui, an amazing city planet at the heart of the Alliance.

Mackenzie: The Alliance? Who or what is that?

Sally: They’re the closest alien union to Earth. Hundreds of planets tied together by accords. They actually know about earth, but it’s a weird tourist destination, from what I can tell. Wow, look at me, talking about all this like I actually know what’s going on!

Mackenzie: You don’t?

Sally: Heck no. I have no idea! A few hours after we get to Da-Duhui, Zander and I get separated. The pizza betrays me, we get in a bit of a hovercar accident – I’d call that karma – and I get stuck in the Undercity of the planet with no way to reach him.

Mackenzie: Oh my gosh, that’s terrible! How did you escape?

Sally: Now you’re going to have to read the book for that!

Mackenzie: One last question, then. You said it took Zander two years to come back to get you. And then, he loses you in an alien city. Do you resent him for that?

Sally: I’m done answering these questions. I mean, come on, who asks that? He’s my friend! And he… No. We’re through here.

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Follow this exciting blog tour starting at your first stop UrbanHype101 and if you get lost in cyber space, come back to UrbanHype101 for the tour map. There’s something new to read see or hear on each of these stops.

Don’t forget to hunt for that special word and if you find ALL of them, send them to scavengerhunt@bolidepublishing.com and you could win a signed copy of Alienation and a gift pack of unique swag. This contest is open internationally.

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Author Interview: Gina Dewink #Tuesdaybookblog

Today I’m fortunate to present Gina Dewink author of Time in My Pocket.

Hi Gina, thanks for agreeing to this interview.

Question 1) What part of the world do you come from?

ginadewinktimeinmypocketI was born and raised in Minnesota’s heartland, except for a slight detour to Wisconsin for a few years. Think corn fields, hotdish and lakeside cabins. 

Question 2) What do you think makes a good story?

That’s a terrific–and subjective–question. To me, a good story is something that centers around fascinating characters.

Question 3) What inspired you to write your first book?

The first book I completed was in high school, and my inspiration was just the urge to write. I completed two complete novels after that, but I never attempted to do anything with them. Time in My Pocket is technically my fourth novel. I’m not sure why I knew it was different from the others, but I knew right away. I have always been intrigued with time travel. After being a stay-at-home-mom for a year, I was craving time with my creative side again. I was inspired to write this book after I couldn’t find any stories combining my love of old Hollywood with the sarcastic “mom blog” tone I love to read.

Question 4) What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

Oh, there’s no doubt my plate is full! My littles are now 4- and 2-years-old. I’m a part-time stay-at-home-mom with them. I also work part-time as a Communications Manager at an international nonprofit. In addition, I am an active freelance writer for several local magazines and online mediums. Every moment is a chance to compose sentences and scenes in my head. When I’m really working out a scene, I make ridiculous absent-minded mistakes like shampooing my hair twice or driving right past a turn!

Question 5) What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

Ha, maybe that my passion extends to the keyboard. When I was writing the last few chapters of Time in My Pocket, I typed with such gusto that I hammered out 14,000 words in one day, and BROKE our laptop’s spacebar! (And that wasn’t the first time that’s happened…)

Mackenzie: Ha! I can relate to that. I broke the P key on my laptop. I took it into Apple to get it repaired, and alas, broke it again the next day.

Question 6) Give us the title and genre of your latest book.

PocketebookcoverMy debut novel is Time in My Pocket. It is a sci fi time travel adventure that published on September 1, 2017.

The tagline says it all: She woke up in 1947…in someone else’s body.

When a sarcastic mother of two is offered the chance to go back in time through an antique locket’s mirror, she is told she must look past herself. But when she does, she escapes the confines of her (imagined) domestic prison and comes face-to-face with the reality of life in the 1940’s – glamour, communism, smallpox and all. Now she must find a way to return to life before falling through the mirror. Humor, history and sci fi coalesce in this breakout novel, TIME IN MY POCKET.

Question 7) What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book?

I learned so many surprising and wonderful things about the 1940s! But one thing that will stick with me forever is that, if rumors are to be believed, Alfred Hitchcock did not have a belly button. Yes, that’s correct – no navel. Apparently, he had several stomach surgeries and it was removed during one of them.

Question 8) Do you have an excerpt from your current work you’d like to share?

Sure! I feel this little blurb gives a taste of what it would be like being a millennial trapped in the 1940s. Everything would seem so foreign!

She unclipped her nylon stocking and rolled it to her knee. I couldn’t look away. Not just because of my disbelief, but also because her legs were unreal. Like didn’t physically look real. From the land of photoshopped celebrities, I was almost disheartened to see that it indeed was physically possible to have legs that looked that good.

“Great gams, eh?” Sis said to my opened-mouth gape.

“Unreal…”

“This is just her lamplight gig. She’s a professional roller skater.”

I whipped around to face her. “That can’t be real.”

Her laugh was full of glee. “Sure it is. She’s hired to do a choreographed skate around tennis courts, parking lots, lobbies – she’s big in the party scene. Unique, graceful entertainment, wouldn’t you say?”

Question 9) What can we expect from you in the future?  

I’m still actively freelancing for several mediums, but as for another novel – I hope to write another. But we’ll take it one book at a time for now.

Question 10) What was the best money you ever spent as a writer? 

Another terrific question. I hired a cover designer and an interior designer. I would say I am happy with the money I spent on both. They made the book beautiful and real. I feel better having people buy a book they enjoy having on their bookshelf.

Question 11) How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

I’m active on my Facebook author page (https://www.facebook.com/ginadewinkauthor/), as well as on my website (https://ginadewink.com). You can also catch me on Twitter and Goodreads.

Thanks for having me!

Gina

Author Interview: Terry Marchion

Today I’m fortunate to present Terry Marchion author of The Wrath of the Revenant.

Hi Terry, thanks for agreeing to this interview.

Question 1) What part of the world do you come from?

Author pictureI live in the Pacific Northwest, in the Seattle area.  It’s great because we have a little bit of everything up here – city life and culture, but just a few minutes away you can be in the middle of nowhere.

Question 2) What do you think makes a good story?

For me, it’s relatable characters.  The situations can stretch the bounds of believability (as they should), but if the characters aren’t “real”, then it won’t grab the reader.

Question 3) What inspired you to write your first book?

missingyesterdaysIt was my love of serial tv (now I’m dating myself).  I used to watch the old Flash Gordon and Buck Rodgers serials with my grandfather, as well as Star Trek and Lost in Space.  These shows inspired the types of stories I started to write as a kid, which grew into what would become Tremain and Christopher.

Question 4) What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

Work Schedule?  What’s that?  LOL.  I have a day job too, which demands a lot of my time.  So I write when I can.  I usually have a notebook with me so I can write down ideas as they occur to me – then I try to get as much done on the weekends as is possible.  I’m still working on forming a regular schedule for writing.  I hasn’t yet happened, but it’ll come around.

 Question 5) What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I’m not sure I have one yet.  I’ll work on it!!!

Question 6) Give us the title and genre of your latest book.

It’s the third “episode” in my series “The Adventures of Tremain & Christopher”, called “The Wrath of the Revenant”, now available.  It’s a YA science fiction adventure.  This one was a lot of fun to write – I hope it’s as much fun to read!

Question 7) What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book?

That the characters have grown lives of their own.  They have always been real people in my head, but on the page, as I mold the stories, they really come alive.  I think that’s the trick – to let them tell you their stories and you just become the conduit . . . Well, that and I massively underwrite.  LOL

Question 8) Do you have an excerpt from your current work you’d like to share?

Wrath cover“Tremain, this is my . . . father.” She said, indicating the metallic figure.

Tremain cleared his throat, his momentary surprise forgotten.

“He’s seen better days, I would imagine.” He walked over to the figure, examining it from all angles, the silver oval following his every movement. The voice again seemed to come from every point of the compass.

“You do not fear me?”

“I do.” Christopher mouthed, hand in the air.

Tremain paused, glancing over to Christopher, whose eyes were wide as saucers, then back up to the featureless ovular head.

“That would, more than likely, be expected, yes.” He said, continuing his visual examination. “But, as I’ve always maintained, fear is a response to something we don’t understand.” He stood, running his hand through his hair. “I choose the latter.” He came full circle around the figure and paused, placing his hand on his chin and looking up at something on the ceiling, “or is it former? I never could get a hang on those. I’m a scientist, not an English major.” He shrugged.

“And do you understand?” Came the voice.

Tremain’s gaze shifted so he was staring hard into the ovular face.

“Latter. Definitely the latter.” He whirled around to face Alice. “And understanding is far from what I feel right now, so no, at least not yet. I need more information. Alice,” he walked back to the table, where Christopher was still stunned silent, mid chew. “What happened to your father to put him in this state? Not only that, but what sort of technology exists to put a human mind into a . . . a . . .” Tremain snapped his fingers as he struggled to find the correct word. “An automaton?”

“Tremain, there’s something you should know . . .” Alice started.

“She has no information for you. She is nothing but a construct.” Interrupted the voice.

Question 9) What can we expect from you in the future?  

I have more adventures for Tremain and Christopher, that’s for sure – I have at least the beginning of the outline started (in my head) for the next book.

Question 10) What was the best money you ever spent as a writer? 

I would have to say it was buying the first cover. I didn’t want to give it a shot myself as I had no idea what went into a book cover.  After I realized that first cover wasn’t optimal, I started playing and re-designed that one to something that I felt was more in-tune with the tone of the book, then I did the second cover myself.  The cover for my latest book I actually had done from a designer that did a phenomenal job – but without that very first cover, I wouldn’t have known where to even start.

Question 11) How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

I can be found on Facebook – www.facebook.com/TerryMarchionAuthor — also on twitter @terrymarchion and on my web page:  www.terrymarchion.com

I’m always open to read email:  Info@terrymarchion.com 

Book Spotlight: Science Fantasy Romance Duology by Newland Moon

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Rites of Heirdron: book I
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Orbs of Trenihgea: book II
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They poisoned his planet, massacred his people, and violated his mother.
Now, they’re coming for him.A bastard prince, born to a dishonored queen, Zrahnz is the last hope of a dying world. As he struggles to reclaim his legitimacy as a ruler and protect his planet, a debilitating illness threatens his sanity and his life. If he cannot save himself, his planet will succumb to the corrupt intergalactic alliances aligned against them.The irrepressible allure he feels for an Earth-born visitor, Itanya, nearly overwhelms him, yet through her, Zrahnz discovers the secret that can ease the devastating agony of his illness. Could she be the key to his survival and the future of Triaxeyn?

With Q-1 Raydren at his side, and the Oracles’ influence, he uncovers corrupted histories and unscrupulous enemies. If he fails to make a crucial decision, his people and everyone he loves will be destroyed.

Zrahnz is denied his rule, denied his birthright, and denied the one truth that will save his life.

He wasn’t supposed to survive, he wasn’t supposed to fight, and he wasn’t supposed to receive, the RITES OF HEIRDRON

They poisoned his planet, massacred his people, and violated his mother.

Then, they came for him.

After an interplanetary betrayal decimated his world, Zrahnz struggled to protect his people and reclaim his legitimacy as their ruler.

Now, he has received the Rites of Heirdron and vows to defend the Triax planets torn asunder by a corrupt galactic council, and the “shadow whisperers” who have manipulated them all.

With the aid of First Commander Lezayen and his QuNytwanian fleet, Zrahnz must unite the factions that deceived them in the past. The ensuing battle is for more than the survival of Triaxeyn, it’s for the liberation of the galaxy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

~D. Donovan, Midwest Book Review “Rites of Heirdron is a powerful fantasy telling. Its dual focus on changing worlds and hearts moves deftly from personal to political realms. It’s a recommended pick for readers who like their sci-fi spiced with more than light romance, but who want that romance wrapped in the heavier cloak of sacrifice, duty, and life-changing decisions.”

~Romuald Dzemo for Readers’ Favorite “Newland Moon has the gift of integrating strong themes like love, friendship, loyalty, faith, and redemption into a beautiful story in a seamless manner. The writing is flawless, crisp, and tight, with vivid descriptions that capture the intense action excellently.”

Rites of Heirdron Excerpt

Agonized Reality

Zrahnz dove forward and then rolled to the side. His head came up in a flash and lowered again. Clutching the ionic-tazer, he initiated a backward roll and took position behind a rock formation. He had lost track of his partner. After

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 taking a deep breath, he eased around the side of the boulder, noticing movement to his left.

Instinctively, he dropped into a defensive crouch, sending four ionic blasts toward the enemies. He did not wait to check the accuracy of his shots, running to his right and diving behind their damaged shuttle. His breathing was labored as he tried to steady himself.

He noticed more enemies still advancing as he changed position. When he checked the energy level of his ionic-tazer, he had enough power left for only four blasts. He searched for his partner again, tapping the com-tag nestled in his ear. Nothing. How did they become separated? He had trained for this and now he might have gotten his partner either captured or killed.

He ground his teeth at that thought. After taking another deep breath, he counted. Zrahnz eased around and noticed the position of three enemies. He offered a prayer, wiping the forming sweat off his hands onto his uniform. When his count reached ten, he leveled his ionic-tazer, and leapt from his position, shooting.

One and then another enemy dematerialized as his well-aimed shots hit them squarely. His movement never ceased as he concealed himself again.

Zrahnz checked his surroundings and then rested a hand on the three chazrens on his belt. Those he would use only if he had to. The handheld grenades were more effective if an enemy was within twenty meters. It was his hope that his partner was alive, and that together, they could end this.

When he leveled his weapon again, the tremble in his hands was worse than before. He blinked, trying to clear the haze from his mind. Focus, he thought, willing his mind to follow his commands. Please, focus.

His surroundings became a blur as a pain erupted in his abdomen. He clenched his eyes shut, doubling over with the excruciating waves of heat. It felt as tiny molten blades jabbed at his insides. No, please, no.

He heard the blasts echo in his mind and the screeches that accompanied them. He could do nothing; there was only the pain, the confusion, the helplessness.

He screamed, despite his best efforts to remain quiet. He could taste the blood in his mouth from biting through his lip. Another scream escaped him, louder than the last, and then, nothing but white.

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Zrahnz gasped, springing up and reaching for his weapon. His surroundings were still a blur as he tried to scramble to his feet.

“Easy, my Prince, easy,” Raydren said, attempting to lower him again to the ground.

Zrahnz grasped his arm with one hand and delivered a side-chop with the other. When Raydren ducked the chop, he rolled to the side and leapt to his feet, grabbing a chazren from his belt as he did so.

Raydren’s eyes widened. “Training exercise complete. Terminate!” he shouted, diving toward the Prince.

Everything in the dream room faded as Zrahnz thrashed, trying to break free from his tight hold. The chazren he had been clutching disappeared with the rest of the items in the training program.

“My Prince, please, the exercise is over. The pain is over, you’re here with me. It’s only us, Zrahnz, can you hear me? Follow my sound and come back to me, please, come back to me.”

Raydren bit back his emotion, cradling the prince in his arms. His episodes were coming more often and the level of pain was increasing.

“Zrahnz,” he said again. “I’m here with you, I’m here.”

His motion calmed when he heard Raydren’s soothing voice repeat his name. Zrahnz blinked his eyes open, trying to clear the fog from his mind.

Raydren kept one arm wrapped tightly around him and with the other, pulled a subdermal-injector from his belt. He placed it against Zrahnz’s chest, emptying the remaining medicine into his bloodstream.

Zrahnz’s body tensed with the injection and then went limp as the medicine eased the pain and lifted some of the haze filling his mind.

“Ray—Raydren.” The pain and suffering etched the word. “Raydren…help me…please, help me.”

“I’m here with you, my Prince. We’ll find a way, I promise you. We’ll find a way. I’ll never leave you. I’m here.”

Orbs of Trenihgea Excerpt

Space Station E-Alpha-1

The tufted chair collided against the wall as Gil pushed back from the table. “What the hell dob you mean, quarantine? I’m not staying on this damn station!” 

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He pointed an unsteady finger toward Malon, wiping the frothy drool from the corner of his mouth. “That montahn is going to provide the antidote now, or I’ll blast him back to that pungent, black rock he calls a planet.”

When he reached for his weapon, Strand pounded a drab stone on the table, pushing up on wobbly knees. “All of you shut up and sit down! Gil, remove your hand from that 

weapon and think. We can’t return to Earth; not like this. We need Malon’s people to deliver more of the medicine.”

“What do you propose we do, Strand?” K’aht asked. “Are we to sit here and deteriorate while those weishints roam free? I want them dead!”

“Who?” Tryndr asked, his light voice adding calm to the intensity in the room. “Who do you want dead? No one launched an attack against us. It was our own impetuosity and greed that caused this.”

Gil scoffed. “Name it what you will. This was no accident. That shipment was sabotaged.”

“How? That case never left Malon’s possession. Who in elorac do you think would’ve known it contained the means to annihilate and entire planet? Who?” Tryndr said.

Malon sighed, meeting the eyes of everyone in the council chamber. “He’s right. I didn’t tell anyone what I carried. Only two others from my planet knew I had synthesized the enhanced toxin. You were the only ones, other than our allies on Triaxeyn that were aware. Even SO-12 Sydric was only told to rendezvous with us to retrieve more of it.”

“How then? How?”

“I don’t know how.” Malon ran his webbed fingers over the ridges on his skull. “You all witnessed what took place. The vials imploded and released the toxin. Not one vial, all of them, simultaneously. Not even with the most incompetent design should that have been possible. There’s something we’re missing. And if we want to survive this, we’ll stop fighting amongst ourselves and figure it out.”

The room fell silent with only the ragged breathing of each occupant sounding in their ears.

“Brenz.” Gil gasped, pushing back from the table. His eyes darted frantically, back and forth, organizing the assailing thoughts in his mind. “Brenz. His—his com-tag…it malfunctioned toward the end of the meeting and he left.”

Strand nodded. “Yes…yes. Shortly after he left, the vials malfunctioned and released the toxin. Have any of you received a message from him? He should’ve returned the following cycle.”

Viszain’s copper eyes flared. “He hasn’t returned to the station or sent a message.”

“Is his shuttle still in the docking bay?” Strand asked.

“It’s doubtful.” Gil’s said. “I have an associate at the academy on Charznaeyah. I’ll send him a message and inquire about our missing councilmember. If he’s fled the system, we’ll know exactly where to look.”

“Do you think he’d betray us?” Ahorid asked.

“What I know is that he’s the only one of us that didn’t ingest the toxin. When have you ever known him to miss our mandatory meetings?”

“Never.”

“Once I’ve spoken with my associate, I’ll contact the Star Guild and the Order. They’ve taken significant losses. If Brenz has sided with the Triaxeynians, his fate will be as theirs, only worse.”

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Rites of Heirdron Trailer:
https://youtu.be/x1t6V0XgSLU

Rites of Heirdron Prelude (Narrated by Victor Bevine):
https://youtu.be/4slC1MMDAyc

newmoon8Aaron-Michael Hall is an award-winning author residing in Georgia (She uses the pseudonym Newland Moon exclusively for her scifan novels). Aaron-Michael writes classic epic fantasy with a grimdark edge, and science fantasy romance. Since August 2015, she has written nine full-length novels and published five. Her first novel, The Rise of Nazil has won numerous reader awards.

Now, when she is not interviewing indie authors on her Desu Beast Blog, being super mom, wrangling stampeding miniature dachshunds, or managing her 9 to 5, she is interweaving genres, creating languages, and adding just the right edge to keep you turning pages.

Aaron-Michael created the Mehlonii language for her diverse Epic Fantasy series. Along with intriguing characters, multilayered plots, new species, deities, and creatures, the Mehlonii language adds that fantastical element missing from most modern Epic/High fantasy. You can listen to samples of the spoken Mehlonii language on her website’s Mehlonii page.

When asked why she wrote this series, Aaron-Michael simply said, “It needed to be written.”

It is her hope that the readers enjoy the wonders of Faélondul and Ahmezurhran even more than she enjoyed writing about them.

You can contact Aaron-Michael via Email, her Website, Facebook, Google+, YouTube, or Twitter.

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