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 

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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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Author Interview: C H Clepitt #Tuesdaybookblog

Today I’m fortunate to present C H Clepitt, author of a variety of works, including The Book of Abisan and I Wore Heels to the Apocalypse.

Hi, C H, thanks for agreeing to this interview.

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

I’m from Bristol in the UK, famous for the Clifton Suspension Bridge, The balloon fiesta and Wallace and Gromit!

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

Well drawn characters and an exciting story. The characters have to be real for me to enjoy reading it, and I think the situations can be utterly ludicrous as long as the characters react plausibly.

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

It’s a bit corny, but I actually had a very vivid dream, which basically told me the plot of the first four chapters, and it just went from there! My inspirations come from things I feel passionate about, and in recent years my writing has become much more political.

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

A bit erratic! In an ideal world, I would be nocturnal, but as the rest of the humans are not, I am forced out in daylight, but really, I get my best writing done at night. I try not to schedule it, though, as I find it hard to be creative on demand, so I just go with the flow.

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

I guess that I play out entire scenes in my head before writing them. I go for long walks just letting my mind play them out, then I mull them over for days before writing them down. My process takes a while!

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

I Wore Heels to the Apocalypse – satirical sci fi.

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

Badgers make great spirit guides, and all the readers love a badger!

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

I am currently working on the sequel to I Wore Heels to the Apocalypse, and have attached a teaser for you!

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

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Well, I am finishing up edits on Everything is better with a Cape, and hope to have it available for pre-order in less than a month, and am working on a new fantasy book called The Smuggler’s Daughter, which I am currently posting on newsnibbles.co.uk as I write it. The first two chapters are up there. Alongside that, I am working with another author to create a fantasy magazine, we have so much content and I am really excited that people are soon going to get the chance to see it.

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

Reckon my Chromebook! It is so battered now, but it still works better than any other computer I’ve ever had, and I can just carry it around and write whenever and wherever I like!

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

I have a website, chclepitt.com, or I’m on Facebook @CHClepitt or Twitter @BadgersTweetToo. Stop by and say hello, I love meeting new people.

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Book Spotlight: The Blackstar Gambit

blackstargambitGenre: Science fiction thrilling adventure


Book Description

The Blackstar Gambit, book 7 in the thrilling Col Sec series will see Kurt Stryder and Zara Hardy face their most challenging threat to date as they are faced with choices that place millions of lives in the balance. From one side of the galaxy to the other they race to find the truth behind an ancient cult that has spawned an evil so deadly it threatens to destroy the entire Confederation starting with planet Earth. Kurt and Zara learn that the good guys don’t always win and that bad things do happen as they stand by helplessly to watch the Blackstar Gambit play out.

Excerpt

“What have you got for me?” the stocky man asked as he entered the room.

It was a small room, an office really, with a desk at one end behind which the other occupant sat. On the desk was a monitor screen, which held an image frozen in time.

The other occupant, a taller, thinner man pointed to the seat before him on the opposite side of the desk.

“Sit, if you will, and watch,” he offered.

The stocky man did as instructed, the man he had come to see knew he was not a man to trifle with and was aware he was more than a little afraid of him.

Goran Visjic, the stocky man, turned the screen fully so he could see it better.

Thomas Patten sat back and watched as the image on the screen began to play. He had seen the footage several times but was still amazed by it.

The footage was of a fight that had been captured in a nightclub. Not just any fight, this was different, for it was between one man against three much larger men while another stood by watching. The fight didn’t last long, the larger men attacked and quickly overpowered the smaller one, as expected, but then the situation changed and the smaller one took charge. In a display of savage, raw strength, he took the three men out as fast as the eye could see. The most remarkable aspect of the fight though, was something that had only been picked up briefly by whoever took the footage. They clearly did not know what they had witnessed but Patten most certainly did. He had the footage cleaned up and enhanced so that when the final version was shown him his heart almost stopped with excitement. This was what his visitor was now seeing.

The image clearly showed the person who had been attacked in close up just as he reared up from the floor after being pummelled there by the three larger men. The image zoomed in on his face and the cuts and scratches from the earlier skirmish miraculously healed as the footage unfolded. Before the man had flattened the other three, his face was as good as new, it had completely regenerated new skin over the damaged tissue.

“What’s this? Are you trying to pull something over on me here?” Visjic snarled, his lip curling up.

“What you see is actual footage of an incident that was witnessed by clientele of a nightclub. Someone watching this fight thought I would be interested so I acquired it from them,” Patten stated, a smile crossing his thin lips.

“This can be verified?” Visjic asked.

“It can, I have located the person in question and everything is in place for the next phase.”

“What are you offering?”

“I propose to obtain a viable sample of his DNA from which we will extract the means of duplicating this amazing ability.”

Visjic looked at Patten, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated his next move and what it would cost. The super soldier syndrome was the Holy Grail for every military in the galaxy. If Patten had it, he could name his price from anyone. He had to lock this down to him and him alone.

“Is this offer open to me alone?” he asked.

“If you meet my price, if not it might well become an auction.”

“You do not want to make an enemy of me, that would be most unwise,” Visjic threatened.

“You are in no position to make threats Visjic,” Patten said sounding much braver than he felt.

“And you have not even verified this serum yet either. When you have a sample let me know your price and we will negotiate further,” Visjic goaded, sensing the man was not as confident as he sounded.

“I’m sorry, did I say this was open to negotiation, no I did not. You will meet my price or I will go elsewhere. Do you really want your competitors to have this, think of the lives lost if they do?”

Visjic was furious but he knew what Patten said was true. He was entirely at this man’s mercy for the moment, which was something he could not allow to continue. For now though he would have to admit defeat. The battle was not lost, just postponed.

He rose from his seat, took a calming breath and said, “You have three days. If you fail then I’ll go after this myself.”

With a scowl, he turned and left the room.

Patten sat back and relaxed.

Visjic was someone he should not antagonise, for he had a way of exacting revenge for the smallest of slights and he had just been dealt a huge one. Still, if he pulled this off, Visjic would be more than pleased and he would be off his back for good. He was not too happy about the time constraints he had given him but he was sure he could deliver.

He reached forward and turned the monitor towards him. He watched the footage one last time stopping it at a close-up of the man in question.

He looked at the blond hair, the chiselled cheekbones and the cobalt blue eyes that shone with an intense vibrancy he envied.

“Okay, Kurt Stryder, let’s see what you’re made of,” he said at the screen.

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Where to buy the book

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Blackstar-Gambit-Jan-D…/…/ref=sr_1_1…
Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-blackstar-g…/1123886733…
KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-blackstar-gambit-2
iBooks: https://itun.es/us/ki_Kjb.l

About the Author

Iauthor was born in Staffordshire to a working-class family, my father worked down the local mines whilst my mother worked in one of the local Pottery manufacturing factories.

At school, I discovered the joys of reading. I was a big fan of sci fi books but I would read almost anything I could get my hands on. My mother took me to join the local library as soon as I could read and from that day on, if it had words on it, I’d read it.

In the early 70’s there wasn’t much choice where I worked so I ended up in an apprenticeship in screen printing for the ceramic industry.

I’m still in the same trade after a forty -year career but my passion is and has always been writing. After several abortive attempts, I started the Col Sec series around seven years ago, it’s an action adventure series set in the twenty fifth century.

Books by Jan

Books in this Col Sec series

Ronin

Omega

Discovery

Retribution

Extinction

Resurrection

The Blackstar Gambit.

And many more to come…

How to find Jan Domagala 

Amazon page – https://www.amazon.com/Jan-Domagala/e/B004F6BRNO
Col Sec series book page – https://www.facebook.com/ColSecSeriesByJanDomagala/
Col Sec fan group – https://www.facebook.com/groups/752844848143378/
Website – https://jandomagala.wordpress.com
Twitter – https://twitter.com/JDDoubleTrouble