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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

#100blogfest

So this is the deal yeah. I am about seven years old and going to a new school for the first time. At the break or play-time, whichever you used to call it, the boys went into one playground and girls into another. Just as a side point, although it was years before my time, the school had an air raid bunker in the playground (although it had a locked door so we never went in there).
So anyway back to the story. In the playground was a really filthy toiler. If it was in this modern era it would be condemned. Well on my first day or so, I went to the toilet and saw this boy. I was in shock. I ran back into the playground to double check and there he was again. How could this be?
Again I went back into the toilet to find he was still in there. It was almost like an episode of Dr. Who or Star Trek where he kept getting beamed from one spot to the other. So I went to this kid in the toilets mumbling my disbelief at what was happening.
He must have thought I was some lunatic. But after he didn't respond to my garbled conversations, I dragged him into the yard to prove my theory. And low and behold I was right - there were two of him. They must have thought I was some weird nutter when in fact I had never seen twins before.
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Thursday, August 11, 2011

Guest Blogger: Ian Fydell


How many of you have ever looked up at the stars and wondered what's out there? I bet many of you have. When I was seven years old my parents took me to see a movie some of you may know. It was a "little" film called Star Wars. I can remember pulling up to my house and when I got out of the car, I lagged behind and stared up at the stars wondering...was there a Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker out there battling for control of the universe? Or were there other forms of life somewhere in space...and that's where it all started for me. Later on in Junior High School, my English teacher would encourage me to continue writing as I did well in creative writing assignments. This was before we had computers at home and I remember handwriting many short stories and sharing them with my teacher and family members. Before I knew it, along came my teen years. Friends, cars and girls took up most of my free time. In my junior year of High School I had met the girl I'd eventually marry. Flash forward a few years and I was working a full-time job, then came children, a house with a mortgage and big responsibilities. Writing was always in the back of my mind, but I never could find the time to write. Unfortunately, one day at my job I was severely injured by a piece of machinery. This injury forced me into a new role...Mr. Mom. It was a tough adjustment going from bread winner to bread baker. It was a stressful time in my life and I was told I should look into a hobby. Playing sports and working out weren't an option because of my injury. One day it hit me! I thought, why not go back to that time when I was a seven year old kid who loved to look up at the stars and dream.

Breathing Space: Book One Of The Exodus Trilogy takes place in the year 2095, and the Earth is in severe ecological decline. Pollutants, wars, deep mantle mining, and everyday disregard for our planet have finally taken their toll, and now earthquakes, droughts, volcanic eruptions, and plagues are regular occurrences. Within a few decades, a century at most, Earth will no longer be habitable. Terraforming and conservation efforts have been ineffective; it's just too late to stop the decline.

The novel's action focuses on veteran Air Force Captain John Lewis, commander of Triton Station, an American space habitat dedicated to sending out probes to nearby stars in an attempt to find habitable new worlds. John is a troubled man faced with a daunting task, plagued by memories of his life back on Earth. Especially haunting are the recollections of his participation in the Third World War, and of those he lost during those dark days.

It takes 17 years, but the quest to find a new Earth pays off: a probe locates a habitable planet eight light years away. The Exodus-class probe transmits a video-feed back to Triton, allowing them to see what it discovers. The new world is teeming with life, including (to their wonder and dismay) a primitive species of aliens who appear to be the builders of a series of amazing pyramidal structures. The U.S. government immediately clamps a tight security lid on the discovery. After weeks of debate, the President and his advisors decide to put together a small advance team to explore the new world and to forge an alliance with its natives.

Given his decades of leadership experience and previous knowledge of the Exodus situation, Captain Lewis is tapped as the team leader. After a brief but intense period of training, the team heads for the new planet, Exodus, in a cutting-edge faster-than-light vessel that appears to have been reverse-engineered from alien technology. After a six-month flight, they arrive to find much more than they'd bargained for.

A malfunction strands them in a sea of tall grass hundreds of miles away from their intended landing site. As they make their way across the plains, they encounter a variety of animals, including intelligent felinoid predators. Eventually the team makes contact with the primitive Toborg, furry hunter-gatherers who appear to have constructed the great pyramids observed by the Exodus probe.
Soon after, they find that they are privileged to make first contact with not just one alien species, but two. The protectors and mentors of the Toborg, the highly advanced Zeta Reticulans, arrive several weeks into their stay. The Zetans are spindly humanoids with large heads, gray skin, and huge almond-shaped eyes who closely resemble the gray aliens of UFO lore. The Zetan spokesman reveals details of humanity's origin and history that were previously unknown to the humans, including the fact that Earth is one of only a number of planets with human populations. Seventy thousand years before, the Zetans saved humanity from a fate similar to the Toborg's. They remain in danger, however: two malevolent alien species, the Skreeeyep and the c'Cassra-fik-pta, plan to invade Earth and enslave Terran humanity. The Zetans are aware of the U.S. government's plan to start colonizing Exodus, and approve of the plan if for no other reason than to save some of the human population from the invaders.

As a parting gift, the alien gives Captain Lewis a pyramidal ark containing various blueprints for more advanced faster-than-light drives and other tools they can use against the invaders. It is during the six-month ride back home that John Lewis discovers that the Zetans themselves aren't all that they pretend to be...
I spent almost a year writing Breathing Space and about three more months of working with my publisher on editing and cover design. After it was all said and done, I was nominated as a finalist in the 2011 Next Generation Indie Book Awards in the Science Fiction/Fantasy category. The Long Island Authors Group recently accepted my application after reviewing my book. I also signed over 200 copies of my book at Book Expo America NYC and made several guest appearances on Scifi talk shows such as, The Kevin Smith Show, Cover to Cover and That Scifi Show. I will also be a guest on the VRO show on 8/24 @ 9pm and from 10/13/11 - 10/16/11 I will sign copies of my book at Comic Con NYC. My dream is to see the pages of my trilogy leap onto the silver screen and entertain moviegoers just as I was entertained when I was a seven year old boy.

I am not a fan of "predictable endings." Why should the guy ALWAYS get the girl...why does the good guy ALWAYS have to win? When reading my trilogy I warn my readers to expect the unexpected. If you'd like to order a signed copy of my novel you can go to my website, www.ianfydellexodustrilogy.com or you can purchase a copy from www.amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com. Feel free to check out the website for news, interviews and more about me. I am also on Twitter: @IanFydell and Facebook: Fans of Breathing Space: Book One Of The Exodus Trilogy. Feel free to contact me, I'd love to chat with you.
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Guest Blogger: Carole Gill


When I was twelve years old, I read Daphne DuMaurier's Rebecca. Over the course of the next few years I read every novel she wrote. That, along with Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights and Charolotte Bronte's Jane Eyre did it.
What was that I hear you ask?
Answer: I was under the hypnotic spell of the gothic romance narrative.
I cried out for Heathcliff along with Cathy. I felt her icy ghost hand reach inside the window to her old room.
I wept with Heathcliff when he opened her grave for he could not bear to be parted from her any longer.
I felt Jane Eyre's love for Edward Rochester, her joy at being at last his bride and her horror of hearing Rochester say at church, "there will be no wedding today!"
I heard his voice call to her during her self-imposed absence and I heard Jane cry out "I am coming, wait for me!" as she hurried to be forever with Edward Rochester.
I felt the second Mrs. DeWinter's terror as she gazed down upon the rocks Mrs. Danver's wished her to hurl herself down upon.
I felt her love for Maxim and her terrible fear that he would never get over Rebecca.
There was no turning back, not ever. Not even when I found that I loved writing and reading horror. Yes, horror!
You see, I joined the two together in my own writing, by taking dark horror and enriching it with gothic narrative!
My novel, The House on Blackstone Moor is a homage to these novels, yet it's storyline is far darker and more intense.
I wish to write gothic romance unlike any that has gone before. My novel has vampirism, madness, obsession, and devil worship in it.
It's told from the point of view of Rose Baines, who comes home to discover her mad, incestuous father killed himself and her family.
This is not paranormal romance with racy bits. This is darkest gothic horror joined with some romance. Romance I feel enriches the tale and makes us care far more about the characters.
Rose survives two madhouses only to come to Blackstone House, a lonely house on barren, haunted moorland. There are hideous secrets in that house and terrible evil within.
There are demons and fallen angels and Satan too as well as a host of vampires including child ones in this tale.
Here is an excerpt:

"I promise I will tell you everything. The only thing I ask in return if for you not to judge me until you hear my entire story.
When I recall that dreadful night I remember it in confusing images and noise. People came and went. Gentle hands touched me trying to soothe away the shock and the agony - voices too, hushed and sad voices, telling me things I could not then understand.
"Go away!"
I probably said that, though I can't be sure.
Lucidity was not my strong point that night. I do recall someone carrying me out of my home to a neighbor's house.
We lived in Notting Hill then moving from Mayfair after my father's illness - more about that later.
The house was on Blenheim Crescent, a respectable residence in a fairly affluent neighborhood. Despite this, the grander environs of Mayfair was much remembered and longed for by my mother especially. My mother who now lay caked in blood in her bedroom in Notting Hill.
"You remember me, don't you Rose? It's Dr. Arliss."
Dr. Arliss? Our physician. Was he there?
"I am sorry Rose, but you will have to go with them."
People can't be left around screaming, you understand, and I am silenced by strong hands. "Come along miss. That's better."
I hadn't the sense to ask where I was being taken. All I can remember is being removed from the neighbor's house.
They explained that I couldn't very well stay in my own home surrounded by the blood-spattered corpses of my murdered family now could I?
They half dragged me down the stairs and out into the icy rain.
"Just get her in . . . "
A woman reached for me. I caught sight of her face; she looked serious though not unkind. "Come along now dear."
Dear, that was nice. I do believe I thank her. Well, I wasn't right in my head was I?
"Where are you taking me?"
So polite, a soft refined voice heard at church socials . Not me. Churches and I never mixed. Of course I would regret that in the future.
"Harry go get the restraints"
Restraints? It doesn't affect me because it's nothing to me, I'm not really there you see. Well, not all the time.
I must explain something. The first hours following the carnage were a blur to me really. I have only come to understand things over time, which is better in a way, so I can tell you my story more clearly.
I dozed, I think. There had been a pinch in my arm earlier and Dr. Arliss telling me he was giving me something to relax me.
the wagon moved - clip clop - down the streets for an indeterminable amount of time, but then stopped. A door opened and other arms reached for me now. "That's right, love, all out."
They were taking me into a building of some sort.
"What is this place?"
I'm not sure if I asked that question, if I was able to. If I was, I know I didn't receive an answer. Someone had me under the arm, one of the men from the wagon. "It's alright."
Why was everyone telling me it was alright when it was the worst time of my life?
We stopped inside a vestibule. A woman looked up from a high desk, not at me. She looked instead at the man who was still holding my arms. "Name?"
He took out a piece of paper, glanced at it and said, "Rose Baines of 22 Blenheim Crescent, Notting Hill."
"Oh! A lady, are we dear?" I started to answer but her words drowned me out.
"Right, put her in with the rest of them."
This is when I started to feel fearful. The rest of them? That didn't sound nice. I needed help - had I been arrested? They didn't think I did it, did they!
I started to struggle, which was the worst thing I could have done.
"Now stop that at once!"
I cried out. "I am innocent please help me!"
They dragged me away then and as they did I caught whiff of ether and disinfectant.
Was I in a hospital? Maybe that was good, it was better than being in a prison.
Why then, if it wasn't a prison did I see a massive gate just ahead in the very direction we are heading?
I saw a surly face along with jangling keys and I heard the sound of locks being opened.
"In here."
It was a smallish room, more like a cage than a room and far too small for the small humanity populating it. A sea of the most miserable and pathetic faces greeted me. Some were holding their sides and rocking back and forth, others were sleeping or crying. One or two were crouched against the filthy walls muttering to themselves in their agitated state.
The realization hit me. They thought me insane.
I cried out yet no one came. "Please, someone!"
The pathetic creatures I found myself with began to repeat my cries. They didn't do it to mock me I'm certain, but it was horrible anyway.
At last I was quiet. I couldn't stand their shrieking and if that wasn't bad enough, most of them filthy and smelled of the street and the gutter.
I was there for a long time I think, crying quietly and dozing too. An attendant came around a few times, mostly to look in at us and then saunter away, immune to protestations or questions, mine included.
I did sleep. I don't know for how long . . .





Due to reader response, I am writing the sequel, Unholy Testament, which is basically a confession by a demon. He takes it upon himself to confess to the one he claims to love all the sins he has committed during his existence.
There is much ground to cover from his beginnings to ancient Egypt and Jerusalem to Dacia, ancient Transylvania, on to the Crusades, the Black Death, Countess Elizabeth Bathory and so on.
The story is told against a backdrop of tremendous tension as nothing can be assumed. There may be no happy ending here or perhaps there is.
After all, what in life is certain?
Please visit my website/blog, and join my Facebook author page, I would love to see you there!
Thank you!

Friday, August 5, 2011

Me & My Ghoulfriends


After I read "How To Date A Werewolf" I was immediately attracted to her books. And Rose Pressey did it again in "Me & My Ghouldfriends"
Larue is the main character, who is the owner of Book Nook a little bookstore she bought from her grandparents in Magnolia Kentucky. She sees & talks to the dead.
Larue is constantly followed by none other Mr President Abe Lincoln. LOL I know right?
Anyways, Larue meets new hunky coffee guy Callahan who is the owner of Full Cup , which is the new coffee shop of course right next door to Book Nook.
She then realizes she has competition, Bitch across the street Brianna wh
o thinks Linkshe can have any man.
She goes on a few dates with Callahan, and knowing he has the hots for her as well, notices something is not right.
He stopped talking to her, his eyes are different, and finds out he has been with Brianna.
Larue and her bestie Mindy spy on her, and finds out she is a witch, and La
rue tries everything she can to save Callahan.
Will she save him? Or will Brianna have her way?
Me & My Goulfriends is on the top of my list fave books, and I suggest you check her out!!!
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