The Seven Deadly Sins of Prologues

Jade M. Phillips:

I loved this post on prologues done by Kristin over at warrior writers. So here I am reblogging it for your enjoyment. :)

Originally posted on Kristen Lamb's Blog:

Image via Flikr Creative Commons, via Mikko Luntiala

Image via Flikr Creative Commons, via Mikko Luntiala

To prologue or not to prologue? That is the question. The problem with the prologue is it has kind of gotten a bad rap over the years, especially with agents. They generally hate them. Why? In my opinion, it is because far too many writers don’t use prologues properly and that, in itself, has created its own problem.

Because of the steady misuse of prologues, most readers skip them. Thus, the question of whether or not the prologue is even considered the beginning of your novel can become a gray area if the reader just thumbs pages until she sees Chapter One.

So without further ado…

The 7 Deadly Sins of Prologues

Sin #1 If your prologue is really just a vehicle for massive information dump…

This is one of the reasons I recommend writing detailed backgrounds of all main characters before…

View original 1,619 more words

Categories: Uncategorized | 1 Comment

A Zombie sneak peek? Oh my!!!

Hello world! It has been WAY too frickin long since I’ve posted and I apologize for my lack of doing so, but it has been a crazy year! I hope everyone is faring well and enjoying their summer. Anyway, I thought while I am busy working on some fun new stuff for you guys to read, I might post a little tid-bit here; a sampler of sorts. Now, this is VIP stuff y’all, I tell you, because the short story I am revealing has not even been published yet! But it will be soon in the very much anticipated post-apocalyptic anthology called ‘Goin’ Extinct’ by the writers of WPaD (Writers, Poets, and Deviants.) Here is our Amazon author page so you can check out all of the other books (proceeds are donated to MS research, a very near and dear cause to me and my family.)

So without further ado, I give you a short story by none other than Jade M. Phillips herself (that would be me…clearly), and it is called Zoila’s Zombie. Mind you, this story is so new and so fresh that this version I am posting had not even been fully edited yet, so please be kind with the comma jokes. Ok. Here goes Nothin…

 

Zoila’s Zombie

by Jade M Phillips

“Hurry Up!” Zoila said, tugging on the chain to urge the zombie along. “The Morgue closes at sundown.” It stared at her blankly with blood-shot eyes. The Zombie’s face was decaying and a small sectiongirlwith arrow of its skin was hanging from its cheek showing the inside of its mouth and a very bad set of rotting teeth.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that! You want to eat, don’t you?”

The zombie moaned in response and began dragging its feet slowly across the dirt, stirring up dust. Zoila and the Zombie headed towards the morgue.

The mortician had been a good friend of Zoila’s parents before they died—before “The Turn”—and would kindly save dead bodies for Zoila’s Zombie to eat. “The Turn,” was what everyone called it, but in all actuality it was a devastating epidemic where an unknown—and very contagious virus—spread like wildfire across North and South America turning anyone infected into a Zombie within minutes. Zoila was one of the lucky few who had survived without contamination.

Arriving at the old brick morgue, Zoila kicked the wooden doors twice making them rattle on their hinges, her hands gripping tightly to the Zombie’s chain. There was a rusty, overhead sign that squeaked as it swayed it the hot breeze. It said: Why Morgue.

“You could say that again,” Zoila snarked as she read the sign.

“Why” was the unfortunate, and yet very fortunate, little town Zoila had grown up in. And it was quite ironic that Why, Arizona: population 116—which was now more like 16—was the only known civilization west of the Mississippi to survive the outbreak. Maybe it was because of the town’s desolation, or maybe it was for the fact that no one really ever knew that Why existed, but the town had survived regardless. Zoila wasn’t sure about the other half of the country, or any other country for that matter, because all communication had been lost.

Zoila’s zombie snarled in response to what sounded like a combination of twenty or so locks and dead bolts being unhinged and unlatched. The doors swung open.

“Zoila!” the big man chuckled.

“Hello Buddy.” Zoila smiled at her old friend. “You got anything for us today?”

The man placed his hands on his hips. “Well you are in luck, little lady. I picked up one just this morning.”

“Illness or famine?” she asked.

“Old age.”

“Cool.”

“C’mon in,” Buddy waved her into the musty building. Motes of dust glittered in the air in beams of sunlight slanting diagonally from the pitched plank roof. The particles stirred as Buddy’s large form strode through. He stopped in the center of the room and turned to look at Zoila. He bent down and lifted the latch to the cellar. Cellars are not common in the desert, but back in the olden days, morgues needed a cool, dark place to keep bodies preserved for a longer period of time. Zoila watched as Buddy opened the hatch and took a few steps forward. He grabbed her Zombie and roughly walked it over to the cellar and down the stairs. His head popped up a few moments later and climbed out and closed the hatch.

“So what’s new with you?” he asked Zoila.

“Nothin’ much. You know, hunting, surviving. That’s about it.”

“You?” She asked.

“Same here,” he admitted. “Now that the epidemic has come to a stop, so have the dead bodies. I’ve taken to the art of wrangling rattlesnakes. You wouldn’t know it by looking at them, but they serve quite a few purposes.”

Zoila could hear sounds of snarling and biting, like flesh being torn.

“It’s a wonder the survivors have let you keep it,” he said pointing to the cellar doors. “They’re afraid of getting infected.”

Zoila rolled her eyes. “Now how is that going to happen with an arm-less Zombie?”

Buddy shrugged and said, “It can still bite.” Zoila rolled her eyes again.

Since Zoila had been so intent on keeping the Zombie as a pet, the local Physician insisted that the arms be removed so it would be less of a threat to the community.

Buddy stepped closer, as though he had a secret to tell, his voice low and quiet. “You know, I heard a rumor,” he said.

“What is it?” Zoila asked back in a whisper.

“I heard that a group of captives escaped from the New World Militia and are headed this way.”

“Really?” After The Turn all forms of government had slipped through the cracks, leaving the few known survivors to fin for themselves. But it was rumored that a renegade soldier from the army had started a group called The New World Militia and was taking any found survivors captive for slavery or other purposes. But it was said that they were far to the East, beyond the reach of Why, Arizona.

“Where’d ya hear that?” Zoila asked as she screwed her foot into the ground.

“A traveler came through town just last night with stories of the outside world. It would appear there are a lot more survivors than originally thought.”

Zoila shrugged. “All the more reason for me to keep my Zombie.”

Buddy sighed and rubbed his fingers back over his bald head. “The others are scared of you, Zoila. They feel that you are a…threat. Because of your Zombie.”

“What the hell do they know?” Zoila stomped her foot. She could feel her face turning redder by the moment. Ever since her parents died, and her friends—and just about everyone she knew—she’d felt like an outsider, excluded and shunned. “They hide away in their crumbling little shacks they call homes all day long, barely communicating. Barely living!”

Buddy shrugged.

Zoila could feel her ears burning. “We could make something of this, Buddy. We could make a good life! We should all group together and go in search of other survivors, other people who are in the same situation as us. But nobody has the balls to do it! It makes me so…angry!”

“Now, Zoila,” Buddy soothed. Zoila was only thirteen years old, but she felt like she was more mature than the whole lot of yellow-bellied townspeople. She was the only one that would go out hunting, the only one that had any shred of courage—except maybe for Buddy.

“Don’t ‘Now Zoila’ me! You know I’m right! You do!”

Buddy sighed again and leaned down to open the hatch. The chomping noises had grown silent and Zoila assumed her pet had finished its meal. Buddy descended the steps to disappear under ground, only to appear seconds later with her Zombie. He awkwardly pulled it up and out, pushing it off to the side to moan and groan unceremoniously.

Zoila stared at it. She had an attachment to her pet, one that no one else but her would understand. It was like in keeping it, she could hold onto the past, a past in which she had a mom and a dad and everything was alright. It probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, but to Zoila, it was a comfort, a balm of some sorts.

“The town meeting is starting in ten minutes,” Buddy said. “We’d better get down there.”

Zoila grimaced. “You go ahead. I think I’m going to go hunting.” She reached back to touch the bow and arrows she had strapped onto her back.

Zoila remembered not so long ago, her father taking her out for target practice in the desert behind their house. They lived on three acres of land and at the time, there had been plenty of Jack Rabbits and Javelina to shoot. But that was before the turn.

“Okay,” Buddy said hesitantly. “But you be careful. Come on back before dark.”

“I will,” Zoila agreed. Buddy had been the one true friend she’d had since The Turn and he was turning into a sort of Father figure for her. She loved him dearly.

“Check in with me tomorrow?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied.

And with that Buddy was off to the town square and Zoila was off into the desert.

***

Javelinas were hard to come by anymore, and they were a bitch to take down. The ugly, wild boars could smell you from a mile away—if the winds were just right—but fortunately for Zoila, they couldn’t see two feet in front of them. Zoila chained her zombie to a nearby tree and crept away further into the desert. She sucked a finger into her mouth and held it out to find the direction of the wind. It was blowing South. Perfect.

She followed the Javelina tracks, which looked like two large tear drops, imprinted from their cloven hooves. She climbed down into a dried-up creek bed and froze. There, behind a large mesquite tree were a small family of Javelinas. There were two of them, with babies. God, she hated when they had babies. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Zoila slowly slid her bow from her back and an arrow to go with it. She notched the arrow and placed her hands just right, drawing the bow back and aiming directly at the biggest boar. She breathed, slowly, in and out, and then released. The arrow pelted through the air, narrowly missing the boar and ricocheted off the tree truck, just above its head.

“Shit.”

The Javelinas bolted away past a thicket of prickly-pear cactus and over a rocky ridge.

“Damn it.” Zoila dropped her arms, the bow dragging against the ground, and sighed. She was tired and didn’t feel like hunting anymore. She had some stored cans of vegetables back at her house and vided for French-cut green beans for dinner instead. Plus, she really wanted to know more about the rumors of other survivors and decided that a quick appearance at the town meeting wouldn’t be so bad after all.

After picking up her Zombie, it took only about twenty minutes to trudge back into town and through the desolate buildings, until they came to the old pueblo church. After years of blazing sunlight and rough desert weather, the orange adobe façade was fading and cracking. But the structure held true and sure, a safe haven from the scalding summer heat. Zoila tugged her pet along and came to the two wooden doors and stopped. One of them was cracked and she could hear voices clattering inside.

“She’s a menace to our society!” One of the townspeople yelled.

“One of these days that Zombie will bite somebody and then it’s all downhill from there!”

“Let the girl have her comfort.” Buddy’s voice rang through. “She’s the only child left among us and if that Zombie makes her feel safe, then so be it!”

Zoila smiled. Buddy had always had her back and she was glad for it. If it wasn’t for him, she’d have already packed up her things and left town.

“No!” The woman’s voice held a tone of anger and fright. “It isn’t safe! We must organize and intervention!”

A cacophony of voices shouted, seemingly agreeing.

“Yes! An intervention!”

Zoila’s heart began to pound within her chest. She knew they were talking about her. No! They would not take her Zombie from her. It was the only thing she had left.

“Tonight,” she heard the town’s leader say. “We will go to Zoila’s house and kill that Zombie.” Zoila flinched. She recognized the voice. It was the former Sherriff of Why, and he was always an asshole. She remembered going to school with his son—who was now long gone—and then realized that the old saying was true; the apple never fell far from the tree.

“Yes! Kill the freak of nature!”

“Here, here!” The voices raised together, angry and determined.

Zoila quickly tugged her Zombie’s chain and scurried off towards her home, dragging the moaning beast behind her. Within minutes, she had a bag packed with only the necessities; water, matches, canned green beans, and a picture of her and her mother. She gazed down at the picture just before heading out the door, and unwanted tears came streaming down her cheeks. Zoila looked just like her mother; dark brown hair—almost black—and round hazelnut eyes that pinched together at the corners. She was a quarter Cherokee Indian and the resemblance had been carried down through generations upon generations. Her mother smiled back at her from the glass mounted frame and Zoila tucked it away in her pack with a soft sob. She felt bad about leaving her friend Buddy, but she had to go. She had to protect herself. It was exactly what her father would’ve done.

The light was fading fast as Zoila and her mindless companion headed out south parallel to the setting sun, her pack and bow slung heavy over her back. She figured she could reach Sonoyta, Arizona by sunrise if she kept up her pace, and she knew that there would be refuge somewhere in the city. And if she made it that far, it would only be a few days before she was in Puerto Peñasco, Mexico, a place where she vacationed with her parents as a child.

Zoila heard the snap of a tree branch and froze. Her bow and arrow were in her hands before the thought even crossed her mind to do so. She aimed at the darkness, scanning the trees, the short chain to her Zombie strapped to her wrist. She could only make out the dim line of trees and cacti by the waning moonlight and squinted as her breath drew deep.

She spun and let off an arrow in the direction from where she heard the sound.

“Ouuwww,” a deep voice rung out and a thump to the ground had her hunching on her knees, another arrow knocked and ready.

“Shit! My leg!”

Zoila’s ears perked at the familiar tone. Could it be?

“Daddy?” The silence of the desert rang through her ears, her own voice echoing across the rocky terrain like she was in the center of a long tunnel. Zoila stayed perched like a statue, her Zombie nervously shuffling its feet against the dirt.

“Zoila?” the voice asked. She shot up to standing and her eyes darted around the darkness. “Zoila, is that you?”

“Daddy?” She replaced her weapon behind her back and shot off in the direction of the voice, dragging her Zombie behind her with stumbling feet. Zoila quickly reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of matches, striking one against the black strip. There, lit by the flame, and lying in a bushel of weeds, was Zoila’s father; scruffy and weather-beaten. An arrow stuck straight out from his thigh, his pants blossoming with blood.

“Oh no! Daddy!” She threw her Zombie’s chain over a tree branch and knelt down next to him, hugging him as tight as she ever could.

“IS that really you half pint?” His voice was strained and his eyes hooded.

“Yes Daddy! It’s me!” Zoila felt happy tears dampen her eyes.

He chuckled that same chuckle Zoila always remembered, deep and throaty. “I taught you well, half pint. Good aim, girl. Good aim.”

“Oh, Daddy. Are you alright? I’m so sorry.” The flame on Zoila’s match was descending to her fingers and she hissed as it began to burn and blew it out. Zoila heard her father rustle around and then a beam of light clicked on. He shone his flashlight down at his leg, highlighting the wound.

“It’s nothing, little one. Just a scratch.” Her dad grabbed the arrow, gritted his teeth, and yanked it out with a grunt. He ripped off the long sleeve of his red-flannel shirt and used it as a tourniquet, he tied it around his thigh and cinched it to cut off the flow of blood. “See? All better now,” he smiled and grabbed Zoila in for a hug, ruffling her matted hair with his fingers.

Zoila stared into her father’s eyes and followed them to her Zombie. “Zoila…” His voice was not quite angry but held an undertone of scolding. “Is that what I think it is?”

Zoila looked down at her feet and twisted her leg nervously. “Yeah.”

“What did I tell you?”

Zoila paused.

“Zoila…?”

“No Zombies. No matter what. But…but it’s—”

“No Zoila. Just no.” Through the dim haze of the flashlight, she could see the unease in her father’s eyes, a sadness, an anger. She wondered what all he had been put through while being held captive. It must’ve been horrible.

Her dad stood, favoring his uninjured leg and ran his filthy hand over his face. “How do the townsfolk feel about this? I’m surprised ol’ Sherrif Godfrey hasn’t gotten to it yet.”

Zoila cringed. “They were going to. Tonight. All of them. They were going to come to our house and…and…” Zoila could feel a burning bulge welling inside of her chest and traveling to her throat, making her eyes water. But she wasn’t going to cry. It was just the damned Palo Verde trees. Yes, that was it. The Palo Verde trees were in bloom and they always made her sniffly.

“Zoila, come on. Let’s get home. We can sort all of this mess out later.”

“But the townsfolk…they’ll be coming—”

“I’ll handle them. Don’t you worry.” Zoila wasn’t worried. Her dad had been the fire marshal before The Turn and people listened to him. They respected him. Plus, he was a very big man, and when he was pissed, people got scared. Really scared.

Zoila and her father wove their way through the desert, being careful to avoid the thickets of prickly pear and jumping cholla. They were home and either the townsfolk hadn’t come yet or they had and left, realizing she was gone.

Zoila’s father went to get a shower while Zoila chained her zombie in its regular spot next to the old brick fireplace and went to unpack her bag. After popping open a can of green beans and sitting on the sofa to read through one of her old comic books, her father came out washed and clean-shaven, with a fresh bandage on his leg. He smiled at her and she nearly cried again…or maybe it was the just allergies.

“Come here, half-pint,” he knelt down and held out his arms. She went running to him and melted into his strong hug. She could hear his heart beating in his chest—a sound she’d thought she would never hear again. “Let’s get you to bed my sweet girl. From the sound of it, you had a rough day.”

Zoila nodded and they went to her room. Without even changing her clothes, she collapsed into bed and nuzzled into her pillow. He pulled the covers up and tucked them in around her.

“Don’t let them take it, Daddy.”

“Take what?”

“My Zombie. Please…If they come, just please don’t let them take it.”

“I won’t half-pint. But listen, Zoila, honey. It’s not safe to have that…thing around. It’s not human anymore. It could hurt someone. It could hurt you. It’s not safe at all. You know that, right?”

Zoila sighed, her father’s hand rubbing warmth into her cold arm. “Yes, Daddy. I know. But I was scared. I didn’t have you anymore, and mom…”

“I know half-pint. I know.” He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “But a Zombie can’t protect you. And I’m here now. I will protect you. I will keep you safe.”

Zoila nodded, her eyes feeling heavy from the long, hot day.

“You’ve got to let it go. It’s the right thing to do.”

Zoila sighed into her pillow and closed her eyes. She knew he was right. But she didn’t want to. That Zombie—aside from Buddy—had been her only companion since The Turn.

“But don’t you worry about it tonight,” her father said as he stood up. “Tonight I want you to have sweet dreams. We’ll worry about everything else tomorrow.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He crossed the room and flicked off the lights. He started to close the door, but stopped. “I want you to know how proud I am of you. You may only be thirteen years old, Zoila, but you are the bravest person I know.”

Zoila smiled sleepily. She couldn’t have been any happier had the sky opened up and rained ice cream sundaes.

“I love you half-pint.”

“Love you too, Daddy.”

And with that, Zoila slept. She slept better than she ever had in her whole life.

***

Zoilla’s eyes fluttered open when she heard angry male voices and moaning and groaning, like that of her Zombie.

“This is a family matter. I will take care of it,” her father’s voice said, angry and raging.

There was a small stretch of silence before she heard the voice of the Sheriff. “Fine. But it needs to be done today.”

The sound of a slamming door resonated through the house, making Zoila jump. Zoila stayed planted in the bundle she’d made with her blankets and before long she heard the sound of her father’s footsteps.

“It’s time, Zoila,” he said from the doorway. She shifted uncomfortably under her blankets. “I’m going to go down to the morgue to finish it. I won’t be long.”

Zoila sat bolt upright. “I’m coming with you,” she said and pulled herself from the comfort of her bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Her dad studied her face. “You should stay here, half-pint. You’ve been through enough. Seen enough.”

“No,” she barked. “I’m coming with you.”

Her father sighed and looked at her with sadness in his eyes. He nodded silently. She dressed quickly and met her father outside before the break of day. He had her zombie reined in tightly by its chains, the tired bags under his eyes, dark and dull like the purple shadows of the nearby mountains. They walked in silence towards the morgue, the only sound was the chirp of early morning birds greeting the impending desert sunrise.

“Daddy,” Zoila choked. “Do we have to do this?”

“Yes, Zoila,” he answered.

The old creaky door swung open and Buddy stood tall, looming in the doorway. Zoila followed her father into the musty building. “I’ll be waiting outside,” Buddy said before clapping her dad on the shoulder and disappearing through the door with a click. Zoila, her father, and her Zombie stood still in the flickering light of the kerosene lamp.

Zoila’s father turned to her and dropped to one knee, holding the undead creature tightly with one hand. “You need to let go, half pint. You have to let go of the past.”

In the pale light, she thought she saw a tear trickle down his cheek before he turned quickly away. She watched him stand and grab a rusty axe that lain on an old wooden table, slugging it over his shoulder. All of the hurt and anguish and loneliness that Zoila had felt over the past year came rushing back in a torrent of emotions.

“I’ll do it,” she announced, puffing up her chest with mock bravery. “Let me do it.”

Father studied her face for what seemed to be an eternity. His jaw was clenched. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Zoila stepped forward and took the axe from his hands. She hefted it up to rest on her shoulder, steadying herself in a ready position.

“Zoila—” her father began, but she cut him off abruptly.

“No. I’m the one who kept her all of this time when I shouldn’t have. It’s only fair that I do it.”zombie

Her father rubbed his hand over his face before exhaling loudly. He grabbed the Zombie awkwardly, the beast grumbling and hissing as it was lifted onto the wooden table. He laid the Zombie down flat and strapped its legs down, another long strap across its chest.

He turned to Zoila. “It’s not her anymore. She’s been dead a long time. You know that right?”

Zoila stared at her the decaying body of what used to be her mother, lying there on the table and nodded. She stood over the wriggling creature, its eyes locking on hers, and for a brief moment, Zoila thought she saw her mother inside gazing up at her only daughter. It was the same loving gaze that Zoila remembered so well. The pain of it was so intense, Zoila thought her knees might buckle, but she stood tall and hitched the axe up higher over her shoulder.

“Remember. You need to aim—”

“I know,” Zoila interjected. “Right between the eyes.”

“On the count of three,” her father said. “Ready?”

Zoila took a deep breath and nodded.

“One…”

The Zombie writhed and groaned, its eyes never leaving Zoila’s, pieces of decaying flesh hanging from its face.

“Two…”

Zoila gripped the wooden handle tighter, her fingers straining with the force.

“Three.”

Zoila brought the weapon up in an arcing motion, hefting her strength behind the movement. And just before the axe head made contact, splitting bone and spilling bloody gore across the table, she thought she heard her mother’s voice layered over the Zombie’s moaning.

“I love you Zoila. I love you.”

***

And there you have it. A fun little Zombie story to spice up your life. Thanks for reading and I hope to be posting more fun stuff soon!

-Jade

 

Categories: Ramblings, Short Stories | Tags: , , | Leave a comment

Great Holiday Reading! GET SOME!

Who needs something fantastic to read? Who wants something perfect for bundling-up-in-the-dead-of-winter-reading?
I do! I do!
Join me in grabbing this FABULOUS anthology which is full of magic, memories, some warm and some bittersweet. Tinsel Tales (Free for download right now, here) is a treasury of holiday-themed stories and poetry from the writers of WPaD. And WPaD is a group of writers from around the world who collaborate on charity anthologies for Multiple Sclerosis. They donate a portion of our royalties in support of a beloved fellow writer who lives with MS.
Did I mention that I am a participating author? Well, Yes I am! And I’m very proud of that fact! I have read this anthology once and am about to delve into it a second time! I’m not only boasting Tinsel Tales because my story Star Light, Star Bright is in it, but because it is truly wonderful and very hard to out down! Join me in this deliciously flavorful compilation of fine holiday literature. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it and know you will too! Get your free dopy here. * I cannot guarantee that it will still be free when you read this so please make sure to check before downloading. :D
Categories: Events | 1 Comment

Review: Wyndano’s Cloak by A.R. Silverberry

Wow! Just wow! I just finished reading a fantasy novel called Wyndano’s Cloak by A.R. Silverberry and let me tell you what: I LOVED IT! I do not think I can type fast enough for all of the excitement I have over this story and I don’t think I have enough words to describe how much I enjoyed it. But let me go ahead and try! :D

A.R. Silverberry is a born story-teller, this much is true. But he is also a fabulous character craftsman, scenery setter, descriptionist, and a master wordsmith! (I know “descriptionist” is not a word, but it is MY word. So deal.)

We start the story with a wayward princess named Jen who lives in Aerdem with her mother and father, the King and Queen, and Wyndano's Cloak Coverher brother, Dash the prince (who is quite Dashing–if I may say so myself.) Jen came from the Plain World where she had lived most of her life with an old woman named Nell before being reunited with her rightful–and very royal–family here in Aerdem. Aerdem is a beautiful world full of colors beyond the imagination, magical wonders, and strange creatures. A.R. Silverberry paints vivid and realistic pictures for the reader that make you actually feel you are there right there alongside the characters. But there is also a dark evil that is penetrating the land. And along with many other lovable and–quite rightly–hate-able characters, Jen makes her journey through different worlds to find the key to saving her family, fighting off the evil, and setting things right in Aerdem. Will she ever be able to overcome her fear and seek the help of Wyndano’s Cloak? Throughout her story, Jen may overcome many obstacles–inner and outer–but can she find her true inner-self? Can she master the mystical Wyndano’s Cloak?

You HAVE to read this book to find out. And trust me, you will not be disappointed. I would recommend this book to anyone who loves a good long fantasy. I actually would recommend this book to anyone, because it is that good.

I give WYNDANO’S CLOAK by A.R. Silverberry a magical, mystical, and magnificent 5 stars! Please grab yourself a copy today. Here is where it is available.

Purchase on Amazon

Purchase on Barnes and Noble

Purchase on iTunes

Purchase limited edition hardback from A. R. Silverberry

WAIT! There is more! I had the pleasure of interviewing the author of Wyndano’s Cloak. Please go here to check out A.R. Silverberry’s awesome interview!

Categories: Book Reviews | Tags: | 1 Comment

MEET THE AUTHOR: A.R. Silverberry is in the house!!!

Meet the Author: A.R. SilverberryA.R. Silverberry

I just finished reading one of the most wonderful fantasy novels that I have ever read! Seriously! It’s called Wyndano’s Cloak and it is written by A.R. Silverberry. My raving 5 star review is here.I enjoyed it so much so that I contacted the author and asked if he wouldn’t mind doing an interview. And he agreed. Yippee! Also, it just so happens that he is on a blog tour for the re-release of his novel. So please help me welcome the author of WYNDANO’S CLOAK, A.R. Silverberry!

Hello Mr. Silverberry, can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

I’ve been a licensed psychologist since 1991. I work mostly with children and teens, but also adults. I love my work, but the job of a psychologist is to help others actualize themselves. This means I have to look elsewhere for a creative outlet. I’ve played piano since I was ten and later played in bands and composed music, including a choral cantata about Paul Robeson, based on a poem by the Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. My fingers started feeling the strain of banging the ivories. I had to seek another channel for my creativity, so in 1998 I turned to writing.

What do you do when you are not writing?

I still play piano ten to fifteen minutes, daily if I can squeeze it in. I do a lot of reading. I’ve got a seventy-five minute commute, which I fill with audio books, but I read a lot off my Kindle. I don’t watch TV, other than my favorite show, Iron Chef America, and movies. I love cats, pesto, homemade pasta, marinara sauce (are you seeing an Italian trend here?!), Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Jane Eyre, and the Lord of the Rings, not necessarily in that order.

Awesome! When did you finish your first book?

2003. It was the prequel to Wydnano’s Cloak. It’s sitting in my dresser, waiting for revisions. I really would like to get to it, but other stories are demanding to be written first.

Oh my goodness, I can’t wait for that one! So, where do you get your ideas?

Everywhere. The more I get away from my desk and out into the world, the more my imagination is stimulated. Julia Cameron, who wrote The Writer’s Way, recommends that writers have artist dates. You go out solo and explore something new and interesting. She compares the wellspring of creativity to a pond where new ideas are the fish. To keep the pond stocked, go out on an artist data. She’s right. Whenever things start to grow stagnant or stop flowing, I get myself pronto into a new environment. It works every time. Even a walk outside will do it.

I’ve always been a big people watcher. I did it all through school, and observing human behavior is my stock-in-trade as a psychologist. But I hone in on different things when I’m watching as a writer. I ask myself, why does that woman wear that color scarf? Why is that child playing with a plastic bat? I keep a notebook in my pocket and I’m constantly recording what I see. I’ve been known to do that when I’m driving, which can be quite hairy!

What a great way to come up with ideas! Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published?

I sent that prequel I mentioned above to five top New York agents. Two asked for the whole manuscript, which is a coup in itself. Both wrote gracious letters back, and one actually provided some concrete feedback, which I paid close attention to. After that, I attended writers’ workshops and classes, and read a number of excellent books on the craft. Armed with a clear idea how to improve my writing, I wrote Wyndano’s Cloak.Wyndano's Cloak Cover

Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?

A snapshot popped into my head depicting exactly what the heroine would have to do in the story’s climax. The Rose Castle—made from a single piece of translucent stone, where safety or danger can be seen in the flickering and shimmering colors inside it—came straight from my imagination. Most of my settings come from real places that I visited or found photo references for. I love working this way. I get ideas I would never think of. For example, when Jen’s friend, Bit, goes into the Royal Stable, I reference sounds and sites she’s hearing “off camera”:

“The sharp ring of metal roused her from a blanket of melancholy. Outside, Hom the Smith had begun hammering. He had a long shed behind the stable, where, in addition to hot coals and bellows, a flotsam of old wheels, hubs, spokes, discarded wagon cushions, and rusty tools crowded his stall. Fifteen shoes of various sizes were nailed on a beam above his open-air window. A deep, soulful tenor sang from his hammer, and Bit guessed he was beating on number ten, a shoe for a heavy draft horse.”

That level of detail establishes a powerful feeling of place. What’s more, as the scene progressed, the pounding on the shoe, and later, the hissing steam as the red-hot iron is doused in water, mirrors Bit’s growing apprehension at leaving the safety of the Rose Castle and traveling to a strange place with dangers all around her. I never would have gotten that subtext without visiting a stable and carriage house built in the mid-nineteenth century!

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?

I loved writing Chapter Ten. It poured out pretty much as you see it, with few revisions. It tells the story about the heroine Jen’s life growing up in the Plain World—a gray, dreary, magicless world—before coming to Aerdem and being reunited with her family. What I love about the chapter is how it characterizes Jen, showing she’s an outsider, so different from the children around her. I think it beautifully establishes why Jen doesn’t want to lose her family, now that she’s reunited with them; it establishes why she yearns to rise above her circumstances, yearns to master Wyndano’s Cloak: It may be the only protection she has against the darkness about to descend on their lives.

That was one of my favorite to read as well! How did you come up with the title?

The title was hard to nail down. It refers to a cloak in the story that lends shapeshifting powers to the wearer. It’s vitally important to the plot, the main character, and the book’s theme. It symbolizes the yearning of the human spirit to soar above adversity. Such a symbol can’t be overused, and I didn’t. Think of To Kill a Mockingbird. Said bird is only mentioned a few times in Lee’s classic. Same with For Whom the Bell Tolls. You have to wait for the end to understand what Hemingway is saying. It’s not a book about church bells! So it goes with Wyndano’s Cloak.

What project are you working on now?

I’m working on a dystopian science fiction novel set in the not too distant future. I’m anticipating this one will be a trilogy. In very broad strokes, I know what will happen in books two and three. Book one has been hard to write. Orson Scott Card said that it could take years for a story to ripen. I think that’s what’s happened here. The world building and the backstory are just taking their own sweet time. After three false starts, I decided to skip the set up and started writing the middle. That went well for a few chapters. Then I wasn’t sure which direction to take things so I skipped to the end and wrote that. Now I’m back at the beginning, which is finally going well. I’m still not sure about the middle, but I have faith it will come, even if I have to set the whole thing aside and work on something else! Not to compare myself to them in any way, but I remind myself that Beethoven took nine years to write the overture to Fidelio. Brahms took twenty years for his first symphony, as did Neil Gaiman to complete The Graveyard Book. My philosophy: Give yourself permission to take time; they’re ready when they’re ready.

I’ve also got a completed science fiction fantasy, which will be coming out in the late spring or early summer. I’m not ready to release too much info about it, but will say this: It’s part coming-of-age tale, part adventure, part spiritual journey. Set in a unique, highly visual and palpable world, it cuts across several genres and will appeal to teens, adults, and fans of speculative fiction. I’ll keep you posted about it!

Jade, thanks so much for having me today!

It was a pleasure, Mr. Silverberry! Thank you for agreeing to stop here on your tour and good luck with all of your current and future projects!

About Wyndano’s Cloak:

Jen has settled into a peaceful life when a terrifying event awakens old fears—of being homeless and alone, of a danger horrible enough to destroy her family and shatter her world forever.

She is certain that Naryfel, a shadowy figure from her past, has returned and is concentrating the full force of her hate on Jen’s family. But how will she strike? A knife in the dark? An attack from her legions? Or with the dark arts and twisted creatures she commands with sinister cunning.

Wyndano’s Cloak may be Jen’s only hope. If she’s got what it takes to use it . . .

Purchase on Amazon

Purchase on Barnes and Noble

Purchase on iTunes

Purchase limited edition hardback from A. R. Silverberry

About the Author:

A. R. Silverberry has won a dozen awards, including Gold Medal Winner in the 2011 Benjamin Franklin Awards for Juvenile/Young Adult Fiction; Gold Medal Winner in the 2010 Readers Favorite Awards for Preteen Fiction; and Silver Medal Winner 2011 in the Bill Fisher Award for Best First Book, Children’s/Young Adult. He lives in California, where the majestic coastline, trees, and mountains inspire his writing. Wyndano’s Cloak is his first novel. Follow him at the links below!

A. R. Silverberry’s Website

Facebook

Twitter

Categories: Meet the Author! Interviews with Awesome Indie Authors! | Tags: , , , , | 2 Comments

Review of “Ninety-Five Percent Human”

Halloooo! How is this November weather treating everyone? It was the first night of a deep FREEZE last night for my town and mind you I live in the desert so we don’t see too many of these. BRRRRR! So I’m all snuggledy-wuggledy in warm clothes and blankets today. And what is my favorite thing to do when it is cold outside? Yup. You guessed it. READ! And now I will be reviewing a fantastic book I just devoured.

I just recently read a phenomenal book by a phenomenal author. It is called NINETY-FIVE PERCENT HUMAN and was written by Suzanna Williams (one of my favorites!) The story starts out on a rural farm from the perspective of a young man named Joe. With his parents no longer in the picture and his grandma and brother the only family he has left, Joe is stricken with the hard decision of sacrificing his youthful opportunities to fix up and work on the dilapidated farm or to sell it and let go of a history of life-long memories and hard work. Just as he struggles with these obstacles, a mysterious girl named Sarah shows up and Joe is forced to save her from drowning in the lake on his farm. And from that point on things only become more curious and exciting, from car chases to exploding fires, from action to drama. Will Joe be able to handle all of the trouble thrown his way since Sarah showed up? Will Joe ever find out Sarah’s true purpose?

This story is a science fiction thriller with a splash of romance. It leaves you on the edge of your seat and wanting more with every turn of the page. I loved it thoroughly and cannot wait until the sequel, Five percent alien comes out next year! Woo Hoo! This book is great for anyone of any age, although it sure has that youthful undertone that I love! I give NINETY-FIVE PERCENT HUMAN by Suzanna Williams a fantastic 5 STARS!

Get your copy here and snuggle in this winter with NINETY-FIVE PERCENT HUMAN!

Categories: Book Reviews | Tags: | 2 Comments

How to keep Track of Characters (when reading)

Hello all and Happy November!
First off I’d like to say that if you have emailed me in in the recent past and haven’t heard a response, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about you. I have just been so craaaazy busy! I will –eventually being the key term–get back to you. I promise. ;) But on to the point of this post.

I am re-blogging this article by Esther Lomardi over at About.com (filed under classic literature) about keeping track of characters when reading a book. Sometimes–and especially in epic fantasies, I’ve found– it is tough to keep track of who is who. This is a neat little list of tips to help you! I am also curious of all you readers out there. Do you have trouble keeping track of characters while reading? And in what genre do you find this happening most? What do you do to remedy this? Please comment on this post and let me know what you think. :D

Ok, so on with the show!

How To Keep Track of Characters

Whether you’re reading a novel for a literature class, or enjoying a book on the beach, characters are the vehicles that often help to drive the plot. They make you care about what happens, and you may grow emotionally attached to them (wishing for their happiness and success). But, not all characters are very exciting. And, in some novels, the characters have such similar names that it’s sometimes difficult to keep track. Here are a few tips to help…

Here’s How:

  1. Where to Keep Track of the Characters?
    A book journal is a perfect place to write about the characters you meet in books. And, you don’t have to spend a lot of money on one of those really nice leather-bound or nicely lined gift books (although, I love those books). You can use a notebook, a stack of paper, a few sticky notes, or the back of a receipt (any scrap of paper will do if you’re in a pinch). Whatever you are using to write down your characters and bio information, make sure you have it readily available when you are reading your book!
  2. The First Character?
    Who is the first character? In some novels, the first character is sometimes the most important character. Or, even if the character isn’t the most important, the first character may lead you to the character you really need to track. So, write the name down. Keep track of when the character first appears, and take note of who he or she meets.
  3. The Protagonist?
    The protagonist is a character in a work of literature, who you may love or hate. Emotional involvement in the successes and failures of the character makes reading a much more rich and memorable experience, but there are a few things you need to track… When did the protagonist first appear? Is he/she the first character? With whom does he/she interact?
  4. The Details?
    For each of the characters (particularly the most important characters), make special note of how much information the author gives you about the character. Does the author tell you:

    • Physical Description
    • Age
    • Personality
    • School
    • Occupation
    • Relationships (family, friends, and acquaintances)
    • Motivation (for the major characters in particular, what makes them do what they do?)
    • Personal History (birth, childhood, marriage, etc.)
  5. The Length?
    Epic novels often go into much more depth with the details of each character, so you’ll be able to track most of these details. It’s also much more essential for your understanding of the novel that you track these details. For shorter works, the author may be more frugal with his/her use of details regarding a characters life and personality. Or, the author may compress the details more. You may discover details where you didn’t at first realize they existed.
  6. The Plot?
    Where do the characters fit into the plot?  How often does a character appear? How does he/she drive the plot? Is there a pattern as to when and where the character appears, how he/she affects the main characters, or how he/she departs from the plot?
  7. Switching Characters and Complicated Plots
    Now, you’re writing all the characters down, and you’re keeping track of all the important developments in the plot. But, if it’s an epic novel (or even for some of the “smaller” books), you may still be having a hard time differentiating one character from another–particularly if the author is using stream of consciousness, multiple points of view, and other literary devices. They really aren’t designed to make you pull your hair out! So, what do you do? Try using a different color of small flags for each major development for a character–to track each character.
  8. Setting?
    How do the characters relate to the setting in which they appear? Is it important that the protagonist meets a character on a beach, but he meets another character in a bar? Is the character a product of the setting (the setting would not seem “real” without the presence of the character); or does the character seem out-of-place and alienated in the environment in which the author has placed him/her? The setting can offer important insight into the characterization and plot, and it’s important not to overlook how a setting can seem to become a character in its own right!
  9. Archetype/Symbols?
    Is the character a villain, a lover, a trickster, or a rake (in other words, does the character have a archetypal role to play in the plot)? Does the character stand for something larger (something universal)? Sometimes, you can look up the definition of a character’s name and find that the name means “peace” and the character is attempting to bring about reconciliation. Even if the name doesn’t really mean anything to the plot (or overall scope of the work), the character’s actions may point to something larger, more mythic, archetypal, or epic in scope.
  10. Character as History?
    Is the character based on a historical figure? A king? A queen? A writer or a killer? As readers, we have to be careful about comparing the historical character to the fictional one. The author probably took a number of liberties with the fictional version–in keeping with the direction of his her plot, characterization, and setting. While we must believe the author when he/she says the character is “fictional,” we also can’t ignore the fact that the person really did exist in history.
  11. Flat versus Round Character
    Is the character flat or round? In other words, do you have a sense that you don’t really know the character at all? Do you feel that the author neglected to give you enough detail about the character? And, do you find the work lacking because of the many stock (or flat) characters in the work? When you look at your list of details about your characters, you’ll likely notice that the protagonist and the villain likely are the most “round” characters. The author has given you the most detail about these two. But, did the author give you enough detail about the supporting characters?
  12. Dynamic?
    How dynamic is the character? How memorable is he/she? A character can often be said to be dynamic is he/she has experienced a life-changing event or an epiphany. Coming of age stories are great examples, but you’ll see dynamic characters in many works of literature.

Tips:

  1. Use a book journal or notepad, and keep it with you when you read.
  2. Keep a pen or pencil with you when you read.
  3. Look names up in the dictionary (or baby-naming book).
  4. Particularly with complicated plots (with stream of consciousness, multiple points of view, etc.), use different colors of Post-It flags to track the major events in the lives of each character!
Categories: Writing Tips | Tags: , , | 1 Comment

Put your hands together for the amazing Author John Carter! Woooo!

I have just finished reading the second book in the Eli Arnold and the Keys to Forever series and I am so pleased to announce that the author, John Carter, has agreed to do an interview with me here on my blog. Today. Right here. Right now. Yes! I know, right? Woo hoo! So without further ado, let’s give a warm welcome to Author John Carter!

And the crowd goes wild! *Applause!*

Alright John, can you tell me a little bit about yourself?

My name is John Carter … of Earth, not Mars. I can’t tell you how many people come up to me on a daily basis and ask me about that! I’m married with one daughter, Rachael. She inspired the Eli Arnold Books when she was a little girl.

Haha! I’m glad you cleared that up  for me. I was seriously wondering… :) Ok, so what do you do when you are not writing?

And here is John. Practicing law…Oops. I mean playing ultimate Frisbee.

When I’m not writing (or working) I love to play ultimate Frisbee. I also like to explore a lot of the old tunnels that run beneath my little town of Macon, Georgia. And of course, I love to read!

 Do you have a day job as well?

I’m actually a practicing attorney but really can’t stand all the rules and regulations that go along with that job. Poor career choice on my part, I know, but it is what it is and it pays the bills :)

A lawyer, huh? You’re right. What a terrible choice of career.  ;) (For a Eli Arnold, maybe!) Haha!  When did you first start writing and when did you finish your first book?

My first book, Eli Arnold and the Keys to Forever Book One: It’s About Time rattled around in my head for a long time. It started out as a bedtime story for my little girl and sort of took on a life of its own. I actually started putting it down on paper sometime in late 2011. I finished it in March of 2013.

How did you choose the genre you write in?

Like I said, the Eli Arnold series started as a bedtime story for my girl. I’m sort of a big kid anyway so Children’s Fiction was a logical choice.

Where do you get your ideas?

Everywhere. News articles about historical finds, something someone says to me … they really do come from all over. I have a box that a keep interesting articles I find in and go through it when I need some inspiration.

A box of interesting articles…What a great idea for inspiration! Do you ever experience writer’s block?

All the time. In fact, I can’t think of anything else to put here right now, so …

Haha! Do you work with an outline, or just write?

I sort of know where a book is going but I don’t have any kind of written outline. I work it out as I go which requires me to go back and make changes a lot but it works for me.

Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way either growing up or as an adult?

When I was a kid, I read a lot of Stephen King books – I particularly liked the Dark Tower Series. I also read a lot of James Rollins and Steve Berry now. Rollins incorporates a lot of science and history into his works – that really appeals to me. Berry was an attorney who quit practicing law to write – that very much appeals to me as well! He also went to the Law school in my hometown and is a really nice guy!

You know Author Steve Berry? No way! How cool! So can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published?

I self-published my first book and didn’t really have a clue about what I was doing. There was a lot of trial and error involved in getting everything just right. I also had a hard time believing that I had actually written a book and that people actually wanted to read it. I sat on it for a few months before I actually pulled the trigger and published it.

If you had to go back and do it all over, is there any aspect of your novel or getting it published that you would change?

I don’t think so. I learned so much through that first publishing experience that I probably wouldn’t change a thing. That experience certainly helped me down the road.

How do you market your work? What avenues have you found to work best for your genre?

I use social media a lot and have had a few local events. Free giveaways seem to work well to get prospective readers interested and Facebook has driven a lot of traffic my way.

Have you written a book you love that you have not been able to get published?

I’m working on a book geared more toward young adults right now. I might shop that around to the more traditional publishers when it’s finished. I’ll keep you posted :)

Ooooh, can’t wait! Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

Absolutely! Eli Arnold and the Keys to Forever Book Three: All Roads continues Eli’s quest to recover the Keys to Forever, find his brother and return home. This installment finds our hero in ancient Rome around the time of Leonardo da Vinci. Eli battles a branch of the Order of Disorder called the Legion in an attempt to locate Vulcan’s Fire and move on to the next time. Friends become enemies, enemies become friends, and nothing is as it seems. Eli meets an entire new cast of characters and runs into trouble no matter what way he turns. He’ll also get a little closer to finding out about the ancient race that created the Keys to Forever and started him on his long adventure. And of course there’ll be a twist :)

Ancient Rome? Leonardo da Vinci? I’m sold! Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?

Some of the characters in my books are based on people I know but most everything is from my imagination. I do try to incorporate as much cool science and history into the books as possible – things like Archimedes’ death ray and invisibility devices – cool science and history…not the boring stuff :)

You’re right, a death ray is definitely NOT boring!  :) What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?

In book two, Eli deals with a used car salesman styled Cyclops in the first few chapters. I think so far that was my favorite part to write. It was fun to do and when I went back and read over it, I loved it. I also like the very end of each book where all the seemingly unrelated stuff from the books get tied together and works out exactly like I’d planned all along – yeah right :)

How did you come up with the title?

I liked the name Eli Arnold and the full title sounds like a 1950’s serial to me. It just sort of worked so I kept it. Originally, it was Eli Arnold and the Keys to Forever – Stones of Never. I liked it better shortened.

Interesting…What project are you working on now?

Book Three is almost finished! Then it’s on to Book Four!

Will the next book in the series be coming out soon?

I’m hopeful Book Three will be out before Christmas – cross your fingers for me please!

*Fingers crossed!* :D Are there certain characters you would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?

There are several characters that will make second appearances in the later books. I have them all carefully stashed away for when I need them.

What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

The toughest criticism – I was told that a lot of what I written in the first book was unnecessary and detracted from the flow of the book. I went through a lot of re-writes to get things whipped into shape and the book is better for it.

The best compliment – I got a review comparing my book to the movie the Princess Bride which is one of my favorites. I keep a copy of that review on my desk to keep me motivated!

Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

Keep writing. Write as much as you can and be open to constructive criticism. The more you write, the better you’ll get!

Great advice! Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

Thank you! I love writing and hope that my books are well received. I work really hard to make sure that the product I put out is the best it can be and hope it brings some enjoyment to my readers’ lives. Thanks for taking a chance on me!

I’m sure your new readers will NOT be disappointed!

Well there you have it folks! Author John Carter. And wasn’t he a pleasure! If you (or your kiddos) would like to give the Eli Arnold and the Keys to Forever series a try, swing on over to Amazon here and get yourself a copy of the first installment. I’ve also read (LOVED) and reviewed both books. Take a peak at the reviews here.

And until next time, may your dreams become a reality, and your words be never forgotten…

Categories: Meet the Author! Interviews with Awesome Indie Authors! | Tags: , , , , , | 3 Comments

Halloween Goodies: A Review of CREEPIES! A must read!

16280718Hello my fellow ghouls and ghosts! It is almost time for All Hallow’s Eve and I really wanted to get into the spirit of things…get it? Spirit? Bahahahaha! Ok back to the point. Because of my love of all things Halloween, I decided to pick up an appropriately haunting book to cuddle up with (more like huddle under the blankets with like a scaredy-cat,) and I chose a spooky anthology called CREEPIES: TWISTED TALES FROM BENEATH THE BED. Sounds awesome, right? YES! And freaky and gruesome and spooky and gross as hell at some points. This is a collection of short stories and poems that definitely lives up to it’s creepy title. This book totally freaked me out! I am a grown woman and felt like I was a kid again at the campfire, scared out of my mind from all of the ghost stories. So if you want zombies and grim reapers and ghosts oh my! This is the place to find just that! This must read gets a 5 stars from me! Go here to get yourself a copy of CREEPIES tonight and make sure to leave a light on!

Categories: Book Reviews | Tags: | 1 Comment

Review: Eli Arnold and the Keys to Forever, Book 2: The Myth of Mythology

HOLY HILARIOUS MYTHOLOGICAL GOODNESS!

Ok, so here’s the deal. Not too long ago I read the first book in the Eli Arnold Series, titled ELI ARNOLD AND THE KEYS TO FOREVER: IT’S ABOUT TIME written by author John Carter and I was HOOKED! I’ve already written a review for the first one here. But let’s talk about book 2. I don’t even have the words to explain how much I enjoyed these books, but I will try.  First off, it is definitely hard to put this book down. It is fast paced, quick, witty, and–not to mention–hilarious! Second: Not only is John Carter’s style of writing perfectly engaging, he fills his books with true historical mythology, but in a super creative way that makes children and adults alike want to soak in more, read more and learn more. Thirdly: Mr. Carter has brought in some wonderfully lovable and not-so-lovable (but still sort of lovable in a terrible-Villain-type-of-way) characters to the playing field. Not only do find myself rooting for the main characters and booing the bad-guys, but I continually crack up at just hearing their names; names like the lovely and daring Princess Pitter Pat and the sleazy car salesman-like Cyclops Ira Unaoculus.  Oh and I can’t forget one of my favorites, Hades, God of the Underworld! There are fauns and Pegasus’, and giant three-headed dogs, oh my! But I fear if I go on any further I may start to give away pertinent and top-secret information. Alas, I must leave you to your own devices but I definitely recommend this series to anyone of any age. It is truly delightful! ELI ARNOLD AND THE KEYS TO FOREVER: THE MYTH OF MYTHOLOGY deserves a whopping 5 stars!

Categories: Book Reviews | Tags: , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. The Adventure Journal Theme.

Mandy White

Canadian author of twisted fiction.

Reading Renee

No matter your mood, there’s a great book to suit it.

Daily (w)rite

A Daily Ritual of Writing

Author Jolea M. Harrison

A writing adventure

Vampire Maman

Musings of a Modern Vampire Mom

TheNovelReviewer

Bringing You The Best In Book Reviews, Literary News, Short Stories & More!

weaklyshortstories

Just another WordPress.com site

Tricia Drammeh

Author, Blogger, Book Lover

bottledworder

easy reading is damn hard writing

charleshenryeditingblog

You write. We Edit.

A Self-Published Author working to Help Other Self-Published Authors

Shannon A Thompson

You need the world, and the world needs good people.

Lingo Lunch

A Canteen of World Travellers Baking Stories

Jacob H. Baugher IV

Writer, Photographer, Musician

Hockey Writing from Liz Bell

Hockey, Writing....

Books in Transit Blog

A YA blog for book worms and library folk.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 5,229 other followers