Wednesday, March 11, 2015

I've Been Runed!

Posted by: Ruth A Casie
The first writing systems used by the Germanic people were runic alphabets. Like Egyptian hieroglyphics, runes were more like letters — each was an ideographic or pictographic symbol. To the Ancients, they were associated with the principles of power and write a rune was to invoke the force for which it stood.  The word rune means ‘letter,’ ‘secret’ or ‘mystery.’ Its original meaning may have been ‘hushed message.’

Runes, tied to the principles of power, had magical significance and were used to create spells and foretell the future.

In folklore, the runes were given to mankind by the Odin, the Norse God of mythology. He died and passed on to the afterlife where he gained wisdom and passed his new wisdom to his people in the form of Runes.

Runes date back to the first century  c.e. until well into the Middle Ages. The Roman alphabet became the preferred script in most of Europe.

We’ve learned that the runic alphabet is an outgrowth of two distinct sources—one magical and the other literate. Many Bronze Age rock carvings, primarily in Sweden, have pre-runic symbols.  Some of these symbols are alphabetic letters, while others represent ideas and concepts, sigils. These concepts were incorporated into the names of runes (sun, horse, etc.) and, unfortunately the meaning of these sigils and their purpose are lost to us. They were, however, believed to have been used for divination or lot casting. It’s believed that sigils contributed to the magical aspects of the later runic alphabets.

The name "futhark", like the word "alphabet", is derived from the first few letters in the runic sequence. The futhark originally consisted of 24 letters, beginning with F and ending with O, and was used by the northern Germanic tribes of Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and Northern Germany.  This is knows as the Elder, or Germanic Futhark forms of the runic alphabet.
Runes were used well into the 17th Century and were known by the common people who used them for simple runic spells. They also consulted them (like Tarot cards). Runes and the magical arts were banned in 1639 as part of the Church's efforts to "drive the devil out of with Europe".  The rune masters were either executed or went underground, and the knowledge of the runes appears to have died with them.  Some had the knowledge passed on in secret, but it is almost impossible to separate ancient traditions from more modern esoteric philosophies in such cases.

In my new story, Knight of Rapture, magical runes play a large part in the story. Rebeka must decode the runes and the ancient prophecy it hides to save all she loves.

For months Lord Arik has been trying to find the precise spell to rescue his wife, Rebeka, but the druid knight will soon discover that reaching her four hundred years in the future is the easiest part of his quest.

Bran, the dark druid, follows Arik across the centuries, tireless in his quest for revenge. He’ll force Arik to make a choice, return to save his beloved family and home or stay in the 21st century and save Rebeka. He can’t save them both.

Rebeka Tyler has no recollection of where she’s been the past five months. On top of that, ownership of her home, Fayne Manor, is called into question. When accidents begin to happen it looks more and more like she is the target. Further complicating things is the strange man who conveniently appears wherever trouble brews—watching her, perhaps even….protecting her? Or is he a deliberate attempt to distract her? Rebeka can only be sure of one thing—her family name and manor have survived for over eleven centuries. She won’t let them fall… in any century.

The Druid Knight Tale - a Short Story is FREE on Amazon, B&N and iBook. Knight of Rapture releases March 30. For more information please visit my website at www.RuthACasie.com

Monday, March 9, 2015

Here Be News

Posted by: Unknown

Now Available as an Audio Book!

THE PAST'S PROMISE
Erotic M/M Time Travel Romance
by Linda Mooney
Writing as Carolyn Gregg
Narrated by Guy Veryzer

She found the ultimate love of her life in another time...and as a man.

Jessie Wharton is a teacher in the twenty-first century. Or at least she was.

Taking her history class to visit the ruins of a historic fort in west Texas, the scorching heat turned her world upside down.

Suddenly, nothing was the way it was supposed to be. She was no longer Jessie Wharton. She was Jesse Webster. She wasn't a teacher. She was a private in the US Army stationed at Fort Callaghan, a completely functional outpost. And it was 1867.

Worse, she wasn't a she any longer. She was a man. A man who was finding himself falling in love with a fellow soldier named Martin Parrish.

Together, they discovered love in the scorching Texas heat, in a time when the merest breath of homosexuality was enough to have the accused whipped to death...if the native Indians didn't scalp them first.

Stripped with the Vampire Pre-order Discount

In a world of dark spells and blood ties where no one is safe, love is the most powerful magic of all.

Shy vampire Charlie never intended to see Vince again after the bad boy human broke his heart. But when Vince turns up beaten and marked for sacrifice to an Aztec God, Charlie will do anything keep him safe.

Vince has never forgiven himself for the lie that ended things with Charlie. The spark between them is as hot as ever, and Vince would risk body and soul to make it a fire again. But as they hide deeper in Austin’s supernatural society—a world of lies, dark magic, and warring immortals—he finds the path to reconciliation more twisted than he’s ever imagined.

Stripped is available for .99 through release day (March 11) at...

Coming soon for Nook, iBooks, and in print. 

Sunday, March 8, 2015

The Rise of the Geek

Posted by: Jenn Burke
When I was growing up, being a geek wasn’t something to be celebrated. Sure, we were out there—trying like hell to get the syntax of commands just right in text-based computer roleplaying games or spending umpteen hours mastering the jumping puzzles in Pitfall. Or maybe running a marathon laser-disc rewatching of Star Wars or crying because Knight Rider got pre-empted. Again.

(Should I admit that I’ve done all these things?)  

Over the last few years, being a geek has not only become something that’s more accepted socially and quote-unquote cool, but also recognized as a market filled with potential. And that’s led to geeky merchandise springing up everywhere—t-shirts, bags, mugs, keychains, jewellery, basically any sort of peripheral you can think. And then there are the conventions.

There are so many now. Just a few: Comic Con in San Diego, Comic Con in New York, Fan Expo (among others) in Toronto. Even my hometown, tiny little Ottawa, has a comic convention—and every single year, it is PACKED.

As a gamer, though, there’s nothing quite like the experience of PAX (Penny Arcade Expo). I’ve never been to the west coast version of this con, but I’ve attended the east coast version, in Boston, twice. In fact, I’m typing this from beautiful Boston. I’m here with my husband, as well as my writing partner, Kelly Jensen, and her husband.

And about three-quarters of the North American gamer community.

If you’ve never been to PAX East, it’s important to note that it’s not just geared at computer gamers. I’d say tabletop gaming makes up about half of the draw of the con. You can pick up so many different types of games, from Mah-jongg to Cards Against Humanity. You can sign up for game tutorials or to try out a new version of Dungeons & Dragons.

The real draw for me, though, is seeing the video games. There are demos, tournaments, and lots of enthusiasm about all sorts of games from independent studios to large ones. BioWare, in particular, has a special place in my heart. Kelly and I met because of a mutual obsession Dragon Age: Origins that resulted in many, many in-depth character discussions. When we attended PAX East in 2013, we were blown away by the Mass Effect tribute the company put on. Unfortunately, this year their presence wasn’t quite as massive, but it was still a lot of fun to see people dressed as characters from the latest BioWare game (Dragon Age: Inquisition, if you’re keeping track).

Oh, and let's not forget all the merchandise you can buy, some of which is seriously neat stuff. Like hand-crafted suede top hats. Or modernized bean bag chairs. Or tables designed for gaming, complete with dry-erase inserts that you can draw out your campaign. 

It never ceases to amaze me how big geek culture has gotten, but it doesn’t really surprise me. There is so much creativity out there to admire and celebrate—and it’s a lot of fun to mingle with other like-minded folks for a weekend.

Signing off from Boston. Happy gaming!

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

My Feels Are Broken

Posted by: R.L. Naquin
This week marks the release of the last book in my Monster Haven series. Book six, Phoenix in My Fortune dropped on Monday, and I’ve had mixed feelings about the whole thing. I may, in fact, be losing my mind.

Let’s take a look at the emotional roller coaster, shall we?

Oh. My. God. What if they don’t like it? What if I totally botched the ending after working so hard for five previous books to make a cohesive story arc? 

Dude. I totally did it! Self five! I wrote an entire six-book series in four years. I rock so hard! 

Holy crap. That’s the last of my contracted work with Carina Press. I’m on my own. I don’t have a safety net. I have to do All the Things myself, now. 


Did you see the reviews? They love it! People are sending me messages to tell me they stayed up all night reading and couldn’t put it down! 

It’s all over. I miss Maurice so much. I’ll never be able to write another cast of characters so lovable. I am a total poser, and my initial success is a fluke. I can’t repeat it. I suck. 

Ha! I’m hilarious! Wait till they read this new book I’m working on. They’re going to love it, because I’m a freakin’ genius! 

Building a new world is haaaaard. I’m gonna go make some popcorn and watch a Gilmore Girls marathon. 


I am so utterly humbled by all the positive feedback and the genuine love coming from so many people over this book—and the whole series. 

In a few months, I’ll be on a panel at a convention where George R.R. Martin will be a guest. I wonder if he’s excited at the chance to meet me? 

What if starting my own imprint and going indie was a mistake? What if I fail? What if Carina forgets me while I fly solo for a few books? What if nobody ever reads another thing I write?

I am utterly exhausted by this week. And it’s only Wednesday. But you know what? Give me a week to recover and I’ll be fine.

I’ve got so many more stories I want to tell you. Thanks for sticking with me while I act like a psycho.

Rachel writes stories that drop average people into magical situations filled with heart and quirky humor.

She believes in pixie dust, the power of love, good cheese, lucky socks and putting things off until the last minute. Her home is Disneyland, despite her current location in Kansas. Rachel has one husband, two grown kids and a crazy-catlady starter kit.



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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Wearing My Scarlet R in SFF Circles

Posted by: Jeffe Kennedy
Winter is an excellent time to discover the joys of curling up by the fire with a delicious book - either one we're reading or one we're writing.

Jackson, of course, is above both activities, as he needs to devote time to thinking Deep Thoughts.

I was having a conversation with a writer friend a bit ago about how I see my career, particularly as a cross-genre writer. For those who don't know, I have a Fantasy Romance series (Covenant of Thorns), one that's more solidly Fantasy, with romantic elements (The Twelve Kingdoms) and right now I'm working up a proposal for an Epic Fantasy with my agent. At the same time, I also write contemporary erotic romances (the Facets of Passion and Falling Under series). I also have a few books that even more gleefully blur these lines, being both erotic and fantastic (Master of the Opera, Petals and Thorns and the Blood Currency series).

Because of all this, I belong to both RWA (Romance Writers of America) and SFWA (Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America). I've been in RWA much longer, largely because I could join as a newbie, where SFWA requires stiffer publication credentials. So, I'm still learning my way around the SFWA community. While most everyone has been wonderful and welcoming, I am sometimes aware of the scarlet R on my chest. Nobody has openly scoffed or insulted my Fantasy books, but people have kindly said that they don't read books like that or that they don't read romance. With one male fantasy writer I've long admired and read, I screwed up my courage to show him a copy of The Mark of the Tala, telling him it's up for Book of the Year with RT Magazine. He didn't even read the back cover copy - admittedly, this was at an RWA event, so my scarlet R was blazing bright - and he handed it to his wife, saying that it might be the kind of book she'd like.

Yeah, okay - that made me want to kick him.

Still, I know that I can't go around kicking everyone who so blithely dismisses my books because of my scarlet R. I'm pretty sure that doesn't build relationships. I'm really okay with people reading my books and not liking them (I might sulk a little and weep into my whiskey, but I'm reasonably Zen about it), but it irks me to have my books dismissed out of hand. So, while I nursed the hope that The Mark of the Tala might be nominated for a Nebula Award, I wasn't all that surprised that it didn't make the final cut. After all, I'm pretty sure not many SFWA voting members read it.

(The Nebula Awards are different in that we can't enter our books for consideration. They have to be nominated by other members, and then receive enough nominations to make the top six. Unlike RWA's RITA awards, where we pay to enter our books and judges receive a stack to read and score.)

So, as my friend and I sat and drank wine, talking about our writing careers, she suggested to me that I'd have an easier time of it if I downplayed the romance in my fantasies. Or took it out altogether. Believe me, I know plenty of women SFF writers who've done this, in order to be taken more seriously. Oddly enough, I don't know any male writers who've felt they had to do this.

And I think she's right. I could do that. But I'm not going to. People who know me well will tell you I'm stubborn. They'll say it with both love and exasperation. More than once it's been suggested to me that I should be less stubborn. I'm stubborn about that, too. Being stubborn means sticking to what I believe is right, to how I want my books and my stories to be. I see absolutely no reason why I can't have romance in my fantasies. I think men could read my fantasies and not have their masculinity or SFF integrity reduced. I think a man can do better than glance at my book and hand it to his wife before the girl cooties rub off on him.

Thus, I wear my scarlet R openly on the SFWA forums. I refuse to apologize for it, or even downplay that aspect of my work. Yes, it's a more difficult path, but I feel anything less is admitting to some kind of shame or embarrassment - or that romance is somehow a lesser genre. I know some people think that. I don't.

When I explained all of this to my friend, she said, "You should write a blog post about this."

So I have, here at Here be Magic - where romance and SFF meet, blend and have a helluva party. 

Monday, March 2, 2015

Here Be News

Posted by: Unknown

New Releases


A Monster Haven Story, book six

When Zoey Donovan found out monsters are real, her life changed—mostly for the better. Since then, she’s fought bad guys, saved the world a time or two and earned the love of a growing family of humans and Hidden creatures alike. But the danger that’s chased her from the beginning is finally here.

Shadow Man, aka The Last Hidden, has stepped out of the story humans wrote for him and into the real world, hell-bent on stealing children. Fiction has become reality and Shadow Man intends to break the Covenant, reclaim the Hidden, and kill all Aegises along the way…triple bad news for Zoey and her mother, the only two Aegises still alive.

Zoey will have to rescue the stolen kids and hunt down the most terrifying villain humanity has ever imagined. But how can she fight a creature only invented a few years ago? If Shadow Man triumphs, the world as she knows it will end. If Zoey succeeds in driving him out, the people she loves the most may be lost to her forever.

Get it today!

***

Book one of Chaos Station

"You're not real. Felix Ingesson is dead."

The war with the alien stin is over, but Felix Ingesson has given up on seeing his lover, Zander Anatolius, ever again. Zander's military file is sealed tighter than an airlock. A former prisoner of war, Felix is attempting a much quieter life keeping his ship, the Chaos, aloft. He almost succeeds, until Zander walks on board and insists that Felix isn't real.

A retired, broken super soldier, Zander is reeling from the aftereffects of his experimental training and wants nothing more than to disappear and wait for insanity to claim him. Then he sees footage of a friend and ally—a super soldier like him—murdering an entire security squad with her bare hands and a cold, dead look in her eyes. He never expected to find Felix, the man he'd thought dead for years, on the ship he hired to track her down.

Working with Felix to rescue his teammate is a dream come true…and a nightmare. Zander has no exit strategy that will leave Felix unscathed or his own heart unbroken.

Get it today!

***

Looking Glass Gods, Book 1

One stranger seeks to claim her heart…another is destined to destroy her.


Ra. Just two letters. Barely a breath. When she stumbles into the frozen Haethfalt highlands, her name is all she has—the last remnant of a past she’s managed to keep hidden, even from herself. Her magic, however, isn’t so easy to conceal—magic that’s the province of the Meer, an illicit race to which she can’t possibly belong.

The eccentric carpenter who takes her in provides a welcome distraction from the puzzle of herself. Though Jak refuses to identify as either male or female, the unmistakable spark of desire between them leaves Ra determined to find out what lies beneath the enigmatic exterior.

But more dangerous secrets are brewing underneath the wintry moors. Jak’s closest friend, Ahr, is haunted by his own unspeakable past. Bounty hunters seeking fugitive Meer refuse to leave him in peace.

Harboring feelings for both Ra and Ahr, Jak nonetheless struggles to keep them apart. Because like the sun and the moon coming together, their inevitable reunion has the potential to destroy Jak’s whole world.

Available now from Samhain Publishing and the following retailers:
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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Newly Released Fantasy Romance

Posted by: Unknown


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The Shape of Temptation is a class-crossed love story between a talented mage and a lowborn soldier. Here’s a short excerpt from a scene that occurs just after Benim has captured Kailey in order to bring her back to the capital for training:

            He took her extended hand and closed the manacle around her wrist. The thick iron band looked ridiculous wrapped around her slender wrist. Like taking up a sword against a bumblebee. But Leesan had insisted upon it and it would be Benim’s head if he allowed her to escape again.
            She simply stared at the black metal and then lifted her gaze to meet his. Beautiful eyes—the pure pale blue of mountain water, now rimmed in red. Her sneer was less beautiful but more heartening.
            Closing the other manacle around his own wrist, he said, “There. Now I don’t have to worry about you running and you don’t have to worry that anyone will try to hurt you.”
            “Except for you.”
            “I will guard you with my life.” A solemn pledge and the plain truth. It was his sworn duty to protect the gifted.
            “And who’s going to protect you from me?”
            That startled a smile from him. “If you killed me now, my dead body would only anchor you here until morning.”
            “I could cut off your hand.”
            He lay down, tucked his free hand behind his head. “It takes a good deal of determination and a sharp blade to cut off a limb. You wouldn’t manage it before someone stopped you.”
            She fell silent as she considered that. He held his breath waiting to see what she’d come up with next but rather than continue the argument, she lay down beside him…as far away as she could get. The chain tugged at his wrist and he shifted his arm to allow her as much comfort as he was able.
            When she rolled onto her side, facing him, he glanced her way. Already her eyes were closed. Her lashes were dark against her pale skin, darker than the gold-brown shade of her hair. A small straight nose. Her lower lip was shorter than her upper one but temptingly plump. She was possibly the oldest mageling they’d ever gathered. Truly, a woman grown. He’d felt her breasts against his arm when he’d captured her. The feel of her warm strong body beneath him when he’d tackled her to the ground. He’d been trying to forget the shock of that sensation ever since. Two months was a long time to be on the road but no matter her age, he couldn’t look at her as a woman, not when she was one of their charges. Not when she was wounded and frightened and alone.
            “Are you cold?”
            Her eyes snapped open. “I don’t need your warmth if that’s what you’re offering.”
            “I’m offering a blanket.” He stared back at the stars, hoping she missed his smile. “The nights here are cold.”
            “For a Sarian.”
            “You are a Sarian, Kailey.” The sooner she accepted that, the better off she’d be.


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