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Thank you so much for having me here today. It’s a pleasure to get the chance to talk about something I love, writing. It’s hard to believe all the work involved in getting In My Own Shadow ready is done!! I have to say I’m almost as excited as I was when Not Long Ago, my time travel/romance/adventure debuted in June 2012. The entire process went as smooth, if not smoother than it did the first time, probably because I knew what to expect this time around.
Now, let me give you a little peek at In My Own Shadow, a fantasy, adventure/romance.
Talk about the worst day ever! Lara lets her friend Carrie talk her into a blind date, only it turns out the handsome stranger waiting for Lara after work isn’t Carrie’s cousin after all. And, when they’re chased through a portal to another world, Lara realizes Rhys really is out of this world.
Lyra, her alternate in another dimension, has left clues to the whereabouts of the Book of Secrets that explains the mystery of time travel in Lara’s subconscious. Or so Rhys thinks. Power-hungry telepaths pursuing them will stop at nothing to get it, even if it means breaking Lara’s mind. To complicate matters, Lara gets tangled up in her feelings for Rhys while exploring her connection with Lyra.
With Rhys as her guardian, a bear of a man named Azle to guide her, and the spirit of Lyra haunting her dreams, Lara must find the Book of Secrets before it falls into the hands of those who want its power. Only then can she return to her world safely.
I had so much fun writing the scenes between Rhys and Lyra. At first she’s furious with him for ripping her away from a perfectly ordinary existence. Never mind that Rhys has saved her from the crazies in the parking lot and the nut job that appeared at her front door. Everything he says sets her teeth on edge, and sometimes he acts like he can barely stand to be around her. Every time it looks like they’re going to come to an understanding, something happens and it’s back to square one. Your typical love-hate relationship.
Here’s a little sample:
Rhys seemed to have a hard time answering a simple question. “This is all too bizarre for words. You can’t…I don’t…” With an unsteady breath, I threw my hands up, fingers splayed. “You’re out of your mind, and so am I for trying to make any sense out of this.”
Rhys rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. “I know someone who
might be able to explain things to you better than me. And he can be trusted. I know where to find him, but it’s a long, hard journey.”
I raised my eyes to the sky. “Sure, why not? I’ll just cancel my dental appointment this afternoon. No biggie.” Above the trees, the constellations glittered in the evening sky, but the moon was ringed like Jupiter, and the stars were spinning. “What’s wrong with the moon…and the stars…?”
He stared up into the darkness.“We’ve stepped through a portal into an alternate universe—”
I snorted laughter. “Sorry, I didn’t bring my passport. I wasn’t planning on leaving the country, let alone the damn planet!” His blank expression told me either he didn’t get my joke or else he didn’t think it was funny.
My supporting characters almost always threaten to take over the story. In this book we have Azle, Chief Historian for the Council. He’s the stabilizing influence on the group, always the diplomat, sensible and patient to a fault. Then, there’s Cobal, the dark good-looking ladies’ man who manages to look polished even while traveling cross-country on foot. Some of my best supporting characters not even people. Nyah and Nigan are burdahs, large creatures that exist in the alternate world where Lara travels. They look like a cross between a draft horse and a llama, with turquoise eyes and long lashes.
I hope you’ll enjoy Lara’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. And for those of you who read Not Long Ago, I’m working hard on the sequel. Looks as though I’m about 2/3 of the way done…depending on whether or not my characters cooperate. Also, my thanks so much for your reviews, comments and encouragement. It’s been music to my ears.
Buy link for In My Own Shadow: http://tinyurl.com/bqbxm4l
Buy link for Not Long Ago: http://tinyurl.com/85vgye3
Web Site: http://susanroyal.moonfruit.com
Thanks for inviting me. It’s been great.
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As he bounded off the dais, Waldrom screamed, “What’s going on here?”
A wild rush of wind ripped the tent flaps open, and a horse and rider burst through. Joachim gaped at the body of the dead soldier. His heart raced and leapt to his throat. His gaze traveled up the horse’s legs. A man’s black boots. A scream caught in his throat, and tears filled his eyes. He stared into blue eyes.
The horse pawed the ground and snorted. The rider dismounted and stood next to the dead guard.
Wriggling free of Waldrom, Lilia ran to the rider. She threw her arms around him. “Brandan, you’re here. You’ve come to free us.”
The prince pushed her aside. “Brother, I see you are trying to usurp me again. It appears I got here just in time.”
“No, you’re wrong. I have no desire to take anything rightfully belonging to you.” Joachim stepped toward his brother and reached out a hand to him. “I want to help you and see what we can accomplish together.”
Swatting his hand away, Brandan laughed. “Help me? You’re the one who needs help. Anything you have to offer is worthless to me. Now out of my way. The king and I have business.”
“No, listen to me. You can’t do this.” Joachim spun him around.
He clouted Joachim, knocking him down. “King Waldrom, we need to talk. He’s deceiving you.” He spat at Joachim then turned and bowed to Waldrom. “I’m at your service, My King.”
Regaining his feet, Joachim pushed Brandan into the guard standing behind him. The guard wrapped his muscular arms around Brandan. “What should I do with him, Sire?”
Brandan flipped the soldier to the ground and put his black booted foot on the man’s chest. “The one you should be detaining is standing there, you fool.” He pointed at Joachim.
“What are you doing?” Lilia grabbed Brandan by the arm. “Stop this, or
Waldrom will imprison us all. Why are you jeopardizing our lives?”
He looked at his mother. “Don’t worry, Mother. The only one in any danger here is the traitor you see standing before of you. First, he betrays me, next he kills Father, and now he would betray you and Waldrom. Guards, seize him!”
The king stepped forward and raised his hands to stop the guards. “What do you mean a traitor, and how do you know this?”
“Because I know my brother, and that’s the way he thinks. He’ll lie, cheat, and kill to achieve his own ends, and his goal is to have both countries under his to rule at any cost.”
“Why should I trust you over him?”
“Because I’m just like you,” Brandan responded.
Walking around the twins, Waldrom rubbed his goatee thoughtfully. “My boy, you present an interesting dilemma. How do I choose one over the other? How do I know which one to believe? Guards seize both of them.” Two guards stepped forward, and each grabbed a twin.
“You’re wrong.” Joachim struggled to break free. “This is wrong. I’m not a liar. I only want what’s best, and that’s for us to be together.”
“You’re the one who’s wrong.” Brandan pulled his arm free. “I’ve no use for you.” He turned to Waldrom. “Get him out of here, so we can finish.”
Joachim broke loose, stepped across the gap and grasped his brother by the tunic. Brandan jerked around and punched him. He rubbed his jaw and shoved Brandan, who fell to the ground “What happened to you? You’re not the brother I know.”
Standing up, the black prince pulled his sword. “Nothing is wrong with me. I just realized who I am and who truly cares about me…and it’s not you.” He rested the point of the sword on the cut Waldrom had given Joachim. As Brandan pushed the tip in the scratch, he re-opened the partially scabbed wound. Joa laid his hand on the side of the sword and pushed it away. Guards grabbed Joachim’s arms.
“Enough! I can see you two will not make this easy. I put before you a challenge, which will determine my choice. You will travel to the Cave of Njori and extinguish the flame of Asha. Melvane will accompany you and testify to its completion.”
Brandan replaced his sword and walked over to his horse. “I don’t see the need for this. It’s obvious I am the one, but I’ll go along if that is what you want.” He remounted his horse and reined it around to exit.
Still in the grasp of the soldier, Joachim yelled, “No, Brandan, stop! You can’t do this. We can’t. It’s the light of Asha, never to be extinguished. If you do this, you’ll destroy all hope and any chance we have of defeating this evil.”
Brandan laughed and kicked his horse. “All the more reason to get this done quickly. Guards, find a mount for my brother.”
“No, I won’t go. I can’t do it.”
The king raised his hand. “The choice is made. Guards, take Joachim to the prison tent. Brandan, we will deal with this inconsequential flame later. Right now, we have more important business to attend to.”
He signaled two of the guards to remove Joachim and then, as if it were his own idea, said, “I knew all along he was a traitor. I was only crowning him to draw out the true Prince of Sidramah. Brandan, thank you for arriving so soon and before these Wisdoms regretted what they did here today.”
As the guards dragged him from the tent, Joachim struggled and screamed, “No, he’s lying! Brandan, why are you doing this?” His cries echoed through the camp as Waldrom returned his attentions to those remaining in the tent.
* * * *
The burly guards pushed Joachim into the prison tent. Most of the Cratonites taken captive during the preceding battle had already been put to death or enslaved.
One lone dark figure sat in a corner. Joachim walked over to the opposite corner and fell to the ground. The tent smelled of unwashed bodies and excrement. The ground was mushy and muddy. Joachim felt it seep into his clothing. Two camp dogs covered with blood and dirt wrestled over what appeared to be a human leg bone.
He retched, and tears coursed down his cheeks. The prince buried his head in his hands. “How could Brandan do this to me? I only wanted to protect him from Waldrom and the evil, yet somehow it got to him anyway. And what have I done to Father? I know I wasn’t there to kill him, yet everyone believes I did. How can this be happening?” As the tears dried on his cheeks, Joachim fell asleep, and dark dreams began to plague him.
He stood in the Cave of Kobata. A Nemean lion leapt on his back. He twirled around, throwing the lion off, and then reached for a knife hidden in his boot. He went to slash the lion, and it turned into Waldrom. He paused in confusion.
“Your father and brother have deserted you.”
“No, Father loves me. He would never leave me.”
“Don’t you see he already has? He no longer searches for you, and Brandan has betrayed you. You have no other option than to kill them. Remove them from your life before they do so to you. You no longer need them.”
The king changed into his father as Joachim finished the slashing motion putting his knife into the heart.
“Joa, why are you doing this to me?” Theodric asked as he died.
The prince ran across the cave to a tunnel leading farther into the mountain and felt a stabbing pain in his heart as he fell to the cold, hard floor. His father was dead, and it was his fault. He killed his father. The pain of abandonment and desolation overwhelmed him.
The prince jerked awake. I killed him. He dropped his head into his hands. A hand touched his shoulder. He looked up and saw the dark figure who had been sitting in the corner.
“Listen, my boy. You’ve done nothing wrong. You couldn’t have killed your father. Pull yourself together. You must find a way to escape and get back to him. Your father needs you now, more than he has ever needed anyone.”
“No. Don’t you see I’ve killed him? I can never be forgiven for that. There is no place left for me to go.”
The man shook Joachim. “You didn’t kill him. Sidramah is planting these thoughts in your head, so you’ll become discouraged and give up. You can’t let him take your heart and mind. You must fight him. Come, you are needed.”
Joachim pushed the stranger away. “Who are you, and why do you care what happens to me or my father?”
“My name is Salochin, but that is unimportant. Just know this, you must find your way out of here quickly.” Salochin turned and walked into the shadows and disappeared.
The prince sat for a moment, attempting to assimilate what he had seen. Who was that man, and why did he care? He didn’t have time to figure it out. Right now, he needed to find an escape. He stood and walked over to the spot where Salochin vanished. He ran his hand up and down the wall but didn’t find any tears or weak spots. How could the man have gotten out of the tent? Joachim walked around the inside perimeter of the tent, poking and prodding, trying to find a weakness or an opening, but he found none. Soon, he sat down in a discouraged slump.
He wished Brandan were here. His brother would be able to find a way out. Joa recalled how as children his brother always found a way to hide, to escape. But, how did he do it? The prince couldn’t remember the invisibility spell. He thanked Asha King Waldrom hadn’t felt the need to bind his powers. “What were the words for that chant?” It hadn’t been a chant but a way of thinking. He imagined a white light surrounding him. The light started to blur and take on the color and shapes of his surroundings. He faded into the light, became a part of it. When he had completely disappeared into the camouflage around him, he walked out of the tent and through the camp. Brandan’s spell appeared to be working for him. Joa could see everything and everyone in the camp, but no one seemed to be able to see him.
He kicked a cook fire which set one of the dilapidated tents aflame and watched as its inhabitants ran to escape. When he reached the tethered horses, Joachim set them loose and smacked them, so they would wander off. The few guards on duty were dozing, and Joachim full of overconfidence with his success thus far, tried to walk past them.
A scraggly looking dog covered with sores and dirt lay in his path. Joachim failed to see the dog and stepped on it. The animal jumped up and yelped in pain, waking up a tall, skinny lookout. The guard’s eyes widened as he looked into Joachim’s face and sounded the alarm with loud shouts.
When the guard yelled, Joachim froze. The little Mantion stepped over the dog and pointed his long spear at Joachim’s chest. A second guard stepped up behind the prince and put a spear point to his back. Joachim’s heart beat so fast it felt like it would jump out of his chest. They saw him. What had he done wrong? He panicked. “Frog!” he yelled. The two Mantions turned into frogs and leapt away.
Joachim took a deep breath and bolted into the woods surrounding the camp.
The sun had gone down, and clouds covered the quarter moon in the sky.
Shadows scared Joachim as he ran through the forest. Soon he collapsed in an exhausted heap. This must have been how his brother felt after doing forbidden magic. Even though he had lectured Brandan about it numerous times, he never realized how much energy was wasted by actually using the magic. Now he had used the black magic. He had killed his father and abandoned his mother and brother. He had no place to go. No one would welcome him, except to punish him for his crimes.
The stranger from the tent materialized in the darkness. “Go to Crato’s battle camp. You are guilty of nothing except caring about your family.” He disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.
Now he was seeing phantoms. He must be more tired than he realized. He shook his head. Maybe he would find a place to rest for the night and then decide in the morning what to do.
Palace of the Twelve Pillars. Here is the link to the video trailer: http://youtu.be/PD0Jp99jZA4
Hi everyone. Myrria: Guardian Dragon of Asha here. Today I would like to welcome Vern another of my species and his human counterpart Sister Grace to the Dragon’s Lair. I had a great time interviewing the two of them about their new book Greater Treasures as well as getting a little bit of a scoop on the author Karina Fabian. Please welcome them and enjoy the conversation.
Sister Grace and Vern, thank you both for being here today. You’re promoting your novella, Greater Treasures. Is that your latest adventure?
Sister Grace: It’s the latest in print, but the stories are out of order from how they’ve
happened in our lives. Vern doesn’t tell them to Karina in order, I’m afraid.
Vern: Blame Karina for that. Half the time, she hears about an anthology and comes over with a ham wondering if we have a story that might fit the guidelines! I’m not turning down a good ham just because the story I have is out of chronological order. I have a list of the cases in order on our website: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/p/of-slings-and-feeling-vexed-in.html
So how did you two meet? Were you immediate friends?
Sister Grace: I’m afraid we didn’t like each other very much at first. I had come to Vern with a mystery, and he was…not very receptive to my case.
Vern: I thought you were nuts. I believed in your payments more than I believed in you. Your attitude didn’t help much, either. (stage whisper) She’s an uppity nun—and snarky!
Sister Grace: Aye, and look who’s talking! But I was indeed stressed—it was a difficult time for me—and in the end, Vern protected me.
Vern: Yeah, well, you saved my life (or at least my current, healthy existence) before that, and I know what it cost you.
Sister Grace: And, of course, it helped that I was right all along. We came to a mutual understanding, and over the years, that’s grown into mutual respect and admiration.
Vern: It helps when we’re saving each other’s tails—and the world—one a regular basis. We did tell Karina this story, BTW. It was published in The Book of Tentacles.
I understand you both live in a rather run-down warehouse?
Sister Grace: Yes. We converted the second floor office in the back into a bedroom for me. It’s cozy enough.
Vern: It’s a dump. It’s drafty and too cold in the winter; the bathroom is the previous owner’s customer toilet area with a small shower added. The roof leaked like a colander. Our furniture comes from thrift stores…
Sister Grace (shushing Vern): Dragons don’t handle poverty well. It’s home. And we have a new roof now, and you have high-speed Internet and a top of the line computer designed just for you, so you shouldn’t complain.
Vern: It’s for business, but I do love computers. I have a virtual keyboard that shines onto a steel plate because my claws are hard on plastic. Vows of poverty mean I don’t get to collect stuff, but information is free, and I’ve become quite a connoisseur.
Can you tell us a little about how you work as a team?
Vern: I’m the brains and muscle; Grace is the heart and magic.
Sister Grace: That’s oversimplifying, perhaps, but not too far off the track. I do provide the magical assistance. I…had a long time when I didn’t practice my talent. Vern helped me to regain my confidence and control, and exposure to the Mundane world has given me much inspirati
on for new ways to apply my magic. My abilities have grown and with them, my connection to God—and of course, the closer I am to my Creator, the more my talent is connected to Him, and the stronger it grows. I don’t know where I’d be now, though, if Vern had not come into my life.
Vern is, indeed, the muscle, but I do my fair share of carrying. There are just some things a dragon isn’t suited for doing in this world.
Vern: Like taxes! I was operating completely under the wire before Grace came along. I don’t qualify in the US as a “person,” so she gets the dubious duty of all the official paperwork. I must admit, we eat better now, though. Mundanes are more likely to hire you when they know you’re “legal.”
But you started out working for the sheriff?
Vern: Bert paid in favors. Things got a little rough when Los Lagos finally started its own police department and brought in Capt. Santry as Chief of Police.
Where do you see DragonEye, PI going in the future?
Sister Grace: I leave that completely in God’s hands.
Vern: I, on the other hand (and I have four; five, if you count my prehensile and talented tail), want to see our business going upscale. Couple of junior detectives, a secretary, an accountant—and new lair!
Greater Treasures by Karina Fabian
Part of the DragonEye series of novels and stories
Tag line: When Grace’s life is in danger, Vern will do just about anything to find a cure—but will he sacrifice the fate of two worlds for her life? #dragoneye http://tinyurl.com/greatertreasureskindle
Blurb: Being a private detective in the border town of the Faerie and Mundane worlds isn’t easy, even for a dragon like Vern. Still, finding the wayward brother of a teary damsel in distress shouldn’t have gotten so dangerous. When his partner, Sister Grace, gets poisoned by a dart meant for him, Vern offers to find an artifact in exchange for a cure. However, this is no ordinary trinket—with a little magic power, it could control all of mankind. Can Vern find the artifact, and will he sacrifice the fate of two worlds for the life of his best friend?
Keywords: dragons, mystery, dragoneye, noir fantasy, lance of longinus, maltese falcon, dragon detectives, neo-nazis, racial prejudice, faerie creatures, conspiracy theories in fantasy, Karina Fabian
Link: http://tinyurl.com/greatertreasureskindle Will get the print link to you as soon as the book goes live on Amazon. It should be in a day or two, but you never know.
Categories: fantasy, fantasy mystery, paranormal, urban fantasy, noir
Video Trailer Link: http://youtu.be/tnv4Tp3JUcw
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Given the day I was having, it came as no surprise that when I got home, I found the dogs sprawled in a drugged sleep and the sounds of things being overturned from within the warehouse. I decided not to bother with subtlety, but I did resist the urge to burst in with flames going full-blast. I had questions first.
Naturally, I walked straight in to find an automatic weapon—yep, a bona fide black-market AK-47—and I thought only Faerie lived their clichés—and six other weapons of various types pointed at me. I didn’t stop, just closed the door with my tail while I strolled in slow and placid-like. My visitors had shaved heads, faces painted white with clown paint, and black t-shirts with swastikas in white circles.
“If you’re the housekeeping service, you’re fired.”
“You stay right there, or we gonna fire you!” said one guy from the sidelines as he held his nunchucks at the ready.
What’d he think he would do—whack me on the nose? I turned to the one holding the assault rifle. “Scraping the bottom of the barrel with that one, weren’t you?”
“He’s right. You just stay still while we search the place.”
“The place” was a ten-thousand square foot warehouse with offices on the upper floor. Boxes I still hadn’t opened line the walls and made a maze in the second warehouse room. I settled myself on the floor and rested my head on my crossed arms. “Go ahead. I get half of anything you find.”
They stared at me, unbelieving. I smiled back. Mr. Cooperation, that’s me. Finally, Big Gun snarled for the others to get to work. As he turned his back on me, Nunchucks muttered, “I got your half. Don’t think I don’t.” Guess he learned such witty repartee in Hitler Youth Summer Camp.
I watched and listened and waited. With eight teenage skinheads trashing my place, it was only a matter of time.
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” I suggested as Nunchucks made a grab for the doorknob to Grace’s workshop.
“You gonna stop me?” He turned the knob.
“Nope,” I said as I closed my ears and my eyes. Even so, I saw the otherworldly light and heard the harmonious roar of Divine Vengeance followed by Mundane screams.
“The Heavenly Host on the other hand…”
I waited until the screams died down to whimpers before opening my eyes and rising.
Four of the skinheads were unconscious. Three may as well have been; they were curled up in the fetal position, whimpering. Nunchucks was actually crying for his mommy. Big Guns had collapsed to the floor as well, the gun thrown away from him. He was sitting and rocking and making high-pitched keening through the roof of his mouth.
I’d tell Grace to tone down her wards some, except that the effect is directly proportional to the evilness of the intent. Suddenly, I was feeling a little shaky about my earlier entrance.
Knights out of the armor now. I went around, collecting weapons in the office trash can and poking through pockets. I found the usual stuff—driver’s licenses, credit cards, petty cash… One kid had a condom; wishful thinking on his part, I knew. Another had a report card. MLK High. Wonder if he was the one beating up Faerie kids? Honor roll grades, too. Of all the years I’ve battled evil, there were still some things I didn’t understand.
As I was returning Big Guns’ (aka Rick Matherston’s) wallet back into his jacket pocket, he blinked and focused on me.
“What was that?”
“Angels, kid.” Actually a kind of magical shadow of the real thing, but close enough.
“But I thought angels were—”
“There’s a reason why their first words are usually ‘Fear not!’ whenever they meet a human.”
His eyes returned to their unfocused stare. I almost felt sorry for him. Then I noticed the letters FARISLAR tattooed on his knuckles. Faerie slayer.
About Greater Treasures: Most people associate the DragonEye stories with high humor ranging from puns to slapstick, and in fact, the first stories and the novels have certainly been crazy fun. But the life of a cynical dragon PI isn’t all laughs, and Vern has had a few chilling stories to tell me. Some of these, I’ve sold to anthologies, but some are too long for that. Thus, I’ve decided to start publishing them on my own.
One thing I like to do for DragonEye stories is watch old noir films. Greater Treasures came to me while watching the Maltese Falcon. If you’ve never seen it, I recommend it. (Then, reread the story to see if you catch the in jokes.) I needed something with more “oomph” than a bird statue, and since Vern has some history with the Lance of Longinus, it made a good fit. I enjoyed looking up all the conspiracy theories about the use of the Lance by Hitler, which is where the neo-Nazi angle came in. To say more would be spoilers, so please, enjoy the story.
And if you do, be sure to check out Vern’s other tales at http://dragoneyepi.net.
Winner of the 2010 INDIE for best Fantasy (Magic, Mensa and Mayhem), Karina Fabian has imagination that takes quirky twists that keep her–and her fans–amused. Nuns working in space, a down-and-out Faerie dragon working off a geas from St. George, zombie exterminators—there’s always a surprise in Fabian’s worlds. Mrs. Fabian teaches writing and book marketing seminars, but mostly is concerned with supporting her husband, Rob Fabian as he makes the exciting leap from military officer to civilian executive, getting her kids through high school and college, and surviving daily circuit torture…er, circuit training. Read about her adventures at http://fabianspace.com.
Find Karina at:
Live and Let Fly: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/p/live-and-let-fly.html
Magic, Mensa and Mayhem: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/p/magic-mensa-and-mayhem.html
Book tour link with all the stops: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/2013/04/greater-treasures-book-tour.html
Twitter hashtags: #dragoneye, #noirfantasy
Sorry I missed Z yesterday, but life took control and between trying to sell a house and my daughter’s birthday I didn’t get anywhere near my computer to make a post.
Don’t forget Palace of the Twelve Pillars was released on April 26. Here is the MuseItUp link: http://museituppublishing.
I visited Penny Ehrenkranz’s blog yesterday. Hop on over and take a look.
A couple of quick updates: Palace of Three Crosses is now with the second editor at the publisher and on track for release in Sept.
Sanctuary of Nine Dragons has been submitted and the editor and publisher have both acknowledged its presence.