Monday, December 29, 2014

#We Proudly Present: 32 Seconds by Johanna K. Pitcairn BOOK BLAST

To the average onlooker, the city of Los Angeles represents glitz, glamour, and the celebrity lifestyle. But to seventeen-year-old Julie Jones, the city is a vast host of problems she’s longing to get away from. The latest? An unfortunate disagreement with her ex-boyfriend Mark—one that could land her in some serious hot water.

So rather than face the troubles that torment her, Julie decides to run away from her old life and start fresh somewhere new. But her parents aren’t on board with the plan, and she soon finds her bank accounts frozen and her wallet empty.

With just seventy-five dollars and a full tank of gas, the troubled teen is far too stubborn to turn around and head home. So what’s a girl to do?

What Julie doesn’t know is that her travels are about to take her somewhere unexpected—a place where she’ll be forced to come face to face with the ghosts of her past in order to secure her future.

A tale of redemption, hope, and freedom lost and found, 32 Seconds is a thought-provoking exploration into the human spirit and the nature of forgiveness.



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Random Fun Facts:

1) To trigger my inspiration, I binge on Netflix. I pick shows from any genre, and study the dialog and the plot. I also watch video game walkthroughs on YouTube. It's a great help to develop my characters.
2) I can't remember the last time I've had a bad case of writer's block. Plotting helps eliminate that issue. 
3) My biggest pet peeves: misspellings, grammatical errors, and inconsistent formatting. 
4) Julie Jones has named her car "Bubble", and when she swears, she says things like "shizzle", "shizzle nizzle" or "crapola in a peanut butter jar".
5) The original title for the first draft of the story, before it became 32 Seconds, was Death by Chocolate. 
6) Julie Jones loves In&Out burgers, and strawberry milkshakes. 
7) Julie is also a surfer. Her favorite beach is the one in Oceanside, CA. 
8) I'm a cat lover. I have four cats, and they all distract me from writing by taking turns and lying on top of my laptop.

About the Author:
Johanna K. Pitcairn has dreamed of becoming a writer since childhood--authoring her first novel at the age of nine, and countless poems, stories, and screenplays by the age of seventeen. Later, rather than pursuing a career as a director and screenwriter, she decided to go to law school, driven by her father's opinion that "writing does not pay the bills."

Ten years later, she moved to New York City, which inspired her to go back to the excitement, wonder, and constant change of being a writer. Pitcairn is a huge fan of psychological-thriller novels and movies, and delves into her hopes, fears, friends, enemies, and everything in between in her own writing.


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Look forward the review of 32 Seconds early 2015 (because I do...)! 
Wonderful holidays everyone! 




Tuesday, December 9, 2014

#We Proudly Present a #Book Review: Antique Magic (Alicia Trent, #1) by Eileen Harris


Antique dealer Alicia Trent is hired to appraise a huge collection of treasures hoarded by a woman who has recently died in the town where Alicia grew up.

The huge old house poses mystery after mystery from the moment she arrives, but the stakes become deadly when murder is added to the mix. The question then becomes, can she stay alive long enough to unmask the killer?





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Review:

We recently decided to join the evergrowing group of b00k R3vi3w Tours, because Debdatta (the wonderful owner of both the blog and tours) has awesome taste in books and is a pleasure to work with.
So when she asked if we are interested in doing a review, I was immediately on board. A new mystery with a bit of magic sounded like good entertainment for my evenings. 
On that note, thanks for the author to provide a free review copy in exchange for an honest review. 

CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT
(OR NOT)

Well, as far as the plot goes, the summary says it all - the minute Alicia Trent's hackles are raised at the death of Mrs. Hall, things get interesting. Around every corner, there are mysteries waiting to be dealt with, art is to be appraised, love interests are to be handled and food is to be eaten. 
Eileen Harris did a good job in the suspense department - the reader can never be too sure about the innocence of people. 
The characters are likeable, relateable, and interesting; the story line is interesting, if a bit low on the art; and the pacing is well done. Oh, and I liked the end. And no, I'm not going to tell. *evilgrin*  

I have to admit that mystery is not my usual cup of tea, but nevertheless I enjoyed the book. It sure did make for good entertainment - but then I had faith in the author, as I had already enjoyed the slower paced 'The Black Cane' by Eileen Harris (first in the Dowager Club series, a sort of Miss Marple and her Cronies adventure). 

RATING: 3,5 STARS

I don't usually give half stars, but in this case it was warranted. Antique Magic didn't quite make my standards for 4 Stars - the story was good, but with whatever I read I want details, details, details (you know, the things that draw me into the ficitonal world) and I missed that here to a certain extent. Still, Antique Magic is more than 3 STARS because of its entertainment value and because the mystery was done well. So, 3,5 STARS for Eileen Harris and a recommendation for everyone liking this type of novel. I'll even go as far and say that I'll read the next book if I come across it.


Excerpt:

Without consciously making a decision to do so, I grabbed my robe and headed for the door. If the thief was in the house, it might be my chance to identify him or her. One last glance at the globe showed the black was now mixed with a lot of orange. It looked like a Halloween decoration.


I turned off the light in the room, then quietly unlocked and opened my door. A flashlight would be a big help, but mine was packed in my suitcase. This was the first time I’d needed it. I eased out into the dark hall. A nightlight plugged in at the top of the stairs made a dim glow and I started in that direction. Moving slowly, I listened intently for any unusual noise. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful. I didn’t think anyone had stayed overnight in the house except Naomi and me. The stairs were solid and didn’t make a sound as I crept down. Time moved in slow motion and it seemed to take forever to reach the bottom. Once there, I began making my way to the living room. We always turned off the electronic security on that door at night since there were no potential buyers coming in and out after five. Even though I still hadn’t seen anything suspicious, somehow the atmosphere seemed wrong. Danger seemed to lurk in every dark corner. I was anxious to make sure the items displayed for viewing hadn’t been disturbed. Moving into the room and closing the door seemed to take forever. I couldn’t wait to get the light turned on. At first glance everything looked fine. Walking around the items for a closer look, I still didn’t see any evidence of tampering. Maybe I was overreacting and chasing ghosts. I decided to return to my room, but instead I veered into the study for a quick look. I wasn’t quite ready to admit my fears were just my nerves playing tricks. This time I hadn’t done the smart thing and called for Dan. He had to be tired of my crying wolf and not finding any evidence. I’d need a darn good reason before choosing to disrupt the entire household again.

At first the study also seemed undisturbed, but as my eyes adjusted, my heart skipped a beat. Someone had pushed the button that moved the desk aside. The light on the stairs leading down into the passageway had been turned on. Someone had entered the house, but I couldn’t call Dan from here and didn’t want to lose the chance to discover the identity of the intruder. All of a sudden my policy of not crying wolf didn’t seem so wise. I picked up a large letter opener from the desk and started down the stairs. The cloying feeling of danger increased with each step. The second bookcase on the left hand side of the hall was moved aside, revealing a passage I hadn’t known existed. The walls in this new passage were lined with artwork. Creeping silently along, I noticed that the art consisted of a variety of styles. At a quick glance I saw pen-and-ink, charcoals, watercolors and oils. I wouldn’t know what all was there until I had time to investigate. Right now my attention was focused on finding out who was down here and why. The passage climbed steadily upward. There didn’t seem to be any side doors, at least none that were obvious, until the end of the passage. Here one door opened to the right. By now my sense of direction had become confused and I wasn’t sure what part of the house this passage ran through, but it might be somewhere on the second floor.

About the Author:

From living off the grid in the Arizona desert, Eileen has moved to the woods of upstate New York. She has authored a standalone adventure novel called Desert Shadow. She is also the author of Alicia Trent Series. The Black Cane : Dowager Diaries Book 1 is her latest release.








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Saturday, November 29, 2014

#We Proudly Present: Claiming Carlos by Rachelle Ayala

Book #2 of Sanchez Sisters Series

Choco Sanchez is stuck in a rut. She's never hit a softball and has been friends forever with Carlos Lopez, the head cook at her family's Filipino restaurant. When flashy restaurant consultant Johnny Dee hits her with a pitch, she falls head over heels and gets a makeover

Carlos Lopez is not about to lose one for the home team. Johnny launches a full scale change on the menu, and Carlos sends him straight into the dumpster. Claiming Choco's heart proves more difficult. But never underestimate a man who can cook hot, spicy, and steamy, and we ain't talking just food.





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Excerpt:
[Love to Hate Miranda]

“Stop.” Miranda waves a spatula and blocks our way. “No members of the wait staff allowed in the kitchen.”
“I need another order of vegan spring rolls. No meat!” Sarah yells.
“She stole my gluten-free bangus.” Susie pushes her way past Miranda, who bounces against the door to the cold room, opening it.
“Out, out of the kitchen.” Miranda sticks a finger in Susie’s chest. Big mistake.
Susie’s nostrils flare and her piercings dance. “Out of my way.”
With a hefty push, she shoves Miranda who stumbles back into the cold room. Her arms windmilling, she falls in between the sides of raw pork belly hanging up to dry.
“Ai ya!” Miranda slaps at the pork bellies and pulls on a trussed whole duck for balance, right when a wooden tray of balut, fertilized duck eggs with the intact embryo, falls and splatters over her. The slime and partially formed embryos ooze down her hair and face.
Everyone except Johnny bursts out laughing. I whip out my cell phone and snap as many pictures as I can before Johnny blocks my view to help his mother.
Out of nowhere, Carlos appears, and he gives Johnny a kick on the back of his tight leopard printed butt, sending him sprawling against the skewered suckling pigs. They tumble like dominoes, knocking Johnny on top of his balut-covered mother.

Carlos picks up a tray of the Vietnamese style transparently wrapped no-fry spring rolls and flings the contents into the cold room all over Johnny and Miranda. “Vegan spring rolls is off the menu.”

About the Author
Rachelle Ayala is a bestselling Asian American author of dramatic romantic suspense and humorous, sexy contemporary romances. Her heroines are feisty and her heroes hot. She writes emotionally challenging stories but believes in the power of love and hope.

Rachelle is the founder of an online writing group, Romance in a Month, an active member of the California Writer's Club, Fremont Chapter, and a volunteer for the World Literary Cafe. She is a very happy woman and lives in California with her husband. She has won awards in multicultural and historical romance

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Monday, November 17, 2014

#Diary of the Weird and Wonderful: #WhatDroveMeToWrite


Back in June I was asked if I would like to write a guest post on the blog The Writing Desk. Someone mentioned the post to me the other day so I went on and re-read it. Seeing as I've got loads of homework for college do get through I haven't had a lot of time to read or watch TV or anything really so I thought I'd post my guest post :)

What drove me to write

I've always loved writing since I was a child, of course then, I was the main character in all of my stories and repeatedly saved the world. But now I love to build from my crazy imagination and see where it leads me. In 2010 I suffered a miscarriage, and as you can imagine I was heartbroken, but I choose to see the world as ‘Everything happens for a reason’.
     For me, it was discovering my love for books. I’d never properly, let a book take me in, but when I cracked the spine of Stephanie Mayer’s Twilight, something just clicked inside of me (team Edward). I couldn’t get enough, at one point I’d read four of Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse books in four days, it was crazy (team Eric).
     Then, after eight months nonstop reading of other people’s books, I decided I’d like to contribute. My life would be so boring if it wasn’t for the amazing Authors who chose to tell their stories to the world, it’s only fair that I give something back.
     So naturally I chose to follow the same genre of the Authors who captured my mind, fiction, but I focused mainly on the fights and dramas that come with a group of supernatural people banded together because of what they are.
There is nothing better than picking up a book and realizing, this would never happen in real life. There’s nothing a bunch of witches and vampires are going through, that could make you think “that’s exactly what I’m going through” (unless you are a witch or a vampire, in that case, get in contact with me I’d love to chat).
     Even though I’ve stressed on how much I love fictional characters, after I’ve finished writing the third book in my The Old Soul’s Coven series, I’m going to start on a new two-part-series. It’s also going to be very drama based, just less of the supernatural people. This story has been swirling around in my mind, about as long as Emily’s Haven has, but Emily’s story became too juicy and I had to write it first. I’m very excited to get started on the new series, but I have to often remind myself of my half-finished book. 


Well my 'half-finished book' (AKA Unhinged) is now finished (it'll be available on Amazon soon) and I've been contemplating on what to write next. After reading this post I'm leaning towards my two-part-series, BUT I'll have to speak to my imagination to see what he wants to do. 

 Anna's Dilemma is free on Amazon for the next four days; I'd originally wrote this book for the sole purpose of giving it away for free, but Amazon told me I could only do that for five days every ninety days (I don't know why), so get it for free HERE while you can :) 

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

#Diary of the Weird and Wonderful: #amwriting

Good morning world!

So, I know I've promised I tell you all about my favorite YA novels this week, BUT... and yes, there is one, of course - I got sucked into writing again. Thanks to my two-week hiatus, I thought to catch up this weekend and what do you know...I'm still writing! I've spent every free minute dreaming, plotting and typing whatever the voice in my head (the one I affectionately call 'my creative bitch LOL) told me to.

And... I've got about five chapters left of Sword of Fire! I'm so proud and happy and what-not, because that means that my baby is going to be out at around Christmas. YEY!

I think it turned out good so far...but I'll have to read the thing as a whole first, to be absolutely sure ;)

Anyway, the promised blogs will find a way to you, but a bit later than I thought - so maybe at Saturday or Sunday, whenever I need a break from all the drama and fighting that is waiting for me in Sword of Fire!

PS: 
Great News: I'm proud to announce that Carla was equally productive with Old Soul's Coven #2, despite the distractions of a) college and b) life with a boy and a husband! You rock, girl! 
But I digress, so back to what's important: I've got the pleasure of reading an ARC of her new book, and... it's so, so, so, so gooood! 
(I believe my exact words were "Fuck me sideways, you did it again!" - how's that for feedback? LOL) 

Wish you all the best and a great time with everything you do!
Caris

Monday, November 10, 2014

#Watch This! (Movie Review)

Mrs. Brown’s Boys D’Movie (2014)




Movie Description: The movie sees Agnes Brown go to court to protect her family's stall at Dublin's Moore Street market from a corrupt Russian businessman who wishes to convert it into a shopping centre.


Plot: When Agnes Brown (Brendan O’Carroll) and her friends find their market stalls being closed down one-by-one, Agnes makes a stand against P.R Irwin (Dermot Crowley) and his Russian Associate. Agnes’s grandmother (she owned the market stall before Agnes) apparently didn’t pay her taxes, leaving the debt to be paid by Agnes which lands her in court. The Brown family band together along with an alcoholic solicitor, a barrister who has Tourette’s syndrome and some blind Ninjas, to find a piece of evidence to help Agnes win her case.

When the movie came out in the cinema I’d heard from quite a few people that it wasn’t as good as the series, but personally, I think it was better. Instead of filming everything in a studio, it was out in the real world of Dublin. There was still funny out-takes that were kept in, some stunts, and granddad wasn’t sat in his chair for the full movie. But for me the funnies part of the movie was the last line; Agnes jumps onto a counter and grabs a lady by her scarf, after yelling some abuse she gets down and say’s to Winnie (Eilish O’Carroll) “I landed right on my cock.” I literally fell on my sofa laughing!!


5 stars for Mrs. Brown!!!


Friday, November 7, 2014

#Mirror Mirror: News About Ourselves

I'm proud to say that I got yet another great blogger to read my books and the wonderful lady in question - Jen from the Dragon Blog: Sassy Sisters on Fire - didn't only offer to review my works but also granted me some space to ramble on about what I love most (of the non-human variety, of course): writing!

Thanks again for doing this, Jen - you are great!

So feel free to check out my guest post over at the Dragon Blog (HERE) and enter the giveaway for both Soul of Fire and Emerald Fire :)

BTW, the guest post is called Family Dinner from Hell or How to Write Fantasy and gives you an insight on how I mostly come up with fantasy plots. Or how I imagine Lord of the Rings came into being (Tolkien sure attended one too many dinners of this kind - no matter what all those war-happy scholars claim to the contrary)

Anyway, today the review for Emerald Fire will be up, the one for Soul of Fire goes live tomorrow! Can't wait to see what Jen thought about my novels...
So, if you are interested in an honest review on my books, please venture over there and check out the Dragon Blog!

Enjoy your Friday - weekend is coming up fast!

Caris

#We Proudly Present: Release Day Blitz



Arcadia

(The Wonderlust Chronicles, #1)

By Hope Christine




 


Ever since Sky Captain Lemise Holdif was a boy, he’s been faced with the End of Days. For decades an unknown enemy has been systematically wiping out life in the galaxy, starting with the most advanced societies. Now Arcadia, a world built from the trash of an entire galaxy, is the only planet left capable of distant space travel, and the next target. Lemise is desperate to save his home world, but his plans are interrupted when an alien visitor transports onto his ship. Lead Specialist Paelae Madison is the last of her kind. The only survivor of the First Attack, and bent on revenge for the destruction of her people. In desperation, she teleports onto an Arcadian ship and offers aid in the coming war. Arcadia sees her as a hero, but Lemise is weary to trust a stranger who’s survived over five hundred previous battles. Together the two fight to defeat an enemy far more advanced, and far more cunning than Arcadia has ever known. But extinction lurks around every corner, and The Enemy isn’t the only one threatening to destroy the world. 


EXTRACT:

 

Officers stumbled over each other in preparation for the day ahead. As soon as the first rays of purple sunshine peaked over the city, a line had started to form for the bathrooms, and Paelae was thrust back into the world of the living with a jolt. Sweat covered her face, and her breathing was too rapid.
Despite the cramped space, the other women gave her a reasonable berth, some eying her while checking their weapons.
Had she screamed in her sleep? The nights had grown increasingly rare when she didn’t have a nightmare.
“Hey.” Paelae sat up and tugged the clothes out of her trunk. She ran a hand over the purple and black jumpsuit provided for her; it felt wrong, wearing the colors of another people. It was the first time anyone offered her a uniform. She preferred the Imladian one; it was familiar.
“Hey.” This time she looked up, noticing that the one-word sentence had been directed to her.
A woman stood at the end of her bed, arms crossed and legs apart as if at ease. “Name’s Benni. I’m your guard.”
Of course, the woman from the ship.
Benni was a head shorter than Paelae and bore the markings of a low rank.
“I’m Paelae,” she said and stood to greet Benni with a hard stare. “I’m your…” She searched for an appropriate word.
“Ally,” Benni finished for her. “Sky cap’s waiting outside for you.”
Paelae took the cue and began her attempt to navigate out of the barracks, jumping over beds and weaving around people until she reached the metal door. Outside, the world was tainted purple as the sun filtered through Arcadia’s atmospheric shielding, a product of too many chemical bombs. What had once been a rushed patch job to keep air on the planet had since evolved into a last line of defense worthy of acknowledgment. It was one of few things Arcadians boasted about among the planets—when the planets still existed.
Captain Lemise stood just outside the barrack doors, looking across the miles of asphalt designated for intergalactic travel. Bordering the west side of the airfield and encroaching fast upon the north, were piles of rejected technology and broken spaceships tossed out by hundreds of different races.
That’s how Arcadia had started, as a junkyard, but then lost voyagers found a home on it, attracting others—from those shunned by their own people to travelers broken down with no funds to continue on their journey. Eventually, it became a home for those who had nowhere else to go, and scavenging became more than an act of survival; it became a trade.
Most of the north and east were surrounded by low-class, brick apartment buildings, meant for the soldiers and their families.
“You’re not in uniform.” Lemise deduced upon seeing her. “If you want on my Chasers, you wear my uniform.”
Paelae shrugged. “Bathroom line was too long to change.”
Lemise began to walk away. “Then wake up earlier.”
Paelae walked close behind with Benni in tow as the sky captain began to explain. “Miss Demitri is our chief innovation and engineering specialist; with a screwdriver and a handful of computer chips, she could change a toaster into an engine. You will work beside her under close supervision. I want a particle shield by the end of the week.”
She almost laughed. Particle shields were difficult with the right materials, but with makeshift metals and roundabout wiring, he would be lucky if it turned on in three weeks.
“In exchange, you will work beside me in the evenings,” he continued.
Lemise didn’t expand any further on her evening expectations, but Paelae suspected they would be dull at best until Lemise began to trust her better.
“Unless there are complications. Then I will jettison you out of an airlock in EWAN territory. Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. Centuries of military training had drilled the habit into her.
He led them to a jeep, and another soldier drove them east to a warehouse that stood ten stories tall. Behind it, a mesh, wire gate separated civilian from soldiers. Paelae watched as a group of young boys tossed a ball back and forth to each other, running down a deserted street to throw it in a trash can.
They used to play a similar game on the cityship as trainees. It was one of the few bits and pieces they had smuggled from the Earthen culture, played in secret when the officers had left.
Once, General Amir had caught them midgame when he came to get Paelae for sparring lessons. Anything Earthen was not to be spoken of or remembered in any way, but she had been rebellious as all teenagers were those days. Everyone had frozen in place. The terror coursing through their bodies made them forget to even salute. Trying to run would have been devastating.
Amir had walked between them, assessing the trainees. He had been furious, but his anger hadn’t been displayed in shouting or beating; it had filled the silence that spread between moments in time.

“Madison,” he addressed with a calm, collected demeanor, turning to look at her. “Why do we not register Earth as a planet in our systems?”
She didn’t reply.

“Madison!” This time the words were forceful, bringing her back from the past. Lemise and Benni had already departed from the vehicle and waited for her.
With a sigh, she shook the memory away, letting it dissipate into the morning air and jumped out of the jeep.
Lemise led them through an open garage door. Inside, the warehouse resembled a miniature junkyard. As Paelae looked closer, she could tell that the piles had been organized to some degree. One had wire, another had chips, and a third was weaponry.
“Demitri!” Lemise called. A clatter of metal followed, and the sky captain took that as a cue. They wove in and out of large piles and then climbed over smaller ones until the ground could be seen again. A giant square of cleared floor sat under an open roof, and near the opposite end, a young woman drew up schematics on a metalwork table.
“Demitri,” Lemise called again as they walked up to her.
Demitri glanced up through layers of grease stains and smudges of dirt. Bright red hair fell in a tangled mess past her shoulders, held back by a set of goggles. Deep, blue crescents were visible beneath her eyes, as if the woman had been bruised.
“Did you sleep here last night?” He didn’t address her as a soldier, nor did she wear a uniform. Instead, brown overalls adorned her skeletal frame, and a belt of odd tools kept it hanging up.
Demitri gave him a confused look. “No. I’ve only just arrived.”
“You were supposed to be in an hour ago,” Lemise said as the military eased back into his speech.
“I was delayed,” she said and threw her arms open. “It’s not like I don’t stay past midnight anyway. Every genius needs sleep. Is this the Imladian?”
Lemise pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “This is Madison.”
Demitri stepped around the table and snatched Paelae’s arm up, pushing back the black leather sleeve. After a moment, Demitri let out a whistle. “That’s a particle shield all right. I’ll need the big guns for those supplies.”
“One week,” Lemise said.
Demitri laughed before realizing he was serious. “Two weeks, sleep, free meals, and you throw in that glass plating I need to fix the Mirage.”
“One week, no sleep, free breakfast, and you fix the Mirage because it’s your job, not a bargaining chip.”
“Two weeks, no sleep, and lunches.”
“A week and a half, sleep, and no food.”
Demitri was about to throw in another bargain when a little girl ran out from behind a pile of piping. She held up a colored picture with evident pride, tugging on Demitri’s pants and grunting to get her attention.
“A week and a half, no sleep, and forget this happened,” Demitri said as she placed a hand on her daughter’s head. “The daycare was filled, and Pops is working cross-continent. I wouldn’t bring her unless it was my only option, I swear.”
Lemise knelt down to the girl’s level. “Hello, Demi.” He smiled.
Demi held up her picture of colorful stick figures, grunting as she pointed in stunted movements at each one.
“I see.” Lemise took her picture and gave it a further inspection. “It is a beautiful picture. Will you draw me one?”
Paelae watched in mild horror. Demi was broken. On the cityship, they considered it a mercy to chloroform such children at birth, if they made it that far without detection; and it shocked her that all those years she never thought twice about it. Never before had she encountered one on other planets, though she’d heard stories.
Lemise stood, turning back to Demitri. “Will she be okay around new faces?”
“Yeah, she’s better with it now.” Demitri cracked her knuckles in anticipation.
“A week and a half, no sleep, and lunches,” he offered.
“Deal.”
They shook on it.
“I’ll leave you to it then,” Lemise said and left, disappearing behind piles of trash.
Demitri pulled a chair up for her daughter to continue drawing, and then lounged back in one of her own.
“You named her after yourself,” Paelae stated when the silence had extended beyond comfort.
“Of course I did. She’s a Devonian.” Demitri fiddled with the lenses on her goggles.
Paelae nodded, though she didn’t know what that meant. “Should we get started, then?”
Demitri tossed her a pencil. “Copy your arm, please.”
She looked at the writing instrument with amusement. Once, this had been the only way to transcribe thoughts, but it had been centuries since she used one. “I don’t know how to use this.”
That caught Demitri’s attention. “You don’t know how to use a pencil?”
“Not anymore, no.”
Demitri laughed. “Aliens, sometimes you get too advanced for your own good. Come here. I’ll do it.” Another pencil was pulled from the depths of her ponytail. “Please tell me you can at least use a welder.”






Sneak Peek Into Arcadian Culture: 


Arcadia is a junkyard planet but it collects more than just broken ships. Before it was a recognized planet, it had been a place of refuge for lost voyagers. Eventually it began to collect people like it collected trashed technology. Some were refugees, others were stranded after running out of money for their journey, and some were simply shunned from their own worlds.


With so many different people there’s a lot of borrowed pieces of culture that has been meshed together to form the Arcadian way of life. For example: they love to refurbish or repurpose technology but it is the highest crime of their court systems to help create or aide in the creation of cyborgs: part human, part technology. Don’t improve what man did not make.


The law developed from their belief that a soul cannot find the World Beyond unless the body is whole. It makes navigating the Field of Stars, a type of purgatory, difficult because a partial soul would have to wait for a whole soul to help guide them. This belief was stolen from the Monks on the planet Maldeen who had a very different lifestyle, rarely traveling into space.


Paelae is the outsider on Arcadia, she comes from a more crisp and clean way of traveling space. It’s like taking Captain Picard and putting him on the Serenity. She has a hard time adjusting to their way of life but as you read it from her perspective you begin to pick up on where all those bits and pieces of Arcadian society came from.


Lemise, who is born on Arcadia and has had little contact with other races (since most just fire at them for scavenging the graves of the dead) sees Paelae’s past life on the Imladian ships as very excessive and wasteful. In this way, as well as others, they tend to clash.


As the story progresses you can really see how Paelae’s and Lemise’s culture begin to shape who they become from a young age.





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About the Author:


Hope Christine was born in Arizona and raised in Colorado. Her youth was spent in Narnia and her teenage years in Middle-Earth. Like most, she grew up with reluctance and then attended college for multiple degrees before settling on Linguistics.
Today she studies Middle-Eastern languages and works in retail.
She’s opinionated, blunt, loves to bike, and bares an extreme hate of peaches.


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