Introducing author K.R.R. Lockhaven who shares an exclusive excerpt of ‘The Conjuring of Zoth-Avarex: The Self-Proclaimed Greatest Dragon in the Multiverse.’
The sun couldn’t have possibly cared less that its light was scattered into wondrous brushstrokes of oranges and violets across the heavens. It didn’t give a flaming shit if a deep, fiery crimson along the horizon made chests swell at its splendor. Indifferent to the majesty of its radiant brilliance, which spoke of a vast infinity of possibilities, it continued to carelessly produce heat and light through nuclear fusion. It didn’t give a floating fuck whether or not the glory of its rising made anyone come to believe that magic was real, or that life was, in fact, beautiful and worth living. Harris Reed, unmindful of the sun’s apathy, was thoroughly impressed by the lovely sunrise as he headed to his first day at his new job. Harris knew for a fact that magic was real. He was headed to the Site. The gravel road he had been instructed to take meandered through a still forest and up a gentle incline. He drove his barely running car with a song in his heart and a whistle on his lips, bursting with excitement at the prospect of finally arriving…
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Introducing author S.S. Frankowska who shares an excerpt of epic fantasy novel ‘Heroes Of the Shadow. Blue Scar Indeabinito’.
“INDEABINITO WAS A VERY OLD WORLD. It has existed for millions of years. Over the first centuries, new races were born. After all, the kingdom was inhabited by twelve different races, one being the human race. The other eleven races were characterized by abilities which humans were unable to possess. Still, the position of people in this world was extremely privileged. They have been treated as a race that everyone else should watch out for. A race that others have to look after, with no one allowed to hurt them. At the head of the kingdom were always human queens and kings. They held meetings in which all races took part. The king and queen were always ready to hear the voices of other races, but ultimately it was up to them to make decisions. There came a moment in the history of this world when the last ruling couple made a mistake. Worrying about the future of their children, putting their good above the good of the kingdom, they mislaid their trust and irreversibly changed the course of Indeabinito history. With their actions, they introduced into this world something that had never been there before. Magic. A force that allowed humans to measure themselves with the abilities of other races. Of course, at first no one dared to oppose humans. Everyone knew that their firstborn son embraced to seek the power that did not come from this world, but they remained silent. The second son of the royal couple grew into a wonderful man. Nobody doubted that he would be a worthy successor to his parents. Therefore, after the unexpected death of the king and queen, when their ship sunk because of a storm, all races were glad to welcome the nineteen-year-old king. The second son. Nobody knew what was happening to the eldest son of the royal couple. They were worried about his disappearance, but nobody was eager to find him. The whole kingdom celebrated the coronation.”
Introducing author Dominika Pindor who shares an excerpt of YA fantasy novel ‘Wings and Shadows’.
“When I turned onto Welling Ave, the crowds began to disperse, and by the time I reached Scott Street, I was alone. At the intersection, I pressed the greasy button on the traffic light pole and leaned against it as I waited for the red circle to turn green. “I don’t mean to bother you, dear, but could you assist me with these? It’ll only take a moment.” The voice came from an old woman, who had seemingly appeared out of thin air. She was short, perhaps five feet at most, and stood wearily hunched over her walker. The overflowing bags of groceries she had been referring to were draped over the rails, making the thin pieces of metal strain underneath their weight. I recognized her as Mrs. Riley, my mother’s old college professor. We had met a few times when I was younger, but I doubted she remembered. “Sure. How can I help?” I couldn’t bring myself to say no. Aside from the large mole on her cheek, she looked just like my grandmother. “Carry these,” she said, pointing to the three fullest bags, each of which was filled with at least half a dozen cans. I picked them up and she grinned. “Thank you, dear.” The dear came out sounding like deah. Then she coughed, covering her mouth with one papery hand. “Are you alright ma’am?” Mrs. Riley chuckled. “Me? Oh no, can’t say I am.” I raised my eyebrows, expecting her to elaborate. She didn’t. We continued walking, heading towards the assortment of worn-down, brown apartment complexes where I lived. The street was empty, except for a few vehicles parked along the sidewalk—six cars, all different shades of black, and several white trucks. “Where are we heading?” I finally asked, curious to find out how much longer I would have to carry the bags, which were growing heavier by the minute. “Over there, dear.” She paused to lift a wrinkled finger and pointed it towards one of the shorter buildings in a nearby alley. “Distance won’t bother you?” There was a broken wine bottle on the sidewalk, and I had to pause to step over it. “I’m fine, ma’am. No worries.” “You know,” the woman said, unwilling to lapse into silence, “ you look just like my Lillian.” “Hm?” “My granddaughter. She has red hair as well; it’s the most beautiful color, if you ask me.” “I appreciate the compliment ma’am. I was never too fond of it myself,” I said. That was true. My hair color was one of the only things kids in middle school would laugh about. I recalled the moment—sometime in seventh grade—when I had asked out a boy I liked. His rejection still echoed through my head every time someone brought up my hair color. We rounded the corner and walked into the alley. It wasn’t a pleasant place. A swarm of flies hovered above one of the dumpsters, which was backed up against the wall a few feet to our left. That explained the nauseous stench. “Hope you don’t mind the smell,” Mrs. Riley apologized. I couldn’t reply; the odor was making me dizzy. To my surprise, it seemed to have no effect on her at all. I suppose that’s what happened when you spent your entire life in such a place. The wheels of her walker rattled on the uneven ground, and a single tomato fell out of a grocery bag. I bent down to pick it up, although my own bags were threatening to spill. “Ma’am, how much longer do we have to walk? These bags are getting awfully heavy.” She paused for a moment before answering. “We’re almost there,” she told me. I glanced up from the ground and realized we were nearing the short brown building she had pointed out a few minutes before. Of course. I had known our destination all along. The question had been unnecessary. I smiled to myself, hoping to ease the strange feeling that was flaring inside my gut. There were three doors on this side of the building. The one in the center was the main entrance that likely led to the upper apartments. The others were doors to the ground floor apartments—14 and 15. We stopped at 15. The woman left her walker, climbed up the single step, and began fumbling for the keys. Her hands were visibly trembling. Arthritis, I thought, remembering one of the lessons Huma’s mother—a doctor—had taught me. The poor woman had arthritis. “You can put the groceries down, dear. I will take them inside once- oh!” Her keys fell to the asphalt, startling a rat that had begun sneaking in our direction. I picked them up and handed them to her. “Thank you dear. Thank you so much.” She coughed again. “Leave the bags on the ground. I’ll take them inside once I open the door.” “Got it,” I said and did as she asked. The keys jiggled in the lock, and the door finally swung open. “Thank you,” the woman said again, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Would you like me to call a taxi cab for you? An Uber, perhaps?” “No ma’am, I’ll be fine,” I replied, glancing at the bags. Would she be able to carry them in by herself? She would have to unless she was going to call someone to do it for her. I decided not to pry; her business wasn’t mine. I turned around to go… And then I stopped dead in my tracks. A large black SUV stood in the center of the road. It was positioned sideways, creating a barrier between the alley and the main road. More importantly, cutting off my way out.”
This is an excerpt of ‘Wings and Shadows’ by Dominika Pindor which is available now. You can find Dominika on Twitter.
Cue the larger than life orchestra, trumpets and all as you come with me through gates that King Kong would be proud of.
Yes I am talking about the 21 year old revolutionary film known as Jurassic Park. But what am I doing talking about something that came out when I was nearly four years of age. Because ladies and gentlemen, we have a t-rex, again!
“Now that’s one big pile of shit” (this is no reference to my blog or Jurassic Park/World)
For many years speculation has got the better of a film series as to whether or not we would see a fourth incarnation. A story that I have been following since leaving the cinema after watching Sam Neil and co get chased around Isla Sorna.
Last week many film fans had their speculation/ prayers answered. Firstly a sneak peak preview of the full trailer appeared, with a slow piano rendition of the JP theme. (Ticked all the boxes for me in doing things right.) Then the full version appeared and answered many many questions that the previous films didn’t.
One particular question is : What happened to the islands that were once a dinosaur theme park? Well the park is open, to the masses. Like a modern Disney land, I guess they had that coupon day after all. And as quick as a dinosaur can eat a blood sucking lawyer from a toilet the trailer was over. But before so, this film has promised something huge, something cojunga! To me that is everything the other three films weren’t.
We know that something will go wrong, that’s the same. But how they deal with it will be different, especially as the trailer showed Chris Pratt navigating a motorbike with velociraptors by his side. Looking at the IMDB page the iconic stars from the first film wont feature, so maybe it’s time a film like this made some new icons.
Chris Pratt on his Harley Raptor
This does look like a re boot standing on the shoulders of the previous films.
What you have to keep in mind is that when Jurassic park came out, dinosaurs hadn’t been seen like this ever before. I thought they were real, we all did come on. Now the shock factor of that has moved on and something else is required to re create the same magic they did in the 90’s. But the question is can they? Can something like that iconic kitchen scene be matched? Computers and science has moved on so much since those days.
“They should all be destroyed”
The cast is relatively new, Chris Pratt (guardians of the galaxy and lego movie) is on a roll at the moment and brings a new generation to the very forefront of what could be a completely new take on a wonderful film franchise. I am not the only one hoping they do it justice. I want to endorse the park, but we will have to see. Reboots and long awaited sequels are the fashion these days, with Dumb and Dumber to and of course that space opera film with light swords, hopefully none of them will disappoint, but are ideas of the past compatible with the film makers of today?