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Exciting new release and cover reveal!! Join Sara Wilde on another adventure on the war on magic. She is doing her best to save the Connected children and bring all the forces together and unite against those who would do them harm. Will she be able to pull it off?
Title: Call of the Wilde
Author: Jenn Stark
Series: Immortal Vegas #8
Release date: September 5, 2017
Publisher’s Description: The war on magic flares to sudden, brutal life, requiring her to summon the four Houses of Magic for an especially contentious summit. Together they must forge an alliance to preserve the Connected world as they know it—if they don’t kill each other first. Meanwhile, Sara must grapple with who (and what) her mother truly is, unearth a growing threat within the local Connected community…and come to terms with the newest member of the Arcane Council: a powerful, provocative sorceress hand-picked by Armaeus to serve as the Council’s new Empress.
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Sorry all you 1B2 followers – I’ve been MIA for quite awhile. Life has been royally kicking my butt. I’m going to try to get my stuff together and get back to the book world. Again, I’m sorry for being missing.
Title: Y is for Yesterday
Author: Sue Grafton
Series: Kinsey Milhone #25
Release date: August 22, 2017
Publisher’s Description: The darkest and most disturbing case report from the files of Kinsey Millhone, Y is for Yesterday begins in 1979, when four teenage boys from an elite private school sexually assault a fourteen-year-old classmate—and film the attack. Not long after, the tape goes missing and the suspected thief, a fellow classmate, is murdered. In the investigation that follows, one boy turns state’s evidence and two of his peers are convicted. But the ringleader escapes without a trace.
Now, it’s 1989 and one of the perpetrators, Fritz McCabe, has been released from prison. Moody, unrepentant, and angry, he is a virtual prisoner of his ever-watchful parents—until a copy of the missing tape arrives with a ransom demand. That’s when the McCabes call Kinsey Millhone for help. As she is drawn into their family drama, she keeps a watchful eye on Fritz. But he’s not the only one being haunted by the past. A vicious sociopath with a grudge against Millhone may be leaving traces of himself for her to find…
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Welcome to another Talking Books with Nell. I’m continuing talking about book genres. We’ve covered a couple and are moving on to more.
This week I want to talk about Horror. It’s a genre that I always stayed away from because I didn’t give it a chance. I put it on the pedestal right next to psychological thriller. I’d run screaming the other direction. When I think of Horror I instantly think of Stephen King. I read IT when I was in high school and it scared me so badly that I swore off anything like that ever again. I was staunch in that opinion until an author friend of mine tricked me. He says “Try this. You’ll like it!” I looked at the cover and I swear I should have known better. The title was The Whisper King by Wil Radcliffe. It’s beside the point that I loved it. It was incredible. Then I moved on to the Soren Chase series by Rob Blackwell. Loved that too. Then it was Lincoln Farish‘s Inquisitor series. Awesome, I tell you! So, now here I am, stuck loving a genre I shouldn’t. Horror is scary, right? Well, I figured out there are several different kinds of horror. It’s the horror stories like Amityville Horror kind of books that make me nervous as all get out. Maynard Sims published Convalescence and they wanted me to review it. One look at the cover gave me the willies and I passed it along to those on staff that are less scaredy cats. Now, don’t paint every author that writes a horror story the same. Horror has so many different branches that it’s overwhelming. Maynard Sims also publishes Department 18 series and I devoured that series and it’s labelled as horror. I think it’s me and not them. Some psychological quirk that makes me freak at groaning houses and disembodied voices. Give me a monster and I’m cool. Give me a scary possessed doll or a house that has a mind of it’s own and I’m outta here.
I found this website on the internet and it describes subgenres of horror. It’s www.cuebon.com. There are so many subgenres that it blows my mind. I thought Fantasy was a packed genre, but horror holds its own. Goodreads also has a list but it’s pared down to a manageable amount of subgenres, but I’m afraid the subgenres have subgenres. If I had to pick and choose which subgenres give me the worst willies, I’d choose: Creepy Kids (here’s a top ten list from horrorhomeroom.com), Holocaust (such as The Stand by Stephen King), and Dark Suspense. Here’s a list from Listverse.com of the Top 10 Most Disturbing Novels.
If I had to choose the subgenres that I like the most it would have to include Dark Fantasy (those listed above by Wil Radcliffe, Rob Blackwell and Lincoln Farish) such as Jeremiah Hunt series by Joseph Nassise, Humorous and Paranormal.
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Welcome to my Sunday book hunt and author gossip. Keep coming back for updates on book releases and news from favorite authors.
- OMG! This cover is a-maz-ing! Steve McHugh released the cover for Hellequin Chronicles #7, Scorched Shadows. It is freaking beautiful!!
Title: Scorched Shadows
Author: Steve McHugh
Series: Hellequin Chronicles #7
Release date: October 17, 2017
Publisher’s Description: In the final chapter of the Hellequin Chronicles, secrets will be revealed, friendships will be tested, and destinies will be fulfilled.
Avalon is under siege. A shadowy cabal, headed by a mysterious figure known only as “My Liege”, has launched a series of deadly attacks across the globe, catching innocent human bystanders in the crossfire.
Emerging from the debris of battle, Nate Garrett, the sixteen-hundred-year-old sorcerer also called Hellequin, and his friends must stop My Liege once and for all. But powerful forces stand in their way. To save Avalon, they will need to enlist the help of Mordred, once Nate’s greatest nemesis, now his most formidable ally. But Mordred is grappling with a dark prophecy that could spell Nate’s doom…
The fate of the world hangs in the balance. Even if Nate can halt the war, will there be anything left worth saving?
- Craig Schaefer finally released news on the project he’s been working on. Again, I say finally! We have been tormented by teasers of this new project for a year now and here is his post about the new series: The Wisdom’s Grave Trilogy
- One of my favorite authors, Sean Cummings, let me know that Tim Reaper #2, The Girl on Victoria Road will be ready for pre-order by August 17, 2017. I cannot wait! Here is the publisher’s description:
After saving the humanity from a psychopathic angel bent on hastening the end of days, Tim Reaper can be forgiven for hitting the bottle hard. It’s not every day that a former grim reaper gets to fall in love for the very first time only to have to kill the girl he’s fallen for or let the world burn. It’s five months since Reaper had to make an impossible choice.
Meanwhile in North End Dartmouth a mother has been stabbed to death in her bed and the only witness is an eight-year-old girl with a peculiar gift. She knows the truth of all things and has taken to writing the base code of the universe on her bedroom wall. She possesses knowledge no human being was ever meant to have and that means she’s got a target on her back. Angels, demons and everything in-between have the girl in their sights and her only hope of survival rests with Tim Reaper who must keep her alive long enough to meet with someone Reaper calls, The Man with the Big White Beard
Mr. Cummings was generous to send a part of chapter three for your perusal.
As we tore down Victoria Road, it occurred to me the last time I shared space with a child was a century ago, just before I was thrown out of my order. I was to collect the soul of a little boy infected with the same flu that I caused by allowing patient zero to linger on past his best before date. I could have prevented a global pandemic by simply doing my job as a reaper, but I chose not to. That little boy was the start of my punishment.
I’ve adapted to life among mortals since then.
I don’t really dislike children. As a matter of fact, I’m fairly neutral on the subject of miniature human beings because I’ve had so little interaction with them over the years. I have, however, seen all the Spielberg movies from the 1980’s and I’ve always been impressed with children’s resilience in the face of peril and conflict. In the film E.T., Elliot is the only one who sees the threat against his extra-terrestrial friend, but he quickly enlists the help of other children to plot a daring escape from government types dressed in suits who want to dissect the alien visitor.
That kind of pluckiness simply doesn’t exist in adult humans. It makes me think someone should put kids in charge of global affairs. The world would likely be a far safer place than it is.
I glanced at Charlotte through the corner of my eye. What the hell was I looking at? By all appearances, she seemed to be an average eight-year-old kid. But the complex mathematical formula and weird symbols on her bedroom wall; the epic nature of what I saw when I glimpsed inside her mind … how could she even be alive? One thing I was certain of — whatever strange powers she carried inside could probably burn my host to a cinder. She might even possess the capacity to destroy my elemental nature itself. Let’s just say it was a little unsettling. And why they hell had Abraxas tried to kill her? How could this innocent little kid be a threat to scum bag hell spawn?
But she wasn’t an innocent child at all.
The man who butchered her mother was going to be the child’s new daddy. The poor bastard made the mistake of skin-on-skin contact with the child lost his shit and stabbed her mother to death. Then the girl simply made him disappear. POOF! Gone.
Would she make me disappear too if I touched her skin or pissed her off?
All I knew was the little girl sitting beside me in the front seat of Sparks’ Crown Victoria possessed knowledge and power that was some threat to the citizens of hell itself, and that meant it would only be a matter of time until we faced another attack. I had to get her off the grid and away from civilians because supernatural bad guys have zero shits to give when it comes to killing or maiming innocent bystanders. That meant a return to my safe house near Three Fathom Harbour. The place where my previous host burned up. The place where I lost Amy. I knew that whoever was going to come at us would find us hidden there, but at least it was away from civilians.
I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was quarter past three in the morning. My stomach rumbled, and I spotted a 24-Hour McDonald’s ahead. Unfortunately, we needed to head out of town, so I wasn’t going to hit any drive-thru windows until we cleared the city limits.
“Listen, kid,” I said as I glanced at the rear-view mirror to see if we were being followed. “You know who I am because of all the stuff that’s in your head. A crazy social worker tried to kill you, and both of us know that she wasn’t exactly like you and me.”
“There is nothing about you that can be compared to me,” Charlotte said in her guidance counselor voice. Then she quickly reverted to sounding like an eight-year-old girl. “My Mommy died. Her boyfriend killed her. I made him disappear after he hurt her and now Mommy has gone to heaven. I made her boyfriend so crazy after he touched me that he stabbed Mommy. It’s my fault.”
“It’s not your fault, kid. You got some weird shi … stuff going on inside your brain. Did you notice how your voice just changed a second ago?”
She sniffed and wiped her nose with her nighty again. “Yes. I have two voices.”
“Care to explain how that all works?” I asked as I signaled right and guided the cruiser to an off ramp. Within seconds we were on the highway headed out of town.
She blinked and quickly channeled her inner guidance counselor. “There is nothing to explain because to explain it would be a waste of time. It would be like trying to teach the alphabet to a large boulder. You are the boulder, Richter.”
“You know my name,” I said, again checking the rear-view mirror to make sure we weren’t being followed. “You scribbled the word RICHTER all over your bedroom wall. How do you know my name?”
The girl nodded once and said, “Because I know all things that have been or must be. Increase your speed by thirty kilometers an hour. There are three police cars behind you. That will give us enough distance.”
I spun my head around to look out the rear window and saw nothing but blackness. “What are you talking about, kid? There are no cops around here for miles.”
“They are a few kilometers back. This car has been reported missing from my dwelling. If you do not increase your speed, they will catch up with us, and you will be taken into custody. I will become a ward of the Province, and that which must be will not happen as it should.”
I looked at the girl and opened my mouth to say something but thought better of it because I believed her when she said there were cops on my tail. I pressed my foot on the accelerator, and the car roared up the dark highway.
“Okay Charlotte, I’ve increased speed. We’ve got about an hour of driving ahead of us before we reach the road to my safe house.”
She closed her eyes for a moment and then said, “Okay, mister. Now that I looked behind, I have to look at what’s in front of us.”
I cocked an eyebrow and flipped on the police radio to listen in on what might be going on at Victoria Road. I believed the girl when she said we’d make it to the safe house, but my thoughts were with Sparks and the shit show of three dead police officers not to mention a dead social worker. My gut told me that she was going to suffer the backlash from the higher-ups in the Halifax Police Service because of the sheer butchery of what happened at Charlotte’s house.
The radio crackled and hissed every few seconds as the dispatcher sent more units to Victoria Road. Oh, and of course there was the big “be on the lookout” for a red Ford Crown Victoria – the one I was driving. A few kilometers ahead I could see a pair of headlights cutting through the blackness of the highway. It was a tractor trailer, and it seemed to be plowing through the night well over the speed limit. I’d have paid little attention if the truck hadn’t suddenly lurched to its left and bounced across the grass dividing the highway, smashing through the guardrail.
“Mister, we have to—“
“Hang on, kid; we’ve got company!” I said as I gripped the steering wheel and tromped on the gas pedal.
The eighteen-wheeler flipped on its high beams and fog lights, and I shielded my eyes with my left arm against the glare. Charlotte quickly grabbed the steering wheel and jerked it toward herself. The Crown Victoria lurched to the right, and I grabbed the wheel, straightening the cruiser before we crashed into the ditch. The semi moved sharply to its left, and we’d be smashed to atoms in a head-on collision if I didn’t think fast.
“Can you drive a car?” I asked, immediately regretting the words the moment the flew out of my mouth. The kid was eight. Of course, she couldn’t drive. She wouldn’t even be able to reach the pedals.
“I can steer if that’s what you mean,” she answered in her guidance counselor voice.
“Rats … no time. We’re going into the ditch. Hang on tight!”
I put the gas pedal to the floor. The powerful police cruiser roared ahead, and the tractor trailer’s lights filled the interior of the car with a near-blinding white glow. In less than a second, we tumbled down the shoulder right into a gulley, and the semi flew over the shoulder bouncing violently into the ditch and smashing into a stand of trees. I was just about to head out of the car and put a few rounds into the driver’s head when the door of the trailer flew open and out poured a dozen or more creatures. Each had a pig snout face like Abraxas, each carried a sword that lit ablaze and cut into the darkness like a dozen welder’s torches.
“They’re coming!” Charlotte cried out.
“We’re leaving,” I answered sharply. “Hang on again!”
I stepped on the gas, and I saw a spray of rocks and dirt flying out from the rear of the car as the tires spun madly. We weren’t moving forward, so I slipped the cruiser in reverse, and the car shot backward into the group of monsters. A trio of the demons wound up underneath the rear wheels, and I kept my foot on the gas as I put the car into drive. We bolted forward just as another pair of demons climbed over the trunk and onto the roof. One of the creatures jumped on the hood and proceeded to use its head as a battering ram on the windshield. The cruiser lurched forward, and the nose pitched up as I struggled to get the car up sharply inclined shoulder and back onto the highway.
“Another one is climbing the back of the car!” Charlotte shrieked.
“Can you fire a shotgun?” I barked.
“I’m eight, mister, are you crazy?”
“Unbuckle your seatbelt, get on the floor of the car and plug your ears, kid!” I ordered as I pulled the standard issue shotgun out of its cradle attached to the dashboard. With one hand on the wheel and the other on the shotgun, I managed to cock the weapon. I caught a glimpse of the demon on the trunk and placed the shotgun on my shoulder. I fired a single deafening shot that blasted through the rear window and hit the demon square in the chest, throwing it off the back of the car. The demon on the hood continued to smash its head against the windshield. A greasy black streak of ichor ran across the glass as I floored the cruiser and within seconds we were roaring down the highway with the needle buried. I cocked the shotgun again and fired at the monster. My ears rang like Big Ben as the windshield exploded into thousands of tiny glass cubes and the demon dove into the front seat and straight at the little girl. A pair of flaming daggers penetrated the roof of the car and burned through the headliner as I readied the shotgun to fire straight into the demon that was now on top of Charlotte. What happened next confirmed to me that whatever the hell Charlotte was carrying inside, it was more powerful than anything I’d ever encountered in my near century living among humans.
“OFF!” the child bellowed in a god-like voice that blew the creature straight into the headliner with the force of an artillery barrage. A fraction of a second later the roof creaked and groaned as I struggled to keep the car straight and then it happened: the entire roof of the cruiser tore off the pillars as easily as someone tearing sheet of paper. Cold night air buffeted my hair and face. I quickly looked over my right shoulder to see three demons tumbling along the pavement, and the roof of the cruiser tumbled amid a shower of bright orange sparks.
“Drive faster now, Mister,” she ordered.
And so I did.
My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my temples. I threw the girl an uneasy look, the kind of look you give the dentist just as he’s about to jab your mouth with an enormous needle.
“H-How did you do that?” I shouted through the wind. “What the hell are you?”
Charlotte remained on the floor underneath the dashboard. She looked up at me and shrugged.
“I’m just me,” she answered, shivering.
I reached over and opened the glove box. Inside I found an emergency blanket in a plastic wrapper, and I tossed it to her. “Tear that open and wrap yourself up. It will keep you warm. If we don’t have any more visitors on this highway, we should be at my safe house within thirty minutes. Are you going to be okay, kid?”
She tore open the package with her teeth and wrapped the crinkly silver blanket around her body. The girl looked like she’d been wrapped in tin foil, but at least she’d be warm.
“I’m okay,” she answered shakily. “Those things. What were they?”
“Minions from the dark place … from hell,” I answered as I kept my eyes on the road ahead for traffic or any other unnatural surprises. “Whatever you are, kid, the guys downstairs know about it, and they’re coming after you.”
“I don’t even know what I am,” she shouted. “Mommy always kept me safe. She said that someday I would know the truth about what I am, but there’s one thing I do know, Mister.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“I’m human, and you are not. You look like a person, but there’s something inside you too.”
“Long story for another day,” I shouted back as I wiped at my watering eyes with the sleeve of my coat. I hadn’t planned on driving a car with the roof ripped off. At least it was a city-owned vehicle that had been wrecked instead of my piece of crap Ford Tempo which was sitting dormant a few houses down from the crime scene.
“Are we safe now?” she asked.
If ever there was a loaded question, she’d just asked it. Given that supernatural craziness follows me like sharks to a bucket of chum the short answer was no. But I couldn’t tell an eight-year-old child that she wasn’t safe. And besides, it wasn’t me that minions from hell wanted dead, it was the girl. If I was going to protect her, I needed to find out why she was on their hit list about a thousand kinds of fast.
“I’m not going to lie to you kid,” I said grimly. “You’re not safe, and it seems to me that you haven’t been safe for a long time. Where we’re going, at least it’s better than driving down the highway in a borrowed police car with the roof torn off. You close your eyes and try to rest, got it? I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”
She threw me a slight nod and her thin lips arched up into a tiny smile as she snuggled down under the dashboard. I cranked up the heat hoping it would keep her warm until we got to my safe house and I reached for my cigarettes but stopped at the last second because it’s pretty hard to light up a smoke in a car with no windshield or roof.
Charlotte cried softly to herself and said through a series of sniffles, “Mommy has gone to heaven, and I’m all alone.”
I felt a twinge of sadness as I gazed down at a little girl who’d lost everything she ever loved in a matter of hours. She was alone in a world that even without supernatural threats, tends to grind people into grease beneath the weight of crime and drugs and about a million other bad things that destroy lives every single day. Charlotte was just starting out in life. She had a target on her back, and even though the girl had blasted a demon through the roof of the car with a single word, there was an unlimited supply of hell spawn down in the dark place. They’d be coming for her, and for a second my mind flashed to that sorry scene at Lawrencetown Beach where an angelically possessed Amy Curtis’s life ended in the demonic clutches of Jael. I couldn’t protect Amy because I let her out of my sight. That wasn’t going to happen with Charlotte. If demons intended to drag her straight into the fiery pits of hell, they would have to get through me first.
“Charlotte,” I said as tenderly as a man can sound when he’s shouting into a headwind. “You are never going to be alone as long as there is breath in my lungs. Got it?”
She looked up at me from her little tin foil next underneath the dashboard of a late model Ford Crown Victoria and flashed me a tiny smile.
“Got it, Mister Richter,” she said as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I scanned the highway ahead for any threats. “The girl can’t live like this,” I whispered.
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Science Fiction is a broad term. I just learned that urban fantasy is included science fiction. Can you imagine? All these years I avoided the Science Fiction category at the bookstore when I really shouldn’t have. I was being biased. I was thinking Science fiction is strictly about aliens. Not. Fantasy can be included in science fiction or it science fiction can be included in fantasy. However you want to classify it. Urban fantasy, dark fantasy, paranormal, supernatural, mythological – all can be associated with science fiction. This is just one example why no one can agree. Which came first? Fantasy or science fiction? I’d say fantasy, but then someone else would debate a good point of view that could easily change my mind.
The mystery category is another favorite. You have your thrillers, police procedurals, noir, detective, cozy and the list goes on. I tried nearly all mystery classifications. There are mysteries that cross genre lines just like science fiction crosses genre lines too. Cozy mysteries are gentle mysteries with no graphic sex or violence and usually has a female protagonist that leads the investigation and she’s most likely not a professional police person. For example, I love this cozy mystery featuring a ghost detective. Aunt Dimity’s series by Nancy Atherton is pretty awesome. This series was published back when there were no electronic books (1993), so that series was a treasure to find when I could find it. I tried Abby Cooper, Psychic Eye Mystery by Victoria Laurie and loved it. She published in 2004 and is still going strong in 2017 with the release of book #15. There are a ton of cozies out there and they are easy to read. No mystifying symbolism or cryptic puzzles – just a relaxing escape whodunnit.
Thrillers are a little harder on the nerves. Someone is after someone else and I can always hear the footsteps behind me. An example of a thriller series is James Patterson‘s Alex Cross series. Or in Mr. Patterson’s poker playing buddy, Richard Castle‘s protagonist, Nikki Heat. Or Dean Koontz. In my opinion, Thriller and Suspense are sort of the same. Kind of. Suspense to me is when the detective gathers the group of suspects in a room and susses out the killer. Like Agatha Christie does in her books. Or Rex Stout with Nero Wolfe. Thriller or Psychological Thriller is more like Thomas Harris and the Hannibal Lecter series. *shiver* Those are the stories that I stay so far away from they could qualify as in a different hemisphere. Seriously, they don’t call me Nervous Nellie for no good reason.
Police Procedurals are focused on an investigation and the story is told from the detective inside the investigation. An example of thatcould be Max Allen Collins‘s CSI: Mortal Wounds. These books are told from the viewpoint of the actual CSI: Las Vegas characters. I devoured these books. Mystery books have always been my favorite. I started in the cozy section and gradually got more hard core-if you can call J.D. Robb‘s IN Death series hard core. Or maybe Kathy Reichs character Temperance Brennan series.
One of my favorite series totally crossed all genre lines. It was written by Justin Gustanis and the series is Occult Crimes Unit Investigations. Also, the Anya Kalinczyk series by Laura Bickle was another series that did not get a fair run. Another one is the Mindspace Investigations by Alex Hughes. The publisher cut that one off much to my dismay. It’s just not right.
I mentioned hard core a couple of paragraphs ago – actually, it’s called Hard Boiled. I like these too. This genre crosses lines of urban fantasy and science fiction. Hard Boiled is exactly what it sounds like. There is no cozy about it. The protagonist is most likely cynical, grumpy and…well…hard boiled. I like reading these types of stories because the characters are bad ass. For instance, Steven McHugh publishes the Hellequin Chronicles. Richard Kadrey publishes Sandman Slim. Sean Cummings put Tim Reaper out there too.
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