I will be signing copies of my books For Their Sins and Neutral Space on 2/17/18 for 1-3 at Barnes and Noble Mid Rivers.
You can imagine all the twists and turns in a long adventure. Here are a few tips that will help anyone hoping to tackle a project like this.
What is your favorite weapon? Kat lifts her hands, turning them this way and that, examining her the lines along her palms. She lifts her eyes to the interviewer, an orange glow spreading across the rims of her iris’. The skin above her cheekbones darken, and her teeth elongate, sharpen. A puff of smoke curls from her nostrils, trickling up her cheek. “I am the weapon.”
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Get your copy free on instafreebie. Nisha has great sway over those around her and it threatens to tear her people apart. Will Nisha learn to harness her potential before it's too late, or will her whole world crumble around her?
Sometimes life's little quirks are the perfect opportunity for something wonderful in your life. In my case a random line in a movie led to my first traditionally published novel.
My point with this long and rambling blog is: that inspiration for settings, whether you are building a new world or placing characters in ours, is right in front of you. If you need a huge waterfall, or a mountain with a lake below it, or even an alien landscape everything you need is just a picture away.
This book was a surprise for me. I don't normally read CIA novels or anything remotely realistic. I enjoyed this book and was intrigued by the story line and plot. I felt like it was a paranormal twist on Jason Bourne and really liked the action sequences. I turned the pages as fast as I could for the first 200 or so pages.
We moved in from opposite sides. The first Mordere did not see me coming. I rushed in with my sword and swung at its neck. Blood sprayed covering my face and chest. My sword was caught on bone and the Mordere’s head hung from muscle and sinew. It was still alive and grabbing for me now. I pulled the dagger from my belt and plunged it into its heart. The creature screamed in rage. I grabbed the head and ripped it from the body as it crumpled to the ground.