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Showing posts with label urban fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label urban fantasy. Show all posts

Saturday, August 30, 2014

DL Cox on How She Writes and Her Favourite Author #AmReading #Fantasy #BookClub

1. What scares you most?
As a father of four with the youngest being nine and one, I'm afraid of not properly preparing my younger children for what's waiting for them out there in the world.
2. Who is your favorite author?
Jessie Redmon Fauset. She was part of that first wave of writers published during what we ca~l the Harlem Renaissance. Although some have charged her with indulging in too much idealism, that's what I love about her. She dared to capture the reality of a dire situation and reimagined and cultivated it into a world of hopeful and inspiring possibilities.
3. How do you write (laptop, pen, paper, in bed, at a desk)?
There was a time when I wrote with pen and paper, but that was nearly a decade ago. I'm a sit at the computer and type kind of guy. I may jot something onto a piece of paper if I can't get to the computer, but it's become very difficult for ideas to come to me with a pen in hand. I'm addicted to seeing my words and ideas magically appear on the screen as I type. It's almost inspirational. I get a rush out of it.
4. How much sleep do you need to be at your best?
Sleep? Who sleeps? Seriously. I steal an hour here and there. Much of my writing is the result of a lot of contemplation about how a story or plot can play out. Not only does that contemplation happen long before I start writing, but it usually occurs when I'm trying to go to sleep. Before I know it, I've spent hours lying in bed working a story out in my head. I guess you could say that I'm at my best when I think I need sleep.
5. Every writer has their own idea of what a successful career in writing is, what does success in writing look like to you?
It would be great if I could make a lot of money from my writing, but money's not the barometer I use to measure my success as a writer. Although it sounds corny or cliché, I just want people to enjoy my writing. Success for me is about having readers really connect with a moment, a character, a situation, or even a sentence in my works. I've experienced a stranger telling me I how much he loved a certain scene in one of my works, how much it touched him, and at that moment I got a taste of what it is to be a successful writer. That's the bar for me. I'm hoping to have millions of people expressing those kinds of connections to my work, even if they passed around the same book. Of course I would prefer they each purchase their own copy. Like I said, it'll be great to make a lot of money.
6. What's your greatest strength as a writer?                                                 
I would say that my greatest strength as a writer is that I don't take writing for granted. I cherish every opportunity I've been afforded to write. There are people who are capable of writing, but they can never seem to get going. I understand that writing is not simply a skill, it's also a gift. I don't take it for granted, which leads me to constantly work at being better at it.
7. What book should everybody read at least once? 
There are so many. If I had to choose one, I'd say Walter Mosely's Man in My Basement. It's kind of quirky, but it's very thought-provoking. It's a great conversation piece to say the least. It raises a lot of controversial questions without taking itself too seriously.    

HostChronicles
In this Urban Fantasy, the devil’s daughter, SALEENA, and her reaper boyfriend, IZZY, elope to earth and seek to overthrow her estranged brother, SIMON CLASH, as the devil’s heir apparent on earth, but Simon is head of a powerful conglomerate, and he’s not going out without a fight. As the rivalry turns bloody, the warring siblings discover the devil has been manipulating their feud to advance his secret agenda and is using them as decoys to draw out a sword-wielding champion of humanity called the HOST, whom must be slain before the devil can unleash a reign of terror on earth.
Legend says the Host will emerge when humanity plunges into hopelessness and despair, and NATHANIEL BRENNER, the young man responsible for delivering a magic sword to the Host, hopes that is soon. Nathaniel has spent the last six years searching for the Host to no avail and has recently seen a drastic rise in demon activity on earth, which he knows could only mean one thing: humanity is running out of time. Saleena and Simon unite to save their own hides, but it may be too late—not only for the devil’s offspring, but for humanity too! The future of humanity hangs in the balance, and Nathaniel is determined to thwart the devil’s plans and find the Host.
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Genre - Urban Fantasy
Rating - PG-13
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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Richard Parry, His Work Area & Inspiration from Within @TactualRain #WriteTip #AmWriting #Fantasy

Colour theory.  There you go: guest post done.
Okay, apparently I need to do a little better than that.  The thing about my work area is that I want to make sure that it doesn’t jar with my delicate eyeballs.  My home office desk is this sheet of tempered glass, and I’ve got the various technology pieces in step with this: the MacBook is grey like the desk, and the mouse, monitor, and keyboard are black.  Even the mouse mat is black.
Maybe it’s not colour theory.  Maybe it’s OCD.
I use this basic premise for anywhere I write — it’s a pretty good determiner of whether I’ll get good writing done.  I sometimes like to lean back, take a rest from the keyboard, and let my eyes wander.  If I’m in some for-kids McCafe, that’ll be like stabbing myself in the brain with crayons.  If I’m somewhere else — nice hotel bar, maybe, with blues and greens around — then I can relax into it.
Some of my writerly-friends have photos of their kids around, paintings up, that kind of thing.  Great!  That’s a neat approach too, but for me the inspiration comes from within: the work area is all about creating a blank canvas for those ideas to generate from.
It doesn’t stop with the visuals though.  I make sure I’ve got a comfortable chair, because nothing screws with my character’s dialogue like having a spring sticking up into my gluteus.  I also carry tunes with me, everywhere, and a good set of noise suppressing headphones: it lets me tune out the tiny distractions that fill the air around us, all the time.
If I had an unlimited budget?  I’d get a nice writer’s cabin on the edge of a lake somewhere.  Pleasing visual backdrop?  Check.  Nice surrounds?  Check.  Comfortable chair?  I can ship one in.  Tunes?  Check.
Pretty sure that the local bears or badgers or whatever wouldn’t like me listening to Tadpole at a billion decibels though.

Valentine’s an ordinary guy with ordinary problems. His boss is an asshole. He’s an alcoholic. And he’s getting that middle age spread just a bit too early. One night — the one night he can’t remember — changes everything. What happened at the popular downtown bar, The Elephant Blues? Why is Biomne, the largest pharmaceutical company in the world, so interested in him — and the virus he carries? How is he getting stronger, faster, and more fit? And what’s the connection between Valentine and the criminally insane Russian, Volk?
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Genre – Action, Thriller, Urban Fantasy
Rating – R16
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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Summoned by Rainy Kaye @rainyofthedark #Fiction #MustRead #Paranormal

I’m standing in a large chamber with an arched ceiling and elaborate metal chandeliers. The walls are painted arabesque designs in shades of teal. Persian rugs, showing age but not wear, hang like tapestries. Etched lamps, tall hookahs with dozens of hoses, lanterns with colored glass, leather floor cushions, and silver trays propped on wooden legs spread across the floor.
Down the length of the room hang sheer fabrics in jewel tones, barely obscuring the stage at the far end. The stage stands about three feet high, draped in thick rugs. On the stage rests a throne of hammered silver. Intricate designs wrap across the legs and base, up the high back, and down the arms. The cushion is red and gold.
I have been in this room more times than I can count. I’m sure the room has been here for a hundred years, even if the mansion has not, and the decor must be ten times as old. The air smells deep and musky with the scent of argan oil.
“Dimitri.”
I settle my gaze on the man sitting on the throne. He is tall and wiry, with fair skin, hooked nose, and thin hair. He seems pleased with himself. Then again, he has no reason not to be.
His name is Karl Walker, and I have known him my whole life.
“There’s a new a wish,” he says.
He nods, and a man standing at his side, but barely noticeable, steps forward and offers me a manila envelope. The man wears a dark blue and tan uniform, one of the six men who make up Karl’s actual personal armed security.
I take the envelope, because in minutes I won’t have a choice anyway. I want to ask why he needs me again so soon after the last orders, but I know my place; I keep my mouth shut.
“I request you hunt down that man and kill him,” he says
I close my eyes. At least it’s not another kidnapping.
“Dimitri?”
I hesitate, then I force my eyes open. The smirk on his face never fails to make my heart drop into my stomach. To make me think that for one day, just one time, I would love to be able to tell him no. To deny his request.
But I can’t.
“Seek and kill that man, Dimitri.” Karl smiles, because his next words guarantee he will get his request. “This . . . I . . . wish.”
A dull hum fills my head. It’s a subtle noise, but it won’t stay that way forever. The further I am from fulfilling the order—the wish—the more obtrusive the sound will become. And that’s just the beginning.
Like it or not, I have to obey his command.
That’s right. Karl is my Aladdin and I’m the fuckin’ genie.
There are a few caveats though:
I don’t have any magical powers.
Wishes are unlimited.
And Karl is an asshole.

Twenty-three year old Dimitri has to do what he is told—literally. Controlled by a paranormal bond, he is forced to use his wits to fulfill unlimited deadly wishes made by multimillionaire Karl Walker.
Dimitri has no idea how his family line became trapped in the genie bond. He just knows resisting has never ended well. When he meets Syd—assertive, sexy, intelligent Syd—he becomes determined to make her his own. Except Karl has ensured Dimitri can’t tell anyone about the bond, and Syd isn’t the type to tolerate secrets.
Then Karl starts sending him away on back-to-back wishes. Unable to balance love and lies, Dimitri sets out to uncover Karl’s ultimate plan and put it to an end. But doing so forces him to confront the one wish he never saw coming—the wish that will destroy him.
Summoned is represented by Rossano Trentin of TZLA.
Author Bio
Rainy Kaye is an aspiring overlord. In the mean time, she blogs at <a href=http://www.rainyofthedark.com>RainyoftheDark.com</a> and writes paranormal novels from her lair somewhere in Phoenix, Arizona. When not plotting world domination, she enjoys getting lost around the globe, studying music so she can sing along with symphonic metal bands, and becoming distracted by http://www.twitter.com/rainyofthedark.

She is represented by Rossano Trentin of TZLA.
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