BLURB: Eleven year-old Ennara Gaern has a serious grudge against the dragon on her right hand.
Born with a caul—a mask that foretold magical powers—she was immediately inked with the fiendish, fire-breathing tattoo that forces her to study boring texts, cover her hand continuously, and worst of all, keeps her from visiting the beautiful capital city, Dordonne. But her quiet life changes when one night she is attacked by a shadowy demon.
Tork, an old friend and wizard, is enlisted to help. But when he arrives, he informs Ennara’s parents that she is her world’s only hope of finding the legendary Sword of Gisilfrid, which is needed to destroy the curse that is creating the demons. Ennara doesn’t want to leave on the dangerous quest, but when she learns the curse threatens her world, she reluctantly agrees.
Ennara and the wizard begin a perilous journey to the Sunken City, pitting them against dangerous oceans and pirates intent on claiming Ennara’s magic as their own. With only her friends at her side, including the intelligent, aquatic cat Smoos, Ennara must defeat monsters guarding the sword and servants of the Fallen Druid. When her world is covered in darkness, will she know how to dispel the curse?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
For years, I simply journaled. I delved into writing articles for newsletters and grant proposals. I settled into technical writing, often finding myself a one-person writing, editing, design, app development, and publication team. I learned the basics of journalism, and finally, when on maternity leave with my twins, I turned to writing fiction.
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GUEST POST BY ANGELA
Good morning and thank you Crystal for hosting me
on your great blog!
What books/authors inspired me to start writing?
Well, I suppose that many writers out there would name a favorite author or series that inspired their first stories. It’s a good way to start, by emulating the characters and world that you are a fan of.
And while I have several authors and many, many books that I love and that I hope to someday write on par with, it was a nonfiction book that started me writing. It was called The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron.
The Artist’s Way is a twelve-week course on tapping into your creativity. The first time I worked through the book, I was twenty-two. My roommate at the time, a dazzling red-head with a spirit that could outshine the sun, introduced me to the book. She was a painter, and while I wasn’t an artist, the course sounded interesting, so I and our third roommate joined her and we all did the course together.
Written by Julia Cameron, a screenwriter and playwrite, The Artist’s Way is, in its essence, about listening to yourself, working through some of the things in your past that might be stopping you from doing what you want to do, and intentionally placing your focus on things that inspire you in a very hands-on way.
One of the basic practices of the course, the morning pages, started my life as a writer. Through the twelve weeks—and beyond, Cameron advises—you commit to writing three pages a day. The morning pages are not a topic-driven writing exercise; rather you just write whatever comes to mind, in longhand.
Writing morning pages was difficult. It was hard to know what to write about and harder to justify the time it took to write them. But each day, after pushing through all my resistance and excuses about why I should not write the pages, I found myself in a place of clarity, focus, and peace. By writing morning pages.
As you can imagine, I became like an addict to writing three pages a day. They gave me a high level of self-awareness, confidence, understanding, and discipline. I wrote them with passion and dedication. I decided that writing wasn’t just fun or interesting. It was something I needed to do. I went back to school, switching my major from biology to professional writing, and started my career as a technical writer.
Every few years, I would re-start The Artist’s Way and continue my morning pages practice, along with the artist’s dates and other exercises. It was transformative. And while it took me a while to get to my big dream of writing fiction, I did get there eventually. Without The Artist’s Way, writing fiction, and indeed writing in itself, probably wouldn’t have happened at all.
Thanks for the great insight Angela!
“Is it true she is….” Gevin blushed. “I mean, you are… magic?”
Ennara fumbled the wand as she turned it in her fingers. She scooped it off the floor. Her stomach knotted and her cheeks burned. “Oh, um, I guess.”
She nervously twirled the wand again, this time accidentally tapping the case of trinkets. A lavender light shimmered across the panes, and behind them the objects began to twitch.
“Eeep!” Ennara jumped as the severed hand crawled toward her and tapped on the glass. A long finger uncurled and poked the case open. The appendage leapt from the shelf to the chest, then the floor, and scurried to the door.
Smoos crouched on the lower bunk, wiggled her haunches, and pounced on the hand. She shook it back and forth in the air. It grabbed the cat’s snout and flicked her hard on the nose. She dropped the hand and snorted, rubbing her muzzle with her paw. The hand scampered away and hid behind the girl’s legs.
“You seem to have a penchant for necromancy, young lady.” Tork flicked his curvy black wand at the case. “Merta perape.”
The hand and other charms returned to their lifeless state.
“Ne … necromancy?” The word felt foreign in her mouth. She glanced at Kithe and Gevin. Both boys were fixed on her. Gevin’s mouth hung open.
“Yes. Bringing back the deceased. Creating walking dead. Giving life to the lifeless.”
“
But I didn’t say a spell!”
Angela will be awarding to a randomly drawn commenter during each week on the tour, a wall calendar print from http://www.cafepress.com/
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The more you comment, the more chances you have! Check out the rest of the stops on the tour HERE!
What books/authors inspired me to start writing?
Well, I suppose that many writers out there would name a favorite author or series that inspired their first stories. It’s a good way to start, by emulating the characters and world that you are a fan of.
And while I have several authors and many, many books that I love and that I hope to someday write on par with, it was a nonfiction book that started me writing. It was called The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron.
The Artist’s Way is a twelve-week course on tapping into your creativity. The first time I worked through the book, I was twenty-two. My roommate at the time, a dazzling red-head with a spirit that could outshine the sun, introduced me to the book. She was a painter, and while I wasn’t an artist, the course sounded interesting, so I and our third roommate joined her and we all did the course together.
Written by Julia Cameron, a screenwriter and playwrite, The Artist’s Way is, in its essence, about listening to yourself, working through some of the things in your past that might be stopping you from doing what you want to do, and intentionally placing your focus on things that inspire you in a very hands-on way.
One of the basic practices of the course, the morning pages, started my life as a writer. Through the twelve weeks—and beyond, Cameron advises—you commit to writing three pages a day. The morning pages are not a topic-driven writing exercise; rather you just write whatever comes to mind, in longhand.
Writing morning pages was difficult. It was hard to know what to write about and harder to justify the time it took to write them. But each day, after pushing through all my resistance and excuses about why I should not write the pages, I found myself in a place of clarity, focus, and peace. By writing morning pages.
As you can imagine, I became like an addict to writing three pages a day. They gave me a high level of self-awareness, confidence, understanding, and discipline. I wrote them with passion and dedication. I decided that writing wasn’t just fun or interesting. It was something I needed to do. I went back to school, switching my major from biology to professional writing, and started my career as a technical writer.
Every few years, I would re-start The Artist’s Way and continue my morning pages practice, along with the artist’s dates and other exercises. It was transformative. And while it took me a while to get to my big dream of writing fiction, I did get there eventually. Without The Artist’s Way, writing fiction, and indeed writing in itself, probably wouldn’t have happened at all.
Thanks for the great insight Angela!
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EXCERPT
“Is it true she is….” Gevin blushed. “I mean, you are… magic?”
Ennara fumbled the wand as she turned it in her fingers. She scooped it off the floor. Her stomach knotted and her cheeks burned. “Oh, um, I guess.”
She nervously twirled the wand again, this time accidentally tapping the case of trinkets. A lavender light shimmered across the panes, and behind them the objects began to twitch.
“Eeep!” Ennara jumped as the severed hand crawled toward her and tapped on the glass. A long finger uncurled and poked the case open. The appendage leapt from the shelf to the chest, then the floor, and scurried to the door.
Smoos crouched on the lower bunk, wiggled her haunches, and pounced on the hand. She shook it back and forth in the air. It grabbed the cat’s snout and flicked her hard on the nose. She dropped the hand and snorted, rubbing her muzzle with her paw. The hand scampered away and hid behind the girl’s legs.
“You seem to have a penchant for necromancy, young lady.” Tork flicked his curvy black wand at the case. “Merta perape.”
The hand and other charms returned to their lifeless state.
“Ne … necromancy?” The word felt foreign in her mouth. She glanced at Kithe and Gevin. Both boys were fixed on her. Gevin’s mouth hung open.
“Yes. Bringing back the deceased. Creating walking dead. Giving life to the lifeless.”
“
But I didn’t say a spell!”
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The more you comment, the more chances you have! Check out the rest of the stops on the tour HERE!
