New Release Book Four in the Higher Ground Series....

Francene Stanley and Edith Parzefall complete the story of Ceredwin's adventure in 

LONG DOOM CALLING.

Cerridwen and her band of adventurers reach the derelict city of Long Doom, where horrors roam dark alleys and ramshackle buildings. A street-wise girl guides them to the dark waters of down under. Cerridwen dives to lift powerful Egyptian jewellery meant to help her prevent war raging through Britland. The Grey Wolves, ruling gang in Long Doom, close in on the country bumpkins from Corn World while Lord Oxenford’s army marches towards the city.

BOOK ONE 

Corn World. Britland. After the great flood, only memories, debris and derelict buildings speak of a past civilization. Visions of these disturbing times haunt Cerridwen's dreams. When her dying mother sends Cerridwen to find a mural in Saint Eyes and lead Britland into a better future, the young healer has little choice but to set out on a life-changing quest. Her ability to perceive auras convinces her to accept nature-attuned Trevly's offer of protection. Bent on adventure and enthralled by the promise of treasure, beautiful Sasha, cunning Aron and uncut Boris join forces to get the most out of life. Their selfish plans collide with Cerridwen's when they learn about a powerful ring and a mural pointing the way to its location. 

 

BOOK TWO 

After a great flood destroyed civilization, a band of adventurers hunting for treasure challenges Cerridwen’s quest to lead Britland into a better future. She and her friends race against their rivals to Saint Eyes, where they hope to find a mural that leads the way to a powerful moonstone ring influencing the world. 

BOOK THREE 

After the great flood destroyed civilization, Cerridwen gains the unlikely support of a band of adventurers on her quest to lead Britland into a better future. As they row along the coast of Corn World to reach Long Doom and find a powerful ring, they face dangerous, mysterious, and bizarre adventures. Lured by the Gold Lord’s treasure, Sasha endangers their lives and Britland’s fate.

CRUMPLE ZONE follow up...

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CRUMPLE ZONE

                     Chapter Three

After passing through customs and immigration in Santiago, Lara boarded a plane to Calama, a mining town nine hundred miles north in the center of the Atacama Desert. 


From her window seat, she saw the snowy outline of the Andes, the brown peaks of the Cordilleras, and sometimes a strip of ocean and white sand. Anticipation chased away her nervousness. 

Waiting at the baggage claim, she sent her mother a text message saying she'd arrived safely. 

When she spotted her red suitcase, she hauled it off the conveyor belt, approached the car rental desk, and presented the printout of her reservation. “Hi, I've booked a Suzuki Vitara.”

The lady smiled up at her, took the paper, and punched keys, while scrutinizing the computer screen. “Ah, yes. You'll get an upgrade to a Nissan X-Trail.”

Lara's disappointment must have shown, because the woman added, “It would be twenty dollars more per day, but you get it without extra charge.”

“All right, it's just...the Suzuki is smaller and easier to maneuver.”

“Your driver's license, credit card, and passport, please.”

Lara gave up reading the Spanish contract and signed. She stepped outside into the afternoon sun. The dry air sizzled. Her gaze swept over the parking lot and beyond to the flat yellowish sand. Now she really had arrived in Chile.

She walked to the car rental pickup and showed the contract to a bored-looking man with a leathery, dark face. He pointed out a huge, black monster. She'd never driven such a beast.

When she sets out, little does she know she'll need all the crumple zone she can get... 

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EDITH PARZEFALL.

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Accidently Inspired... CRUMPLE ZONE...

It is my pleasure to have Edith Parzefall tell us more about her new release. 
It is time to break open the champagne and celebrate the birth of her latest novel from Museitup, CRUMPLE ZONE.

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Hi, I'm Edith. Often people forget the 'h' when they address me via email. Edit, that's what I do a lot.

My last name is Parzefall, the name of a famous fictional character since at least the middle ages.

Chrétien de Troyes called him Perceval, Wolfram von Eschenbach Parzival, and Richard Wagner Parsifal. In English he's commonly known as Percival.

Storyline: A simpleton becomes King of the Holy Grail. Sounds quite promising, doesn't it? :-)

Find out more about me at: EDITH PARZEFALL flickr pics and EDITH PARZEFALL's blog

When my partner and I visited Chile in 2008, we actually made the front page in a local newspaper, only they gave my name a new twist: Parceball. Well, the real star of this adventure was my knight, the rented X-Trail.

On a wonderful road trip, we explored this long, narrow country, squeezed between the Andes and the Pacific Ocean, mostly the Atacama Desert. 

If I'd seen our trip in a movie, I'd have commented a few times on the symbols and foreshadowing along the road, as in the face as a blood-red moon rising over a forest where a bunch of college kids just got lost...

  

It started on the return trip from San Pedro de Atacama to Santiago. Symbols of death and danger everywhere. A deserted mining village with a looted cemetery. 

The police stopped us to check our papers, told us to switch on the light and drive safely. 

When we crossed from Region II to III, a giant sandstone hand rising from the desert warned us to go no further. Not to mention the little altars along the road commemorating accident victims.

  

Next, a huge truck transporting mining equipment needed both lines of the highway and forced us onto the dirt shoulder quite unexpectedly at a crest. We saw it just in time to get out of harm's way.  Not for long though...

Unfazed, we drove on toward La Serena, where the most amazing thing happened. We were squashed between a tomato truck and a liquid gas truck. Battered but uninjured, we stepped from the wreck into the open arms of caring Chilenos. 

  

At the hospital, exams and x-rays confirmed that we really were uninjured. Unbelievable. Since we didn't get a replacement car, we found ourselves stranded, but the Carabineros gave us a ride searching for accommodation.

So we stayed the last few days, nurtured our seat belt bruises, lurched about town, picked up a newspaper featuring the accident, and booked a flight straight to Santiago de Chile, arriving just before we had to fly back home. Of course I had to turn these experiences into a novel.

Part of Crumple Zone follows pretty much in our tire tracks, except I needed more interesting characters than me (bookworm) and my partner (math nerd) and I had to invent the trucker causing the accident as well as motivate his lapse in attention. 

The beautifully symbolic model name of the X-Trail made it clear that my main protagonists needed to be at a crossroads in life, taking either the right or wrong turn, but no more going straight ahead and ignoring the important things in life. Okay, no spoilers... the result turned into psychological suspense.

Here's a teaser:

When Chilean trucker Enrique bumps into jobless workaholic Lara, he thwarts her flight from life and his escape from reality.

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Lara, a workaholic from Seattle, loses her job, drowns her frustrations in scotch, and books a trip to Chile. Instead of facing her messed up life, she escapes to South America and hooks up with a backpacker, whose bag of tricks conveniently distracts her.

Hauling freight along the same route, trucker Enrique battles the loneliness of the Atacama Desert, imagining his wife by his side. If only she'd stop urging him to come home. 

With growing unease, he sets off on the return trip. When his path crosses Lara's, the impact knocks them both off their errant tracks to face unpleasant realities.

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So raise your glasses and join us in celebrating the release of Crumple Zone. Congratulations Edith!

'An Ode to November' Guest post from Edith Parzefall

It is with great pleasure I welcome Edith Parzefall to my blog today. Edith is the multi published, best selling, author of Strays of Rio, a thriller taking the world by storm. It is great to have her here today to help celebrate the release of her latest novel, "Knights in Dark Leather" written in collaboration with Francene Stanley. The second book in the Higher Ground series based in the far distant future of Cornwall England. So, enough from me... Take it away Edith...

An Ode to November...

  I love cold and blustery November. Today, it is one year since MuseItUp Publishing offered me a contract for Strays of Rio  (link at Muse.)

 Twenty days later, on November 29, Double Dragon Publishing had accepted Wind Over Troubled Waters (DDP Link)  the first book in the Higher Ground series, I co-wrote with Francene Stanley. Only yesterday, the second book, Knights in Dark Leather (DDP link) was released as ebook. The paperback should follow within a few weeks, likely this November. :-)

I always found autumn and winter the most productive times of the year. Spring lures me outside, and the sweltering heat of summer makes me want to hang around beer gardens and chill.

Come to think of it, my novels are either set in spring or summer, or in an exotic place of warmth and sunshine like Rio de Janeiro and Chile. If I ever write a novel in a wintery setting, I'll probably start in early summer.

Of course, the nice weather doesn't mean my writing isn't dark and sinister.

In the Higher Ground series, even the weather turns vicious. I'm sure I fetched a warm blanket while working with Francene on these scenes:


Excerpt: Wind Over Troubled Waters

"The house is moving," Cerridwen yelled. "Come outside." She supported Mother's frail body while they staggered to the door. Screaming and wailing in protest, mud and water carried debris down the hill. No time to dwell on fear. Cerridwen forced them outside into the eerie backdrop.

Clouds obscured the moon. Rain drove into their faces. She headed for the familiar large overhanging rocks in the distance. At one with the earth, the outcrop would offer safety. But could she and Mother reach it in time? Mud ran over Cerridwen's feet. "The hill's sliding toward us." Pushing against the driving rain, they struggled on. She dragged Mother with each step. A flash of lightning lit the rocky part of the hill.

"Look. Over there." Nearly to their goal, maybe three men's length away.

The slipping mud knocked Mother off her feet. Cerridwen clutched her fur, but Mother slid away from her grip. In panic, Cerridwen bent, grasped her arm, and pulled her from the sucking mud. After a few staggering strides, a gust of wind almost pushed her over. A thick branch hurtled toward them and struck Mother. "No!" Cerridwen screamed. Slipping and sliding, she used strength she'd never needed to call on before. With a mighty effort, she pulled Mother up and hauled her over the last few steps to the shelter of large boulders.


Excerpt: Knights in Dark Leather 

Her gaze flicked to the ocean. Cerridwen gasped. Out of the sea a monster wave rose, blocking out the sky. Taller than two men. She clutched Trevly tighter.
The water crashed into her. Hard. Cold. The world a blur. Tumbling twisting water everywhere.

The drag ripped Trevly's hand away. Salt water filled her nose, her mouth, sucked her down, down. Lifted up and churned in the wave's power, Cerridwen pictured her mangled body dragged by the monster to the bottom of the world. A clear thought struck through her fear. She'd never see the ring her mother told her about.

Hitting the hard ground, she slid over the debris and smashed into a dune. With a hiss and gurgle, the wave abandoned her heavy body. She sucked in a breath. Trevly! The sea washed over her again, dragged her back.
No! She reached out but found no hold on the sand closest to the dunes. At last, she grabbed a rock on her slide towards the sea. She sat up, took a big gulp of air, and looked around, wiping wet hair tangled with seaweed from her face.

She screamed, "Trevly."

Thanks for joining us today Edith, an exciting time for you and Francene. I love your writing. Strays is already hitting the best seller lists, and well deserved place for a great thriller. The Higher Ground series are also wonderful stories, told with exceptional skill. Congratulations and celebrations!! 
******

If you want to read more from Edith and Francene... and get a glimpse into the far distant future of Corn World...
When the first book was released Edith, Francene and I all collaborated with three chapters and shared characters... it was great fun. If you would like to read those adventures follow the link for the first chapter. When Worlds Collide here on Ramblings from Lady Rosalie
Then head over to EDITH PARZEFALL's blog PART TWO
Complete the adventure at Stitching Words - - Francene Stanley PART THREE

Beware! When serial snapshots collide mid-fiction, the future will never be the same. Find out what happens as ...

Caleath Invades Troubled Waters



In the fading light, Aron concentrated on finding the cave again. He could sense Sasha's displeasure and had no intention of giving her more reason to become upset with him. 
He should have taken her cape and the hare when he went searching for her. Should have, and would have…if he'd known in advance her rescue posed so little challenge. To release tension, he slammed his closed fist into the other palm and strode on.

He shrugged the heavy burden of her disapproval off his back. If she ever left him...No, he chased away the thought. He wouldn't let that happen, couldn't let her go. He'd never had a woman like her before.
Yes, life came easy for him. Whatever he wanted seemed to drift his way just by wishing. A difficult challenge excited him, but at the same time he felt the dread of not being able to measure up. He'd never really been tested.

He glimpsed the large oak that grew close to the entrance of the cave. "We're almost there."

She halted, looking tired and annoyed, but her full lips parted to reveal shiny white teeth. "About time, too." The smile transformed into a pout. Her almond-shaped eyes appeared darker than usual. "I'm really hungry. Can't you find us food?"

With one finger, he traced her cute nose. The slight hook had intrigued him from the beginning. He'd never seen a nose like hers. "It's too late, my heart. Not enough light to see."

"Can you see me?"

"Perfect," he murmured and led her on. "When I was younger, I heard a tale of a woman who lived close by―a woman who could charm everyone she met. People painted her onto a wall in Saint Eyes." He stroked her neck. "Maybe you're related to her."

"Who knows? Nobody keeps records of such things. Maybe we should go and look at the painting." She sighed. "But now I'm too hungry to think about the past or the future. This is now."

"I'll tell you the story. Maybe that will―"

"I wish you hadn't left the hare behind. That fat Boris could go without eating for weeks."

He took her in his arms. "First thing in the morning, I'll find us food. I promise." She pressed against him but he could feel her reluctance.

"I'll just have you then," she said.

He laughed, relieved her mood had lifted. "Again?"

"What else would we do in a cold cave without food?"

"Right." He ignored the complaint and accepted the invitation, took her hand and pulled her towards the entrance. He picked up the short stub of a branch and whispered, "You better wait outside in case someone or something lives in here. Come on, we'll make the sound again." They raised their voices in a call like an owl, but nothing moved.

Aron stepped into the cave and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Something fluttered and brushed his hair. A bat. At least he hoped so.

From the entrance, Sasha gasped. "Ugh. Ghastly beasts."

Aron found no traces of any other recent inhabitants. "All clear," he called.

Sasha's black shape loomed against the dark grey of the opening. "Can we make a fire?"

He embraced her and kissed her neck. "We might attract those men. They'd come to get you."

"You'd defend me with your life."

"I'd rather live and make life with you." He grinned.

She pulled away. "Aron!"

Grasping her arms, he locked his focus on hers. "I'd rather die than let such brutes have their way with you."

She smiled, then laughed. "Yeah, that Boris looks like a giant. I wonder if his magic wand is just as huge."

"Hey, you shouldn't be thinking about other men's wands. At least not right now."

With a chuckle, she reached for the leather strap holding up his pants. "Then let me see what you've got.”

He caught her hand. “I better get that fire started before I exhaust myself too much.”

* * * *
Caleath opened his eyes. Sparks erupted from his clothes when he moved in the light-deprived void. The scent of ozone filled his nostrils. A cold breeze lifted the hairs on his arm and disturbed a dusting of silt on his head. Beneath his fingers, stone welcomed his touch. The heat of benign sorcery spread through his body, invigorating each cell. The sensation of soaking in a hot bath lulled him until he sought an explanation for his presence in the new locale.

He raised his eyes and watched the static discharges ignite with the light of startled sprites. Knowing it would take time to recover from passage through a transport beam, he relaxed, allowing moments to pass. Energy flowed through him as the warmth of magic recharged his body.

Caleath stretched, closed his eyes, and cursed whoever maintained an alien matter transporter on a primitive world. Returning without access to a control panel might be impossible. He chewed on a growing knot of rage. Was this another of Ephraim’s schemes?

His need to find Nasith drove him.

With his head resting against the rock wall, he glanced from one end of the cavern to the other. A loom of light and the sound of voices bickering wafted from his left.

Caleath spread his hands against the floor where he sat, concentrating on reaching the familiar energy resident in the structure of the rock. A sentient power answered his silent query.

“Welcome, Caleath D’Tiva, Deathbringer.”

“I don’t recognize your essence.” Caleath exhaled slowly, keeping a tight rein on his fear. His continued access to sorcery came as a surprise. “What planet is this? Who controls the Stabilized Ion Trans-locator Unit?”

“We cannot answer your questions. We would give you warning.”

“Go on then. I am listening.” Caleath swallowed his apprehension.

“Sorcery, even benign sorcery, is no longer welcome in this part of the world. Beware. Powerful forces manipulated your arrival. Trust no one.”

“Can you tell me if Nasith… if others from Allorn have been brought here?”

“Nature is in a state of flux. You will meet those who can help re-order the balance. Whatever happens, you must not interfere with their quest.”

 “Nasith isn’t here, is she?” Caleath asked before the presence faded from his mind. Silence and cold stone offered no response. “Damn.”

He dusted silt from his clothes and scrambled to his feet. Delving into memory chips implanted before his exile a decade ago, he gathered information relating to the distinctive Stabilized Ion Trans-locator Unit’s after-effects.

The ozone, accumulated static, and lethargy indicated the use of one particular device. The SITU420, preferred choice until the exodus from ‘Old Earth’. Caleath chewed his bottom lip, considering the implications presented by the machine and the presence of creatures able to understand the controls. He tried to contemplate the existence of an alien species, other than himself, able to access a beam capable of interplanetary transportation. Who would choose to frequent a planet he, as a surveyor, once listed as ‘of no further interest’? Questions ran through his mind as he moved reluctantly toward the sound of bickering voices.

He was used to not finding his presence welcome, but to intrude on an argument didn’t bode well. He hoped these natives had access to food. Already the grumbling of his gut sounded like thunder as he stepped on silent soles towards their company.

Within the dim light, he watched a woman berate a male figure. If the purpose of the primitive skins she wore was to drive sane men stupid with lust, she succeeded. Caleath swallowed and hoped she wore the outfit made from rabbit and hare pelts for comfort. The garment snuggled her figure and fitted into her curves, finishing at mid-thigh. She'd bound strips of hide, fur side against her skin, from toes to above her knee, allowing plenty of room for movement and a hand's width of skin below her skirt to stir desire. Black hair, dark skin, luscious lips, and slightly hooked nose would have completed any man’s idea of the perfect woman, if not for the tone of her voice.

Her companion, tall, lanky and muscular seemed her perfect compliment. Together, with their dark skins, hair and well formed features, they made a stunning couple. The man's body rippled with health beneath leather tunic and leggings.

As they argued, Caleath’s microchip data banks uploaded their dialect to his short term memory for easy access. He could almost recognize the speech, a derivative of old English, still downloaded as part of every star travelling citizen’s education.

Not wanting to intrude, but needing information and food, Caleath cleared his throat and stepped into the light.

“Greetings, my name is Caleath.” He raised his empty hands, already missing the dragon wrought sword that no longer hung at his side. Neither of these strangers bore weapons worth mentioning. An odd trait,  but a welcome one.

The look of stunned surprise on both faces gave Caleath a moment to edge closer. In the centre of the empty cavern floor the male concentrated on the makings of a fire. From where he stood Caleath could see the damp wood needed more than flint strike to coax it to burn.

“Badger’s bite!” Springing to his feet the man threw himself between Caleath and the woman. In his hand he clutched a homemade dagger. “Who are you? Where did you come from?”

Caleath ignored his questions as the woman took charge.

“Aron, he’s not carrying a weapon. Perhaps this is his cave?”

“We checked, Sasha, the cave was empty. He’s come from nowhere.”

“Not exactly nowhere… but close enough.” Caleath slowly edged toward the pile of firewood. “I was hoping you might have food to share? I can pay.” He produced a gold coin and rolled it across the back of his fingers. Gold spoke any language. Seeing Sasha’s eyes light up, he relaxed a little and asked the coin to disappear. “You need to light the fire? Mind if I help? It’s perishing cold here.”

“The fire won’t light. We’ve tried,” Aron argued. Sasha stepped from behind him and flashed a riveting smile as her hips swung enticingly. Seeing the possessive glint in Aron’s eye, Caleath ignored her advance. He dropped to his haunches and asked the element of fire to heed his summons.

Touching the firewood, flames leapt to obey. He coaxed them, encouraging their offering until the damp wood sizzled and popped. Watching Aron from the corner of his eye, he continued to feed fresh wood into the conflagration.

* * *
Sasha stared at the flames bursting from the logs. Her mouth dropped open.

“Dratted badger, how did you do that?” Aron murmured, his voice dripping with awe and something else. Fear?

She forced her gaze toward the fair stranger, let it travel down his fine, well-stitched leather clothes. Who in Corn World could possibly make such garments? Who dared carry gold coins? She blinked then met his eyes. “Where are you from? Where did you get these clothes?”

“Is that all you can think of?” Aron said. “He just lit the fire with his fingers. Are you Merlin, still roaming Britland? I thought you died even before the before-times.”

Sasha wanted to slap him. How could he expect anyone to know his fancy tales of knights and wizards? Instead of frowning, a smile tugged at Caleath's lips. “Sometimes dying can be harder than you think. No, I'm not Merlin, but you're close.” He cast a wary glance around. “Are there any dragon lords here?”

Aron laughed. “Oh, come on, dragons probably never existed. Do you believe all the stories someone tells you? I've got a few good ones.” He lowered himself by the fire, stretching his hands towards the flames.

 “No dragons or dragon lords?” Caleath grinned and settled on the ground beside Sasha, across from Aron. “If I didn’t need to rescue a friend from danger, I think I could like it here.”

 “You can come along with us." Sasha placed her hand on the stranger's thigh. "With your Merlin skills...”

Aron scowled. “Stop trying to collect knights, Sasha. I'm glad we got rid of that Boris oaf.”

She withdrew her hand and sent a radiating smile across the flames. “Don't be silly, Aron. You're my knight.”

Caleath took a deep breath. “Do you happen to have anything edible?”

“Ediwhat?” Sasha scrutinized him. He sure looked, talked and smelled strange.

“Sorry, something to eat. I need to feed the little critters trying to repair my body. Nanobots we call them.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You really are a wizard!”

The knobbly bone in his throat bobbed up and down. “A mage. Not voluntarily though.”

Sasha's ears rushed. Joy hammered against her ribs. What a fine knight this man would make. “I'm starving too. Aron, why don't you go hunt?”

“Holy maggots, you'll never change.” Aron shook his head.

Her gaze locked with his. He'd promised to let her be herself, now that she'd escaped her husk band to live as a free woman with him.

“As you wish, Queen Sasha.” Aron rose. “If this Boris bumbles along, I'm sure you and Merlin can deal with him.” He ducked and left the cave, disappearing into darkness.

“Are you really a queen?” Caleath asked.

She chuckled. “There aren't any queens or kings around Britland anymore. If they ever existed. Don't you know anything?”

“Britland? Great Britain on Old Earth?”

“No, Corn World in Britland. Don't know about this old earth, whatever it is.” She leaned close to him. “Where are you from? Certainly not Corn World.”

His eyes darted sideways. Then he nodded as if he'd found the answer to her question. He took her hand, rose and pulled her up. “I'll show you.”

Confused, Sasha followed him to the entrance. His home couldn't be this close.  She'd explored the land around. Just trees--no dwellings. Outside, he placed one hand on her shoulder, while the other pointed up into the sky. “Likely somewhere around there. Hard to tell without computers and access to the database.”

Sasha stepped back. “You've dropped from the sky? What are you and why are you here?”

“I wish I knew.”

Sasha glanced at the edge of the dark forest and cocked her head to listen. She couldn’t hear Aron. Smiling, she sidled up to the stranger who carried a gold coin on his body, somewhere. Somewhere she would discover. A gold coin could change her future.

“Why don’t I help you find out?” She caught the hand resting on her shoulder and drew it across her breast. “No need for secrets between us.”

The stranger recoiled, stepping away as if her touch offended him.

 “What is wrong?” She smiled her most seductive smile and slung her arms around his waist. “Don’t you want to make life?” 

Caleath tried to twist out of her grasp, but Sasha refused to let go.

“What are you doing with the woman I'm gonna marry?” From the shadows lurched a giant bulging with muscles. His face contorted with scorn.

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Follow the adventures tomorrow on Edith Parzefall's Blog and then the final chapter follows the day after on Francene Stanley's Wordstitcher blog

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RELEASE DAY is here for WIND OVER TROUBLED WATERS...

The collaboration of two talented authors give us a glimpse into the future of CornWorld 2222 after a flood has wiped out civilization.

WIND OVER TROUBLED WATERS to buy this new release.

"This dark, edgy novel forces us to confront human nature in the raw...with eyes wide open."

Wendy Laharnar, author of The Unhewn Stone 

My Review...

From a landslide beginning ‘Wind Over Troubled Waters’ sweeps us along with the perfect mix of misadventure and challenge on Cerridwen and Sasha’s parallel quests.  

Batten down the hatches! Wind Over Troubled Waters sweeps readers into a future world devastated by flood. Surviving a landslide, grief and desolation, Cerridwen’s quest is to fulfill her mother’s dying wish. Sasha’s quest is for freedom, adventure and meaning for her life. 

The world Stanley and Parzefall create is familiar in a frightening way. The journey through a future flood-ravaged world reveals the value of the storyteller, the healer, the quick witted and the strong. Through Cerridwen and Sasha’s parallel quests we rediscover the value of old skills, loyalty, compassion, freedom and the deeper emotion of love. 

A maelstrom of adventures and challenges contrast with the beautiful crafting of characters and settings and sweep Wind Over Troubled Waters straight onto the ‘favourites’ shelf.

Wind Over Troubled Waters.... click to read a sample chapter.

Lucky 7 Meme... From Wendy Laharnar, Rebecca Russell Ryals, and Anita Davidson

 I am not sure if you are supposed to answer these blog posts en-masse but I don't have many WIP to call on... so Thank you to Wendy, Rebecca and Anita for including me in the fun... Here's my contribution.

 First off, an explanation of what it's all about... Each author is requested to

*go to page 77 of your current WIP
*go to line 7
*copy down the next 7 lines/sentences as written and post them on your blog or website
*tag 7 other authors
*let them know they've been tagged

 So here we go... page 77 of  'Signs' (working title) seven lines from the manuscript...

“Don’t look now, but I think we are about to have company.” Connelly’s muttered warning came while Kyler quaffed a flagon of thick brown ale. He wiped his mouth and belched, finally content and quite prepared to ignore Connelly’s guests. 

Connolly continued, “Let me do the talking. Tammy, that applies to you too. Be ready to move, Kyler. Don’t go to sleep just yet.”

“Move?” Moving wasn’t high on Kyler’s list of priorities. Sleep filled the first three spaces. Enjoying another meal occupied the rest of his agenda. “What would make me want to move?”

Now, I must find seven more authors to include in this exercise...

I don't think you can include the authors who chose you, but why not go and visit Wendy Laharnar's Facebook page, Anita Davidson's The Disorganised Author or Rebecca Russell Ryal's Blog and see what others have produced with their Lucky 7 Meme exercises.

Meanwhile.. I have tagged...

Edith Parzefall

Francene Stanley

Killarney Sheffield

Kat Holmes

Lindsay Below

Adriana Ryan 
Adriana posted her seven lines on Facebook. :)

Alix Richard/Jo Pfander

Thanks for dropping in.

MORE AT STAKE THAN EVER...

5.0 out of 5 stars 

By EDITH PARZEFALL

"In the Battle for Enderseer Hold, Rosalie Skinner sure raises the stakes for her protagonists and antagonists. 

A chilling and riveting read from start to finish. Dramatic decisions affecting everyone he cares about lie ahead for our experienced player of virtual games. 

Caleath's journey never gets boring. Each book introduces intriguing new elements as the world of his exile enlarges."

Review for Exiled: The Legacy of Lathraine's Pledge...

I’ve just finished reading my very first book on my new Kindle, and thoroughly enjoyed the experience in every respect. The Kindle is really neat, but soon I forgot all about it as I dove into the third book of Caleath’s Chronicles. All the characters have become good friends by now, except of course for those I love to hate.
The Legacy of Lathraine’s Pledge is beautifully and vividly written. Rosalie Skinner comes up with amazing descriptions, unique metaphors and comparisons that make you smile or send a shiver down your back. The ebb and flow of intense, moving moments lightened by humorous encounters or witty dialogues carried me away on a wonderful journey in an intriguing world where fantasy meets science fiction. Highly recommended, but you better start from the beginning so as not to miss anything! The first book is Exiled: Autumn’s Peril.
So far this series is only available as ebook in many formats. One of the reasons why I bought that Kindle. 


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Edith Parzefall is the author of Strays of Rio, soon to be released by Museitup Publishing and co author of
Wind Over Troubled Waters, soon to be released by Double Dragon Publishing.

First Review for Exiled: Winter's Curse from Edith Parzefall

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Review: Rosalie Skinner – Exiled: Winter’s Curse

The second book in Caleath’s Chronicles is out now. I devoured it in no time. The story continues where Autumn’s Peril left off. Rosalie Skinner skillfully weaves in back story to fill in new readers and remind ‘old’ ones of what happened before while the new adventure unfolds–without a moment of boredom.

Her witty sense of irony brightens the dark cold atmosphere of this wintery challenge. While Caleath gets side-tracked and burdened with followers who depend on him, the danger of giant ants destroying the world he’s been stranded in keeps growing. New characters add conflict, tension, humor and charm. I’m still fascinated with the combination of of science fiction and an archaic world of mages, dragons, and semi-divine Vergöttern.

Find out more about Caleath’s Cronicles at Rosalie Skinner’s website or Wendy Laharnar’s Blog. She once again hosted the release party.


Thank you Edith!!!