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 In this first-ever full-length Heroes in Hell novel by Janet and

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Chris Morris, Homer, the famous poet of ancient Greece who wrote 
The Iliad
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Hell on special assignment from Satan.

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The Little Helliad

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A Heroes in Hell Novel

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by Janet & Chris Morris

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Genre: Dark Fantasy

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 In the ninth installment of the acclaimed Heroes in
Hell 
series, The Little Helliad takes
readers on a journey through the underworld like never before. Homer,
the legendary ancient Greek poet, finds himself in Hell, tasked by
the Devil himself to chronicle the epic tales of the damned. Drawing
inspiration from the lesser-known vignettes of the Iliad, this novel
weaves a tapestry of myth, history, and fantasy.

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.As Homer  navigates the treacherous landscapes of Hell, he encounters a host of
unforgettable characters, each with their own stories of heroism,
betrayal, and redemption. With the unique perspective of the Morris
duo, this book offers a fresh and compelling take on the classic
tales of the Iliad, reimagined in the fiery depths of the afterlife.

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The Little Helliad is a must-read for fans of epic fantasy and
mythological retellings, blending rich storytelling with the dark
allure of the underworld. Join Homer on his odyssey through Hell and
discover the timeless tales that continue to captivate readers across
the ages.

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What is something unique/quirky about you?

 

We breed Morgan horses. We consult with Morgan breeders to help them choose breeding combinations to achieve a desired result.

We are also song writers; Janet plays bass guitar and Chris sings and plays guitar. We have an album on MCA records. Look for Christopher Crosby Morris on Soundcloud or N1M.com

 

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?

 

Janet wrote her first book in 1975 and Chris was the first one to read and comment on it. Their marriage survived. A routine emerged where Chris would read aloud all the new drafts and we would make edits on the spot. After a few books Chris’ ideas became frequent enough that we agreed he should have credit for writing, whereas before we had kept separate Janet’s storytelling and Chris’ songwriting. The rest, as they say is history.

 

Who is your hero and why?

 

Heraclitus of Ephesus, a pre-socratic philosopher, whose Cosmic Fragments foreshadow our knowledge of reality and how to perceive it. Among his precepts is the statement that change alone is unchanging. We’ve worked Heraclitus’ fragments in here and there throughout our books.

 

What inspired you, to write your The Little Helliad novel?

 

Like many readers, we went through a phase of reading the Homeric works and since Homer himself spent Odysseus to Hell on his way back from Attica, his homeland. We thought it only fair to send Homer to Hell in hopes of getting a book deal from a publisher in New Hell. Instead he gets an unlimited travel pass to research a book the Devil hopes will glorify him. Guess what happens . . .

 

Convince us why you feel The Little Helliad is a must read.

 

The Little Helliad isn’t a must read, it is a fun read and one that will introduce readers to historic fictional characters. It is a full-length novel and casts present day themes in ancient Greek sensibilities. That may sound like a mouthful, but The Little Helliad evokes a collision of eras for Homer to glorify as only he can.

 

Who designs your book covers?

 

The Little Helliad’s cover was conceived by Perseid, created using AI, and realized by Roy Mauritsen, our gifted cover artist.

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Best selling author Janet Morris
began writing in 1976 and has since published more than 30 novels,
many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris or others. Most of her
fiction work has been in the fantasy and science fiction genres,
although she has also written historical and other novels. Morris has
written, contributed to, or edited several book-length works of
non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal weapons,
developmental military technology and other defense and national
security topics.

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Christopher Crosby Morris (born 1946) is an American author of fiction and
non-fiction, as well as a lyricist, musical composer, and
singer-songwriter. He is married to author Janet Morris. He is a
defense policy and strategy analyst and a principal in M2
Technologies, Inc. He writes primarily as Chris Morris, but
occasionally uses pseudonyms.

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Welcome to my stop on the virtual book tour for Shakti Of The Illuminated Lotus organized by Goddess Fish Promotions.

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Shakti Of The Illuminated Lotus

by Luki Belle

 

 

Genre: Erotic Supernatural Dark Fantasy

Synopsis

In a fictitious, mysterious, and futuristic Earth, the Western and Eastern continents are poised to become entangled in an ancient holy rivalry and epic battle.

The enigmatic and powerful king of Asukhas rules over the technologically, scientifically, and militarily advanced Western Continent, closely guarding his blissfully ignorant population of captive humans.

The golden-haired spirit, Ahankara, is suddenly released from captivity in the void and unleashes a powerful reptile upon the world’s oceans.

Associate professor of philosophy Anjali Valpolicella seeks psychotherapy from renowned Western psychologist Dr. AlexanDRA, and their therapy sessions may reveal an important secret to possessing the much-coveted Trident of Kumarun.

In Shakti of the Illuminated Lotus: A Dark, Erotic & Futuristic Fantasy for Adults oceans roil as factions doggedly compete in a dark and erotic quest to find the Trident, hidden by the Eastern continent’s divine panthers for centuries. The fate of the World teeters on the brink. Who will possess the Trident? Do they want to use it to gain access to the holy realm of Juwala, or will they use the Trident to destroy the realm and take command of military forces of unimaginable power?

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Monologue Part 1

Did you know that you are a descendant of the Asukhas? You are both holy and unholy, human, and divine, gifted in profound ways that lie dormant in your being awaiting the touch of Shakti to ignite the fire of the Asukha in you! Yearn not for the blissful abode of Juwala, the place of eternal happiness, behind the deep blue sky, for in Kumarun’s realm you will revolt for what you are which is an Asukha in body, spirit, mind and in your thirst and hunger for self-enlightenment. You are beast and you are divine, never forget that!

The Rise of Asukhas

It now comes to the story of your ancestors, dear reader. You hailed from the Spirits of Illumination and from the once holy teachers of Juwala, Vrishaaktan, Balaktaan and Golikdan. After the separation from Kunjahl and Ahankara, the three teachers and seventy-seven Spirits of Illumination suffered for months, fighting their uncontrollable hunger for flesh. The impact of Trishna upon them was severe but through the unholy powers, which they had acquired in the caves of the ocean, after banishment from Juwala, these beings resisted being destroyed by Trishna’s essence. They all went into hiding, afraid of themselves and of what they were becoming. The terror of their unholy selves was fearful. The powers that they were gaining overwhelmed these once holy beings. Unable to provide solace and comfort to each other, the three teachers parted ways, seeking out dark places on earth to hide and suffer.

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Luki Belle works in the media industry. Listening avidly to stories from diverse cultural fiction books read to her by her extended family, storytelling was a fixture from early childhood. Pouring over magnificent and enchanting illustrated books in her family’s library, Luki was drawn to the mythology of South Asian Indians, Greeks, and Romans. These diverse mythologies were her strongest inspiration when, many years later, she started penning the first outline for her debut novel, Shakti of the Illuminated Lotus.

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Once upon a time, an evil faerie queen traveled through the looking-glass with the cruelest of intentions…to curse a baby.

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A Court of Broken Promises & Nightmares

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Courts & Curses Book 2

by Michelle Helen Fritz

Genre: YA Dark Fantasy Regency Romance

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Once upon a time, an evil faerie queen traveled through the looking-glass with the cruelest of intentions…to curse a baby.

When Alora meets her prince at a masquerade and shares a moonlight dance, her life is forever changed. As her heart longs for his promised return, she can’t get his amber gaze far from her mind.

The Faerie Prince of the White Kingdom doesn’t remember the night he fell in love with his true mate. Debauchery and unrest are twisting the subjects of Wonderland into sinister faeries, and the prince is suffering right alongside his people. With time ticking down to preserve the wonder of his land, he’ll need to battle his greatest foe and regain his lost memories or risk sacrificing everything.

With the help of the Resistance and a tutor with style and sass, Alora is destined to save the two kingdoms, but she’ll need to embrace the darkness in order to fulfill the prophecy. What Wonderland needs most is a savior. But she’s only ever been a simple English girl. No pressure there.

This is book two in a Regency fairytale re-telling mash-up series Courts & Curses with guaranteed happily ever afters and surprising twists to the tales you thought you knew. Adventure through the six Courts of Faerie in this shared universe as they battle the darkness that seeks to destroy their existence. Each book is written as a standalone with interconnecting characters and themes.

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Horrifying beasts that used to exist only in nightmares now freely roamed the dark lands. Those who were once gentle and kind had been either devoured or forced to become cruel and twisted, re-created into something sinister, something truly terrifying. A Resistance was formed to fight against the swelling tide of evil, one which would need a savior, a leader who could take all of the unrest and debauchery and vanquish the very heart of evil, making something wonderful from its ashes. One who could take the darkness and embrace it as they conquered the false queen.

 

Cheshire was in pursuit of a grimoire chasing a hobgoblin. The grimoire was spitting black, inky liquid at everything it passed by. It was a nasty, horrid little creature, as all the grimoires were.

 

The tabby ran with a delighted look upon his whiskered face. Alora caught his notice by wavering her hand in the air.

 

“Nothing to fear, Curious One! We shall soon have this all settled. There is nothing quite like a good mad dash around the library.” The feline winked at her, then took off again.

 

“Mad, you’re all raving mad,” she whispered. “Everything anyone does is mad!”

 

“Who are you?” came a raspy voice to the side of the pathway. Alora cast her gaze in the direction from where the voice had come, noting the various shapes and heights of the mushrooms standing erect just beside the pathway.

 

“I inquired who you are, you daft girl,” seethed the voice with unguarded irritation.

 

“Why is everyone so unbearably rude?” Alora had had her fill with ill-mannered faeries and took angry steps until she halted before the mushroom where the tiny creature reclined. She staked her hands onto her hips in umbrage.

 

Resting atop the largest brown and white mushroom was a tiny cyan caterpillar puffing out tiny rings of smoke. In one of his many grubby hands rested the mouthpiece of a hookah. He wasn’t wearing any practical clothing, yet there were minuscule sky-blue slippers on ten of his miniature feet.

 

“Perhaps you’re the rude one, you unwelcomed interloper!” the insect snapped before taking another drag on his instrument.

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Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author? 

I think I was always writing. I wrote my first Regency Romance when I was an early teenager. I still remember it and wish that I had held onto it. That was my first official book and Love At Last was my next. I couldn’t imagine writing another book and not publishing it.

 

What are you passionate about these days? 

Writing and reading and learning new ways to express the written word. Also, my daughter’s artistic skills have really soared! She’s surpassed everything that I ever taught her and that is such an awe inspiring moment when you watch your little one take flight. I love watching her paint. It’s the coolest thing to express yourself on a canvas. There’s a piece of beauty in each brushstroke. And painting beside my daughter is faetastic. I love that we can be so creative and just have such a marvelous time together.

 

What do you do to unwind and relax? 

Read! I really do enjoy books. I want to be whisked away and surprised and fall in love.

 

What inspired you to write this book? 

The idea of a Wonderland where the heroine chooses Hatter and he falls for her, deliciously. I wanted one that was gruesome with battles but also with such a sweet wholesome romance. I think the idea of the Regency era where manners mattered and mayhem ruled was fascinating. And the young adult genre has my heart. Fairytales were my first love, what better way to honor that then to create my own worlds?

 

Where did you come up with the names in the story? 

Alora is our heroine. When I considered Alice from Alice in Wonderland and Aurora from Sleeping Beauty, I merged them together and Alora was born. I think it’s the perfect way to mash-up my heroines, and I enjoy taking the fairytales and creating these names. The other names were seamless. These characters appeared on the pages and there was never a doubt as to who they were.

 

Did you learn anything during the writing of your recent book? 

I certainly did. So much of the Regency genre is telling, not showing. With the first book in this series, I didn’t show enough and some readers pointed out that they would have enjoyed it more if I had shown more things. My editor was meticulous in pointing out when I needed to show more. I’m a very descriptive writer, so I loved having things be noted that I could bring to life in a different way. I think it’s so much more magical than my first book and I really hope that it presents well to the young adult audience. This book owns my heart.

 

How did you come up with the name of this book?

Well, the Lunar Court is a wondrous place filled with nightmares as it’s heavily tied to dreaming and curses. The idea of our hero making a promise that he couldn’t keep intrigued me. So I knew that nightmares and promises had to be in my title.

 

 

If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would you do during that day? 

That’s very easy to answer. Cheshire of course would be my choice. He’s so funny and says things that others might not, he just doesn’t have a filter and I love that most about him. He’s honest and raw and doesn’t apologize for being himself one bit. I would love to sit down over a tea table and hear the gossipy tales from all the Courts. Mostly, I dream of the idea of giving him a hug. Can you imagine how soft his fur would be!?

 

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story? 

Before I even began writing this book, Femfaeascent was fuming with formidable rage, pacing back and forth in my mind. She was quite irate with her son and wanted to make sure that her vengeance was legend. Once the prologue was written, she calmed down. But I usually have characters talk to me and Alora was also very vocal. I had an idea of where we were going and reached chapter three and she was like, nope. We’re redoing this because this isn’t how this is suppressed to go. I was so upset because I didn’t want to lose my words but you know what? She was absolutely right, the book is better because she was so insistent.

 

If your book had a candle, what scent would it be?

It would be a mix of Hatter’s and Remius’s scents. Wonder what those are? Read their story.

 

Do the characters all come to you at the same time or do some of them come to you as you write? Obviously I had a pretty good handle on the main characters. Usually when I’m writing things are happening and bam, there’s a new character. Sometimes it’s surprising and other times it’s a good compromise to making a scene or a book flow better. Usually I won’t know who they really are until there is dialogue happening. That’s when any character really comes to life. I never imagined that Fleur, who was in the first book, would be such a huge part of the second book. But she showed up in a big way and stole it away.

 

Do you prefer to write in silence or with noise? Why? 

Always in silence or as much as I can manage! I want to be in the moment with my characters and not miss any of what’s taking place on the page. I often will read lines aloud when it’s dialogue to hear how it sounds, what I could add more to, or what could be tweaked.

 

Do you write one book at a time or do you have several going at a time?

Usually it’s two at a time. One to be working on full-time and one to slip into when I need a change or to let one rest to come back to it in a few days.

 

Pen or type writer or computer?

Computer. I need to see the words flowing on the screen. I would never accomplish much if I was concentrating on my handwriting and whether it was legible enough to read later.

 

Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?

Several very wise persons have said to write for yourself the stories that you want to read. And that’s exactly what I do. I really hope others enjoy my words, and if not excuse me while I weep away. Kidding…mostly. Most authors want their books to resonate with their readers. That’s the ultimate goal.

 

How long on average does it take you to write a book?

It really varies. My second book was a co-write with the amazing E.A. Shanniak. We wrote that book in three weeks because it just flowed. It was an amazing experience. Other times it’s taken longer. I think the longest was a year, but I wasn’t consistently writing it. Usually if given the proper time, three months is my time-frame.

 

Do you believe in writer’s block?

I do! Sometimes the muse just isn’t there. That’s when you need to take a step back and just do something else that inspires you. Go to a museum. Go for a walk. If you’re crafty, create something. Paint, listen to music or spend time with your family. When your mind resets, the muse will begin to whisper in your ear. It’s magical when suddenly those words start to flow.

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Michelle Helen Fritz began her literary career as a personal assistant to Indie authors. She enjoys being immersed in the process of turning an idea into a complete and published book. Michelle loves to write about dashing heroes and the compelling women that tempt them with a bit of intrigue and an abundance of romance, creating swoon-worthy characters and stories for her readers to enjoy. Occasionally, her characters talk to her and change the entire plot. Maryland is where her humble abode resides, housing her four home-schooled children along with her jaunty hero-husband who makes all her dreams come true. Michelle fully believes in happily-ever-afters and wishing upon stars.

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Welcome to my stop on the virtual book tour for Rise Of Dresca organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Author Tim McKay will be awarding a $40 Amazon or B&N Gift ardC to a randomly drawn winner. Don’t forget to enter!

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Rise Of Dresca

by Tim McKay

 

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Genre: YA / Dark Fantasy

Synopsis

From the pits of an ancient darkness, a new power is rising.

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Ceremai has fallen.

After a decade of struggle for independence, a fledgling nation collapses under the unrelenting force of invasion.

Join an unlikely band of allies on a journey beset by shadow and intrigue, pulled by the strings of fate to the source of a new evil.

A lord’s daughter turns assassin. An orphan girl discovers her power. A captain plots in vain.

And the last soldier of Ceremai finds his destiny.

Witness the dawn of a new age, and learn if what evil intended for harm…

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“I’m not much of a teacher,” said Sevora. She unclipped her scabbard and pulled the long blade free.

“I’ll bet,” said Datha with a snicker, just loud enough to regret it when Sevora sent him her most withering look.

“I’ll do my best to keep up,” said Vald. As he pulled Seth’s korossa from its worn scabbard, the blade seemed to ring. Sevora could have sworn she saw a faint blue light glimmer along its edge. She’d have shrugged it off if not for Seth’s wide eyes, which quickly turned serious.

Vald handed the scabbard to Seth, then twisted the sword in a narrow flourish, gripping hard on the hilt and shifting down into a stance Sevora recognized. Vald wasn’t showing off. She was about to be challenged.

She drew herself up. “Read… ahem… ready?”

Vald nodded.

Sevora shot forward, left arm straightened and her sword piercing the air where Vald’s bulk had been. He’d stepped left, pivoting and catching her blade with a stiff but powerful undercut. The force pulled her arm up and around so she stumbled two steps over.

She’d left her side open and knew what was coming. Vald closed in with a sweeping diagonal slash that her hasty defense barely caught. He pressed his korossa on hers and it took all her strength to keep her own blade from digging into her shoulder. Their eyes locked.

For the first time since the dragon swarms flew east, she was afraid.

About Author Tim McKay:

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Tim McKay is a writer, editor, and marketer from Ottawa, Canada. He used to be a pastor, still cares about good and evil, and still strives to create meaningful experiences for others. He has degrees in history, theology, and public policy, along with a diploma in professional writing, but likes nothing more than hiking in the woods, running along the Rideau Canal, and connecting with the people he loves. Oh, and reading a good book.

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If you enjoy a darker spin on fairy tales, Upon a Wicked Tide is for you! Read more about the first book in this beautiful duology by Kate Craft!

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Upon a Wicked Tide (Wicked Tides Duology #1)

Publication Date: October 31st, 2022

Genre: Fairy Tale/ Dark Fantasy/ Romance/ Mermaids & Pirates

In a world of sirens, pirates and unspeakable danger, one might crave a quiet life on the Garden Isle…but not this blue-eyed girl.

Upon the death of her guardians, Emerelda Mirabel comes to inherit three curious things:

A book…

Not a diary or fable, but something almost sentient. This riddlesome book hums with power, each page offering strange warnings and temptations…Perhaps speaking to a future already written?

A desire…

Adventure calls to the young captain, a hunger for something more than a simple fisherwoman’s life. Upon her ship, The King’s Arcana, she will sail the eight seas, venturing to strange lands with strangers amongst her crew. But at what cost?

A heartless prince…

Seemingly cursed with no heart, Prince Ryder could not care less about his kingdom, his family or even life itself. But when the king insists his son travel with Emery to find a cure for the affliction, something finally stirs within. Something he cannot explain. Something binding him to the blue-eyed girl.

Dark Fantasy / Slow Burn Romance / Adventure on the High Seas / Fairy Tales / Sirens / Pirates / Mermaids / Cannibals

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Kate Craft is a British, fantasy author who debuted in March 2022 with her first book in The Chaos Covenant series. Stepping into the world of indie publishing, she continues to chase her dream of weaving new tales filled with love and mayhem.

Born and raised travelling the world, Craft finally settled in the United Kingdom to complete a BSc in Psychology and Criminology, before joining the British Army in 2016. She is always eager to hear from readers and writers, so feel free to reach out!

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Welcome to the pre-order event for Invitation to Hell, a dark romantic fantasy by Amber Bunch! Read on for details, pre-order a copy, and enter the giveaway ($25 Amazon e-gift card – open to everyone)!

When you pre-order you get a few extras when your book arrives:

2 Stickers (Including Chibi Sticker of Asmo and Kali)

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Invitation to Hell (Goddess of Death #1)

Publication Date: September 22, 2022 (First Edition)

Genre: Dark Romance/ Dark Fantasy/ Mythology

What if, all you’ve ever known was ripped away from you…

You were thrown into a world full of the same creatures that have haunted your nightmares for years. Magic, and the Gods are no longer a myth, but a part of your destiny.

Now, you’re about to lose everything and everyone you love to an evil King known as the Devourer of Souls.

Then, there’s Hades son…

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Cinders

Good Tales For Bad Dreams Book 1

by V.M. Sawh

Genre: Dark Fantasy

As a slave in the bawdy Black House, Rella longs to escape the whips and chains of her existence. She is chosen for a dangerous mission and offered a chance at freedom. There is only one condition: first she must assassinate the Prince.

Quote: “Death by god or death by man… but never as a sister of the Black House!”

Welcome to Good Tales For Bad Dreams, a short-fiction series of re-imagined fairy tales. Each story is set in a different time and place. Some will be familiar, others will not. So, strip bare your assumptions, open your mind and see these tales told like never before.

Please note that this is a short-fiction piece (approx. 28 pages or 10k words) and only a taste of things to come…

(Suggested for Mature Readers, 17 and up)

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It was quite peculiar to her at first, how the stillness enveloped her body. She watched her limbs slide through the
chilled water that swallowed her flesh. Their oncepowdered surfaces were cast blue by the undulating shafts of
moonlight floating down from the surface. The flotsam churned along with tumbled bits of ice and mud, the only
markers of her passage from the world above to the world which yawned black below. Unwinding into the light like an
uncoiled serpent, a single red ribbon floated above her, from her. Her hand drifted through it, not by her own volition,
causing it to cloud. It was warm.

Her hair floated about her face, the long strands gently caressing her skin. She kept her eyes open, straining her
pupils against the water’s icy embrace. The pillars of the moon`s reach were darkening before her.

She could no longer feel the cold nor the weighted tresses of her gown though she knew it was the latter that pulled
her down. As the last of the light finally gave way to encroaching darkness, she smiled.

“Anastasia! Drucilda!” The shrill pitch of an operatic performer long past her prime echoed through the dull wood
slats of the stacked house. “Come here girls!”

The eavesdropper dug her fingers and toes into the brick sidewalls of her hideaway in the chimney. She held her
breath tightly, lest the owners of the rapid approaching footsteps discover her. The sound of the older woman’s foot
tapping against the creaky floorboards filtered up from beneath the eavesdropper’s feet. Though the narrow space was
cramped, its unrepentant darkness gave her solace. The soot that caked her hair and fingernails was its price. She had
often suffered ridicule because of it, from the two older girls now entering the room.

“Yes Stepmother!” They answered in unison as they bounced into the room. She could hear the resignation behind
their gritted fawning when they spoke, though despite her best efforts, she could never quite imitate it.

“Girls, I want you to get the house together. Today is a very big day. The eavesdropper could almost see
Stepmother caressing the black feather boa that she often wore around her neck. “We have a very special visitor
today.”

Wot kinda visitor Stepmother? Is he a pony?” the younger of the two asked, running her tongue along her teeth. A
pony, as he was known to all the girls of their house, was a fledgling nobleman, one often in need of a strong but gentle
ride. Of the two of them, the younger was wellpreferred by many of the ponies that stopped in for a visit. Though just
shy of her twentieth birthday, her enthusiastic performance had already earned her a healthy list of clients.

“Oh not at all Anastasia,” Stepmother cooed, using her bejeweled finger to lift the girl’s chin. This one will be one of
our more unique clients. One in need of our specialized services.”

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Hontas

Good Tales For Bad Dreams Book 2

In this rip-roaring Wild West adventure, intrepid bounty hunters Pocahontas and John embark on a dangerous mission to stop a train run by a sadistic, slave-driving madman.

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How many?” John was panting. His adrenaline kicked in at the sound of the shot.
One.”
There’ll be more. That car’ll empty out quick.”
That was bad. They’d be outnumbered by at least a dozen.
Did you do it?”
John shifted, scouting the opposite side of the train with a glance. “Not enough,” he pulled his own silver Colt and unslung his rifle. “This is more than a six bullet situation.”
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Welcome to Good Tales For Bad Dreams, a short-fiction series of re-imagined fairy tales. Each story is set in a different time and place. Some will be familiar, others will not. This tale shifts the story of Pocahontas from Colonial Times to the Wild West. So, strip bare your assumptions, open your mind and see these tales told like never before.

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1880, Western Wyoming
Digging her fingers into the wet mud of a nearby bank, she dragged herself from the water and collapsed
face down in the mud.

Get up, the thought pulsed in the back of her mind, if you don’t, then he wins.
She didn’t have much time left. Hontas could feel the warmth running down her torso. She rose, slowly,
carefully bracing herself on her knees and moved her arm to survey the damage. Her wound, though chilled by
the frigid river water, had not stopped bleeding. Beneath her ripped buttoned shirt, all that remained of her
left breast was an angry red flower of mutilated flesh. The missing weight of it was replaced with deep,
burning pain.

Her muscles and bones ached as she got to her feet and wrapped her leather duster around herself with a
wince. She trudged forward, her feet unsteady in her waterlogged riding boots.

The distant light from the dawning sun made it easier to take stock of her surroundings. The bank gave
way to the shore covered with lush green grass while heavy trees hung overhead. With every brush of the
wind, rainwater showered from the branches.

Moving through the trees, Hontas felt herself steadily growing weaker. Her vision blurred. She felt the soft
soil beneath her opening up, yawning wide, ready to accept her fall. It would be so easy. A simple buckle of
her shaky knees and it would all be over. This would be her last sunrise.

She found her way to a clearing and spotted the burnt remains of small village comprised of several
torched tipis, it appeared to have been abandoned long ago. Hontas gritted her teeth as she stumbled towards
the only tipi that was still intact. When she lifted the flap of the tent, the action tensed the muscles in her
chest, making her groan. She was dismayed to find that the rear wall of the tipi had collapsed, exposing the
back portion to the elements. As she manoeuvred carefully under the flap, she spied a small buckskin pouch
under a pile of wood. She shoved the wood aside with a grunt and snatched it up. Inside Hontas found small
black pearshaped seeds. She closed her fist around them.

Peyote

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GR3T3L-1

Good Tales For Bad Dreams Book 3

When they are stranded on the surface of a hostile alien world, two sentient robots H4NS3L-671, the military-minded combat drone, & GR3T3L-1, the advanced surveyor prototype, find themselves with neither memory nor mission.

With no resources and no one to count on but each other, the robots must learn to work together in order to endure the brutal landscape, unlock the mystery of their missing memories, and plan their own rescue, all before their power runs out.

What they don’t know is that the dangerous planet holds a terrible secret that could ruin their chances of ever escaping alive…

This is “Hansel & Gretel” told like never before. This is “GR3T3L-1.”

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Welcome to Good Tales For Bad Dreams, a short-fiction series of re-imagined fairy tales. Each story is set in a different time and place. Some will be familiar, others will not. So strip bare your assumptions, open your mind, and see these tales told like never before.

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Year: 2136
Day 1

Turning end over end as they plummeted toward the surface of the planet, the twin metal crates blazed
hot and white in the glow of the setting sun. They hit with the force of a small explosion, scattering red sand
on impact. A thick cloud billowed up around them, shrouding their bulk as the metal cooled. Despite their
landing, both crates were intact.

There was a metallic buzzing inside one of the containers and the screws that held its walls in place began
to vibrate. One by one, they rotated out of their housing and floated slowly down to the red sand. There was a
small click and the wall came loose, drifting away from its container. It hung in the air for a few seconds,
floating in low gravity, before sinking to the ground.

A metal hand extended out from the open container, flexing its four fingers. The bronze coloured plates
which made up the hand’s metal skin shifted in geometric patterns, revealing a fine mesh of sensors
underneath. The hand rotated smoothly in every direction, taking readings and measurements of the
surrounding area. It was joined by a small metal foot which sank its angled treads into the ground with a
crunch, testing for stability and density. Once satisfied that the terrain was sound, the roughly humanoid body
emerged. Its form was monochromatic, illuminated by a spread of small blue and yellow lights embedded
along its chest, shoulders, arms, and legs. The motors in its neck whirred as it looked left and right before
stepping out of the crate. A fine layer danced just above the surface, scattering as it bounced off the robot’s
bronze metal skin.

Reaching down, the robot scooped a handful of red sediment up, allowing its tactile sensors to analyze the
composition. The robot brought its hand close to its glassy face and watched the sand drift from its fingers.

“Curious…”

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Setsuko & The Seven Samurai

Good Tales For Bad Dreams Book 4

Good Tales For Bad Dreams invites you to take a journey back to 16th century Japan for a wicked interpretation of a classic fairy tale. This is the story of love, honour and revenge. This is your samurai Snow White.

Jealous of Setsuko’s beauty, the wicked geisha Izanami orchestrates the murder of her father, the daimyo of a mountaintop castle. After an assassination attempt leads to a coup, Setsuko suffers a catastrophic injury and is forced to flee the only place she’s ever called home and take refuge in the woods with a group of exiled samurai. Orphaned, abandoned, and disabled, Setsuko must learn the truth of what it means to be a samurai, if she ever hopes to reclaim her family’s honour and take her revenge.

Welcome to Good Tales For Bad Dreams, a short-fiction series of re-imagined fairy tales. Each story is set in a different time and place. Some will be familiar, others will not. So strip bare your assumptions, open your mind, and see these tales told like never before.

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Japan 1543, Kagoshima, Kyushu, Japan
The cool cast of the moon through the open window gave birth to creeping shadows that tugged at
Izanami’s elegant form like a long, black cape. Padding softly into the bedroom on the balls of her bare feet,
holding aloft a lit oil lamp, she let the mountain breeze part her evening robe and chill her skin; a greeting
that made the fine hairs on her neck prickle. Out of habit she reached back and smoothed them into her
neat, upswept bun which yielded not a single oiled strand out of place. Her throat tightened as she laid
eyes upon the lone form shrouded in blankets on the thin mattress. Setsuko…

Izanami crept closer, holding the lamp out in front of her, pouring its dim yellow glow over the younger
woman’s sleeping form, and drank in all the details.

She was curled on her side, her face blank and peaceful on the soft cushion she used for a pillow. Wisps
of fine, silky hair fell across her cheeks and brow, undulating over her porcelain skin like incense smoke. Her
lips, flushed pink in youthful perfection, were full and plump. And striking down to shade Setsuko’s high
cheekbones were long dark lashes, which fluttered like butterfly wings as she dreamed. Her slender fingers
were splayed against the mattress, casting cranewing shadows in the lamplight.

Izanami stared, unblinking at the sight. She soars, even when she sleeps. Izanami crouched down by the
mattress, blocking the moonlight from the open window and creating a dark pocket between herself and the
sleeping girl. She leaned down, bringing her face close to Setsuko’s, till she could feel the girl’s exhalations
on her skin. Izanami opened her mouth wide and sucked it in. She let Setsuko’s breath fill her mouth and
cascade into her throat before she swallowed it down. She could almost taste it that which made this girl
so beautiful. Izanami leaned closer, extending her tongue, greedy for more, when Setsuko stirred.

Izanami drew back, lowering her lamp. For a few seconds, it looked as though Setsuko would wake, but
instead the younger woman kicked a little before snuggling back into her pillow.

Infuriated by the interruption and for nearly being caught, Izanami’s expression darkened. She raised a
hand, tipped with pointed fingernails, to touch Setsuko’s perfect face. To probe and pierce. To see if she
could fracture the beautiful visage before her, even for a moment, and reveal whether Setsuko’s blood ran
red. Wretched girl. You do not deserve this gift.

But she stopped herself. She caught sight of her hand. Her knuckles bloomed like skeletal roses sitting
atop a garden of teal veins and white tendons, all held under a layer of translucent skin. So many flaws.

Izanami wrangled the thunderclouds brewing in her breast with chains of iron will. Not now, she thought.
Not yet.

She rose and departed the room, wrapping her robe around herself as the moon cast its silver light on
her back, hiding her shadows from view.

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V.M. Sawh didn’t always know he was going to be a writer, but from the age of six he’s been putting pen to paper, creating serialised fiction. Hailing from the humid jungles of South America, Sawh crossed oceans to arrive on Canada’s snow-covered shores at age nine. He continued writing, creating serialised fiction year after year until he challenged himself to write a novel. His first trilogy of novels was completed by age sixteen. He continued writing poetry and fiction for the next decade and a half until a chance meeting with Academy Award winning director Guillermo del Toro changed everything and led to the release of Cinders, which landed at #1 on Amazon.

V.M. Sawh is a proud supporter of independent artists and authors. His Good Tales For Bad Dreams series of dark fairy tales is currently available on Amazon.

V.M. Sawh resides in Toronto, with his beloved wife and three cats. He continues to spin fairy tales that will haunt your dreams.

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Title: DARKEST MATE (Rejected Fate Book 1)

Author: Alexis Calder

Pub. Date: December 21, 2021

Publisher: Alexis Calder

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 346

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Weakness
means death. Or worse.

After I was abandoned as a child, I was taken in by the Shadow Pack. A group of
ruthless, lawless, shifters who have only one rule: never let anyone see your
weakness.

In exchange for them keeping me alive, I owe them. The leader of the Shadows is
as handsome as he is ruthless. And he’s offered to wipe my debt in exchange for
marriage. He’d offer protection, but it would cost me my freedom.

Survival in the Shadows depends on back alley deals and shady alliances. It’s
become a way of life that I stopped questioning years ago. When a routine
burglary goes wrong, I find myself captured by the one family I never should
have crossed.

The Umbra family owns this city. They make us Shadow wolves look like the good
guys. They should have killed me for my crimes, but there’s a tiny problem… It
turns out Madoc Umbra is my fated mate.

Instead of killing me, I’m a prisoner. The rest of the family doesn’t know of
our bond and I intend to keep it that way. Madoc’s brothers want to end my
life; he wants to break the bond. I just want to get the heck out.

As long as I don’t let them see any weakness, I might have a chance of making
it out of here alive.

Darkest Mate is a full-length paranormal romance. 17+ for dark content,
steamy scenes, and language. This is book one in a trilogy and is not a
standalone. Mind the cliff.

Upcoming Release Dates:
Darkest Mate: December 9, 2021
Forbidden Sin: January 20, 2022
Feral Queen: March 3, 2022 

EXCERPT:

I glanced over at the ring, hoping to catch a glimpse of the undefeated
Dark Wolf. He had removed his hoodie, revealing a muscular back, strong
shoulders and short dark hair. I couldn’t even see his face, but I was frozen
in place, looking at him wide eyed. There was something about him that pulled
me in, forcing me to stare.

He rolled his shoulders, then tilted his head from side to side slowly.
As I watched the muscles in his back ripple and his arms flex and relax, my
breath hitched. Warmth radiated from my center, and the unmistakable sensation
of longing rushed through me.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I shook my head, trying to break the spell he had over me. Something was
very wrong with me. I’d seen shirtless men more times than I could count. It
was part of being a shifter. We didn’t get freaked out by nudity. But that man
wasn’t just a normal shirtless male, he was a work of fucking art.



About Alexis:

Alexis
Calder writes sassy heroines and sexy heroes with a sprinkle of sarcasm. She
lives in the Rockies and drinks far too much coffee and just the right amount
of wine.

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Novice Necromancer

Northern Necromancers: The Island Book 1

by Amy B. Nixon

Genre: Romantic Dark Fantasy

Novice Necromancer is a revised edition of my discontinued book Nordstrøm Necromancer. It includes new content, sprinkled throughout the story.

Intrigue, monsters and a forbidden affair. What could go wrong?

Learyn Dustrikke didn’t believe in black magic, until her aunt’s secrets forced her to flee San Francisco and seek shelter on the ominous Nordstrøm Island – an obscure Norwegian holm uprooted from the realm Vanaheim.

Ensnared by the island’s magic, Learyn finds herself in deadlier peril than ever before.

Between juggling the principles of necromancy, waltzing with intrigue and monsters, and falling for a man whose love is forbidden by the gods, can Learyn untangle the web of family secrets before it’s too late? Or will the threat she fled from catch up with her?

Hop on a ride to cinematic lands of atavistic Norse mythology in this NA Dark Fantasy series, as Learyn learns why black magic should not be taken lightly.

(Disclaimer: Every book in the series contains swearing, deaths and occasional gore. The main characters are also featured in my other series Northern Necromancers: The Dragons.)

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“Miss Dustrikke, I’d like a word with you.”

Confused by his request, I waited for everyone to leave before I stepped onto the raised podium.

He studied me from head to toe with that pair of unnaturally light blue irises. Cold and intrusive, like an avalanche sliding across every inch of me. Hoar-frost scalded my guts. My heart dropped in my stomach with the weight of a glacier. Why did he always look so freakishly intimidating?

When his icy blues finally trailed back up, I barely prevented myself from squirming. And then the world unraveled around me.

 

I was standing in what was supposed to be a spacious hall, or at least it had been once before.

Erosion had struck the stony walls, demolishing them to nothing more than crumbled ruins. They laid bleak and barren in hues of fading grays. Jagged outlines of damaged columns spanned up to an open sky, devoid of stars. A pale crescent moon barely illuminated its onyx darkness, shedding light on a thinning haze.

My eyes darted down as I stepped onto something hard and uneven — a serrated piece, chipped off the marbled tiles. Disarrayed, aegean patterns covered the icy floor, like protrusive veins running under pale skin. Shudders slithered up my spine at the sight of hollow trunks and tarred roots, mere footsteps from where I stood. Those trees were dead. They shouldn’t have been able to break through the stone.

I navigated my way across the ruins carefully, diving deeper into the remains of a dead world.

Until it wasn’t dead anymore.

Eerie tones flew past my ears. A haunting rock ballad, coming from somewhere ahead. I braved the freezing temperatures and kept walking. A man and a woman, locked in a tight embrace, appeared out of the blue and spun around me. I barely caught a glimpse of their formal clothes before they disappeared. Just as I wondered if they had been some crazy mirage, another couple broke through the haze.

More and more people manifested before my shocked stare, all of whom were waltzing. Trying to tell mirages from reality, my eyes lingered on the formal suits and puffy dresses. Torn and battered, they revealed naked flesh. Rotten, flaky, decomposing flesh.

A horrified gasp ruptured my throat. The cloud of somber mist lured out my breath, robbing me of my fleeting warmth. A sinister thought rushed through my mind — the haze was sucking away my life, like it had sucked away theirs.

 

I panted, writhing like an aspen twig.

The haze had disappeared, as had the ruins and the waltzing corpses. I was standing back on that podium, facing Dann’s creepily intense stare.

“What the fuck was that?” I whispered, still trembling from the lingering aftertaste of what I had just experienced.

“What was what, exactly?”

“That! The ruins, corpses, music and… everything!”

His face hardened in an obscure grimace.

“You were there!” I pressed when he didn’t say anything. “You were there with me all the time!”

“I never stood from my chair, Miss Dustrikke, and you never left this room.”

My mouth fell open. I peeked over my shoulder to see nothing more than rows of tables and empty chairs, stacked neatly in their ascending formation. I could swear on the creator of the Python programming language, moments ago we had both been in that dreadful, gothic, post-apocalyptic excuse of a ruined hall.

Tearing my gaze off the empty room, I faced his stone-cold features.

Incorporeal blades raked through my spine while the waltzing corpses still glided through my head, possessing my thoughts with images of their rotten, festering flesh. Between the livid skin and the soul-sucking haze, his familiar presence had felt like the only factor that had prevented me from losing myself to the cold, ghastly darkness. Which was a paradox on its own, considering I didn’t even know him well, least of all trust him.

Still, why was he pretending nothing had happened?

“We both walked through those ruins.” Treacherous notes of desperation bled from my shaky voice. “You were right behind me.”

“As I said, neither of us left the room.”

So, I’d had… a hallucination, or something? A vision? Was it even possible? Did necromancers have visions? Omens? Predictions about the future? Past lives? What the hell was going on?

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Rampant Necromancer

Northern Necromancers: The Island Book 2

My life got freakier than a black metal music video. Ironic, since my blood runs with black magic.

Newbie necromancer Learyn Dustrikke quickly learned why leaving San Francisco and moving to a chunk of Vanaheim land nestled in Norway was a bad idea.

Nordstrøm Island is anything but the fairytale land she thought it would be. Murderers run rampant in broad daylight. Freshly deceased human flesh rots before her eyes. Wrongfully cast spells serve as a one-way ticket to a soulless eternity. And sneaking out means getting exposed to lethal forces, which are impervious even to necromancy.

The last things on Learyn’s mind are worrying about Dann’s eerie secrets or the furtive warnings of a mysterious dark elf. But in a world where reality is more terrifying than any nightmare, seeking love and friendship will cost her more than she’s prepared to lose.

And that’s just the calm before the storm…

Hop on a ride to mythical lands of ancient Norse mythology in this NA Dark Fantasy series, as Learyn learns why black magic should not be taken lightly.

(Disclaimer: Every book in the series contains swearing, deaths and occasional gore. You’ll also see some characters and events from my series Northern Necromancers: The Dragons.)

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When she’s not working or writing, Amy enjoys cooking, playing board games, taking roadtrips, shocking the people around her with dark humor, playing the piano and ruining group photos due to not being able to pose seriously for a proper picture.

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Amden Bog
A Novel in Stories
by David Rose
Genre: Dark Fantasy
The second book to expose the grim world of Mulgara:
Loner, bumpkin, self-destructive teenager, Matina thought her life’s adventures would reach no further than paddling under night cypress or falling through the parchment of a good book. But she owns a great secret, one coming with her approaching womanhood like the mouths of gnashing teeth.
Boraor Rehton, the inept shaman, would love nothing more than to leave this wretched town, continuously appointing him their spiritual leader. He knows little about the earthly arts, but the same cannot be said for black magic; tools he uses, which, if caught, would earn him a place on Amden’s impaling stakes.
Add Pauthor Quithot, recluse, Grubilius Motty, lowlife drunkard, and other malcontents all involved with a mysterious force let loose upon the bog.As the force’s mystery wanes, old feuds are inflamed, murder is ready to run rampant, and the threshold separating the living from the dead is hopped over with wicked glee.
Alluring, unpredictable, dripping with idiosyncratic folk, AMDEN BOG is dark fantasy where beauty and brutality often hang from the same sagging vine.
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David Rose (1983-) is both a hybrid author and a former dilettante. His works include No Joy, From Sand and Time, Mulgara, and Amden Bog. One of which won an award.
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