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Monday, January 21, 2013

What's in a Name? Fantasy Fiction Titles ~guest post and cont*st by Jolea M. Harrison

At the Speculative Salon, we're very pleased to have a wonderful fantasy author, Jolea M. Harrison, talking about an interesting topic--the importance of book titles in fantasy fiction. Be sure to also check out her fantasy series below, as well as an awesome contest she is offering to our readers.


What’s in a Name?

How do you decide what books you’ll read? Amongst the millions that are out there online and on shelves, how do you choose? Is it the cover? The author you’ve always read? Or is it something as simple as the title.

When I first started reading books, I didn’t pay attention at all to where they sat on the bookshelf, or what category they fell in. Back in the day, I found most of the books I liked to read in my high school library. They were hardbacks. They didn’t have the cover sleeve. There were no pictures to attract my attention. Nowadays I have to wonder how those authors ever managed to make a sale without the shiny story-within-a-story book covers that splash across my screen when I go to Amazon or Barnes and Noble (.com) to see what’s new. Then, there were only titles, followed by story, followed by read the book.

If a title interested me, I picked the book out and read a few paragraphs, or more, as the case may be, if it was a gripping story right at the start. It turned out that most of the books I ended up reading straight through were fantasy. When I started buying books and ended up at the mall bookstore (whatever happened to those?) I landed in front of the fantasy section, picking out books from their titles, yes, but now that I had access to paperbacks, I did judge a lot of books from the vivid images splashed across their covers. The Dragon Lance Chronicles, by Tracy Hickman and Margaret Weiss are one of the first book series I started reading – right after Lord of the Rings – due in part because of the cover. That first edition cover, which I remember to this day and still have somewhere in my old house – had three people, a couple of Viking looking guys and a girl warrior (that was new and different) and in the background a red dragon slinking across a wooded hilltop, low and menacing. It was that dragon, along with that great series title, Dragon Lance, that drew me right in.

Another series of books with a great title was Nine Princes in Amber. Nine? I was interested enough to start reading, which immediately led to finishing that book and moving on to the next and the next. The book cover of that first book didn’t strike me so much for this one – it was black, had two rings with a armored guy in the middle, a castle on a hill on one side and a horde of creatures on the other. I remember thinking what is going on there, but I loved the title. It set my imagination off, and then, of course, I was hooked. (In case you’ve never read them, you absolutely should, the whole series by Roger Zelazny – I can’t imagine life without awareness of the Pattern and Shadow).

My point to all this rambling is that a book cover isn’t the only thing to pull a person into reading a great piece of fantasy. A great title can do the trick almost as well. I almost never read book blurbs either, still, but opt for the look inside feature online or thumbing through actual pages if I’m at the bookstore or library. Other great titles that have endured the test of time – The Wheel of Time. The Dark Tower. Earthsea. These are just a few incredible, lasting series, but they all have a couple things in common. Great titles, and above that, amazing stories. For of course, even the most captivating title won’t garner lasting attention without a great story behind it.


Contest:
Do you have a favorite series or a catchy book title to share? Post them here. I’ll draw a random winner, who’ll get my entire Guardians series, Books 1-7 and an advance copy of King, the Eighth Chronicle, when it is completed (sometime in late February)!


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Thursday, October 25, 2012

The Voice of Your World & Characters ~guest post by Shaun Eyles

We're very pleased to have Shaun Eyles here with us today at The Speculative Salon. He's going in-depth on an interesting topic--the voice of your fantasy world. Please check out his latest releases below.



THE VOICE OF YOUR WORLD & CHARACTERS

When a writer begins writing fantasy fiction, it is akin to opening a huge birthday gift that you just know contains the best and biggest new toy. Fantasy fiction means imagining what could be, and what could never be, and it is ever so tempting to run wild and forget that what you right is a reflection on the world you are creating.

However, approaching fantasy fiction, or any type of fiction, without considering a more careful approach can lead to trouble. One of the pitfalls that many writers appear to fall into is a belief that fantasy fiction must always be laden with poetic language and that they must describe every place, every object, every person and every emotion in what I refer to as unnecessary flowery terms. In itself, these two elements of writing – poetic language and heavy detail – are not bad writing, but they should suit the novel you are writing and not be used in a way that confuses the voice of your world and characters or disrupts the flow of your work.

Before I continue, let me explain what highlighted the importance of world and character voice to me. One day I decided to listen to an audio version of the Wheel of Time series. It was the first time that I had listened to an audio book, and I immediately noticed one thing. The careful use of detail and voice.Listening to the words spoken out loud emphasized what I believe many writers already understand. Every element of a story, from descriptions of your world and characters to dialogue and all elements in between, are linked to one central world. Something else became apparent to me then. The world you create has a voice. I don’t simply mean the voice of the characters, but also the voice of the overall world in which your story is situated.

Voice is a term that I think many new writers often confuse with another writing term, flow. The flow of a novel is how it read as a while, while the voice of a novel is how well the writer expresses the world and story they have created. Each is important and each depends on the other to some degree in order to be successfully accomplished. If the voice of your novel becomes bogged down with excessive detail or pages of unnecessary flowery language, then the flow will suffer as the reader struggles to work through your work. If the flow of the novel is disrupted by too many unimportant scenes or storylines, then the voice of your novel will suffer as a result. A confused reader will not be receptive to the voice of your world or characters.

Let’s now dive into as aspect of a novel’s voice, one of characterization. As an author, you’re writing in the point of view of somebody else, who exists in a particular place at a particular point of time. The character lives amongst a community, a world, full of customs and commonalities in dress, language and other assorted social norms and nuances. They do not exist in a vacuum. Their voice in not only of who they are, but of how the overall structure of your world deems they behave. For example, you character may be a thief, somebody who is street smart and hardened by life. It does not make sense to write descriptions or dialogue for your thief that includes poetic metaphor or romantic language or imagery. Your thief would not think in that way. It makes more sense to have the character think sharply and see things as they are, without frills and frippery. Conversely, in the same novel, you may have a character raised within money, somebody who had the benefits of education and the opportunity to travel or spend time reading or relaxing in quiet contemplation. This character may see the world through romantic eyes and therefore would speak or describe their surroundings and events in more poetic detail.

How your characters describe their world should depend upon the situation you create for them. For example, your well educated and wealthy character who describes and speaks about your world through a romantic’s eyes may find themselves thrown into peril, stalked by a killer or hunted by sinister beings or magic. How does this change their view of the world? Think about how you would react in a similar situation. Would your mind see things in crisp and sharp detail, or would you continue to see the world as romantic or poetic? When your character’s heart races from fear or anxiety, their perception should shift for they may suddenly become hyper focused on the smallest sounds and flickers of light, or easily startled by new situations or when confronted by other characters. As writers, we need to remember that characters, just like people, are complex and will react to certain situations in different ways. In one moment, your use of poetic language or heavy detail will suit the voice of your world, and then in the next scene you may need to strip out the heavy detail and poetic language to make way for sharp sentences and straight forward descriptions.

In this way, the change in your novel’s voice has also hastened the flow of the novel. Both voice and flow work together to suck the reader into a feeling of urgency or fear.

Writing is hard work and from experience it is all about patience and practice when you are developing your skills. When it comes to the voice of a novel, I think the following holds true. A character that reacts to their world and perceives it differently in different moments in time will appear more real than a character written without a flexible voice. Your novel will have many characters, each with a unique view of life. Throw in some personality, alter the way in which they describe the world or speak when life throws them a curve ball, and your novel will shine.

 AUTHOR BIO:

Shaun Eyles writes novels that twist genres and blur boundaries. The first two novels of his contemporary vampire fantasy series, The Novels of The Second Coming, are available from Amazon and the third volume in the series, Nest, will be released shortly. This series returns the reader to the vampire of old, the vampire that wants to kill humans and not take them to the prom.

Never happy to wear the one hat, Shaun has also finished work on the first “off-shoot” novel in the Novels of the Second Coming world, and has also completed his first zombie themed novel.
When not writing, Shaun tends his gardens and spends time in the online World of Warcraft community.

There are always multiple ideas in the pipelines, so keep an eye out for the next idea to be planted in the garden.


BOOKS & LINKS:
Novels of the Second Coming

Book 1: Rebirth

Book 2: Evolve


Monday, October 15, 2012

Chasing a supernatural thriller with an Egyptian Twist ~guest post by Nerine Dorman

We're pleased to have Nerine Dorman here with us today on The Speculative Salon, with an exotic guest post! Be sure to check out her latest release below. 
 

Chasing a supernatural thriller with an Egyptian Twist
By Nerine Dorman

People’s expressions when I tell them what my most recent release is about are priceless.

“Say what?”

“My book is about a little old lady who’s a member of an ancient Egyptian reincarnation cult, who returns in the wrong body—that of a 21-year-old metal head.”

Then again, nearly any story reduced to a twenty-word sentence sounds pretty far out. Go on. If you’re an author, reduce your novel to the bare bones. Or, if you’re a reader, take your favourite novel or movie.

A young farm boy discovers that his father is the chief henchman of the evil emperor.

A halfling sets out to destroy a magical ring by tossing it into a volcano—thereby bringing about the end of a war.

I’m sure you can think of a few others, and the aforementioned examples are pretty darn obvious. This exercise definitely makes for some amusing fireside banter. But to get back to my novel, Inkarna. What my readers have appreciated was stepping into a story that did away with the expected tropes of vampires and werewolves, angels or demons. Not only that, but I offered a glimpse into a side of my home town, Cape Town, they wouldn’t ordinarily have.

As an author, I’ve always wanted to write what I still affectionately call “the great Egyptian novel”. I recall reading Anne Rice’s The Mummy in my teens, and wishing she’d offered more in a similar theme. After all, she’d finished the book with a few loose ends that could easily be taken up.

So, in a way, Inkarna is my take on the myth of the vengeful mummy, who returns through the ages, only he’s got far more sex appeal and packs plenty of “Jedi mind tricks” if you want to call his powers that. But things aren’t all plain sailing for my dear Lizzie, now affectionately known as Ash, as this short excerpt will reveal:

More streetwalkers lurk in corners, dark-skinned women who don’t quite meet my gaze. Although many are pretty, their expressions are hard and I quicken my pace. The sooner I get through this area, the better. I’m the one who’s the outsider here.

It’s more a prickling at the back of my neck, the sense of being watched, that warns me I’m being followed. A cursory glance over my shoulder reveals two coloured youths falling in step about five metres behind me, their focus very much on me; their arms too loose by their sides. Trouble.

One of them conceals something in his hand. I’m so busy keeping an eye on them that I walk straight into a man approaching from the front.

We collide hard, and we both stumble.

Ooof! I’m sorry!” I hold my hands before me to show I don’t mean him any harm.

He’s skinny, all elbows and knees, and he glares at me through slit eyes. That’s when I note the metallic flash of a blade in his hand. “Gee my jou geld.” When he grins he shows a gap where his front teeth used to be. Scum.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any money. I don’t want trouble.” I back up into a lamp post.

Wit poes, wat soek jy hie’?”

His friends reach us, the shorter one of the pair circling round to flank me while the other lends support to my toothless friend.

Gee die geld.”

“I don’t have any money! Why don’t you all just fuck off and leave me alone!” Darkness takes hold of me, flaring from within the deepest recesses of my psyche. I want to hurt this unfortunate trio. I lash out with my right arm, even as the other knife-wielding scum takes a stab at me. It doesn’t occur to me that I should fear anything.

How can I describe the outpouring of daimonic energy? It’s like taking a breath, reaching into the core of matter around one, borrowing from the humming wires, from the ground, from every available source, so the world goes a little dim for a few heartbeats. The path I opened earlier during my confrontation with Ashton’s uncle has forced a breach in whatever blocked me until now. My body becomes a conduit for this force and, with a soft implosion, I release. My assailants drop, the glass of the nearest shop front filling with millions of hairline fractures radiating outward from a band of impact at about chest height.

A car alarm starts wailing across the road. A woman screams. That dull throb begins again behind my temples, the small zigzags of visual disturbances wriggling across my field of vision in my left eye. My mouth has gone dry and I swallow reflexively, my arms numb, my legs not quite willing to support me.

Now’s about a good a time as any to get the hell out of here, before I need to pass out from the migraine that will no doubt flatten me soon. Something tickles my left nostril. When I raise the back of my hand to wipe, the skin is stained with dark liquid, blood. Just perfect, I have a nose bleed on top of everything.

It’s only when I’ve stumbled far enough to put a few blocks between me and the incident that it occurs to me I’ve started swearing like a sailor. Lizzie never used to do that.

* * * *

So, there’s a little taster. I had a great time elaborating on the sheer discomfort my protagonist experienced as she (now a he) grew into the second chance at life offered. Readers have pegged my stories as supernatural thrillers that kept them up ’til late or even away from their daily tasks, so feel free to give Inkarna a shot. It’s available in electronic and print formats.

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Feel free to stalk me on Twitter @nerinedorman or go check out my website at http://nerinedorman.weebly.com to find out about my other titles.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Making of an Indie Fantasy Author ~guest post by James Eggebeen

We're pleased to welcome author James Eggebeen to The Speculative Salon. He's sharing his interesting path that led him to become a fantasy author. Please check out his releases below.

Making of an Indie Fantasy Author


There is a video of Steven King floating around the internet. He says read - read lots - One day you will be reading and you’ll stop and say to yourself ‘I can do better than this.’ In that magical moment a writer is born... In my case it took a little more than that one magic moment.

I was always a reader. You know what I mean. If you’re a reader, you squirrel books away like nuts against the coming winter. I have thousands of them, stacked everywhere, almost enough to make me worry that I might be a hoarder. These books are stuffed full of wonder, and portray worlds that are fascinating and exciting, much more so than the mundane world of computers and programs that I inhabit.

As a kid, it was almost exclusively science fiction for me. Science seemed to be the key to everything. Advances came at a mind boggling rate and everything was getting better, faster, and smarter. Technology had it all, and science fiction captured the imagination of everyone, regardless of his or her background. Bradbury, Heinlein, Asimov, Clark, Herberts, Pohl, Niven, Pournell, I couldn’t get enough. The Science Fiction book club could barely keep me supplied. It was those authors who dominated my bookshelf for years.

As many of the things science fiction only speculated about became real and common place, the frontiers of science fiction seemed to draw closer. No more could we dream about going to the moon or mars, and wondering what it would be like. We knew. Science fiction had lost some of that sense of wonder for me. Not completely, but now nothing seemed that farfetched anymore.

I missed the sense of wonder that I’d found in the early science fiction novels, but I found it back in Fantasy. No, not Tolkien - Madeleine L'Engle - A Wrinkle in Time. I read that book long before I was introduced to the Hobbit. There was something captivating about the worlds of Fantasy. Watching the author paint a picture of a world that was not real, one that could never be. It was a wonder to me. I read and re-read my favorite books until the covers fell off, and I had to tape the pages back in. Each time I re-read a book, I saw more fine grain detail, more complexity and richness to the world that I’d missed on the previous pass. It satisfied my hunger for a sense of wonder.

It was about then that I started writing fiction. It wasn’t really my choice. I always hated English in school and avoided it at all costs. That’s probably why I put off the last required English class until it was all that I needed to get my degree. I had to pass an English class, or fail to graduate.

When the books arrived for “Chief Modern Poets of Britain and America”, I ran for the counselor’s office, begging for something else, anything else. I just knew I would never have survived that poetry class. All of the horrors of every painful English class I had ever endured came rushing back. I feared I might not graduate just because of one class.

The only other option available was “Creative Writing”. I figured it would be an easy credit, I could slap together a few papers and pass the class, and that would be it. No longer would I have to worry about grammar or proper paragraph construction. I might yet survive that final English class.

The first day of class, the professor told me that I was going to learn to write stories. I remember her showing me how a story arc worked, how characters were developed, and how to create and control tension. These were things that I recognized but couldn’t put into words. This is what was in all of my favorite books, the ones I’d read and re-read until they fell apart. I realized there was something magical to their writing, something I could learn, and I was hooked. Somehow that idea got inside of me and just never let me go.

I wrote short stories for years, working with other writers on the Internet, back before most people knew what the Internet was. We wrote and traded stories on a cycle. Write for a week, critique for a week, and start again. We kept at it, six or seven of us honing our skills, struggling to get a handle on the craft of writing. We read everything published by the writer’s digest, devouring and applying all that we’d learned, eager to share and grow, to polish our craft. Theme, plot, characterization, dialogue and even manuscript formatting; nothing about the craft of writing escaped our attention.

It was about then that traditional publishing took its first big hit. If you want to know what happened, research “Thor Power Tools and Publishing.” It looked like there was no longer a viable career for any but the best writers in the business. Publishers were cutting inventory and shrinking print runs. Many of my favorite authors slowed down, or left the business, because they could no longer make a living at it. It was sad to realize that any dream I might have harbored about becoming a writer might be only that; a dream. There would be no market clamoring for anything I wrote. Publishers were in trouble, and few writers were being accepted for those precious print runs.

It didn’t matter; I was infected with the author virus. I kept writing and kept honing. I tried several times to write a complete novel, but I just couldn’t get a handle on all the details. I’m inherently disorganized, and it just overwhelmed me. That is until I found a great software package that did all that organization for me. That, and a fabulous online class in How to Write a Novel. Now I could keep track of the timelines, characters, locations, themes, character arcs, and all those things that made up my imaginary world. A world that I did not at first know fully, but one I was creating as I wrote.

My wife went to visit her family overseas for two months and I had the house to myself. A married man left alone and unsupervised can get himself in a lot of trouble. I disconnected the cable TV and started writing. I wrote the kind of story that I’d been reading for years. Fantasy. I wanted to write a great big epic fantasy novel, set in a large world full of strange and wonderful places. I was consumed with it. Now I could keep track of all those details until I had them committed to memory, until my imaginary world was as real to me as my own. I could see it all as it came together and it was no longer an insurmountable task.

As the book took shape, I researched the current state of the publishing industry, and found that it had changed yet again. With the advent of print on demand and eBooks, the inventory valuation problem had vanished. Now a backlist could live forever, but it looked like the traditional publishers were under assault again. Not by the IRS, but by eBooks. The kindle and nook were challenging the demand for print books. It looked like the market for new authors at the traditional publishers was even tighter than it had been before, and getting worse every day.

I spent months polishing my fledgling book. I found a writing group that met in person and joined it. I work-shopped my chapters, recruited beta readers and hired an editor. I revised and re-wrote anything and everything that didn’t make sense, or come across the way I intended it to.

Months crawled by as I polished and refined the manuscript until one day it was ready. In the mean time I had had learned how to format files for Create Space and the Amazon Kindle. I built my web site, created my twitter and FaceBook accounts and got active in the community of writers. I had done everything I could to prepare.

It was time.

Time to push that publish button.

With great trepidation, early one morning, I pushed that button. I was no longer a reader. That one simple click transformed me into an indie author, and there was no turning back. There are more worlds in my head, constantly screaming to be written about. There is a host of characters that clamor for attention, demanding that I write their story. How can I disappoint them? I’m an author. I have to keep writing.

Author Bio:
James Eggebeen is a serial masochist repeatedly taking high tech companies through the growing pains of converting from a garage shop into a sustainable and profitable mature business.

He learned the value of hard work by being raised on a farm in Wisconsin where he learned auto mechanics from his saintly grandfather who patiently tolerated him and his siblings always under foot. His most frequent comment growing up was "Why did you people settle here when there are much warmer places to live?"

He confounded his teachers and most grownups at a young age writing incredibly powerful algorithms for phenomenally underpowered computers at the dawn of the computer age. This is a skill he has employed throughout his professional career and still take great pride in (the confounding part mostly).

At 17 years of age he made a deal with the US Navy "Teach me about airplanes and computers. Take me anywhere it doesn't snow and I'm all yours." They kept the bargain and started him on a world traveling adventure that has continued far beyond his six-year enlistment.

He continued his world traveling adventures as a businessman frequently logging one fourth of his time out of the country. He feels as comfortable abroad as he does at home and has developed an appreciation for a wide range of cultures and cuisines.

He settled in Southern California after his service was complete and studied Engineering, Business and Finance at night while working at a series of start-up firms by day. He claims that growing up on the farm and the Navy has ruined his ability to sleep late and habitually gets up well before the sane portion of population starts their day.

Author Website:

Books by James Eggebeen: 

Foundling Wizard
For over a hundred years the priests of Ran have been killing young wizards to take their power. When Lorit learns that he has the Wizard’s Power he becomes targeted for special attention by the Temple.

Lorit must learn magic in time to save the sister he infused with his own power to save her life. He must find a way to overcome their stolen magic without resorting to their tactics.

Together he and the Sorceress Chihon battle to make the land safe for magicians everywhere. Can they defeat the Temple or will they succumb to the plot that would turn them into the most powerful of their enemies?

Available at Amazon

Wizard's Education
Coming in November~


Thursday, September 27, 2012

Some Thoughts on Speculative Fiction ~ guest post by Kathy DiSanto

We're pleased to welcome speculative fiction author Kathy Disanto to the Salon today, giving her take on Speculative Fiction. Be sure to check out her latest release, Amanda's Eyes.

Some Thoughts on Speculative Fiction
Kathy DiSanto

I’ve been thinking a lot about speculative fiction lately. 

According to Wikipedia, the world’s would-be authority on just about everything, “Speculative fiction is an umbrella term encompassing the more fantastical fiction genres, specifically science fiction, fantasy, horror, weird fiction, supernatural fiction, superhero fiction, utopian and dystopian fiction, apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic fiction, and alternate history ….”  Etc.

My first thought was, “Who knew weird fiction was a genre?”  But I was afraid that would make me look ignorant, so I decided to run with my second and third thoughts here.   Nobody wants to come off dumb when they’re guest blogging, right?

Speculative.  As in, speculation.  Bottom line, isn’t that what all fiction is?  You see a woman running in the rain, desperately trying to catch a bus already pulling away from the curb.  If you’re a writer, you might start to speculate.  Where was the bus supposed to take her?  What happens now that she’s missed it?  Does the tall, dark, handsome stranger sitting near the back hook up with someone else?  Does she arrive late for that job interview, lose out, and wind up living in a Pontiac?  Or does she miss the hijacking and live to run in the rain another day?  If you speculate long and hard enough, you might end up with the next New York Times bestseller.

So if all fiction is speculation, what makes us so special?  Why do we get to be speculative?  Fantastical?  (Gosh, that sounds neat.  I could really get into being fantastical.)

Here’s my take on that.   For what it’s worth.

Human nature is complex, fascinating and, at the root, unchanging.  We’ve been story-tellers, artists, lovers, scrappers, thieves, and liars since Adam.  We’re continually curious, forever intent on finding a better, easier way to do whatever.  We get proud of ourselves and down on ourselves.  We’re noble and depraved and kind and self-serving.  Just like we’ve always been.

That’s my theory, anyway, and I’m sticking to it.

IMHO (not bad for a junior senior citizen, eh?) speculative fiction looks at human nature and says, “What if?” in a big way.What if he could fly?  Or read minds?  What if she came face to face with the dead-slash-undead?  What if our enemy had weapons so powerful, we had nothing that could withstand them?  What if he woke up as a six-foot cockroach?  How would human nature express itself then?  Would we triumph, or would we all fall down?

As speculative fiction writers, we take our readers on journeys of exploration by unleashingfantasticalpossibilities.  We teleport folks to places they’ve never gone and drop them into situations most of them couldn’t have imagined without us.

Listen, people.  Do we know how to push the envelope, or what?

Now here’s the best part.  The morefantasticalthe story, the more our readers are liable toget in touch with who and what they are.  With who weare collectively.  Whether they know it or not, they’ll be faced with questions about what it means to be human and to live among other humans, then and now.They’ll visit worlds where they cancontemplate the boundaries of our shared humanity andour place in the universe.  Maybe beyond.

“But wait,” you say.  “All I ever wanted to do was spin a whopping good yarn.  Scare the pants off them or weird them out or transport them to a galaxy far, far away.”

That’s all right.  Just because you don’t mean to dig deeper, doesn’t mean you’re not.You are, after all, fantastical.


Amanda’s Eyes

Waking up is the pits when you come to in a hospital with a broken arm, a colorful assortment of abrasions and contusions, and a face swathed in bandages.  It’s even worse if you can’t remember what hit you.

The bad and the ugly are crime reporter Amanda “A.J.” Gregson’s business.  But learning she had a ringside seat for an explosion that killed two agents of the Continental Intelligence and Investigative Service (CIIS), incinerated an entire block of warehouses, and did so much damage to her eyes they had to be surgically removed?  Well, that gives the darker side of life a whole new meaning.
Haunted by elusive nightmares, A.J. waits for her transplant and struggles to remember the events leading up to the fateful night of September 4, 2075.  Weeks crawl by without a glimmer, before memory finally floods back the night before surgery, every detail brutally clear.
The explosion had been the work of the Ferrymen.
“The Ferrymen.  My not-so-magnificent obsession for more than a year.  Only a cataclysm could have made me forget.  I guess you could call them hitmen.  You could also call Einstein a math whiz.  Think ruthless.  Think unstoppable.  Think killers so proficient ‘caught the ferry’ was fast replacing ‘bought the farm’ in common usage, and you have the Ferrymen in a nutshell.”
The transplant surgery goes off without a hitch—welcome news, because A.J. is raring for a rematch with Hell’s Boatmen.  But contrary to popular belief, what you see isn’t always what you get.  Take her new eyes, for example.  Those baby blues may look perfectly normal, but they possess a power that turns her world upside down—the power to see into the hidden dimensions of the human heart.
When the Sight unmasks the mastermind behind the Ferrymen, the unveiling is as stunning as it is unbelievable. The revelation sets her on course for a second head-collision with evil.  Will she survive the final encounter?

Kathy DiSanto writes speculative fiction, specifically, science fiction with a paranormal twist.  Her near-future thriller, Amanda’s Eyes, is currently available for download through Amazon.  She will self-publish a straight sci-fi novel, Why Live?, this December.  Mind Games, the second book in the A.J. Gregson series, is already in the works.  Find out more about Kathy by visiting her website.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

What is Fantasy? ~guest post by Jane Toombs

We're pleased to have author Jane Toombs here with us again at the Speculative Salon. She offers an interesting post that answers the question--What is fantasy? Enjoy her post and also, please, check out her latest fantasy release, Taken In


                                              What Is Fantasy?


The dictionary describes it as: “The creative imagination; unrestrained fancy.   Also  literary or dramatic fiction characterized by  highly fanciful or supernatural elements. Illusion; hallucination.”

    Ah, supernatural.  In other words, paranormal.  That’s the sub-genre of fantasy I usually tend to write. How each author approaches fantasy tends to be different.  Take werewolves for example.

   Some authors apparently feel that since wolves run in packs,  therefore their man-wolf or woman-wolf also has a pack. That’s certainly one way to present them.  But I don’t feel that way.  This being is not only a wolf but a man.  Men do not need to run in packs so my werewolves tend to be loners.

    Sometimes my shifters aren’t any species of animal, they’re simply a beast when they shift. This is true of my MOONRUNNER  TRILOGY--beasts that can stand erect, but can also run on all fours. After all, since it’s my “creative imagination” I can do anything I chose to do as long as I keep to my own guidelines of what such a creature can do or not do.

    When I wrote my chapter of  The  Guide To Writing Paranormal  Novels, Volume 1, I mention this.  My chapter is Dropped Eyes And Unattached Tentacles, where I also go into what bothers me as a reader--having a character, whether paranormal or not doing something impossible--like a human dropping his eyes or a creature flinging off a tentacle to capture prey.  While humans cannot literally drop their eyes, an imaginary creature can certainly fling off a tentacle if necessary, but as a reader I need to be prepared to know this, even if the prey has no idea it can do Though octopi, as far as I know, cannot detach tentacles, imaginary creatures can do anything the author sets them up to do.

   I agree that in a story, it might be the character does not know what an imaginary creature’s abilities are, so the reader finds out along with the character. That’s fair enough.

   I call many of my stories Paranormal Suspense Romances, because that’s what they are. I always try to keep the reader aware of what any shifters I write about can do. But in some cases, like my DARKNESS OF DRAGONS TRILOGY, some of the characters don’t even know they’re capable of shifting, so the reader has to find out when they do.   

  Fairy tales, whether or not they’re meant to illustrate a point, are also fantasies. In many cases about cultures which no longer exist. I write those, too, in my UNDERWORLD SERIES about gates between Earth and other worlds.

   My latest trilogy, DAGON HOUSE, has the first book out now--Taken In.  And this one is about ghosts.  Whether or not they do exist, they still fall into the fantasy genre.  I personally have never seen or felt a ghost, but I know others who believe they have.  I never disbelieve what others tell me they’ve felt because I guess I sort of like to believe they could exist.    
   
BLURB for Taken In:
 
Gail Sarandon flees New York City after seeing the murder of a man she knows--with both the hit man and Jason Tregarth, a Special Agent following her trail. Jason finds her first, but the hit man arrives before he can get her to safety. Gail with him, Jason manages to elude the hit man, only to crash on a lonely mountain road, totaling the car. He's injured, but Gail’s able to get him to the only shelter around--Dagon House. She believes they're safe, but she's wrong...


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Monday, September 3, 2012

Are ghosts real? ~guest post by Juli D. Revezzo

We're happy to present a new speculative fiction author today, Juli D. Revezzo. She's here talking about whether or not ghosts are real. In her new book, The Artist's Inheritance, the main character must face that question in a very interesting set of experiences. Welcome, Juli!

 
Are ghosts real?

One of the questions that faces Caitlin, my main character in my new novel The Artist’s Inheritance, and its following stories is that of ghosts and where lie the lines between the worlds of the living, and the dead.

Had you asked me this question several years ago, I’d say I was a skeptic about such things. Though my brother loved Ghost Hunters and such television paranormal “reality” shows, I never bought it.

On the other hand….Has it had an influence on imagination? Definitely! Can you look at that flickering light bulb and not wonder? Have you not heard a voice occasionally say your name? Mom and Dad used to say that was God checking up on you… what if it’s a ghost?

Have you ever seen anything out of the corner of your eye only to turn your head and find nothing? What about that noise outside? Is it really the creak of a tree branch? Is it a good ghost, or one that needs its butt kicked? If the latter, Caitlin can probably help you out. I’ll ask… “Hey Cait?”

She’s busy now, I’ll have to leave your message for her.

At any rate, we know books and movies have been made of such things and it was to these that I turned when my ghost (excuse the pun) made his first appearance in The Artist’s Inheritance. I wanted a nice, sweet, helpful ghost, though. Casper comes to mind, but a little older and … well, to misquote Tevya, from Fiddler on the Roof: “For a man that’s been dead for 150 years, he looks very good.” J Yes, there can be some good ghosts, so I’ve read. And even when they’re not good, ghosts make for some interesting stories, don’t they? Have you read these pieces? They’ve all influenced The Artist Inheritance:

The classic ghost tales:
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Coleridge
Cristobelle by Coleridge
The Turn of the Screw. By Henry James
The works of MR James
Leonore by Edgar Allan Poe
Hamlet by Shakespeare
And other such gothic tales

More recent texts:
Lucid by Debra Glass
Haunted by Debra Glass
Your Magic Touch by Kathy Carmichael
Cold Mountain, to some extent
The Brenda Strange Mysteries by Patty G. Henderson
The Witching Hour by Anne Rice

Movies:
The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
The Time of their Lives
Sixth Sense (though I warn you, if you are easily creeped out, avoid this one)
Fight Club
Fiddler on the Roof
And of course Ghost Hunters on the History Channel, if you have cable is a popular title.

You know, really, my jury’s still a little out. What do you think? Are the books, and the so-called “True life experiences” based on—for lack of a better word—reality, or just good for a story? Cait and I aren’t sure where we stand, but we know we don’t discount that shiver going down our collective backs!

Either way it makes for good fiction. Want to learn a little more about my Cait and her spirit-filled family?


Blurb:

Settling into their new home in Gulf Breeze, Florida, Caitlin finds strange changes coming over her husband Trevor. He seems obsessed with a beautiful chair he’s carving.

When the nightmares deepen and ghosts begin lurking—she knows something’s not right, and not just her newfound precognitive abilities. It’s the damned chair, she’s sure. Could it be just what it seems: a mundane piece of furniture? If so, why is it attracting dark forces—the forces she suspects drove Trevor’s siblings to insanity and suicide?

Before the same happens to Trevor, Caitlin must convince him to sell his art. But armed with only a handful of allies, and little experience of the supernatural, she must proceed with caution against the hellish forces besieging her family. If she succeeds, she will break the ancestral curse. If she fails, she may lose forever the one thing she cares about most: her beloved Trevor.


The Artist’s Inheritance is coming soon in paperback to Createspace; meanwhile, the Kindle book is available now at Amazon:


and it’s also in various formats at Smashwords:



Author Bio:

Juli D. Revezzo has long been in love with writing, a love built by devouring everything from the Arthurian legends, to the works of Michael Moorcock, and the classics and has a soft spot for classic the “Goths” of the 19th century, in love of which she received a Bachelor’s degree in literature from the University of South Florida. Her short fiction has been published in Dark Things II: Cat Crimes, The Scribing Ibis, Eternal Haunted Summer, Twisted Dreams Magazine and Luna Station Quarterly. She also has an article and book review or two out there. But her heart lies in the storytelling. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Tampa Area Romance Authors, and the special interest RWA chapter Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal. The Artist’s Inheritance is her first novel.

Juli D. Revezzo’s site links:
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Thanks for having me here today!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

What does it mean to be a writer? ~guest post by Tom Barczak


The Speculative Salon is pleased to feature fantasy author Tom Barczak as our guest today, explaining that incessant need of a writer to put words down.


 
My name is Tom Barczak, and I am a writer.

What does it mean to be a writer? Simply, it means I write. But more important for me, is the question, how do I do it, because frankly I really don’t have the time. Yet, still, I do write. I do it because I can’t not do it.

And to do it, I have to have balance.

Specifically, I’m a single father of three boys, an Architect during the day, along with some other things as well.

One thing I learned a long time ago, is that there is always enough time to do the things I’m supposed to do. If there’s a conflict, it’s usually because I’m doing something I’m not supposed to do, or maybe too much of something else. So I’ve got to have balance. 

I also try not to make excuses. My big one that has slowed me down in the past, is having unrealistic goals: The perfect space to write, enough time to write, the right mood to write, the right words to write. They’re all garbage.

What I’ve learned instead, is that I can write anywhere, on anything, I can write, yes, even five minutes at a time if I have to. I’ve learned that feelings mean nothing to my Muse as well. She can be tough, and if she doesn’t give me the words in front of me, then I’ve found she often gives me the ones before them, or behind them. I’ve learned its ok for me to bounce around. 

Why?

Because I personally believe that the story is already written. I’m just the translator. My Muse is my guide, who leads me down those paths I could never go down alone. So she shows me the words, the colors, the scents, the touch of a fabric that’s already been woven. 

So I can tell them to you.

So what do I write? Fantasy specifically.

I have 7 works published to date, with an eighth due out any day now.

My first six compose an illustrated Kindle serial called Awakening Evarun

Awakening Evarun presents the story that leads up to the seventh work, my debut illustrated novel, Veil of the Dragon, available in Trade Paperback and on Kindle. 

The eighth is the first part of my new illustrated Kindle serial, Fall of the Chosen.

Each of them share the same narrative, that of the Evarun, and of the Dragon, and the souls that both of them long for.

You can find out more about my work at www.tombarczak.com

I would really like to thank Marsha A. Moore for the opportunity to be here, and to share a little bit about my writing.

I do hope you enjoy it. 

My Muse picked out the words just for you.

God Bless.
Tom Barczak


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