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Writers' Corner / Help! Help! I can't make up my mind!
« on: November 09, 2014, 09:35:57 AM »
Hello! I know I haven't really posted much here since joining, I mean I flooded the board for a night with responses and then stopped because... life. All that aside I am in a bit of a tizzy and I'm hoping you fine folks can help me out!

I'm in the process of putting together the print edition of my self-published book, Of Blood & Flame, and I'm having an issue with the text for the back cover... mainly because I have hated everything I've written for it and everything everyone else has. In short I have three blurbs and I would like to know which seem the most eye catching/interesting etc.

Also, has anyone else had issues coming up with the backmatter for their books? And could anyone give me some suggestions/comments on how to come up with one? Thank you all for reading my rambling! :D


1).
Spoiler for Hiden:
With her memory and most of her powers gone, Asiliyah finds herself plucked from the perfumed, warmth of Tulsch and thrown to the wolves of the Northern Kingdoms. While Tynan, the hardened Aes Sidhe warrior finds himself dealing with his past actions and he battles the question of whether or not he is really the monster everyone believes him to be.

Meanwhile dark forces plot, swelling an army to wash over the Northern Kingdoms in a wave of blood and flame.

Will Asiliyah survive? Will Tynan transcend the epitaph of monster? Will both fall victim to destiny, or those who seek to keep them from their prophesied end?



2.)
Spoiler for Hiden:
Prophesy is never guaranteed, there are many things and ways that can lead it to be delayed or undone all together. Asiliyah and Tynan are destined to meet, destined to love, and destined to tear the world asunder. But on the knife’s edge of the end of an age it is too tempting to keep them apart, too tempting to cling to the last vestiges of a world forged by hate and tempered by propaganda and it is too tempting to meddle.

And so it is that a young girl will be plucked from the sweet, perfumed warmth of Tulsch and left to the vicious, ravaging wolves of the Northern Kingdoms. A boy will be scarred and warped into a monster and they will be held apart so that everything will stay as it is.

But some prophesies are far more resilient than others, and when meddlers meddle all they do is delay the inevitable which in the end comes crashing like a storm of blood and flame.

3)
Spoiler for Hiden:
. The clouds have been growing ever darker as the flame of magic is reduced to little more than smoldering embers. The winds of change gust ever stronger since the end of the Great War between the Northern Kingdoms and the massive Tulschian Empire. The sudden withdrawal of Tulschian forces seeming to have caused a ripple in the way of which things should have been.

Tensions are rising as the storm gathers strength, biding its time as the elven Aes Sidhe bear the brunt of human frustration and malice. They suffer as their neighbors grow uneasy at the sight of them as their kin ravage the countryside. The once peaceful, pale Aes Sidhe are slowly becoming a race of blood as they slaughter in the name of freedom and equality.

The winds are howling as the flame flickers with renewed life. Far away in the warm, perfumed lands of the Tulschian Empire a child is born, a child of destiny, a child of magic. A child to be thrown to the wolves and ravages of the Northern Kingdoms, where good and evil are concepts born from propaganda and hearsay. A land where those of her kind—the Ske’ta, those elusive witches of the east—are viewed as vile anathema, things of which the law does not protect.

A storm is coming as darkness gathers and those dying embers burn, but what will survive the growing tempest? The flickering flame or the blood which soaks the earth?

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Small Press & Self-Published / Of Blood & Flame
« on: November 04, 2014, 04:04:25 AM »


With her memory and most of her powers gone, Asiliyah finds herself plucked from the perfumed, warmth of Tulsch and thrown to the wolves of the Northern Kingdoms. A dark force plots on a distant isle, swelling an army to wash over the Northern Kingdoms in a wave of blood and flame. While Tynan, the hardened Aes Sidhe warrior finds himself dealing with his past actions, battling the question of whether or not he is really the monster everyone believes him to be.


Excerpt
Spoiler for Hiden:
“I do not want to spend the rest of my days sleeping in tents, and hunting people— for the better cause or not. I want to sleep in a soft bed, and maybe eventually take a wench to warm it. To have a family and not have to worry about being run off of my land, or having my wife and daughters raped and murdered when I am out hunting. As much as I respect your brother and you, I don’t want to be you. I’d rather be Iorwerth.” I was silent as he spoke, the only sound that came from me was the arrow in my hand breaking in two.

I was pissed, I was livid. I entered into a new-found realm of pissed off that I did not even know actually existed until after I got there. Throughout the years, people had used the term Animal or Monster to describe me. Most weren’t privy to the reality that underneath what little civility I was able to muster most of the time, that was exactly what I was, a monster. So when that phrase—that rage inducing phrase—left my oldest friend’s lips, I snapped like the arrow between my fingers. Noises escaped my mouth that hardly seemed to be that of anything short of a large predator, as I lunged for my friend.

Aedius was a shitty fighter, he always had been. In close quarters, he was the absolute worst without blades. That didn’t mean he didn’t try to fight me off and land a few punches. We fought hard, our fists pummeling into each other’s faces. We kicked at one another, bit at each other, because we both were wild animals. Aedius was in denial as to what he had become. He didn’t want to admit that after about forty years of living in the forests and hunting Dhaonna that he had devolved into a primal, untamed creature at his core—just like me. We could never fit in with Findabair’s White Court, which surrounded High Elder Council on the White Isle, or even fit in there period.

The pain of the bleeding bite wounds at my shoulders and arms was numbed by my determination. I grabbed him by his collar and head butted him not once, but twice before releasing him and fetching the slender blade from my boot. I pounced on him once more, pressing the knife to his throat.

“Ffyc tú!” Fuck you. Aedius spat at me, literally. Blood and spittle ran down my cheek, I could feel it tracing the contours of my scars.

“You want to be like Iorwerth? Maybe I should send you to the shadowlands, so you can greet him and tell him of your admiration when he gets there after the battle.” I pinned him to the ground, he struggled but he was going nowhere. I bit into his cheek until he screamed and I could taste blood filling in my mouth. It was that metallic sanguine taste which made me come to my senses. I tucked the knife back into my boot and sat up. “a mheas tú féin-ádh bhfuil tú mo chara, Aedius.” Consider yourself lucky you’re my friend, Aedius.

“Tá tú aon cara de mo, ní mó.” You are no friend of mine, not anymore. He heaved from the ground as he stared up at me. “Tá tú ag ffyc santach agus tá mé críochnaithe le leat.” You are a selfish fuck and I’m done with you. I left slamming the door to the barracks behind me.

On the other side was a large gathering of people, some looked frightened as they stared at me, and I could hardly blame them. I knew my face was starting to swell from the fighting, and I knew that my knuckles and mouth were bloodied. With the way I was standing there could be no confusion about what I still was, I was an animal. Yes, I had liberated them, and I would keep them safe, but I was a wild animal not fit for society.

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