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"Five million Cybermen, easy. One Doctor? Now you're scared."
- Rose in Doomsday
Born Again / Pudsey Cutaway
(Tenth Doctor , Rose Tyler )
Placement Rating: 5 - Part of ongoing series
Follows on from The Parting of the Ways
The newly regenerated Doctor sets a course for Barcelona. After briefly examining his new body he has to persuade Rose that he is actually the Doctor, as she thinks that he has been replaced. He explains that he can't change back before setting the TARDIS to travel to the Powell Estate at Christmas. Something then happens to him, which he thinks is his regeneration going wrong, and he begins losing control of some of his actions.
Duration: A few minutes
Location: The TARDIS
Notes: This story is an untitled scene broadcast as part of the BBC's Children in Need charity fundraiser in 2005. The title Born Again was first used in official material several years after broadcast. The title Pudsey Cutaway was the most widely used title amongst fans before that point (Pudsey being the mascot for Children in Need). The story follows on immediately from The Parting of the Ways and leads into The Christmas Invasion
The Christmas Invasion
Follows on from Born Again / Pudsey Cutaway
The TARDIS crash-lands on the Powell estate on Christmas Eve, and the Doctor passes out. He is left to recover in Rose's room. Rose, Mickey, and Jackie are attacked by robotic Santas and Christmas trees.
The next morning, there is an alien transmission to Earth and Rose realises that the TARDIS isn't translating for her. Soon afterwards, large numbers of people begin walking, as if hypnotised, to edges of the roofs of nearby tall buildings, and a huge alien spacecraft arrives above London. Rose doesn't know what to do and insists that they take the still-comatose Doctor into the TARDIS and hide in it.
The aliens – the Sycorax – hav detected the TARDIS, and bring it onboard their ship. Rose tries to negotiate peace with the aliens, but fails. Fortunately, some spilt tea revives the Doctor. He exits the TARDIS and discovers that the Sycorax are using blood control to hypnotise humans with an A+ blood group. He challenges their leader to a personal combat, with Earth as the prize. He wins, despite losing a hand (which regrows because it is so soon after his regeneration).
The Sycorax transport the TARDIS and its occupants back to Earth before leaving. Prime Minister Harriet Jones, however, orders Torchwood to fire a secret weapon that destroys the ship. The Doctor decides to bring down her government with six words whispered to her right hand man "don't you think she looks tired". He then chooses some clothes from the TARDIS, picking a brown suit and long coat, before having Christmas dinner with Rose, Jackie, and Mickey.
Location: London 2006
Notes: Follows on directly from Born Again / Pudsey Cutaway
The Betrothal of Sontar
Placement Rating: 4 - Between consecutive stories
The Doctor and Rose arrive on the polar region of the planet Serac. They are captured by Sontarans, operating from the mining rig The Betrothal of Sontar. It's commanding officer, Colonel Snathe, is obsessed with a legendary super-weapon called Thanatos, which he believes is located on the planet.
He forces the Doctor to help him search, and finds it. The weapon is sentient, and decides to destroy the planet of Sontar. It is stopped when Snathe's first officer, Commander Lerox, risks his life to protect Rose Tyler and the Doctor persuades it that there is still hope for the Sontarans. Snathe dies whilst escaping.
Duration: 1 day.
Location: The planet Serac. Date unknown.
Notes: Rose still has the longer hairstyle from The Christmas Invasion, so it's between that story and New Earth. It's long enough since the Doctor's regeneration that she has a photo of herself with the tenth Doctor.
The Lodger (comic strip)
After escaping from some angry Lombards, the Doctor and Rose return to the Powell Estate. When the Doctor steps out of the TARDIS, the TARDIS jumps a time track with Rose still in it, and the Doctor spends a few days staying with Mickey. During this stay, he masks Earth from a passing Bandrigan Fleet, so they don't attack the planet.
Duration: Four days - Thursday through to Sunday.
Location: The Powell Estate, January or February 2007. The previous adventure with the Lombards could have happened at pretty much any point in the first Millennium AD, but is most likely when they ruled Northern Italy (568-775AD)
Notes: Rose still has the hairstyle from The Christmas Invasion, rather than the one from New Earth. Mickey's mates mention that Rose is always turning up and going away again, though that doesn't narrow anything down.
The TARDIS travels to New Earth, galaxy M87 in the year five billion and twenty three. The Doctor gets a message from the Face of Boe on his Psychic Paper telling him to go to Ward 26 of the nearby hospital. Rose meets Cassandra, who she believed to have died aboard Platform One (The End of the World).
Cassandra possesses Rose's body and manipulates the Doctor into helping her find out that the Sisters of Plenitude who run the hospital are curing diseases by growing infected human lab rats. The Doctor manages to cure the lab rats and forces Cassandra to leave Rose's body. Cassandra travels into the body of one of her cloned servants, and the Doctor allows her one last wish - to travel back to a party in her youth and tell her younger self that she looks beautiful.
Location: London, 2006 or 2007; New Earth, the year five billion and twenty three.
Notes: The TARDIS has moved since The Christmas Invasion, but there's a lot of dialogue about the Doctor being new.
Placement Rating: 3 - Within a range of stories
The Doctor and Rose decide to visit the Great Wall of China, but materialise in an area of London which is filled with fantasy creatures. It turns out to be an alien virtual reality device, which has gone wrong due to being used by a human child.
The Doctor's Age: He uses the "900 years" figure again.
Duration: About an hour.
Location: Wimbledon, c. 2006.
Notes: Rose has her post-New-Earth hairstyle. The most recent reference is to The Christmas Invasion, suggesting it's not that long afterwards.
The Futurists
Rose says she fancies an ice cream, so the Doctor takes her to Milan, 1925. Whilst they are there, the city is consumed by a time wave, and transformed into a lifeless futurist city, with only the Doctor, Rose, local girl Altea, and a time-displaced Roman soldier left. They travel back to the soldier's native 3rd Century. They encounter Altea's futurist boyfriend, who has teamed up with extra-dimensional aliens called the Hajor to impose his vision on the world. They are defeated when the soldier – who is also connected to the Hajor – banishes them to their own realm.
Duration: One day. Rose has enough time to change outfits between parts 1 and 2, but the events clearly follow on directly.
Location: Milan, 1925; Carleon, Wales in the late 3rd Century; the dimension of the Hajor.
Notes: Rose has the same hairstyle as in New Earth and School Reunion.
Interstellar Overdrive
The TARDIS lands on a spaceship trapped in chronic hysteresis. Its occupants are a touring rock band, who are about to die due to sabotage on their spaceship. In the second go through the loop. The Doctor saves their lives and ends the time loop.
Duration: Unless the Doctor and Rose go through more iterations of the time loop than we see, this is a few hours at most.
Location: A spaceship in the future. The ship's engines are from 3000AD-ish, Flip-Flop dates the band's first number one to 3012, and the founder died 50 years ago. The Doctor dates this line-up to 300 years after the band started, but since he later says that they have been trapped in the time loop for centuries it's unclear whether this figure refers to before or after the time-loop.
Notes: Rose has her post-New Earth hairstyle. There are no other continuity references.
The Doctor intends to take Rose to a concert in 1979, but the TARDIS instead lands in 19th Century Scotland. They meet Queen Victoria and her retinue, staying with them overnight at Torchwood House, where her late husband often spent time. The local werewolf legends turn out to be true – there is a werewolf (actually an alien possessing human bodies) in the cellar, which escapes.
It turns out that Prince Albert and the father of the house's owner planned a trap for the wolf in the house's observatory. The telescope, combined with the Koh-i-noor diamond, can focus the moon's light strongly enough to kill it. After the werewolf is killed, Victoria gives the Doctor a knighthood (Sir Doctor of Tardis) and Rose a Damehood (Dame Rose of the Powell Estate) before banishing them both from the British Empire.
Location: Torchwood House, Scotland,
Notes: After the Doctor and Rose have left Victoria sets up the Torchwood organisation. The Doctor says it's 1879, but since that's just after he steps out of the TARDIS it may not be reliable.
UNRECORDED ADVENTURE
The Doctor drops Rose off at an Abba concert at Wembley in 1979.
Location: Wembley, 1979
Notes: This is the Doctor's explanation of why Rose isn't on the TARDIS in Attack of the Graske. It's not clear why the Doctor didn't want to watch the concert himself.
Attack of the Graske
The Doctor invites a new companion onto the TARDIS. He links his new companion's remote control to the sonic screwdriver, enhancing its abilities. They monitor a welsh family at Christmas, noticing that the mother has been replaced by the Graske. They then track the Graske back by about 120 years to 1883.
The new companion infiltrates the Graske's base to free the people who have been replaced. They companion is spotted, and a Graske opens fire. The blast ricochets around the storage area, damaging the controls and freeing a Raxicoricofallapatorian. The Raxicoricofallapatorian breaks out and chases the Graske. The companion takes the opportunity to activate the controls choosing either to place the planet in stasis or to return the original people to their native time and place, replacing their duplicates.
The Doctor then returns his new companion back home before travelling back to pick up Rose. This adventure is caught in a time loop, and the new companion makes a different set of choices every time.
Location: Contemporary Earth [probably Wales] on Christmas Day; London, Christmas Day 1883; the TARDIS; The legendary Graske planet of Gryphon
Notes: Rose has been dropped off for a short break and she is clearly the only companion. The Doctor's comment that he doesn't know whether he likes mangos might suggest that this is soon after the regeneration. Given the discussion about going to a 1979 concert in Tooth and Claw (albeit for a different band), it seems most natural to place this very shortly afterwards.
(Tenth Doctor , Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Sarah Jane Smith, K-9 Mark III )
Mickey gives the Doctor and Rose a tip-off about Deffry Vale High School. The Doctor replaces a physics teacher at the school [he is probably responsible for posting a winning lottery ticket through her door at midnight], whilst Rose becomes a dinner lady at the school. On the Doctor and Rose's second day, Sarah Jane Smith investigates the school under cover of writing a profile about the new headmaster for The Times. The Doctor tells Sarah that he is John Smith, but doesn't reveal that he is the Doctor.
That night, Sarah sneaks into the school, as do the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey. Sarah discovers the TARDIS parked in a school cupboard and realises that the Doctor is the Doctor. They discover that the new head and staff are really batlike aliens. The Doctor repairs a non-functional K9 in order to analyse a mysterious oil that is used in the kitchens to cook the school dinners. K9 identifies it as Krillitane oil, part of a species that takes part of the substance of species they conquer - and capable of making the children super-intelligent.
The Doctor confronts the head, and then realises that they are using the children to crack the fundamental laws of the universe, giving them the power of gods. The Doctor lures the Krillitanes to the kitchens - realising that the Krillitanes are allergic to the oil, and K9 uses his laser to blow open the vats of oil, killing them and blowing up the school whilst Mickey evacuates everyone. The Doctor invites Sarah to rejoin him, but she decides not to. Mickey asks if he can join and the Doctor says yes. When the TARDIS dematerialises it leaves a rebuilt K9 behind.
Location: Deffry Vale School and surroundings, England, 2007.
The Girl in the Fireplace
(Tenth Doctor , Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith )
Follows on from School Reunion
The TARDIS lands on an abandoned spaceship about 3,000 years in the future. It has an 18th Century French fireplace - the other side of which is in 18th Century France. The Doctor talks to Reinette - the little girl whose fireplace it is. He travels to France via this time window, arriving months later. He discovers something hiding under her bed - it wants Reinette, but she is "not yet complete" and flees back into the spaceship. He follows the robot back, and discovers that it is made of clockwork.
He finds Returning to Reinette, he finds her grown up and discovers that she is Madame du Pompadour. He then discovers another time window to her life, just after she met King Louis for the first time. It turns out that the clockwork robots were trying to repair their ship but didn't have the parts, so used the crew instead. It and its fellows are after one last part, and want Madame Pompadour's brain. They believe that her brain will only be compatible at the age of 37, when she will be the same age as the ship.
The Doctor returns to the ship well after the robot has run back there to find that the robots have opened a portal to a time when Reinette is 37. Rose finds a window when she is 32 and warns her of the danger. The Doctor finds the window the robots have gone through and crashes through it, disabling all the time windows. He then convinces the robots that their plan will not work without a way back, and they shut themselves down.
Reinette then shows the Doctor that she has moved the original fireplace to Versailles. He realises that it broke before he destroyed the time windows and that he can repair it to get back to the ship. He does so, checks up on Rose and Mickey, and then goes back to Reinette - who he promised to take to the stars. However, he arrives back in Versailles just as her coffin is leaving the palace, and the King gives him a note from Reinette.
Location: Paris in 1727, 1745, 1754, 1759, and 1764, as well as possibly an unstated date between 1727 and 1745. The SS Madame de Pompadour in the Diagmark Cluster, two and a half galaxies from Earth in the 51st century, though a caption says that it is 3,000 years after 1759 (i.e. 4759).
Notes: This is Mickey's first trip in the TARDIS, so it follows on from School Reunion
Rise of the Cybermen
The Doctor asks Mickey to hold down a particular TARDIS control. After thirty minutes of joking with Rose he says that Mickey can take his hand off it now. When he does the Time Vortex just disappears and the TARDIS lands on a parallel Earth. Without access to energy from the real universe, the TARDIS dies. The Doctor finds a working fuel cell,which he can recharge at the cost of 10 years of his life. It will, however, take 24 hours to fully charge up.
The alternative London has Zepplins in the sky, and Rose's father is still alive and on advertising hoardings. Rose's phone automatically connects to the Cybus Network. She discovers that her alternative parents are still married but never had children. They note that most people have earpieces which download things from Cybus Network. Mickey goes to visit his gran, who died five years ago in the real universe and gets kidnapped by a group called the Preachers run by his alternative self (called Ricky). They don't have earplugs, and consider themselves almost a resistance movement.
The Doctor and Rose go to visit Pete and Jackie at Jackie's birthday party, posing as a waiter and waitress. A group of Cybermen - only just created by John Lumic, a genius who runs the Cybus Corporation - arrive at the party, kill the President of Great Britain, and announce their intention to convert the guests. The Doctor, Rose, and Pete all escape into the gardens just as Ricky's group prepare to attack the Cybermen. Both groups are surrounded by Cybermen, who are immune to bullets. The Doctor attempts to surrender, but the Cybermen say that they will instead be "deleted".
Location: London, 1st February 2007, in an alternative universe.
The Age of Steel
Follows on from Rise of the Cybermen
The Doctor destroys the Cybermen surrounding them by using the power cell from the TARDIS. They escape in Ricky's group's van, and discover that Pete is the group's secret information source, Gemini. Arriving in London, they discover that Lumic has used the earpieces to control London's population, herding them into a factory at Battersea which is creating Cybermen. Ricky is killed by the Cybermen.
They try to sneak in in various different ways. The Doctor discovers that these alternative Cybermen can be defeated by shutting down their emotional inhibitor chip before being captured and taken to the control centre. Pete and Rose also end up there, having discovered that Jackie has been "upgraded".
Mickey finds a way to spy on Cyber-Control. The Doctor realises that Mickey is watching, and casually mentions the location of the code for the emotional inhibitor and to send it to Rose's phone. She gets the message, chucks the phone to the Doctor, and he inserts it into a conveniently-located piece of equipment which sends the code to every Cyberman. The Cybermen all go mad and self-destruct, taking the factory with them.
Mickey decides to stay behind on the alternative Earth, help shut down the Cyber-factories, and look after his gran, even though the Doctor says that once the TARDIS leaves, it will be impossible to return.
Location: London, 1st-2nd February 2007, in an alternative universe.
Notes: Follows on immediately from Rise of the Cybermen
The Idiot's Lantern
The Doctor tries to take Rose to see Elvis in the late 50s, but ends up in London 1953, the day before the coronation of Elizabeth II. They arrive in a street where everybody already has a television. They discover that people are losing their faces as the result of a creature called "the wire" which has been living inside the TVs. Rose is affected by the wire. The owner of the local electronics shop intends to attach the wire to the Alexandra Palace transmitter, where it will be able to feed on the millions who will be watching the coronation. The doctor intervenes, trapping the wire inside a betamax video cassette. This restores all of its victims.
Location: Muswell Hill and Alexandra Palace, 1st-2nd June 1953, with the pre-credits sequence happening about a month beforehand.
The Impossible Planet
The TARDIS lands in a santuary base, though it is clearly reluctant to do so. The base contains writing that the TARDIS can't translate – meaning that it is impossibly old. The base is on a planet that is orbiting a black hole, and the crew consist of humans and Ood. The Ood apparently offer themselves as slaves and want to have orders. They are drilling into the heart of the planet to extract a power source that is generating an impossibly powerful gravitational field.
The Oods' translators start saying odd things, and that "he" is awake. Shortly afterwards the drill reaches the centre, and the Doctor volunteers to investigate with one of the crew. It turns out that there are the ruins of a civilisation. On the base, Toby, the base's archaeologist, reveals that he has been possessed by the being entombed there (the Beast). He telepathically takes control of the Ood. At the stame time, the planet nudges out of orbit and starts falling towards the black hole.
Location: A sanctuary base on the planet Krop Tor orbiting black hole K37J5 in the drifts of the universe. The Doctor says that they are 500 years from Earth. The date of Scooti's death is given as 43k2.1.
The Satan Pit
Follows on from The Impossible Planet
The crew blockade themselves from the Ood and the Captain suggests Strategy 9 emptying the oxygen from all but a small portion of the base, thus killing all the Ood. The Beast taunts the crew with knowledge of their dark secrets and traps the Doctor in the centre.
Rose and the crew incapacitate the Ood and abandon the base. The Doctor drops further down, arriving in the Beast's prison. He realises that the Beast's intelligence is onboard the spacecraft whilst its body remains in the planet. Fortunately Rose manages to shoot Toby – who is still possessed – into space. The Doctor then finds the TARDIS and saves the ship. He doesn't, however, have time to save the Ood.
Location: A sanctuary base on the planet Krop Tor orbiting black hole K37J5 in the drifts of the universe. The Doctor says that they are 500 years from Earth. The deaths are all dated as 43k2.1.
Notes: Follows on immediately from The Impossible Planet
Love & Monsters
The Doctor visits Elton Pope's house, trying to defeat an Elemental Shade who had escaped from the Howling Halls. He stopped it, but Elton's mother died before he could do so.
The Doctor and Rose are fighting a Hoix on contemporary Earth when Elton barges in searching for the Doctor. The Doctor and Rose defeat it, stopping it from attacking Elton in the process. He thinks that he recognises Elton.
The Doctor tracks down Elton, and an Absorbalof from Clom (the twin planet of Raxacoracofallapatorius) who has been trying to absorb Elton. He hints that the people who have been absorbed can fight the Absorbalof. They do so - pulling its body apart, and Elton snatches and breaks a cane it has been carrying, as one of them suggests. The cane contained a limitation field which kept its body together.
Notes: This story is told from Elton's point of view, and clearly establishes that he is an unreliable narrator. It's unclear when the Tenth Doctor's first two meetings with Elton take place. They most likely take place in the sequence above, but the first two could easily take place at any time before the final one.
Fear Her
The TARDIS arrives in London, 2012, for the opening ceremony of the Olympic games. The children in Dame Kelly Holmes Close have gone missing over the last week or so. Whilst investigating, Rose is attacked by a scribble creature made of graphite. The cause of both is a girl names Chloe, whose drawings can become living things. The Doctor uses his telepathic abilities to speek to an entity that is possessing her. It is Isolus - a member of a telepathic species which travels through space in packs of billions. They desperately need each other and use their ionic abilities to literally create fantasy worlds. Chole draws the Doctor him, taking him out of reality.
Rose finds the Isolus pod, which needs heat. The drawing of the Doctor shows her that it also needs flame, and it just happens that the Olympic torchbearer is running past. Rose chucks the pod into the flame, allowing the Isolus to return to its brothers and sisters and brings all the drawings back to life. The torchbearer stumbles and falls, so the Doctor picks up the torch and completes the run.
Location: Dame Kelly Holmes Close and the Olympic Stadium, London, 2012
Army of Ghosts
The TARDIS arrives on the Powell estate to find that ghosts are appearing, walking around, and fading at fairly precise intervals. The Doctor theorises that something is pressing itself into this reality. He sets up some equipment to monitor the ghost shifts and work out where the ghosts are coming from. He pinpoints the machinery which is causing the shifts. It turns out to be Torchwood, an organisation the Doctor was ignorant of. He is given a grand tour, showing that they develop technology developed from alien material on Earth. They were created by Queen Victoria after Tooth and Claw to protect Britain and use alien technology "for the good of the British Empire".
One of Torchwood's artefacts is a "void ship" - a vessel that exists outside of time and space. It came through a breach in space-time, and Torchwood have been exacerbating the hole - causing the ghost shifts - in order to get energy from it. Rose sneaks in to find Mickey posing as a lab assistant. The systems are then overriden by staff wearing earpods like the ones from the parallel world in Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel. The ghost shift is turned on full, the voidship becomes solid, and the ghosts materialise across the world, becoming Cybus Cybermen, who are invading Earth. At the same time, the voidship opens, revealing four Daleks and a device they call the Genesis Ark.
Location: The Powell Estate - Jackie's flat, and a park at SE15 7GO - and Canary Wharf, c. 2007
Follows on from Army of Ghosts
The Daleks and Cybermen go to war with each other, and the Cybermen begin converting Torchwood staff to bolster their numbers. The Doctor travels across the breach to the parallel world, discovering how the Cybermen escaped their defeat there. In escaping, Mickey accidentally touches the Genesis Ark, activating it. It contains millions of Daleks, who take to the air. The Doctor opens the void on one side, sucking everything that has been through it out of reality. This defeats the Daleks and Cybermen (though some of the Daleks escaped through time first). Rose, Jackie, and Mickey are trapped in the parallel universe.
After closing the breach, the Doctor manages to find a point in space and time where the breach open enough to send a message through, though he needs to borrow power from a supernova to do so. When the message runs out a woman in a wedding dress appears in the console room.
Location: Canary Wharf, c. 2007 and also Pete's universe over three years after The Age of Steel. Dårlig Ulv Stranden at least three months later.
Notes: Follows on immediately after Army of Ghosts
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#CoverReveal "Kiss of the Reaper: A Paranormal Fantasy Romance" by Ellis Leigh
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A paranormal take on a Hades & Persephone type of romance.
There's this moment when you die.
This final sliver of time when the Grim Reaper comes to lead you through to the other side. When you are bathed in the glee he exudes at introducing another soul to his cold, dark world, and you have a split second of complete and utter fear at what lies ahead. Fear of the afterlife you have no control over. Fear of the Reaper.
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#BookBlitz "Ruins on Stone Hill (Heroes of Ravenford Book 1)" by F. P. Spirit
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Heroes of Ravenford Book 1
What do you get when you mix a novice wizard, a reckless warrior, a sharp-tongued thief, & a saintly cleric? Swords, sorcery, & sarcasm.
They didn't set out to be heroes, but the little town of Ravenford was in desperate need. Before Glolindir and his friends knew it they were facing fierce monsters, deadly assassins, black mages, cunning demons, powerful dragons, and even the remnants of the dread Thrall Masters themselves. Will they be able to live up to the challenge, or will they fall and leave Ravenford at the mercy of the forces of darkness?
All of the books in the Heroes of Ravenford series:
Ruins on Stone Hill
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An army of darkness. A group of young heroes. A town hanging in the balance.
The Dark Monolith
A cult of black mages and demons. The secret to the Thrall Masters' terrifying power. A desperate race to find it first.
Princess of Lanfor
An insane princess who wants to rule the world. A magical artifact of terrifying power. A deadly struggle to possess it.
The Baron's Heart
A brutal murder. A missing heart. A race against time and death.
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#BookBlitz "A Beauty of Magic: The Crystal Ball" by Ronald Gaudamuz
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Fantasy, YA Fantasy
Date Published: November 2021
Publisher: Palmetto Publishing
In this humorous fantasy YA adventure, Ian is on a quest to find a crystal ball. He enters a magical realm, encountering fearsome creatures, and a young witch saves his life. She falls madly in love with him and brews a magical love potion. Unfortunately, it doesn't work as planned; instead, it turns Ian into a woman…with just 90 days to reverse the spell before the change becomes permanent.
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#MiniTour "Blackbird Rising (Harbingers Book 1)" by Jane Wiseman
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Welcome to the mini tour for this stunning new fantasy novel by Jane Wiseman, Blackbird Rising!
Blackbird Rising (Harbingers 1)
Genre: Epic Fantasy/ Mature YA Fantasy/ Coming-of-Age
Minstrel? Spy? Witch? What is Mirin, really?
She's a young girl. She's a boy. She loves her sister. She loves a man.
More important, who is she?
The gods have given her a task, to save a realm, to save a queen.
In a brutal world where the young are forced to grow up fast, Mirin's story is about coming of age too soon, about love and betrayal. It's about the heavy costs of standing for a cause but standing for it anyway because it is the right. About finding the lost and finding yourself along the way.
Playing for Time
By morning, I had a bad case of jitters. I could see Wat did, too. After we breakfasted on some of the scraps we had managed to snag during our march the night before back through the kitchen shed, Wat sat thinking a long time. I tried not to interrupt, although I was itching to do it.
Finally, he looked up at me. "We'll go in together." He sounded certain, but his eyes betrayed him. I could tell he was far from certain. Wat's eyes were a clear azure, like a cloudless noontide sky. But when he was angry or worried, they turned. They became somehow duller and sharper at the same time, as if you were to stare into a pond reflecting a clear noontide sky at the moment a cloud passes over. Or as if you were to sight down the blade of a sword made of fine-tempered steel. As you see, I'd had a long time to study Wat, and at close quarters, too. I knew how to read him, and I read that he was sick with worry.
"How? How will we manage that? Master Charlo is on to you now. He won't allow it," I said.
"Probably thinking I'm looking the place over to see what I can steal," said Wat. "Yes, you're right. But I'll manage it." He summoned up a smile. "You're modest. You know that? You're too modest to bathe in front of strangers. I need to be there. That's what I'll tell them." "Will it work?"
"Maybe," he said. "What if it doesn't?"
"I'll create a diversion." "How in the Nine Spheres will you do that?" The corner of Wat's mouth quirked up in what passed for one of his enigmatic smiles. But people were starting to drift down the road in our direction. They wanted to be entertained. Wat didn't answer me. He headed over to our wagon and disappointed them by slapping a large NO PERFORMANCE TODAY sign on the outside of the wagon, and shaking his head firmly at the many who couldn't read. I wanted him to tell me about his plans, but he wouldn't talk about it. Instead, he made me go back into the wagon box bed.
"Otherwise every young girl in the Hundred is going to come crowding around to see if she can catch your eye," said Wat as he shuttered me in. "I look like a girl," I shouted through the slats.
"I think that may be the point," he said in a reasonable tone of voice that sent me into a suppressed fury. "You're not threatening. The mothers don't fear you'll run off with the daughters. You're like a pet. But they can pretend to dream about you. Girls that age. That's what they do." He was sitting on the wagon seat, leaning back against the box bed, so we could have a conversation just as if we were face to face.
"No, not today. Sorry," I heard him call out to someone. "I'm a girl that age. I don't have thoughts like that."
"You haven't had time to. If you were home with your mother, you'd be having them about now."
"That's a lie," I said between gritted teeth. Why was I getting so angry? Maybe so I wouldn't think about what it would have been like, if I were home with my mother. Maybe because Wat hadn't bothered to answer my question. "Not a lie. It's just the truth," said Wat. "And keep your voice down. Sorry, no performance today," I heard him call. "How would you know what girls think?" I muttered.
"Oh, I know," he said. He was infuriating, Wat was. I think he enjoyed it. But he was my master, so I knew not to push him too far. He had never beaten me, not yet. Once he was about to. "Remember your promise to Old Gwen!" I had screamed at him.
"I made her no such promise," he told me as he circled around to get behind me with the strap he used to hobble Millicent. But in the end, he didn't beat me. I don't even remember what I had done to get him so worked up. Probably something dangerous. Every now and again I noticed it. He feared for me. Yet he wasn't allowed to. That frustrated him, almost beyond bearing.
The time of our summoning drew closer, and the people had all wandered off, so he let me out of the box bed. He still hadn't told me how he planned to create a diversion. I pulled the Kenning the Juggler costume on again. It was all I could do. The people in the castle would see the boy they expected to see. "We won't stuff the rags in," Wat decided, looking me up and down. "They may fall out at the wrong moment, and we don't want any extra attention. You'll be fine. You look fine. The servants are not going to be looking too close, down there."
I turned away to hide my blushing. This part of my costume always made me feel uneasy and wrong. "But when I step into the bath, they'll notice," I said, pressing the point.
"They would indeed, but we won't let them see."
"How do you plan to keep them from it?" Answer me, Wat. Before he could explain, we noticed Master Charlo shouldering past the guards. He came down the hill toward us.
"Follow my lead," said Wat to me. I suppressed an annoyed grimace. Wat was always figuring out some plan, I'd have no idea what it was, and I just had to follow along, the instrument the master played upon. "Don't forget your rebec," said Wat. When Master Charlo was near enough to speak but not so close that we could give him any vermin or diseases, he addressed Wat. "None of your tricks, young man. Just the boy. I want just the boy."
Wat bowed to him. Master Charlo reached out his hand to me, then snatched it back. "Come with me," he said. He turned on his heel and started marching up the hill. With a helpless glance at Wat, I followed the elegantly clothed Master Charlo. But I quickly realized Wat was right behind me. At the gate, Master Charlo turned to me again. When he saw Wat, he frowned. "Fellow, I told you—just the boy. Not you."
"Good Master Charlo," said Wat, with another low bow. "My brother is very modest. He is frightened near to death. He'll not be able to sing."
It was true. I was frightened, frightened near to death. I didn't have to act it. "I need to come with him," said Wat. "At least for the bath and the dressing of him. He hasn't been parted from me since he was a baby, when we were orphaned." If Wat thought that heart-tugging story would affect Master Charlo, he was wrong.
"Nonsense," Master Charlo snorted. "The boy is to come with me. You are to stay." He looked over at the guards. "See that this fellow remains outside." Both of them stepped forward. They were very large armored creatures with solid, inscrutable faces under the cones of their helmets. They both carried menacing steel-tipped pikes. Wat simply made another of those obsequious bows. "As you wish, Master Charlo.
"Aedan," he said to me. "I'll be waiting here for you, never fear. They'll send you out to me soon."
"He'll sing, or he'll wish he had," said Master Charlo. "No one goes against a direct command of her ladyship." I began to cry. It wasn't hard to make myself do it.
"What a pathetic excuse of a boy you are," Master Charlo said to me. "What those girls see in you—"
"Their ladyships?" asked Wat, his voice innocent. Master Charlo gave him a sharp look. "Yes," he said slowly, with a kind of menace. "Their ladyships."
"Well, go then, and do your best, brother," Wat said to me in kind, unctuous tones. "They won't hurt you. They won't hurt him, will they? When he can't? Sing?" he said to Master Charlo. Over Master Charlo's shoulder, I arched an eyebrow at Wat. He gave me the smallest of shrugs back. We hardly had to speak to each other, Wat and I. That's how well we knew each other by then, at least where giving a performance was concerned. Really? You're going for that again? I was saying to him. Might as well was his reply. Might work. Worth a try. Master Charlo's face clouded up the way the day was clouding up, big thunderheads boiling from behind the castle keep. It's not going to work this time, I thought. You could fool Master Blue, but not this man.
"Come with me," Master Charlo snapped. I stepped in behind him and the
guards stepped aside. "Both of them," he said tight-lipped to the guards. Wat gave me a small sidelong smile as we came through the gates together at Master Charlo's heels, but when the man turned to make sure we were following him, and probably to make sure Wat was not scouring the place for items to thieve, Wat had made his face as open and sincere and concerned as it was supposed to be. Wat's ruse had worked again. It really had. Now I did have to act. Act to suppress an admiring exclamation, one actor to another. The fright I felt was too overwhelming, though.
We threaded our way through the castle outbuildings, as before. A patter of rain was starting to fall. I lifted my face to the sky. The rain felt good, comforting somehow, but I knew there was nothing comforting about our situation. Only Wat's quick thinking saved us this time, as last time, but I knew our luck had to be running out.
Finally we came to an obscure shed with steam rising from its smoke-hole. A woodsy aroma wafted from the shed into the damp air. It reminded me suddenly of home. Master Charlo knocked. A man stuck his head out and glanced at us. "Which one is the boy?"
"Which one do you think?" Master Charlo's voice was full of exasperation. "Come in, then," he said to me, and opened the door wide. As Wat made to follow me, he put a hard calloused hand out. "Not you." To Master Charlo he said, "I'm supposed to bathe one stinking fellow. Not two."
"This man is his brother, and he says—" Master Charlo began, then clamped his lips together. He turned to the two of us. "The boy is to go in. You may stand outside," he said to Wat. "I'll send someone to make sure you don't wander around. I have things to do." He stalked off, stopping to talk to another servant, pointing back at us. The other servant, one of the lower-order brown-clad ones, began making his way over to us. Wat looked at the man who was about to bathe me. "My brother is very modest and very frightened. It would be better if I bathe him. You can stand outside."
"No," said the tub man.
That was it. There was no arguing with the man. I could see that, and so could Wat. Wat shrugged and turned to lounge against the side of the shed. The servant Master Charlo had sent to watch Wat was nearing. The tub man motioned me inside. I had no choice. Our luck had indeed run out. I went in with him.
There was a large cask steaming with hot water before a roaring fire. I saw stone crocks filled with fragrant soaps and lotions. I saw a suit of clothes, bright and lovely, laid over a bench. I saw large soft towels at the ready. I wanted to get into the cask.
"Put that fiddle down on the bench." I did so. "Strip," said the man, "and don't give me any nonsense about it or I'll see you beaten. I don't want to hear about your damned modesty. Just do it. Get in that tub."
"Will you look away?" I said in a timid voice. He just stood there with his arms folded over his leather apron. "What are you, a little girl? Strip and get in the tub. Don't think I'm going to touch you. I don't want your vermin. Leave those silly-looking clothes in a pile over there where I can pole them into the cistern."
When I hesitated, wondering why he was going to dump my Kenning the Juggler costume into a cistern, he barked at me. "Do it. Do it now."
Playing for time, I bent down and unwound the yellow cloth from around my tunic and then the cross-gartering from each leg. I dropped the long strips of yellow cloth beside me on the floor. I turned away from the tub man and began to pull the green tunic over my head.
With an impatient grunt, the tub man snatched it from me and threw it to the floor. And then he had the drooping leggings off me. He let out a bellow of surprise. He came at me, and I dodged around the cask of steaming water, trying to knee him in the groin as I darted past him. I missed. That made him angry. He caught up with me. His pig eyes, too small for his lump of a face, were narrowed and glinting. He drew back a meaty fist. There was a scuffle from outside the shed. The tub man and I both whirled around in time to see Wat and the brown-clad servant hurtling through the door and into the shed, falling on the floor and fighting.
"Nine Spheres," said the tub man. He moved around the cask to pick up his long pole and stood over the two as they rolled and fought, looking for a chance to rap Wat on the head with it. I bent down and lifted one of the stone crocks of soap. I heaved it high and brought it down on the tub man's skull as hard as I could as he was leaning over the fighters. It barely staggered him, but just enough so that Wat had time to knock the servant to the ground, spring up, and get the tub man by the throat, twisting the man's leather apron straps tight about his neck. Wat shoved me aside as he hoisted the tub man up by this improvised garrote. "The door," he said to me over his shoulder. I kicked it shut. When I turned around, Wat had thrust the tub man into the cask, pushing him under the water, holding him down. "Now hand me that pole," he said.
I stood frozen. I grabbed up the tatters of my clothing and held them to myself.
"The pole," said Wat. His voice was tense. He bore down on the man in the cask with both hands. Cords of muscle stood out on his arms. Water flew everywhere as the tub man struggled for his life. I reached down with one hand to get the pole, still trying to keep myself covered up with the other. I handed the pole to Wat. He shoved it straight down into the water and leaned on the tub man's chest with it, keeping the man under. The man thrashed and kicked, but soon weaker. Soon not at all. A stream of bubbles erupted from the water. Then the water was still. "You did well, Mirin," said Wat, stepping back and casting the pole aside with a clatter.
"You bought me a bit of time." Still trying to cover myself with my ripped jerkin and leggings, I stood staring in horror at the man in the cask. Wat and I were both soaked, and Wat was breathing hard.
The tub man's clothes were billowing up to the surface now. "You killed him," I said. I looked down at the brown-clad servant, who lay sprawled at my feet, his eyes open, his mouth gaped wide. "And him."
"Yes," said Wat, not noticing my half-naked state. "Singing is your talent. This is one of mine."
Jane Wiseman is a writer who splits her time between urban Minneapolis and the Sandia Mountains of New Mexico. Her interlocking fantasy series include HARBINGERS (I Blackbird Rising, II Halcyon, III Firebird, IV Ghost Bird), the prequel series STORMCLOUDS (I A Gyrfalcon for a King, II The Call of the Shrike, III Stormbird), the eerie BETWIXT & BETWEEN duology set in the Stormclouds/ Harbingers world (I The Martlet is a Wanderer, II The Nightingale Holds Up the Sky). A tenth book, Dark Ones Take It, is a stand-alone novel about the origins of the series villain. The Harbingers series has a YA-into-NA feel. The other books are many shades darker.
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#BookTour "The Resurrectionist" by A.R. Meyering
Welcome to the book tour for The Resurrectionist by A.R. Meyering. This tale is sure to inspire chills!
The Resurrectionist "Inspired by the true story of the Burke and Hare murders"
Publication Date: July 3rd, 2020
Genre: Supernatural/ Horror/ Fantasy/ Based on Real Life Characters
Scotland, 1854
On a skinny, forgotten road in Edinburgh stood a shop without a name—a shop that could be found only if one had previously been led to its door. William, who was blind, rapped his knuckles on the door. The shop owner opens the door and says, "I recognize you. You're the thief who slithered away while your partner swung by his neck."
William begs the woman to break the curse that has been set on him that prevents him from dying. The curse, says the woman, cannot be broken, but it can be displaced. Is your death so precious to you that you would destroy one more innocent life to get it? The life of your own child?"
In 19th century Scotland surgeon Edgar Price has only days to live. He has become host to a revenant that will corrode both his body and soul. Edgar's fatal mistake has not only doomed him, but also released six more of these malignant wraiths onto the world. In his remaining time, he has vowed to stop the revenants from claiming other victims. His perilous travels lead him to the Witches' Wood, a haven for a sisterhood of powerful enchantresses. There he meets Ainsley, who is also racing against the clock to save her life and will go to any lengths to spare the life of her lover Colleen from the grief of losing her. Despite their mutual dislike, Edgar and Ainsley find that the only way to traverse the twisted, otherworldly labyrinths that the revenants have created is to work together. Their mission becomes further complicated when Edgar begins to develop feelings for Fana, the guardian goddess of the Wood in spite of Ainsley's forbidding warnings to stay far away from her.
Though THE RESURRECTIONIST is a work of fantasy, many of the settings and elements are based on fact. Horror and fantasy intermingle in this novel inspired by the true story of the Burke and Hare murders.
From 1828-29, Irish immigrants William Burke and William Hare were responsible for the murders of sixteen people in Edinburgh. Their methods generally involved luring a victim to Hare's boardinghouse, where they plied them heavily with alcohol before suffocating them. They were motivated by greed, selling the corpses of their victims to a local surgeon, Robert Knox. Each victim was publicly dissected, and Dr. Knox is largely thought to have been complicit in the crimes.
During their ten-month killing spree, William Hare's common-law wife, Margaret Laird, was pregnant with their child. Hare was pardoned for his crimes due to his confession and condemnation of his accomplice Burke, who was hanged and publicly dissected as punishment.
After being pardoned, Hare, Margaret, and their infant are thought to have escaped to Ireland. It also has been rumored that William Hare was thrown into a lime pit and subsequently suffered blindness before becoming a beggar. The victims in THE RESURRECTIONIST are also based on real life people.
Reminiscent of Tess Gerritsen's The Bone Garden, THE RESURRECTIONIST explores a real-life horror story through a riveting supernatural thriller that is guaranteed to hook readers from the very first page.
A.R. Meyering was a graduate student studying philosophy. She worked as an English teacher in a small town in Kumamoto Prefecture, Japan. Her dark fantasy novel, Unreal City, won a Literary Classics International Book Award gold medal for YA horror and a Moonbeam Award bronze medal in YA horror. While doing her undergrad in English she studied abroad in Edinburgh, focusing on Scottish occult literature and folklore.
Sadly, A.R. Meyering passed away in 2021.
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#BookTour "Prince of the Fallen (Record of the Sentinel Seer: Book 1)" by M.H. Woodscourt
November 14, 2021 October 31, 2021 ~ Felicia Denise	~ Leave a comment
Record of the Sentinel Seer: Book One
Adult/Science-Fantasy
Date Published: October 21, 2021
Publisher: True North Press
Abandoned in the wilderness as a child, Lekore lives with ghosts and fallen gods. Everything changes when he summons fire to rescue a traveling princess and her entourage. Wounded, he's brought to a civilization unlike anything he's ever known.
Caught in a net of silk and secrets, Lekore finds himself ensnared by court intrigue, midnight assassins, and a deviant faction of the Church of the Sun Gods—all hunting his blood and power.
He just wants to find the man who deserted him, until a storm rises out of the north, furious enough to destroy the city and outlying lands. Now Lekore must find the source of its wrath, deep in the wilds of the deadly Lands Beyond, if only he can flee a city that won't let him escape.
"Gods protect me!"
As though in answer to Princess Talanee's prayer, the flame of the holy torch leapt into a brilliant, churning arc. Intense heat and a deafening roar scored the air near her face. Flames encircled her without touching her skin, then stretched fiery fingers toward the Tawloomez warrior, who cried out as he and his fellows stumbled backward. They turned tail and dashed down the steps as the flames gave chase.
Talanee stood stunned, enthralled by the unending flame shooting up and out from the torch she held in trembling hands. She turned her eyes upward and found nothing but the brilliant sun in its sky to signify divine intervention. Could her prayer have worked? A breeze tugged at her hair, and she glanced down at the battlefield. The arc of fire had reached the bottom of the tower, and all the Tawloomez warriors cowered, corralled within it.
Talanee started down the steps, gripping the torch in her hands as it poured forth the terrible wrath of her beloved Sun Gods.
At the bottom-most step, she stopped. The Kel soldiers had flinched back, even Lord Lieutenant Rez, though he held his sword before him.
A breeze breathed across Talanee's neck, but the fire of the torch maintained its vigil over the trapped Tawloomez, unerring despite the rising wind that tossed her hair. She resisted the urge to release the blazing torch with even one hand. Her eyes followed the trail of her hair in the sky—and she spotted him.
A figure perched on a ruined wall across from the tower. He was slender, barely a man, with the palest, longest blue hair she'd ever beheld, and eyes of red like all the Kel race, but these eyes blazed as though they held the wreathing fire. A tattered black cloak billowed behind him in the growing windstorm. One arm rose before him, hand splayed.
As she watched, he snapped his fingers into a fist. The fire of the torch died. The wreath of flame wisped into smoke and vanished.
The Tawloomez had seen the young man, too. With a cry, one heathen jabbed his finger toward the stranger. "Akuu! Nu jas Akuu-Ry!"
The Tawloomez stumbled backward, eyes wide, nearly wild, some dropping their weapons. They fled from the young man, racing northwest. One stumbled on grit and struck his knees, then dragged himself upright and sprinted on.
The Kel soldiers, still stunned, didn't rally to cut off their retreat.
In the ringing silence that followed, Lord Lieutenant Rez dragged long strands of blue hair from his perspiring face as he found his voice. "See to the wounded!"
Talanee released a low breath and let her numb fingers drop the cold torch. Her eyes returned to the young man upon the ruin. His gaze met hers across the wide space. His brow creased, and he threw out his hand as the slap of feet sounded behind her.
She whirled to face a lone, charging Tawloomez, scissor knife in his hand, its several blades glinting under the dazzling sun. Her fingers gripped the torch, prepared to brandish it like her missing sword.
The wind changed direction. The strange young man from the ruin landed on the packed earth beside her, as though he'd taken flight upon the breeze to reach her.
He lifted a narrow, curved sword against the Tawloomez. Metal sang across the air as their weapons struck.
The Tawloomez gritted his teeth and spat out the same foreign phrase, this time like a curse word: "Akuu-Ry!"
The young man took a single step forward, and the Tawloomez's brown eyes widened, the green paint of his face shimmering as though to reflect his fear.
"Leave, Tauw-Nijar, and I shall not do you harm," said the young man in lilting tones.
The Tawloomez snarled and threw a long sliver of metal at Talanee. She yelped and tried to dodge as the young man shoved her aside. The tiny, glinting object caught his arm. A hiss was all the noise he made, but he sank to his knees and the sword clattered from his hand.
The Tawloomez sneered and swiped the scissor knife at the boy's throat, but an arrow pierced his chest before he met his target. He grunted and fell, his swinging arm catching the young man's shoulder, biting into the flesh in three distinct stripes.
A second arrow sank into the heathen's chest, and the warrior crashed backward against the white stone stairs. Blood bloomed across his snake-bone necklace and down his front. He offered up a last gurgling breath, then his eyes turned to glass.
Talanee allowed the satisfaction of his passing to shiver across her skin, then she turned to the young man kneeling beside her. He looked up to meet her stare, and for a moment Talanee couldn't move. His eyes still wielded that strange light like a fire burned within him, yet the clarity there made her feel as though he had stripped her bare to see every thought, every lie, every desire, every fear.
His eyes flicked to the dead Tawloomez. His hand snaked out for his sword near the fallen warrior.
"Don't touch it. Don't move." Rez's voice rang through the ruins as he raced across the field, red cape flowing behind him, to join Talanee and the strange young man. An archer ran with him, another arrow nocked and aimed at the stranger.
The young man's fingertips brushed the sword. As Talanee looked on, the weapon vanished. Gone, as though the very air had swallowed it!
The stranger staggered to his feet. His pale hair, long and straight, rippled like water as it settled down his back and against his ankles. He offered a strained smile and raised his arm into the air. The wind howled, drawing his hair into a whirlwind, carrying the scent of wild things. He bounded upward, and the wind lifted him into the sky, above the tower, above the armored soldiers and Sun Priests, above Talanee and the grasslands. He leapt impossibly high and moved away in an arc, as though he could fly.
"Halt!" Rez slowed his pace and came to a stop beside Talanee, eyes lifted heavenward as the archer's second arrow missed its mark. "By the Sun Gods, what is it we've seen?"
Talanee shook her head. "The very will of the Sun Throne, Lord Lieutenant. What else could it be?"
"Was he real?"
Talanee's eyes lowered as she sought an answer. Blood stained the scissor knife lying beside its dead owner. "I think he was." She traced a rising sun before her chest. "Sun Gods be praised. I think he was."
Rez stirred from his watch of the sky. "Should we…try to complete the ceremony again, Your Highness?"
Talanee glanced at the fallen torch. "I don't think we have to, Lord Lieutenant. The rite was already accepted, or we wouldn't be alive." She glanced around for the priests and found several slain, blood staining their white robes, while the rest cowered beneath the carriages. No one protested her assumption.
Next time, the Holy Hakija had better send his Sun Warriors rather than these cowards.
Rez eyed the priests and nodded. "Then we should return to Inpizal, Your Highness. There are wounded to tend, and we must report all that's happened."
"Of course." Talanee stooped to pick up the torch. "The king needs to know. And we should consult the Hakija." She picked up her hem and glided toward her carriage, where Keerva and her other handmaids huddled inside, waiting. Talanee glanced back toward the tower. Her gaze drifted north, where the young man had vanished in the air.
Would she ever see him again, or had he traveled from the very Sun Throne to aid her and her people?
Writer of fantasy, magic weaver, dragon rider! Having spent the past 20 years devotedly writing fantasy, it's safe to say M. H. Woodscourt is now more fae than human.
All of her fantasy worlds connect with each other in a broad Universe, forged with great love and no small measure of blood, sweat, and tears. When she's not writing, she's napping or reading a book with a mug of hot cocoa close at hand while her quirky cat Wynter nibbles her toes.
Learn more at www.mhwoodscourt.com
#BookBlitz "Child of Awareness: Book 1 of the Redeeming Grace Trilogy (Usuriel Multiverse)" by Abigail Silver
I'm happy to share this beautifully illustrated novel, Child of Awareness with you all today! Read on for more details!
Child of Awareness (Redeeming Grace Trilogy, Book One)
Publication Date: July 2021
Genre: NA Sci-Fi/ Fantasy/ Illustrated
Intended Age Group: New Adult (targeted at 18+)
Gracie's fire burns holes in the fabric of spacetime. A friendship with her long-dead sister and unsettling dreams can't penetrate the dark mystery of her father's past. If her light can't illuminate the truth, her father and everything she loves may be lost.
Blending science fiction, fantasy, and family drama, Child of Awareness introduces us to the flawed, immortal Usuriel Family. Called a "masterclass in world building," this sweeping coming-of-age story weaves in themes of loss, belonging, and first romance.
Trigger Warnings:
Mature language, implied sexuality, violence, self-harm, and child neglect
Chapter 1 – My First Heartbreak
The first time I met my father I didn't know anything about his history. In fact, I didn't know he existed until I was old enough to read.
As a young child, I knew little outside of the yellowing paint and peeling wallpaper of my mother's apartment. Occasionally Mother and I traveled to an outdoor park. She'd push me on the swings, a smile on her gaunt face and her dyed blonde hair up in a messy bun. That was rare. More often, my mother slept during the day and didn't have the energy to take me places in the daylight. Thus, those stained walls contained most of my world.
Not to say that my mother was unloving. Each day she brushed my hair, tutting at how my wavy red strands tangled.
"My hair was just like this when I was a little girl," she'd say, running her fingers through its silky length. "And so was my nose – covered in freckles, just like yours!" The warm pad of her thumb would wiggle the tip of my nose and I'd giggle. Her smile lit up my whole world. "Ah well, at least you got your father's eyes."
"What was my father like?"
A dreamy look would come into her lined face and she'd pull me into her lap. "He's very handsome. And powerful. I think you'll like him." Her arms squeezed me tight. "One day I'll take you to meet him."
That day never came.
Like all small children, the rest of my early years have been reduced to a few bright flashes of color and the smell of old tobacco smoke. The last memory I have of my mother, however, has not faded or blurred with age.
I was about five at the time and home alone in our apartment, playing with a stack of chipped wooden blocks. After a time, I rummaged up a bowl of rice crackers from our pantry. I nibbled the edge of one. Stale, but still edible. Standing on tiptoe, I ran the tap into a battered plex drinking cup we kept near the sink. Bringing my prizes with me to the living room, I grinned at my growing block metropolis on the stained rug.
Voices in the hall. My head shot up.
"Stay quiet and…" my mother had said as she walked out the door, waiting as always for me to fill in the end of the phrase.
"Don't open the door," I'd intoned dutifully.
With a smile and a kiss on my brow, she'd left in a cloud of perfume and fake fur.
Her instructions had never been tested before. No one ever knocked. The only time the door slid open was at my mother's palm. To say I was startled at the loud, sudden rapping from the entrance hall is an understatement.
A spooked rabbit, I scurried toward the relative safety of the bedroom. One scuffed shoe caught the edge of my block tower and it fell in a loud jumble behind me.
"Hello?" called a muffled voice through the door.
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Walnut Street: Phantom Rider (A Botanic Hill Detectives Mystery)
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Objects of value have been disappearing from the Mayfield family's rural California horse ranch. The Botanic Hill Detectives—Moki Kalani, Rani Kumar, and twins Lanny and Lexi Wyatt—are hired to come for a week to investigate.
Legend has it somewhere on the Mayfields' forty-acre property is a long-lost gold mine. It was supposedly staked by thirteen-year-old Ben Mayfield's five-time great-grandfather, "Papa" Mayfield, in 1875.
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An unforgettable fantasy debut inspired by West African mythology, this is Children of Blood and Bone meets The Little Mermaid, in which a mermaid takes on the gods themselves.
A way to survive.
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Simi prayed to the gods, once. Now she serves them as Mami Wata—a mermaid—collecting the souls of those who die at sea and blessing their journeys back home.
But when a living boy is thrown overboard, Simi does the unthinkable—she saves his life, going against an ancient decree. And punishment awaits those who dare to defy it.
To protect the other Mami Wata, Simi must journey to the Supreme Creator to make amends. But all is not as it seems. There's the boy she rescued, who knows more than he should. And something is shadowing Simi, something that would rather see her fail. . . .
Danger lurks at every turn, and as Simi draws closer, she must brave vengeful gods, treacherous lands, and legendary creatures. Because if she doesn't, then she risks not only the fate of all Mami Wata, but also the world as she knows it.
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Come Along On a One-Day, Three-Stop Antarctic Wildlife Adventure
Dessert first, anyone? Never before had I wolfed down freshly baked butterscotch-chip cookies and coffee for breakfast, but trust me, it's not an unpleasant way to begin a day in the Antarctic (or anywhere else, I suspect). It's also a rapid way to fuel up if it's 4 a.m. and you're in a hurry to pull on boots, gloves, a hat and four layers of warm clothing and climb into a Zodiac boat for the first of three—three!—expeditions in the same day at major bird and seal breeding grounds on the remote, remarkable wonder of the world that is South Georgia Island.
We arrived at Salisbury Plain on South Georgia Island in time to watch the Sun rise over a vast expanse of king penguins and elephant and fur seals.
Those of you who already have been following our three-week trip to Antarctica aboard the Russian oceanographic vessel the Akademik Sergey Vavilov (and if you haven't been following, please feel free to scroll down or look at the index on the right to find earlier posts) have seen amazing photos from Tierra del Fuego, the Falkland Islands, the open ocean and parts of South Georgia Island. Prepare for more.
On this day Pamelia and I and our shipmates would wander through the beautiful landscapes, wildly changing weather and extraordinary wildlife at Salisbury Plain, Prion Island and Elsehul, three of the gems of South Georgia Island. We would see a total of 25 animal species, including four types of albatrosses, three kinds of seals, and a trio of penguin varieties. It would be another day-of-a-lifetime, of which this trip had provided several already. I will let the pictures below tell the story.
The king penguins and their brown, fluffy chicks filled the plain around us in every direction on South Georgia Island's largest coastal plain.
Salisbury Plain is home to South Georgia's greatest king penguin colony. See our previous posts, below, for more on these regal, remarkable animals.
Waves of king penguins came ashore and joined the masses on the plain. The ocean is home to these penguins for most of their lives, during the months when they're not breeding or molting (as many of them were at this time).
Fur seals popped up between the clumps of tussock grass. I had learned the hard way about the aggressiveness of these seals (see our post "Don't Mess With a Fur Seal") and would hear several weeks later about a bloody encounter: A passenger on another Antarctic voyage soon after ours suffered a severed artery when bitten here at Salisbury Plain by a fur seal. The injury required the ship to rendezvous with a British Navy vessel at sea and transfer the man for emergency surgery in the Falkland Islands.
Southern giant petrels scouted the plain for prey, specifically penguin chicks.
The eyes and bill of the Southern giant petrel are equally striking. Note the tube on the bill, part of a system that seabirds have evolved over millions of years for excreting salt from the sea water that they drink.
Pamelia spent one-on-one time with certain king penguins for ink studies that she would paint later. We'll soon share more of those studies and her time-lapse videos of herself painting them.
Once again we felt we were standing in one of the most breathtaking places on Earth.
As many of you know, we've brought the young Charles Darwin back to life at The Naturalist's Notebook and he was with us, enjoying his first voyage to the Antarctic. He's been writing his own blog about his trip.
The weather took a dramatic shift as we prepared to board the Zodiacs and return to the ship for a brief rest before heading to our next landing site, Prion Island. It was still just 7 a.m.
Soon we were on the rough seas in a Zodiac again, this time bound for Prion Island, home to wandering albatrosses on the nest and—at long last—rare South Georgia pipits for Pamelia and me to see.
A male Southern elephant seal stood sentry along the narrowing channel we had to negotiate to reach Prion Island.
We caught our first good glimpse of a leopard seal—a species that can grow to more than 11 feet long and is second only to killer whales among Antarctic predators. He was resting and presumably waiting for a chance to devour one of the gentoo penguins that were nesting and swimming nearby.
We ascended an icy wooden observation walkway (the only such visitor trail we would encounter on our three-week Antarctic voyage) to get a look at the wandering albatrosses nesting in the tussock grass.
Wandering albatrosses are extraordinary birds. They have the largest wingspan of any avian species (up to 11-and-a-half feet) and can live for 50 years if not done in by getting snagged on baited longline fishing hooks, which kill about 100,000 albatrosses of all kinds each year.
The wandering albatrosses that we saw on the nests were seven-month-old juveniles. Our ship ornithologist, Simon Boyes, affectionately called this one Albert. Young Albert had been waiting for days for his parents—amazing long-distance flyers, as all albatrosses are—to return from a 3,100-mile flight to the waters off Brazil to gather food that they would regurgitate to feed him.
Wandering albatrosses flying along with a ship have always been thought of by sailors as a good omen—a mythology made famous by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's 1798 poem "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner," in which the mariner shoots an albatross that has just led his ship to safety from an Antarctic ice jam. The mariner and his ship suffer the consequences. We don't believe in omens, but seeing Albert certainly felt like a lifetime moment of good fortune.
Nearly as thrilling as standing a few yards from a wandering albatross was finding and photographing a South Georgia pipit, a species that had been endangered by the invasive brown rats in South Georgia. (See our previous Antarctic post for more on the extreme efforts underway to eradicate the rats.) These pipits hover in the air before diving into the tussock grass to catch insects. I was able to watch this one wandering and hunting in the grass for several minutes.
After a few hours back on board the Akademik Sergey Vavilov, we embarked on our final expedition of the day, to Elsehul, home to breeding gentoo penguins, fur seals, gray-headed albatrosses and light-mantled albatrosses. And also a macaroni penguin colony—that grayish patch within the green on the mountainside.
Here's a (blurry) closeup of the colony. Macaroni penguins are closely related to rockhopper penguins and share the ability to climb up steep rocky hills to reach seemingly inaccessible spots like this.
Some of the macaroni penguins were swimming.
Pamelia and I were bundled up again the strong winds and pelting snow.
Fur seals were watching us. Often visitors are not allowed to go ashore at at Elsehul because the breeding male fur seals are too aggressive (or because the waves and weather make landings impossible). Throughout our time at Elsehul, we had to be extremely careful not to intrude on the fur seals' space—and there were a lot of them around, often blending in with the rocks.
We headed off on a rocky climb.
Seal (and skua and petrel and penguin?) bones littered the ground—so many of them that one of the expedition members, noted wildlife filmmaker Peter Bassett, later put together a comical mock horror film in which the nesting gentoo penguins were bloodthirsty killers responsible for turning Elsehul into a boneyard.
We were on our way through muck and tussock grass to see penguins and albatrosses.
We soon encountered more gentoo penguins stomping around with their webbed, peach-colored feet.
Gentoos are playful, long-tailed penguins and, at 30 inches, the third-tallest of all penguin species.
Yes, this gentoo's nest was made mostly of bones. Cue the horror music!
Most of the nests were made of mud and stones. Male and female gentoos take turns on the nests (which contain two eggs) for a month, trading places every one to three days.
A nest builder in action.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that we were on one of the world's most remote and wildlife-rich islands watching these amazing animals.
The penguins and fur seals shared some of the same ground, though the penguins quickly moved aside if a fur seal charged through.
The albatrosses were nesting on the cliffside ahead of us.
Our first look at a gray-headed albatross, a threatened species whose numbers are continuing to decline.
A nesting gray-headed albatross like this one lays one egg in a year. If the chick survives, its parents will take a year off before breeding again. In that year, these remarkable flyers might circle the globe more than once.
I had seen a light-mantled albatross once before on the trip (see earlier post), but not this close.
As we started to make our way back through the nesting gentoos, the fur seals again watched us and sometimes rumbled threateningly in our direction.
This shot gives a feel for the density of gentoo nests we saw.
There's a glimpse of that long tail, a distinguishing trait of not just gentoos but also two other types of penguins (chinstraps and adelies).
On the Zodiac ride back to the ship, we again watched the swimming macaroni penguins and steered close to short to revisit their hillside colony.
By dinner time on this mid-November Monday at the bottom of the world, Pamelia and I were back on the Akademik Sergey Vavilov, once again energized and exhausted and exhilarated. We had been phenomenally fortunate over the previous few days, thanks in no small part to the efforts of the One Ocean Expedition team and the Russian captain and crew. Visitors to South Georgia Island—and there aren't that many of them—sometimes are able to go ashore only once or twice (or not at all) because of waves, weather and breeding-season restrictions. We had gone ashore at an unheard-of seven spots on the island. Seven. All of them unforgettable.
Let by Mark Carwardine, the renowned British wildlife photographer, zoologist, conservationist and writer who had set up this entire trip, we and our fellow adventurers raised glasses of champagne in a toast to all we had seen. And to the final, crowning destination ahead.
"Next stop, Antarctica," said Mark. . —Craig Neff and Pamelia Markwood
Tags South Georgia Island, South Georgia, Salisbury Plain, Prion Island, Elsehul, Pamelia Markwood, Craig Neff, gentoo penguins, fur seals, Antarctica, Antarctic trip, One Ocean Expeditions, Akademik Sergey Vavilov, South Georgia pipit, macaroni penguins, gray-headed albatross, light-mantled albatross, wandering albatross, albatross on nest, penguin nest, The Naturalist's Notebook, Naturalist's Notebook, leopard seal
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