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Friday, April 22, 2016

The Part the Doesn't Burn


The Part That Doesn’t Burn
Goetia Series
Book One
Sam Poling

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

Date of Publication: March 23rd, 2016

ISBN: 9781310401916
ASIN: B01BW0Q2Y4

Number of pages: 319
Word Count: 97,000

Cover Artist: Cora Graphics

Book Description:

In an overpopulated city-state where technology and magic are forbidden by the corrupt church, young witch, Mirabel Fairfax, plots the creation of a deadly plague to cull the burdensome rabble.

That is, until she falls in love with the very alchemist she has been deceiving.

Now, with soul-hungry geists flooding the city, the church scrambling for their prey, and her own mind at war with itself, Mirabel must decide what she's fighting for before she loses everything to the evils of Autumnfall.







 Why Authors Like to Write About Witches

I’m Sam Poling, author of the dark fantasy novel THE PART THAT DOESN’T BURN. Perhaps suiting the title, my novel features a fire witch on the run from being burned herself by a corrupt church. She was a natural character to work with, and active as they come. There’s something about witches in fantasy that make them a reliable and powerful trope for writers and readers alike.

But what the heck is a witch anyway? What breathes sustaining life into the witch subject is simply that it has no solid definition. Sure, zombies and vampires can change from franchise to franchise, but far too much stays the same. Witches can encompass everything the vampire and the rest of the undead enjoy, along with endless other facets. The writer is free to define them from the ground up, and the reader is allowed to learn everything about the dark enchanters all over again, in each new story.

Ancient knowledge, demonology, sorcery, necromancy: everything is on the table. With some many ingredients, the writer can bring back everything they (and their audience) loves, which keeping it original and fresh. Go ahead and redefine necromancy, redefine fate, forbidden love, the concept of time, and perhaps even hell itself. You can pick-&-choose the best aspects of the tropes, and fill in the holes with your own variations at every step. It’s having your cake and eating it too.

What does stick to the witch, however, is the flavor of darkness, misconception, mystery, and danger. That spooky, forbidden “taste” of witchcraft oozes from the pages. Turns out, those who enjoy dark fantasy love their forbidden darkness. And writers can use that to weave a tale capable of anything.

Personally, I feel the element of danger is witch’s most attractive aspect. They live in fear of discovery. The fear losing friends and family, of being burned at the stake, of losing control of their own mind and soul. Perhaps, fear of the craft itself. Witchcraft in fiction is often a power struggle between the deadliest of contenders, and a struggle with darkness itself. It is risk versus reward. Conflict. It is the stuff plots are made of. After all, the life of a fiction witch can never be an easy one. Always trouble.

A strong witch character is a beast of ambition. They are and ought to be active characters with clear goals, not a passive breed of do-nothings. Too many novice and beginning writers fall into that trap of passiveness, but a properly deployed witch will never allow that to happen. They scream for power, for schemes, for masteries, and for peril. They drag the writer along with them, whether for good, evil, or both. In this, they make us better storytellers, as the best sort of characters always do.

Review:

I love books about witches and this one grabbed me from the first page. This author has created a world I want to fall into and never come up for air. How wonderful!

Mirabel is a fiesty character filled with spirit and a brave heart-I am turning the pages fast enough to finish this one in the next day or so. 

5/5


Excerpt:

Mirabel waited in the darkness.  Each passing second made it exponentially less likely the power would return.
“Mirabel? Did we lose power?” Felix’s voice quivered in the darkness.
“It should return momentarily.”
They waited. Mirabel could practically feel Felix’s demeanor evaporating.
“M-Mirabel?”
“Unbelievable, the singular time I am protecting company on the geistlines, a train dies. We are not coal powered. We are coming to a stop. Perhaps your pessimism rang true. Sour fortune must have followed you from Haugen. We need to leave.”
“L-leave? As in, leave the train, and go out there?”
“Felix, without power the only thing stopping a geist from swooping in here and taking your face off is nothing. One hundred percent nothing. Essentially, we already have the cons of being outside, along with the narrow space of being inside. Not a survivable combination.”
Without hesitation Felix took to gathering his tools, and corralling them into his bags.
“No time for that.”
She tugged him out of their room and through the train car. One side of the car featured the cabins. Asleep and unaware, no one else left their rooms. Windows with their blinds drawn and a faint cyan shimmering through adorned the other side.
“They’re lining both sides of the tracks. How long do we have?” said Felix.
“Geist behavior is a constant mystery, even to me, but eventually some will strike. Even those with eternity run out of patience.”
They reached the door to the next car and Mirabel mashed on the panel. Nothing. No power, no doors. She tried the manual handle, but it wouldn’t budge. If only Miss Perfect-Priestess were here, then the door wouldn’t be able to fly open fast enough.
“Oh bother,” she said.
“Door haunted too?”
“Handle denies me. Seems rusted, and I wonder if they automatically power lock.”
She could barely make out Felix’s nervous wince. “I wouldn’t expect that, Mirabel. Emergency situations would turn fatalities.”
“That is not happening with us.” She put her weight on the lever. It didn’t amount to much, and the lever knew it.
“Let me try.”
Felix consisted of average build and height, if not a tad lanky. Certainly not the strong type. Petite Mirabel stood quite small, a whole head shorter, also not the strong type, but she expected she could generate more strength. The alchemist didn’t have the mind for it.
“Felix, darling, put your hands here.” She directed his hands next to hers. “Press down on three, yes?”
Violet light washed over the handle they gripped before she got to “one.” She didn’t have to turn around to know its source. It traveled up her arms and across the door. If another passenger had opened a blind, the light source wouldn’t be nearing them.
“Three-three-three,” she shouted.
Felix threw down on the handle alongside her. Perhaps he did have the mind for it when terrified. With a shriek the lever punched into the open position, and the partners threw their hands into the crevice at the door’s left.
“Get the blasted thing open. Pull, Felix, do not look back.”
She made a mistake. Everyone looks back when instructed not to. He turned his neck and got an eyeful of something that forced a spate foul language. Such words didn’t suit him. Pulling with whatever force her slender arms could muster, she joined his blunder and looked over her shoulder.
A geist, two-thirds down the corridor, drifted closer. Its face partially lifted from its head, hanging a few inches from where it belonged. The glowing wisp mimicked the body it used to have, but poorly. The translucent skin melted and slid ever downward. She knew the face would contort any moment: the precursor to assault. And it had the gut-wrenching violet hue. Of all the geists to enter first, it had to be a damned giftgeist. She had no hope of generating enough magic to destroy it before it reached them.
The broken door started to grind open. She fit her thin body part way into the opening. Her heels dug into the carpet and her back braced against the door’s narrow edge, with her hands pressing against the wall. “Felix, pull.”
The geist twisted into a monster far fiercer than before; its face warped into elongated grief and its jaw stretched to the side to give a dry, raspy howl. Passengers meandering into the hall heard it. They slung their own screams and ran the opposite way. The worst decision during a geistline incident: running toward the rear of the train. They wouldn’t live long.
She reached above her head and flicked her fingers. “You want electricity, you fromping door? H-have some.” More white flashes fluttered between her fingers with each flick. “Come on, I had this spell mastered yesterday.”
“Mirabel? Mirabel,” yelped Felix. “It’s-it’s coming.”
“Simmer. I am focusing.”
“Focus faster!”
With a final flick, current rushed from the witch’s fingertips up into the door mechanisms. She had no idea what it accomplished, but the lights around the immediate vicinity flashed, including the door panel. Her left hand dropped and swatted it. The door grinded opened halfway before its lights died again. Halfway gave them more than enough space. The partners darted through into the next car. Glancing back, Mirabel saw the geist stop and turn to its side. Another passenger had peeked out of their cabin an arm’s length from the specter. It shot from Mirabel’s view before the rattled cries of a man and woman reached her ears.
Felix stopped as abruptly as the geist had. “It’s attacking someone.”
“Keep moving.”
“Mirabel, you’ve got to do something, there are three cars full of people back there.”
“And we are the only valuable ones.”



About the Author:

Sam Poling has been writing fantasy and science fiction for the thrill of it his entire life, from short stories to screenplays. His love for each of the subgenres led to dedication to writing genre-skirting fiction with all the elements that make up the human condition. He holds a strong enthusiasm for medical studies and currently works as a medical assistant in a large clinic while taking classing for nursing. He also serves on a health and safety committee, including disaster preparedness and infection control. His interest in epidemiology and medical science tends to spill over into his writing endeavors.

Author’s site: www.samuelpoling.com


Twitter: @SamuelPoling




Thursday, June 5, 2014

Cry Wolf


There is a boutique hiding out between the fractured, narrow storefronts lining New Gotham’s foggy docks. The shingles are ribbed and black. Washed, peeling paint and displays offering views into wicked leather and lace studded glam. The mannequins are ghoulish beauties stitched together from whatever was left from the last fool to cross one of the sinister witches.

Welcome to Sinister Stitches

“…apparel for a wicked fairy tale.”


A spicy trinity of black magic sisters breathe star-dusted dreams to life with their gothic apparel boutique. They are schooled in the old ways of “fabric-bending” by the Needlewitches of old. With this knowledge, they’ve created an entire line of clothing that all share the same basic design element: one-size fits all. Each garment will magically tailor itself to its wearer once worn. Last time the Witches-Who-Stitch, hosted a literary catwalk, heroines were called from all walks of life and genres to challenge their seamstress skills. This time, their men have joined the fun—apparently, they’ve been sent to the boutique. (Whether they like it, or not.)

The witches were NOT expecting men. Their expertise is usually limited to DEMANDING their husbands NOT wear that in public, and, of course, the fashioning of fantastic clothing for all of literature’s heroines. (New Gotham’s men usually get their goods from Rumpel’s Twisted Threads, BUT that’s beyond the point, the girls put a quill to their interview, changed some bits, and rose to the occasion.)

To enjoy the hilarity, please check out some of the questionnaire Adrianne Brooks’ Gabriel Evans from Kissed by the Moonlight (The Wild Hunt series) was asked to fill out after he swaggered into Sinister Stitches. 

THE WITCHES WHO STITCH QUESTIONNAIRE


Please provide the witches with your name: Gabriel Evans

Please provide the witches with the following:

Hair Color: Blond
Hair Length: [x] Short and Sharp, [ ] Shaggy and Sexy, [ ] Lush and Long
Eye Color:  Amber

Skin Tone: [ ] Ghoulish, [ ] Snow White, [WTF does this one mean?] Cina-baby, [ ] Mochalicious, [ ] Dark Chocolate, [X]  Other: Uhhh…tan. Maybe. Is that a tone?

Please provide the witches with your measurements and body-type.

a.) Height: 6’2

b.) Body Type: [ ] Skeletal, [ ] Lean and Tender, [X] Lean and Tough, [I very much like this description] Ripe and Edible

Do you have any extra extremities? Place an “X” to all that apply.

[ ] Horns or [ ] Halo
[ ] 20 ft. of Hair or More
[ ] Gills and Fins or [ ] Hooves
[ ] Wings (Span:   )
[X] Tail (How many: ) - Does it count if it’s only there part of the time?

How many heads do you have? (Your boy bit doesn’t count!)

(snickering)

Do you have arms and legs? If so, how many?

Depends. Is it a full moon night?

How dead are you? [X] Living, [ ] Undead, [ ] Astral Form

What are you? (Species/Breed)

Hell Hound

What is the occasion? (Ideas include: Wedding, Funeral, Sabbath, etc. Oh, and seduction is a valid occasion. The more details, the better.)

I’m getting married J

What’s the occasion setting? (Beach, haunted castle, grand ball, etc.)

The Seelie Court

Will you be fighting for your life at some point in the evening? 

(sigh) Past experience says yes.

Will you be set on fire? Better yet, will you be setting other people on fire?

I don’t set fires… (naughty grin) unless they’re the kind I can help put out.

Will you be grave-robbing? (Dirt is a tailor’s tedium.)

No. There are no graves to rob. I eat my kills like everyone else.

What are you wearing right now? Who picked that outfit out? (Basically, who let you leave the crypt in those?)

I’m wearing a gray suit, jacket unbuttoned, no tie. I pick out my own clothes. I happen to have excellent taste.

Do you hope to be naked at some point in the evening? (All right, dirty birds. Such questions are actually intended toward the weres and shifters in regards to their transformations.)

Yes please. Thank you for asking.

Describe your last brush with Death in two sentences. (Helps us plan for the unexpected.)

River. Styx.

Do you need a secret compartment for gigantic swords? Guns and condoms? Eyeliner, maybe?

Eyeliner? What the hell is that?

What are your three favorite colors?

I don’t really have…

I don’t…I mean I’ve never really thought about…

Her eyes are blue.

I like blue.

What two colors ninja your brain, sweetie?

I don’t understand what colored ninjas have to do with anything. But I like the fact that you called me ‘sweetie’. Proceed.

Please pick a style that you feel embodies you the best. If none apply, feel free to surprise us by providing your own brilliant description in the “other” slot.

[ ] Dark Angel: This is for the spoonfuls of charming. The good-natured and naughty boys next door types. Thoughtful and sensual. Loyal and intelligent. More often than not, his head is in the clouds, but those dreams and that smile holds hope for all of us. Our philosophers.

[ ] Beast King: This is for the warlords and alphas. The type of men who walk into a room and their presence hushes out the sun. They live in their bodies, but their minds are searching for the next challenge. Hands for fighting and these boots for ass-kickings. Our protectors.

[ ] Smooth Criminal: This is for the bad boys. You know, the types---mother’s worse nightmares. The kind of man that makes your skin itch every time he devours you with that hundred yard stare. Chances are his senses of humor is as wicked as his tongue. To hold him, isn’t to catch him. Our scheming rogues.

[ ] Black Knight: This for the mysteries. The ones no one can quite make heads or tails out off. He’s a mixture, a melting pot of strong, sinister, and sweet. He might be Dark Angel one day, and a Smooth Criminal other days. Our brothers.

[X] Other: I am a creature carved of nightmare. I can quote your name into the scented flesh of your skin like a song whose lyrics I’ve learned by heart. In my mind, charm is a weapon to be used against the unwary. The weak. I have it in spades. It has taken me centuries to perfect the art of being ‘human’ but don’t worry. I have the hang of it now. I am the big bad wolf, and sooner or later I always collect my due.  

Who is your favorite comic/storybook villain?

Spiderman….what do you mean he wasn’t a villain?

If you could be any comic/storybook book hero, who would it be?

Superman. Or maybe Hit-girl. I like her.

Now, tell us who you love the most.

Phaedra. I love Phaedra. I don’t know much about being a human. Sometimes I lose myself. She’s the only thing that sticks. The only thing that makes any sort of sense.

Anything else you’d like to add…

How do I get home from here? She told me to wear a blindfold and…let’s just say that there was a lot of false advertising.

After many barrels of chocolate, a dash of magic, and furious sewing…
Sinister Stitches’ Gothic Dame
Madame Mari presents Gabriel’s
Completed Threads
“Boy Blue”


The fey lingering in the shadows is old, monarch-like butterfly wings dwarf her face in dark shadows, and her flowing Mortisha gown was spun from cobwebs and spider tears. All you can see are her eyes. Slanted, glowing and violet. They’re almost…arachnid. If you’re a woman, you’re just a little disturbed. If you’re a man, you are most intrigued. (If you’re LGBT, you’re lovin’ it.) After all, a Diva never ages. She motions toward the ghoulish mannequin, and a smile pinches her wrinkled, red mouth:  
Welcome to Sinister Stitches, shugah. Now, you’re in the wrong place. Yes, yes, this is a clothing store, but we’re dressmakers. Twisted Threads is that way, dear. You can pick up a business card before you leave. I do think they’re closed today. (That is the only explanation for all this mayhem.) In the meantime, I will fashion you something appropriate to wear on your big day. Let’s talk about color, first. I’m a fan of the unique, and I think we’ve captured that in this suit. We went for a rich, cobalt blue. Something that pops, but that says “sophisticated” prince. Blue, blue, blue. There’s really no contest.

The fabric is 100 Neverland sky cashmere. Regular Cashmere is extremely expensive and very soft. It really isn’t as durable as most other fabrics, and it does not press well. However, Neverland sky has a very light blend of silk and ghost cotton. That will make it as durable as piece of full-pixie dust armor. You should be able to take anything short of a silver bullet in this suit. We’ve also taken great care to make it stain resistant—no need to worry about ruining it in a frenzied moment of passion. Just take care to take it off, beforehand. Usually, in the cases of werewolves, we fashion “tear-away” clothing, but it simply wouldn’t suit this type of suit or the occasion. So, do behave.

In terms of cut, we went with a classic “Italian” thin-man cut. Think “Armani or Gucci.” These suits don’t usually suit wider frames, because they are tailored and form fitting. They’re meant to create harsh and clean lines. We did pad your shoulders just a wee bit to give you that extra balance. We want to really bring out that “triangle” silhouette. We did cut thin lapels, but you’ll note that you do have a vent in the jacket. Most Italian suits don’t feature them, but we figured it would be nice to have the extra freedom of movement. The outfit has a white double-collared shirt and matching cobalt silk tie with elfish striations. And Brenda threw in your Nevernight Aviator shades. But don’t embarrass me, son. You be sure to take them off during the ceremony. Now, here, take your old clothes.

Now, why don’t you go make yourself useful, and go be that girl’s “something blue.”
(And save me a piece of cake!)

IMPORTANT BULLETINS from THE PIXIES:
For more information about Adrianne Brooks’ and Gabriel’s adventures in Kissed by Moonlight (The Wild Hunt series) please check out her author website. Adrianne also invites readers to her Facebook page here.

Care to check out the last round of Sinister Stitches interviews? Check out Sophie Avett and Jennifer Blackstream’s paranormal den, the Brimstone Pub. All SS interviews are retired there after their tour until the release of the SS e-book.
Fancy a tour of New Gotham? Check out New Gotham’s Survival Guide! It might save your life!

For more information about Sophie Avett’s New Gotham Fairy Tales, the Sinister Stitches series, and recent releases, please check out her website.
Image Credit(s):  javiindy

Image Editing Credit(s): Elaina, For the Muse Design

Cry Wolf
A New Gotham Fairy Tale
Sophie Avett

Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance (MM/New Adult)
Publisher: Skeleton Key Publishing
Date of Publication:  May 1, 2014
Number of pages: est. 22 pages
Word Count:  est. 10, 000
Cover Artist: Elaina, For the Muse Design

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Book Description:

There’s a wild animal on the loose in the black forests surrounding New Gotham...

Not that anyone cares.

Well, Peter doesn't care.

Peter Ume is more interested in finding a way to alleviate the skull-numbing boredom of a city wide shut down. So far his ideas for excitement hover between stealing an unwary idiot’s underwear (soul works, too), setting someone’s eyebrows on fire, or stabbing the next person he meets in the eye with a hot French fry.
It turns out, he’ll be able to save assault and theft for a rainy day. As luck would have it, this naughty kitsune is about to meet the big bad wolf.

And man, is the wolf in for a surprise...
Warning: This story can be read as a standalone, but you will want to smack Sophie for it. (Or so the ravens have said.) So, do keep in mind that there is a part two. (And it will be a freebie. Sophie’s Pixies will carrier pigeon everyone more information soon.)

About the Author:

Sophie Avett is kind of a nerd. Like not even one of the cute, hip ones everyone brags about nowadays. More like the socially awkward hippie who eats way too much bread and dreams about being a dragon from behind towers of mythology books. Um...yeah. Picture old, tattered paperbacks and comic books--mostly Batman and Wonder Woman--dwarfing a tiny desk, with just barely enough room for the troll who writes there and the 70 pound hell-hound that insists on laying it's wet nose on top of her bare foot.
Granted not the most exciting existence, but she tries to make up for it by writing romances populated with her own peculiar ilk of paranormal beasties. Trolls, wyverns, the obscure Nordic brownie--she likes to keep things interesting. And bloody. (And mostly naked--but, we'll keep that bit between us.)


Sinister Stitches Boutique Blog: http://sophieavettsinisterstitches.blogspot.com/
Brimstone Pub, the Blog: http://thebrimstonepub.com/

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Glamour





GLAMOUR

Stealing the life she’s always wanted
is as easy as casting a spell.

GLAMOUR:

Townie. That’s what eighteen-year-old Christina Sundy is. All year round she lives in a one-stoplight town on Cape Cod and when summer comes she spends her days scooping ice cream for rich tourists, who she hates. So when one of them takes a job in the ice cream shop alongside her, she’s pissed. Why does a blonde and perky Harvard-bound rich girl like Reese Manning want to scoop ice cream anyway?

Something else weird is happening to Christina: tiny blue sparks seem to be shooting off her fingers. It isn’t long before she realizes the truth about herself—she’s actually a powerful hereditary witch. But her newfound powers are too intense for her to handle and, in a moment of rage, she accidentally zaps Reese into another dimension.

So that no one will notice that the rich girl has disappeared, Christina casts a disguising spell, or “glamour,” and lives Reese’s life while she tries to find a retrieval spell. But as the retrieval spell proves harder than anticipated, and as she goes about living Reese’s life without anyone on the outside noticing the switch, Christina realizes that there’s nothing to stop her from making the glamour permanent... except, of course, her fellow witches, a 16th century demon, and, just maybe, her own conscience.



Excerpt:

An absolutely stunning woman answered our knock. She was tall with dark, wild hair, and razor-thin. When she spoke, her voice was a whiskey-and-cigarettes rasp with a vague, untraceable accent.
“Well, if it isn’t the radiant Bridget Bishop,” the woman said. “Shouldn’t you be making ice cream or something?”
Bridget laughed. “Nadia, I miss you.”
They hugged like old friends. Not that I was jealous, but I was confused. How come I’d never heard of this person? I knew most of Bridget’s friends. It seemed she’d been keeping all the witchy aspects of her life secret from me lo these many years.
“So this is the kid.” Nadia looked at me. I caught a glimpse of her house behind her as she opened the door a little wider. Chelsea Lately played on her television.
“Nadia, this is Christina,” Bridget interjected. “She’s the most powerful natural witch I’ve ever seen.”
Mazel tov. Another teenager who thinks she’s special and different.”
Bridget mock-whispered, “But this one really is.”
“Oh yeah?”
“She performed a quantum banishment. Accidentally.”
“Holy shit. Really?”
I was getting used to being talked about like I wasn’t even there.
“Christina’s powers have been firing off all summer,” Bridget continued. “She’s been casting these very classical spells, real old-school stuff, without even knowing it.”
Nadia took a second to absorb this. “I guess you should come inside then, huh?”



Interview:

1. How did you get started writing? 

I started reading at four and wanted to be a writer since I was six, so basically I can’t remember why or remember a time when there was ever any other idea in my mind.

2. What are your favorite kinds of characters to write about?
I love writing flawed characters, who make mistakes and screw up constantly and are so far from perfect it would be sad if they weren't so god damn delightful in their own entertaining, sometimes regrettable ways. 

3. Heels or flats?
Oh dear god, flats. I'm a walking tour guide by trade, so without arch support I am literally ruined. 

4. Burgers or sushi?

Burgers.
5. Plotter or pantster?
Pantser these days. I find writing a fast rough draft takes less time than laboriously plotting and outlining, is less boring, and essentially amounts to the same thing. 

6. What helps you develop your characters-do you start with them or develop them as the story goes on?
Definitely develop them as the story goes on. I'll start with a certain quality, or event, or even just a name, and work from there: an ambidextrous scooper, a woman living with a ghost, a failed artist, a name I saw on a gravestone that sounded like a lady detective. Then I build out. 

7. Name three things on your desk.
A can of dust destroyer, business cards, and a pen. 

8. Do you write to music?
Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I have no set routines. 

9. What was your favorite scene in Glamour?
I love the scene where they visit Nadia!
10. What are you working on now?
A ghost story about a woman living in a haunted condo in Rockaway Beach (that's in Queens).





About the author:

Andrea Janes writes horror, dark comedy, thrillers, and historical slapstick. She is the author of Boroughs of the Dead: New York City Ghost Stories. She is also a licensed NYC tour guide, and offers a variety of ghostly tours around the city.


Her many obsessions include New York City history, old photographs, Mabel Normand, all things nautical, and beer. She maintains a personal blog over at Spinster Aunt, where she discusses these obsessions in more detail than is probably healthy.