First Post of April

Not a whole lot going on.  It's slow going for both myself and my co-author.  I trying to write a story using Irish Mythology as the base as some may know.  But this story is coming almost painfully slow to me.  I am hoping to commission some artwork in near future for it to inspire to work on it as sometimes seeing the characters drawn up pumps me up with the drive I need to work on my projects.  Secondly I apologize for how long it is taking for my release of Wurm's Blood, but I want it good not done Friday so to speak.  My co author is very slowly going over the work paying close attention to all the minute details.  Well not much more to say, but if you'd like to see what I'm currently working on a have couple tiny snippets up on Deviantart.  You can find them here.

Snippet 01: CoC: Book 1 First Ones:

Snippet 02: CoC: Book 1: First Ones:

And if you would like to help support me and like my works (If you haven't bought it yet you can find my epic fantasy book, Ashes of the Fallen Book on the links below)

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The Last Marching Orders aka Last Update For March

For now I have finally actually settled on my next project after having just recently finished Wurm's Blood.  I am still waiting on my co-author to work on it some for editing the proof and it's been slow going as he seems to lack motivation.  So I have started my next project, The Cycles of Conquest.  This project is at its core based after Irish Mythology, namely The Book of Invasions.  The first novel in this series I have entitled The First Ones.  So far the premise for this first book shall be about the first ones to land and attempt to settle the island of Eirren, and the trails and tribulations they experience in the attempt.

Here is a snippet of what I just recently wrote up for you to sample:
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Wide grins of anticipation and excitement plastered to their faces, Tuan and Cian Cecht sat upon the rails leading up to the beginning of the bowsprit, “You are sure it wasn’t just another of her fever dreams and it really was a true Vision?”

Tuan’s grin had refused to leave his face even as he defended his claims to his golden haired friend, “Faith, Cian.  Even Finn knew it for a true Vision. Would you dare doubt The Word of one of the most powerful druids left in this world.  I believe in my mother’s Gift of the Sight.  Once She had foreseen….”

“Cian, please come down and play with me.”  A little golden haired girl, their junior by eight years, pleaded and interrupted Tuan.  She nervously sucked on a bit of her tunic’s collar which she had pulled towards her mouth; her head remained downcast, unable to look up into the faces of the two boys.

Cian had turned to face her and gestured dismissively with his left hand at his little sister, Ciara, “Go away.  We are discussing and doing important things right now.  We don’t have time to play silly girl games.”

Tuan patiently watched as the little girl had summoned up her courage, and had taken a single step closer towards them, “Important things?  Maybe I can help?”  she suggested in a very meek and muffled voice as she still had part of her tunic’s collar in her mouth.

A slight tone of anger edged Cian’s voice as he attempted to drive her off with his brusque manner, “I told you this is important man stuff.  Now go away Ciara.  Get Bronagh or Ruad to play with you.  We want to be the first ones to see land.”

She had rushed forward in excitement; proclaiming proudly and in a louder then usual for her voice, “I wanna see!”

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I will type more later when I have more to say.

For those who may not know I also have a website.  Check it out:

https://sites.google.com/site/forsakentomes/home

I have recently updated it with fresh links and everything :D  My co-author is slowly and I mean slowly still going over the mss so hopefully we have it done before the end of next month.  Well not much more to say so I'll end it here for now.

Another Update on Wurm's Blood

I have done the first edit of the Proof for Wurm's Blood.  Now my co-author is editing the proof and having me go over his edits.  Hopefully have it finished up as soon as possible.  Not really a whole lot more to say on the matter so I shall end it here for now.

WURM'S BLOOD UPDATE

For those that Care On the Final Stages of Wurm's Blood Project at last.  I ordered the Proof today.  I just have to make sure everything is good in the Proof once I get it in and then I shall release it  for sale.

For Those That Are Interested

Wurm's Blood is currently on hold as I am still waiting on my co-author to write up the final fight scene. I promise those that care that once this has been written up I will put it into the main document and then have the proof ordered so I can start editing the proof copy and once that is done I will put it up for sale on both the nook and on lulu for those that prefer a hard copy to a digital. I have also started trying to write up my other projects, such as Records of The Last War.




Here is a sampling/rough draft of what I have so far for it.




CHAPTER I


8013 C.A. 14th of Charch, Wintertide


Up from the mud, nations struggled to arise, only to passionately burn away, and then from the ashes raise up once more ending lamentably in the same manner of nothingness. Again and again, and on and on endlessly repeating this pattern of birth, destruction, rebirth. Nations were only a creation of the powerful, and yet as elusive as an individual’s ability to obtain true freedom. Such were the thoughts of a young refugee from the fallen Kingdom of Poltan as he shivered beneath the scrap of cloth that served as his only warmth in the carriage bound for The Kirach Republic. His remaining brother, Gediminas, and mother, Ulsa seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts as they stared out at the falling snow.


Lovingly Azuolas’ fingers traced over the gilded text and leather cover of the only book to have survived the fire; a gift upon turning thirteen by his late father. The Imperial Ruskhaan Army had burned everything in retaliation against The Poltan Revolutionists. The Poltan Revolution, which had started so quietly ended in a loud blaze of flames before even a single shot could be heard. The Ruskhaan had ruined everything he cherished so deeply; his home, his country, three of his five brothers, his father, and the handful of books his father had been able to afford to buy for him, save the one in his lap. Unlike his other brothers he sensed he had retained a special bond between his father and himself even as he had grown into manhood. Tears fell from Azuolas’ sadly smiling face as he remembered the first time his father had stubbornly attempted to pound the concepts of mathematics into his brain, and even more importantly to Azuolas the ability to read. He had devoured every book placed into his eager young hands as he had found himself lost in the world of words. His mind had been over eager for more and he had often grown sullen or sulked when he learned that his father could not afford another book so quickly. He tried to push those memories aside as he once more found himself, like his remaining family, gazing out the carriage’s window.


A distraught sigh had brought his attention towards his mother, who had stopped looking out the window and had simply stared now at her lap, not even bothering to wrap the shawl about her shoulders tighter, despite the chill wintertide air. He leaned forward and adjusted it for her, deeply concerned. She had not been the same since the fire, which had destroyed their home and killed his father. He had found himself taking daily care of her basic needs. Fear gnawed at the back of Azuolas’ mind that one day her heart would simply stop; leaving Gedy, his nickname from youth for his little brother, and himself alone in the world. He had lost so much so quickly that he did not feel ready to let go of her just yet.


After adjusting her shawl he took hold of her freezing hand and squeezed it. She looked up at him and smiled softly. Her cold hand pressed against the side of his face as she whispered misty eyed at Azuolas, “So much like your father.” Then her hand and head both fell as he saw in her eyes that she had been desperately fighting back against her tears, momentarily trying to be strong for her two remaining sons.


He felt the carriage slowing and poked his head outside the window. His hazel eyes narrowed as he squinted through the heavy snowfall to glimpse a silhouetted blur of an intimidating, roughly box shaped building. Azuolas supposed it to be the checkpoint between Weigar and Kirach.


The halting of the carriage before the road barricade had sent the occupants of the carriage lurching forward despite it’s deceleration. His hand had reached out to steady his mother from falling onto the floor.

Another Update on Wurm's Blood

The last scenes had been gone over, except the one my co-author has to write up.  Once that is written up the book will be ready for me to proof and then sale.  Yay!  So hopefully see it done soon.  Not much more to say. :D