Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Once Reprieved


Reprieve – from Milled English 1300s, involving a sort of postponement – in the literal sense – ‘to test again.  I guess that’s where this author has been for the past year or so.  On a sort of reprieve.  More like a forced sabbatical caused by a car accident that knocked the ol’ melon loose a bit. 

The occurring events forced a big break from major multi-tasking between careers.  Apparently, the brain can only handle so much technology.  Who knew a concussion could melt down to such levels and overload the brains super-highway?  Modern medicine is still catching up on the ramifications of concussions long-term repercussions.  My newly acquired first-hand knowledge – a year of my writing life I’ll never get back.  That all being said – parents, athletes, coaches, etc.; all should take concussions very, very seriously.  One year later and I still can’t sit under fluorescent lighting, or direct light for long intervals.

So, now that I’m finally feeling my brain waves popping and crackling at normal levels again – it’s time for some dang writing!  If the reprieve is over, a whole new path lays ahead.  So, what have I been doing during this down time, you might ask?  Plotting.  Characters, story-lines, marketing, and mayhem.  All the things we authors love.  I finally, just this month, began to read a book on my Nook.  First book in a year – gasp! I know, right?  The torture…  I’ve missed so much – so many heroes, villains, hotties, and heroines.

And speaking of characters – it’s time to begin anew.  I’m looking forward to getting back to work on my WIP pile.  Old and new friends alike are at the top of the list.  With so many changes having taken place in the industry I’ll be branching out more into the self-publishing realm, as well as wrapping up some pending stories with Mojocastle Press.  There is a lot on my list, including a new Quarterly Newsletter I’m putting together – so stay tuned for more on this and a sign-up.

If you haven’t caught my most recent releases, including the final entry in my Faith Savage Demon Huntress Series – Book 8 ~ Messenger.  Get your copy on Amazon:  http://tinyurl.com/h78j9uy



You can also catch my self-published release of Once Upon a Dragon (formerly in the JAPM Christmas Anthology) – now available on Amazon:  http://tinyurl.com/ksmwsev



I hope that all of you are having a wonderful Summer, are reading some amazing books and should you add a few of mine, will graciously share your thoughts and comments in an Amazon Review.

I wish you all my best ~

K.A. M’Lady
Fantasy Romance Kissed With Dark Sensuality


Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Anything is Possible - With a Little Magic

Once Upon A Dragon



Jeremy Owens and his older siblings want to believe in magic, but hope and belief are difficult things to hold onto even when you're a child. 
After the loss of their parents, three young children find themselves fostered off on an Aunt who's never known the love of a child. This Christmas, will the Owens children find out what it means to believe again?

Anything is possible with a little magic...

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Once Upon A Dragon
By
K. A. M'Lady
kamlady.net

Anything is possible with a little magic.


Excerpt:

"Are you okay, Aunt Lenni?" Jeremy's sweet little voice floated up at her like the breath of innocence that she'd recently come to enjoy and she briefly wondered how anyone could not want to hear its little bit of heaven on a daily basis.

"I'm fine, Jeremy. Just a bit of the pre-holiday blues," she told him.

"You want to hold my dragon's egg?" he asked her. "It's magic, you know."


"No, Jeremy. It's okay."

"Really," he told her, his voice filled with excitement. "It will make you feel better." Then he thrust the round, sparkling rock into Lennai's lap. "It makes me feel better. That's cuz all of the magic that's built up inside of it."

Lennai couldn't help but smile. So, she took the rock and held it in the palm of her hands. But as the rock began to warm a bit of wonder seemed to grow with it. The feeling of warmth spread as it tingled through her fingers. Then the warmth spread up her arms, all the way to her heart. Lennai blinked in wonder at the now glowing rock she was holding.

"See," Jeremy whispered. "It's magic." Then he took his dragon's egg and wandered off.

Lennai sat in the chair at the kitchen table where she'd begun her pondering. Her mouth hung open and her eyes, she was certain, were wide with shock. The warm, fuzzy feeling she'd had when she was holding the egg still crept through her heart; she was warm all over.


"Well, I'll be," she whispered.


"You'll be what?" asked Sam, who'd traipsed into the kitchen wearing one of Lennai's old sweaters.


Lennai blinked, looked down at her sparkling fingers and blinked again. Her hands shone with a glimmer of dust, sparkling in the morning light.


"I'll be," she stammered again.


"You'll be what?" Sam asked, looking at her Aunt with a frown.


Lennai glanced up from her shiny fingers at her young niece and babbled, "I'll be right back." Then she tore out the kitchen door, down the stairs and across the snow-dusted lawn. She had one direction set in mind--Pen's. Good thing he lived right next door.

"Pen," she yelled, pounding on his front door. "Pen, answer this door right now. I know you're home. Your truck's in the drive. Pen, you answer this door."

"Good grief, woman. What's got you all fired up this morning that you're storming my castle door?" Pen asked when he yanked the door open a minute later, wiping his hands with a work rag.


"You," she insinuated, her voice filled with fire as she shoved her way past him, stopping only when she ended in his kitchen. "You and that dang egg. Do you know that if you hold one it gets warm all over? That it glows?"


Pen looked at her like she was the one with a few rocks loose.


"Look," she said thrusting her dust-covered hands at him. "Jeremy gave me his egg to hold this morning because I was feeling a bit down and when I held it, it got all warm and glowed and now I'm all covered in its dust."


Pen took her hands in his and ran his fingers over their dusty surface. "Maybe it is magic," he whispered, sarcasm dripping with every word.
Once Upon A Dragon - K. A. M'Lady - Previously Published in Just Another Paranormal Christmas - Mojocastle Press

Sunday, November 13, 2016

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Friday, October 14, 2016

Have You Received Your Message? Got Faith?



“For then there will be great distress, 
unequaled from the beginning 
of the world until now–
and never to be equaled again”  
(Matthew 24:21)


The Message is a Matter of Interpretation -- 
Belief is in the Hands of Faith






Faith Savage: Book 8 - Messenger

Series: Messenger ~ Faith Savage, Demon Huntress , Book 8.0
By: K.A. M'Lady | Other books by K.A. M'Lady
Published By: Mojocastle Press
Published: Oct 08, 2016
ISBN # 9781601802





There are those who say that mankind’s demise has long been written. That the wind knew our story long before the fire kindled the passing of time’s stark flame. Some even say that in Heaven’s dark days, God and the devil had a multitude of conversations. In God’s omnipotence, they struck a deal, prearranged the blame.

Others will attest that free will brought about mankind’s damnation. Impurity begot the rule of darkness.
Greed and pride wrought the bloodshed. Wars and famine fueled mankind’s annihilation. Sloth and gluttony procured the plagues. They assert, mankind had transcended, manifested into sin-filled sheep – that they’d become demon vessels – blackened souls corrupt and stained.

But, every culture bears a history. Generations spread the story: Only the chosen will find redemption. For the unrepentant – the message plain.

My name is Faith Savage. I am a child of God and a hunter of demons. I am a sinner and a warrior doing God’s bidding. With each night’s passing, I stand against the darkness and the devil’s minions, searching for my own message, my own light within this plague; praying that even I don’t lose my way.


Excerpt:

“And when the third seal is broken,’ Jason continued, preaching to a choir whose interest was now somewhat piqued, “the balancer rides in the night. He is the black horseman – the darkness; the bringer of the ends of time.”

“In for a penny,” I added.

“The end of a pound,” he replied. “I speak of drought, Faith. And you and I both know that drought is everywhere. Its destructive force spreading and its oppressive hands are burrowing a dry, dark stain across the land, hungering for just one believer. But the fields are empty and the livestock barren. This is a world in crisis, Faith. Drought and hunger and famine are everywhere. California, Nevada – barren.”

“Do not delude yourself. The Four Horseman ride, Faith. Death is all around us. Open your eyes and see, Faith Savage. But more importantly, open your heart. The time is at hand. The proof is everywhere; on every media channel, every cyber outlet you can link into. War is on every continent. Famine. Plagues. I ask you, what more proof do you need?”

“Yes, Faith Savage,” came the thick, rumble of my name, uttered as if God had dropped a ball of thunder off a cliff and waited for the shards of lightning to follow its decent into the sea. “What more proof do you need?”

I turned at the sound, dumbstruck once again by the cool, aloof demeanor of this lethal giant in eighties
rocker casual. My heart stuttered while I took in the hands stuffed in the front pockets of jeans so faded out there were holes worn in them. Glancing down, I noted the shoes; white leather Capezios. Today’s T-shirt of choice was once again black, a white stallion blazing across a fiery roadway. Its rider was armored, the cross of God on his breast plate, a demon impaled upon a pike, pike raised to the heavens. The script across the bottom of it read, I’ll Take You to Hell. Gabriel, in all his ironies, stood before me and I was struck with the urge to laugh, to cower and to tremble, simultaneously.

His scent engulfed me in the warm, rich rush of cinnamon, wind, earth and haloed man. The sight of all that caged power in six feet six inches of man-angel standing before me with the breeze that ruffled his auburn hair, twisted my gut with dread. Worry, fear and then uncertainty followed quickly as the frenzied course of my thoughts slammed into me all at same time. I blinked and then blinked again. I took a shaky breath and considered the moment. Considered his question. What more proof did I need? The answer? Plenty.



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I wrote in the dark.




 


Saturday, June 25, 2016

Sometimes, It's a Matter of Faith...


Messenger is coming...

Do You Have Faith Savage?


The Message is a matter of Interpretation ~
Belief is in the hands of Faith
Faith Savage, Demon Huntress
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And I — my head oppressed by horror — said:
"Master, what is it that I hear? Who are
those people so defeated by their pain?"
      And he to me: "This miserable way
is taken by the sorry souls of those
who lived without disgrace and without praise.
      They now commingle with the coward angels,
the company of those who were not rebels
nor faithful to their God, but stood apart.
      The heavens, that their beauty not be lessened,
have cast them out, nor will deep Hell receive them —
even the wicked cannot glory in them.

Dante AlighieriInferno (The Divine Comedy #1)



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Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.

Dante AlighieriInferno (The Divine Comedy #1)



The bow of God's wrath is bent, and the arrow made ready on the string, and justice bends the arrow at your heart, and strains the bow, and it is nothing but the mere pleasure of God, and that of an angry God, without any promise or obligation at all, that keeps the arrow one moment from being made drunk with your blood.




Jonathan EdwardsSinners in the Hands of an Angry God



 
 

Devils...stands waiting for them, like greedy hungry lions that see their prey, and expect to have it...
Jonathan EdwardsSinners in the Hands of an Angry God



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 I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep 
I wrote in the dark.