The next in line.... I'm so excited to have such an amazing artist in Fiona Jayde! With the first book in my new sci-fi/vampire trilogy - Vranthian Vampires she set the bar high and she has done it again with the follow-up in book 2 -
I have an AMAZING! cover reveal for my new sci-fi paranormal trilogy - Vranthian Vampires and book 1 - Bround To You is being released to Mojocastle Press on 7/28/13 - for all you lovers of exotic, erotic. A little blood, sex and magic to light up your universe. Here's a sneak into my new series:
Under the dark skies of Vranthia The Wasting has spread, claiming victims by the thousands. Disease, madness and death shroud this fierce warrior race.
With the recent death of their mother, Queen Srionna Balacjek, and the imminent demise of their grieving father, King Kamet; three brothers must now find their own path. Will The Wasting’s dark madness claim them all as deceit and lies turn brother against brother. Or, is the key to saving their people in the legend of the trion. And will they find they it time?
Draven Balacjek -- warrior, Prince, immortal. Fierce in battle, sure and deadly as a dark a storm or the shadows he walks among, must choose between the ties of brotherhood or the possibility of a life without the parts of his soul he has bound in blood and magic.
The Vranthian’s have taken everything from Ook. Desecrated the Darengy people as a whole. But the visions of a grave-warrior tell no lies and the spirit of the human along with the fierce strength of his Prince, Draven Balacjek call to him as nothing before. Can they, together, heal the wounds that time has wrought and free him of his darkness?
For singer, Leah Allen, the choice was never hers to make. But life, like the music her heart clings to, has a way of playing itself out. Will this strange new world and the fierce warriors she meets within it bring her shattered past the healing she has always needed or will the strangers she finds herself bound to be her hearts undoing?
Stay tuned for more - Book 2 - Claimed By You releases in August....
Always My Best ~ K.
Had a few minor issues with the voting (I lost some of my geekdom) but we fixed it right away - may have lost a few votes - so if you voted and didn't leave your info. in the comments section check back on my blog - I have a lot of new release forthcoming and more give-aways as well. For a list of my "Coming Soons" check out my publisher page at Mojocastle Press - www.mojocastle.com
Today's prize package goes to Mindy! I'm sending you a note with your choice of delivery for the Exorcist on dvd and ebook. Your Faith Savage books will be included.
My thanks to those who dropped by my blog to either read or play...
In 1973 American horror film director William Friedkin, adapted William Peter Blatty' Exorcist from his 1971 novel of the same name.
The book, inspired by the 1949 exorcism case of Roland Doe, deals with the demonic possession of a young girl and her mother's desperate attempts to win back her daughter through an exorcism conducted by two priests.
If you've lived under a rock then you may not be familiar with this horror phenomenon. It has struck terror in the hearts of generations and been the inspiration for readers/writers/ and movie enthusiasts since the release on the big screen and in paperback.
It has haunted many movie-goers dreams, stirred a cult-like following and driven many to questions history, faith, and their own tenuous grasp on their beliefs in God and the devil.
2013 marks the 40th year of its theatrical debut and in celebration of a movie that has stirred this authors fears, horror enthusiasm and drive for knowledge in legend, religion, mystery and belief. I'm celebrating the release of the one movie that I love to fear...
Exorcise your demons with a Savage, Faith Contest - You could win a DVD copy of The Exorcist, an ebook copy of William Peter Blatty's original novel and an ebook copy of K.A. M'Lady's Faith Savage Demon Huntress - Book 1 ~ Glow, and Book 2 ~ Fear No Evil.
Want to win? Answer the Poll to the right - What Comedic Actress was considered to play Regan's mom - then leave a Comment below that you voted....
In Glen Hills, sometimes even the monsters are afraid of the darkness...
Long before the Goblin wars forced the children of the Other World to walk among mankind it was prophesized that the Chosen would come. With a touch she would heal. With impunity she would punish. With surety she would lead the Other World into the Light of a new beginning. Too bad no one told the Darkness.
My name is Rihker Tennai – I am Pixie and I am human. I am half-breed and I am a Changeling. I am a lover, a warrior and thanks to the Prophets, I am becoming so much more.
A war is brewing in the Other World. Battles old and new threaten to spill over into the human world. To the Deneau – the Children of the Forest – I am Justice. For all who walk in the Light I may be their only hope. Yeah, welcome to a day in the life of my Realm. Are you ready for it?
René Descartes defined the first man as “the thinker”— presuming that man is the one who thinks, which fits the definition of man given by Aristotle’s as a “rational animal,” which is also the basis for Homo sapiens.
However, by the late 11th century, restricted use of man, in the sense of “adult male” only began to occur in late Old English. The word formerly expressing the male sex, wer. The use of the wordhad died out by AD 1300 (but survives in e.g. in the form of were-wolf, and were-gild.) So one might ask, where do you find anything rational in an animal?
For the first time in nearly seventy years, wolf song can be heard throughout the great valley of Yellowstone. But as the chill December winds gather, something dark, powerful, and mystical stalks the valley, and Toren Crushing has become its prey.
Renee Faroque is a shaman’s granddaughter—a child of the great Crow Indians. She has learned great knowledge from her dream walks with her ancestors. But has she learned enough to save herself and the beautiful stranger from the ancient evil that abides within?
Kin to the wolf & brother to man,
Inside ~ Every man holds a darkness
~ Rational Animals ~
Toren Crushing has spent his winters in the remote back country of Montana’s Yellowstone National Forest studying the predators known ascanis lupus—the great gray wolves. And for the first time in nearly seventy years, their song echoes throughout the great valley. As with any other winter, he follows the wolf trail deep into the timber—watching and recording their behavior as they hunt, play, and gather beneath the looming light of winter’s chill December moon.
But this winter is different—this winter, something dark and powerful stalks the valley. A creature as old and mythical as time itself—and Toren Crushing has become its prey.
Renee Faroque knows what it is to be different—what it means to dream-walk with her ancestors. All her life, she has had this gift, but one vision will change her life forever. With only her skills as a shaman’s granddaughter to guide her, she will walk the dark forest with the great Gray Wolf. It is a journey that only she, a Metis, a Landless One, a half-breed and relic of the great Crow Indians, could possibly understand, or hope to survive.She can only pray that the handsome stranger she has rescued from the edges of death can hear her spirit guide the way—before the dark beast dwelling within the forest’s shadows returns and he no longer understands her call.
When I was a little girl, my grandfather called me She-lish-ga or Chick-a-de for the morning chick that sings after a night of long dreams. He would always ask me of my journeys and tell me to sing for him. Sing of our ancestors and the Spirits in the Sky.
Tonight I smelled the lingering sweetness of honeysuckle and the rich pungent aroma of pine smoke clinging to every breath I inhaled as it swirled through my mind, loitering like a childhood secret that only my grandfather and I shared. I knew in the dusty wasteland between sleep and dreams that I’d left the warmth of my bed and the peace of my dreams far behind.
My sight was soon filled with the morning mist and the smoke of my grandfather’s pipe—peppermint and tobacco enveloped me as I opened my eyes to the world beyond. I waited for what he had to show me.
"Wake, child,” I heard him say in the voice that reminded me of water upon rocks and dark earth, rich like red clay.
“I am here, Grandfather,” I’d tell him. Then I’d take his proffered hand and we’d begin a journey deep into the forest. I’d have no idea where he was taking me, but then I was never afraid—for I’d been here before. Not to this place in the forest, but here to the spirit realm, on another journey, with the honor of having my grandfather as my guide.
Since the time I was but a small child, I had had these visions. I’d wake in the night at the hand of an ancestor, and we’d walk the great valley. Sometimes they’d tell me our history as the sun burned away the night and the earth came alive. Other times we simply walked through the foliage, the moon as our guide. Whatever the case, they always had something to show me, and I’d leave their realm much wiser than when I’d entered.
I’d learned many things on my journeys—the proper herbs for festering wounds, or the leaves for a sour stomach, what a person’s spirit animal was, and how to call a guardian. I learned the proper way to hunt a deer and how to track a bear. There was much my ancestors taught me and still so much I had to learn.
Unless the vision was of great importance, I had walked little in this realm with my grandfather. Tonight I was filled with uncertainty, unsure of what would follow.
“Here is where the Dark Spirit runs like a freed beast with devilry in his heart.” My grandfather spread his arm before him to show the white earth beyond. “He is old like the mountains and wise like the Great Mother Earth. But too long has his darkness ruled this valley. Too long has he fed on the innocence of man.”
“There was a time, long ago,” he stated as he brought me to a downed tree trunk overlooking the snow-covered valley below, “when he came and claimed our brother. Turned him, maddened him. Made him Yellow Wolf. Among the Crow he was called Hemene Moxmox, and he warred with the white man, and warred with himself—and still the Yellow Wolf died.”
“We thought that the Dark One died with him, but now, now we know it is the land that holds the Wyakin Powers and that the Dark Wolf has returned. He comes like a thief in the night—he is Heinmot Hihhih—White Lightning, and he seeks another to carry his pack. He seeks another to rule and bring suffering to the Nez Perce.”
“But I say no!” My grandfather fiercely pounded his fist in his hand. “No more will we be the Metis—the Landless Ones. No more will our lands bleed and our people suffer. To fight the beast and win you must first run with the beast. You Renee, my Chick-a-de, you have the power to stop this. You have the visions of your forefathers to guide you through this darkness. You hold the power to tame the Dark One. He was the first, and you have the power to make sure that he is the last.”