Showing posts from September, 2014

THE UNINVITED by Sophie Jordan

Imagine your goals, your dreams are just within your grasp and then a scientist you've never met discovers a gene that is common among the most depraved murderers in our nation's prisons and that anyone with this gene has a tendency toward extreme violence. Then, to ensure the safety of all citizens, the government requires everyone to test for this gene...and guess what, you have that gene.

Then the government decides that you and everyone else with that gene must be monitored and controlled. So you are placed on a government watch list and because you're distraught you tell someone, a friend, a coworker, a classmate, someone, about what has happened and soon everyone else knows because the fear of that gene and what the carriers of that gene could do is so great that your friend believes everyone needs to know that you are one of them.
Soon your classmates, your coworkers, even your friends and family are looking at you differently, distancing themselves from you. Your …

OUTCAST by Cheryl Matthynssens

I recently finished OUTCAST by Cheryl Matthynssens. The heartwarming tale of a half-breed boy, Alador, who is caught between two very different kingdoms. One kingdom reveres dragons and seeks to protect them while the other will do anything to acquire the magical properties of their blood.
From the author's webpage, :
The First of the Series, Outcast introduces the Great Isle set in the world of Vesta.  Two kingdoms interdependent upon one another with vastly different philosophies about dragons and magic vie for survival.  
A young half-breed finds a set of dragon bones and a enormous bloodstone that will change his life forever.  Meet young Alador, the village outcast and follow him to discover what happens when one receives a geas from a dragon. Nothing will ever be the same!

4 out of 5 stars, but only because of its slow start. Otherwise this is definitely a 5-star book!


Some books make you cry, some books make you laugh and some may even scare you... But if you're lucky, you'll find a book that does all three. Neil Gaiman's dark, children's book THE GRAVEYARD BOOK does all three. 
I started reading it a while back and decided it wasn't my "cup of tea." Tried again and so very glad I did. This is definitely one I will read again and again.

Caffeine-Induced Epiphanies

As caffeine-induced epiphanies  Spew forth from this fuzzied core, I am grateful for that one-less-drink  I did not partake the night before.

The Fear Factor

A revisit to an old blog post from years passed...

As written in last week's post, my fictional viewpoint has changed to more of a focus on horror and dark fantasy. Bless you, Stephen King, for enlightening me with DUMA KEY.

I must confess, there have been other factors that have guided me this way. I have always been afraid. Afraid of things that go bump in the night, shadows on walls and even car grilles from the 1950s and 60s. The ones that come at you in the night with their glowing eyes and evil grins. 

Of course there was numerous other things that scared me, especially after watching a scary movie. There's the one particular movie I remember for my childhood which involved a violent transformation of society by a Satan-like creature. 
I don't remember the name, but do remember one particular scene where people with "disabilities" (eye glasses, wheelchair bound, etc) were being attacked by other more "perfect" people and fire (brimstone?) was ever…

The Muse, the Knife and the Football

I love to write When the words glide smoothly Like butter off a hot knife,
I love to write When ideas burst from my psyche Like a river during a spring thaw,
I love to write When my muse dictates so Clearly my fingers can’t keep up,
I love to write During the quiet hours when I alone am awake With no one to interrupt my thoughts
But not today...
Today the stories dance around my head, Mentally, I can see the characters, sense Their narratives and even hear their dialogue,
But somehow, from point A to point B Something is lost, 
No, writing today, is like using
A dull knife to cuta football.

A Writer's Life - Vulnerability

Our secrets, the ones we hold deep within us, afraid to reveal, those are our biggest stumbling blocks. There is a part of us that so deeply wants to be free of that intense mass of pain and regret. If only a safe, merciful avenue of empathetic exposure were found, our vulnerability would be allowed. To lie naked and exposed before others, friends and strangers, that is the hardest act of bravery one could ever do.
I applaud those who are that brave. Not afraid to allow their writing to reveal their deepest, most earth-shattering revelations. But what about the rest of us? We need that release just as much. We need the knots to become unwound. We need the wound to be open to fresh air. In doing so, we too, can heal.
To these poor souls, I say one word, fiction. If our secrets are too profound. If our memories are too hurtful to ourselves or others, why not write in such a manner that allows us to reveal the pain but not expose our reality?
That is the path other writers have followed…

Fleeting Bliss

The rain upon the desert falls Drenching it's sweet moisture Upon the cacti, tall arms lifted up Embracing the not-so-gentle drops As in the distance lightning stabs the Dark sky while thunder, like a rude House guest, disrupts this fleeting bliss.

Off My Shelf - THE TURQUOISE MASK by Phyllis Whitney

Like most writers, I am an avid collector of books and like most bibliophiles, I collect faster than I can actually read. Going to a library or book store, especially a second hand one, is like going to a candy store for me. Oh look at that great cover! I must read it! Or, oh look, one of my favorite authors, I MUST buy that!

And this is how I managed to acquire Phyllis A. Whitney's THE TURQUOISE MASK. Ms. Whitney's books were favorites of mine back in my teens. So seeing her books in one of my local hunts proved irresistible and as I unleash my new determination to actually read all of the books on my towering bookshelves, I started with hers.

THE TURQUOISE MASK takes place in Santa Fe, New Mexico, a location that proved particularly fascinating to me. I currently live in the neighboring state of Arizona and have long wanted to visit artsy Santa Fe. So, with Ms. Whitney's helps, it was fun and fascinating to learn of its cobbled streets, adobe architecture and Spanish his…

They Marched Through My Dream

They marched in a line, through the Darkness of my dream, their bodies Engorged as I remembered them, eyes Wide, frightened, reflecting our betrayal,
To this day I remember her, her loss I felt so strongly as a child, hearing her Loud, horrified cries as that man With his three stubbed fingers, Forced her onto the bed of his truck,
"No," I had yelled, cried out, she was My world, my Molly...and she was there At the head of the line, Molly so big, So beautiful,
They were all there, Molly, her daughter Beauty, and Baby, my Becky's mother and some I hardly remember, ones we hadn't named, In a long line, Waiting,
My father, he was gone, but his words, His history, his indifference remained, A farm is no place for the soft of heart, Our food begats our food, the first mistake Is naming them, the second is loving them, And the third is sending them to slaughter,
I left the farm right after high school and Never looked back, the memories, the Reminders, they still ha…