*Sorry this is so late. I got sidetracked into generic “errands” this morning. I’m not dead, though all week I felt like it was a close thing. I’m fairly sure I’ve not been taking thyroid meds in the morning, only midday, which means… Well, it feels like I’m getting the flu. I’ve solved it by getting a box with compartments per day, which is why I’m fairly sure I’ve not been taking it. I mean I woke up with a vivid memory of taking it, but the compartment was full. So there you have it. And yes, I need a minder, but in our current distracted state my minder needs a minder, so I’m finding short cuts to mind myself.
Derp fish is doing better. Yes, I saw all the little Viking fish funeral links, thanks guys. But I’m hoping it’s not needed for a while yet. Hungry fish is doing loop dee loops for his food every morning. I’m going to clean his aquarium today.
And Darkship Revenge is re-taking shape, and guys, honestly, Athena is freaking me out. She’s growing up. Not … well… she’s still Thena, but she’s almost an adult.
Now hark to the Mollusc’s book hawing. Oh, yea, and buy my book too.
Yes, it has sex — a reviewer said the sex scenes are not needed for the plot, about which he is wrong. It’s needed to know what vamps can do, and it’s VERY needed for book two because of La Chevreuse, but that’s something yet to come. Anyway, buy my book. Vampires guaranteed not to sparkle. Never have. Never will.*
The Books Blossom – Freerange Oyster
Happy Saturday, everyone! To get your weekend off to a bookish start, I bring to you a foursome of fine fantasies from some first rate female fabulists. So go, have yourselves a wonderful day with a good book, and if possible enjoy some spring sunshine. Heck, if given the chance do both at once! As always, future entries can (and should!) be sent to my email. Happy reading!
Jason Dyck, AKA The Free Range Oyster
Henchman on the Half Shell
The Azdhagi Reborn
Two little genes can bring down an empire.
Maker Seeri promised to create the perfect super soldier: strong, fast, telepathic, and endothermic. Three generations later, the survival of the Azdhag Empire, and perhaps of the Azdhag species, depends on six Azdhagi and an undersized True-dragon barkeeper.
Lord Kirlin’s disapproval of genetic technology rivals his disgust with Lord Tarkeela. Tarkeela thinks the Pack Lords deserve the disaster they created. Tarkeela’s ears on the street, the story-catcher Cheerka, suspects the Makers and Pack-Lords know more than they admit about the surge in dead and dying juniors. When the truth boils out of hiding, Pack Lords and commoners must hunt together, reunifying the Azdhag Pack before all hell breaks loose and hubris becomes nemesis.
A Novel of Azdhag Survival
The ghosts of the Great Relocation still haunt the Azdhagi.
Can a Lineage be allowed to die? Tartai says yes. The King-Emperor says no. A crisis on Pokara colony forces Tartai and the Prince Imperial to reconsider long-held beliefs while investigating either terrorism or further evidence of the bribe-ability of the local code enforcement agency.
But trouble never comes in twos, only threes…
Caught in Amber
When young Fae awakens in a locked and deserted castle, she remembers nothing. Who she is, where she comes from, none of it.
Beauty from all the ages graces the castle – medieval towers, renaissance columns, and gothic vaults – but underneath the loveliness a lurking evil stirs.
Fae hates the loneliness and the sense of hidden malice oppressing her. Even more, she hates the feeling that just around some receding corner of lost memory lies the answer to her predicament – an answer just out of reach.
Mistress of Animals
The Chained Adept Book 2
AN ERRANT CHILD WITH DISASTROUS POWERS AND NO ONE TO STAND IN HER WAY.
Penrys, the wizard with a chain and an unknown past, is drafted to find out what has happened to an entire clan of the nomadic Zannib. Nothing but their empty tents remain, abandoned on the autumn steppe with their herds.
This wasn’t a detour she’d planned on making, but there’s little choice. Winter is coming, and hundreds are missing.
The locals don’t trust her, but that’s nothing new. The question is, can she trust herself, when she discovers what her life might have been? Assuming, of course, that the price of so many dead was worth paying for it.