Book Promo by Sarah and Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

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Book Promo by Sarah

*Note these are books sent to us by readers/frequenters of this blog.  Our bringing them to your attention does not imply that we’ve read them and/or endorse them, unless we specifically say so.  As with all such purchases, we recommend you download a sample and make sure it’s to your taste.  If you wish to send us books for next week’s promo, please email to bookpimping at outlook dot com.  One book per author per week. Amazon links only.-SAH*

 

KEVIN J. ANDERSON AND SARAH A. HOYT: Uncharted (Arcane America Book 1)

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After Halley’s Comet was destroyed in a magical battle in 1759, the backlash separated the entire New World from the Old in an event known as The Sundering. Now isolated from the rest of the globe, America has become a very different place, where magic works and history has been changed forever.

It is 1803—a new 1803. Young Meriwether Lewis, footloose and intrigued, goes to hear a lecture in St. Louis by the venerated old wizard Benjamin Franklin. Franklin’s talk is disrupted by the attack of a winged fire-breathing beast, much like legends from Lewis’s own Welsh heritage. In the aftermath, Franklin tells the young man that he knows of a great, growing evil that lurks in the uncharted Arcane Territories west of the Mississippi.

Using his own vast fortune, Franklin commissions Lewis and his own talented partner William Clark to embark on a remarkable voyage of exploration, to meet and document the indigenous tribes, to find a route all the way to the Pacific Ocean—and perhaps beyond the magical veil to Europe again—and to stop the growing evil that is filling the American West. For while the Sundering separated the rest of the world and granted the original colonists unexpected magical gifts, sorcery inspired by native legends has also been ignited. And the Arcane Territories may hold unparalleled dangers for the expedition, both natural and magical.

Accompanied by the brilliant shape-shifting sorceress Sacajawea, Lewis and Clark set off on an unparalleled adventure across a landscape that no European has ever seen.

TERRY R. LACY:  Final Rebellion: A War Story in a Love Zone.

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China won WWIII. The US is occupied, Americans enslaved. But hope lives in the hearts of a few patriots. Can a handful of insurgents take down the Chinese Army?

ALMA T. C. BOYKIN:  Staré: Shikari Book Two.

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Staré Rights! Staré Freedom! Staré secrets…

Auriga “Rigi” Bernardi, now a young woman and a recognized artist, returns to Shikhari. Neither an adult nor a child, Rigi navigates colonial society, wishing humans made as much sense as do the native Staré. But the Staré now demand independence and full rights as sapient beings. Or do they?

An archaeological expedition gone lethally awry leaves Rigi caught between cultures, a human in a Staré world. Then her uncle and his Staré assistant disappear just when Rigi needs his advice the most. Rigi and her cousin Tomás have discovered the key to the lost cities. Now someone—human, or Staré?—wants her dead.

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: woe

40 responses to “Book Promo by Sarah and Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

  1. MacDonald acknowledged the mistake was his. Sure, the colts’ names had seemed suited to their personalities, one quite silly and, for a horse, talkative, the other dismal and morose. Only when he started training them as a team did he perceive the problem with naming them Giddy Yap and Woe.

  2. Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

    Rider: Why did you stop so fast?

    Horse: Well, you said “whoa” so I thought you wanted me to stop.

    Rider: “Whoa”? I was saying “woe”!

  3. Woe.
    I have a bit more than half a roof over my porch.
    Whoa! I gotta get going to seal it up.

    • Me and my sister were singing this in the car just a week or so ago. Does anyone under 45 even know what this is?

      • Depends on if their folks watched a lot of RFDtv. Last I looked that was the only place Hee Haw reruns existed. My cousins’ kids got exposed at their Gran and Gramp’s. If my uncle wasn’t watching the weather, it was on RFD

    • All the wood needing it replaced or scabbed onto. Tar paper dry-in, will possibly add a better temporary roofing tomorrow.
      I is beat,
      to bed,
      alarm goes off in
      **glances at clock**
      Woe is me it goes off in 5 hours, due to needing overtime to cover piss poor planning
      our planner is an idiot.
      3 more years. I make 3 more years and I can walk away without worry.

  4. “Oh, woe is me, alack alarm,” Martin lay on the ground griping as was usual.
    Khan wandered over and stared down at him, “No need to be such a baby about things. It’s just a small hill after all.
    Martin looked up at Khan and grimaced, “Yeah just a small hill. After how many of the damned things already?”

  5. Question: how old can a book be before it’s no longer eligible to be featured in the Sunday Promo Post?

    • age has nothing to do with it, provided you don’t send me the same book every month, or a book FROM THE AUTHOR more than twice a month.

      • Ooh, hmmmm.

        …I wonder, if I send links to this one person’s two Lestrade novels, whether that plus an email nudge would help get the third one that apparently went kablooie in the middle of the e-version done….

        Unless it got tangled up with her publisher. Or split up and buried in their collections. It’s hard to tell. The first two are pretty good stuff even on their own, though. So are the ones she still has up on fanfic sites…. I’m just frustrated at having lost a chunk out of the middle!

        …Would that be okay though?

        • Kind of. I prefer people send their own books, though. Some people don’t like this company.

          • What’s not to like? Isn’t this where the cool kids hang out?

          • Ah, right, fair point. Apologies. I’ll let it lie.

            • Nothing wrong with asking an author whether he/she/it/they/undetermined are willing for you to submit their book for promo purposes, I da’st say.

              Although having such permission in “writing” might be necessary. It ain’t that we wouldn’t take your word, y’unnerstan’, but it’s nice to have such things documentaried.

          • Some people don’t like to be seen in this company.

            Clarified that for ya.

  6. “Woe to the land where the princess can not use her magical gifts.”
    Her voice echoed in the corridor, and she blinked.
    “Woe to the land when the gifts are unwise,” said old Marjory, and, coming out of shadows, eyed Minette’s. “At least it’s not like that Prince Michel. The king forbade him to use his.”

  7. She thought longingly of the old library, not for its malachite floor in blue and green, not for its arched roof with the inset paintings, but for the wall after wall all covered with book shelves, and the stands with the books and the chairs where you could sit and read, and even the portals where you could return as soon as you disliked the world beyond, or wanted to have your dinner.

  8. She had woes enough without adding to them, she told herself. And Leon had more. She glanced at his weary little face and then at the road ahead. If this man went far, they would have to stop at the roadside and cover themselves with leaves to make a bed.

  9. The surviving members of the National Command structure watched as 5 mile stretches of the Earth became burning lava bubbling in the wake of the Alien Armada. Their ball-of-twine orbit would render the Earth uninhabitable, in 18 more hours.
    “Now we know.”
    “Know what?” was the bitter reply.
    “That last transmission from the ISS – just one word.”
    “Yeah,” said the latest entrant. “What was it?”
    “Woe….”

  10. The king watched the birthing chamber, where his young wife lay silent. A small cry told him her labor was successful, and a wet nurse was called for.
    “Sire, you must give the child a name,” said the bravest knight.
    “Fine.” He mumbled something as he departed.
    “‘Roe’ – he said to name the girl ‘Roe'”, cried the closest courtier.
    But the child grew up without her mother, and her father could not stand the sight of her, throwing himself into battles and quests, leaving the court to raise his child. The whispers grew that her name was really, “Woe”.
    When she ascended the throne, the people discovered just how true that rumor was.

  11. “So we’ve heard Vallon’s tale of woe. Now it’s decision time — do we help him recover his sister’s painting, or tell him to get over it?”

  12. I’m very sorry – I just wanted to know whether it could be done:

    Heedest thou ambition’s provocation
    (Inflexible, relentless, merciless)?
    Reckon on unparalleled success —
    Or, despairing, self-defenestration.

    Vignetteering versifier, fated
    Preposterously to poeticize,
    Laboriously striving, reifies
    Variegated words, concatenated.

    Madsome Muse maniacally taunting,
    He (overstraining Reason’s fragile tether)
    Mortars polysyllables together,
    Victorious vocabulary vaunting.

    Woe! To this scribbling simian befel
    Unmitigated, dogged doggerel.

    Fifty words exactly.

  13. Ezra Pound already wrote the vignette that I would have done with this prompt, so I’m just going to share his:

    O woe, woe,
    People are born and die,
    We also shall be dead pretty soon
    Therefore let us act as if we were
    dead already.

    The bird sits on the hawthorn tree
    But he dies also, presently.
    Some lads get hung, and some get shot.
    Woeful is this human lot.
    Woe! woe, etcetera. . . .

    London is a woeful place,
    Shropshire is much pleasanter.
    Then let us smile a little space
    Upon fond nature’s morbid grace.
    Oh, Woe, woe, woe, etcetera. . . .

  14. Thanks, Sarah!

  15. A good thing too. Adding to the woes of this land was no way to ask for aid. No matter how woebegone they were when they described the horror of the shadow drake and the curse that made them helpless against it.
    The boat headed steadily upstream, through green and pleasant hills.

  16. Oh My GOD!!!!! That’s a HUGE Aunt hill.

  17. FlyingMike

    “Look, I’m enough read in to our war effort against the Nazis that I know what the Special Operations Executive is – parachuting behind the lines and all that rot – but what the blazes is this “Widdershins Operations Executive” I’m being assigned to?”

    “It’s ‘To which I’m being assigned’, old bean, as you well know, and the answer is those S.O.E. chappies deal with guns and knives and such, while here in the W.O.E. we work to keep the Nazi wizards from turning the entire 8th Army into frogs. In a word: Magic.”

  18. Woe be unto my brain, which feels unequal to the task of responding to this writing prompt.

  19. Oh, woe is me. Why do woebegone and woeful mean the same thing? Why doesn’t woebegone mean that woe should go? And don’t even get me started on woe betide. It seems to mean that woe will come in the space of a tide. I waste my time with these new woes, telling them heavily over and over.

    • From etymonline[DOT]com/word/woebegone:
      woebegone (adj.)
      c. 1300, in expressions such as me is wo bigone “woe has beset me,” from woe + begon, past participle of Middle English bego “to beset, surround, overwhelm,” from Old English began “go over, traverse; inhabit, occupy; encompass, surround”

      Woeful, OTOH, can be sung:
      http://www.etymonline.com/word/woebegone

  20. Neither Gwendolyn’s programming nor her experiences prepared her for facing backward on a galloping horse. Worse, her firmware used the “painfully polite” framework, permitting her only to Implore “Oh, do please stop!” which had no impact on the steed at all.

    Sprinting behind, Jenkins called, “Gwendolyn, the word is –”

  21. Jenkins, using his new Sprinter upgrade, grabbed the reins of the panicked horse. “Gwendolyn, dismount,” he ordered. The maid alighted as daintily as her frame allowed.

    “You need not duplicate every action your master’s lady undertakes,” Jenkins scolded. “He would be filled with woe if you broke. And cease smiling!”

  22. Mike Houst

    “I’ve successfully freed all men from the tyranny of the opposite sex!”

    “Right, John. How many beers have you had?” asked is friend, George.

    “No. I’m serious. I have this compound that continuously puts women on endorphins. I call it W.O.E.”

    “And you don’t find anything wrong with that acronym?”

  23. All seems lost. It’s time to arm.. IT.
    Proceed with arming sequence.

    Proceeding with arming sequence.

    First unit setting to.. Whiskey.

    Confirm Whiskey.

    Second unit setting to.. Oscar.

    Confirm Oscar.

    Third unit set to… Echo.

    Confirm Echo.

    Whiskey. Oscar. Echo. Confirmed.

    Oh, dark humor indeed.
    What?
    Set initiator to… “Giddyup.”

    • Unit one collapsed a couple hundred tons of matter into a micro black hole, which promptly started energetically evaporating, powering a massive sensor ping. Units two and three started maneuvering to point toward the suspected wormhole. As the sensor returns began coming in, they made their final adjustments; aligning themselves into perfect parallel, deep in the sun’s corona. The resulting laser beam started to noticeably spread by Jupiter’s orbit, but was more than sufficiently powerful to collapse the wormhole at 10 AU. Operation Wormhole Extermination was a success, despite the self immolation of all activated units.