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

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FROM LAURA MONTGOMERY: Transport and Deliver (Martha’s Sons Book 5).

When flight on a boat jeopardizes all a family has worked for, can an errant son risk his life to save their future?
The Luwenthals—second generation settlers on the lost planet Not What We Were Looking For—confront the destruction of their past life, and are forced to flee. As the boat containing the family’s prized linotype crosses a river lit by the flames of the printshop they had to abandon, fifteen-year-old Tobias Luwenthal must face his father’s ire over what he sees as his son’s betrayal.  Disaster strikes, but will Tobias seize the chance to redeem himself at the cost of his own life?  Will his father learn from his son as Tobias has learned from him?
If you’ve enjoyed the Martha’s Sons series, start reading now for a glimpse into what happens next in this dystopian lost world!

FROM RAY DOWNING: Christmas in Idaho – Christmas Book with Audio CD – Unique Gift – by Emmy Award Winner Artist Ray Downing Hardcover – January 1, 2020

🎄 Timeless Classic – Enjoy the sights, sounds and magic of Christmas in this inspirational Christian allegory.

🎄 Emmy Winning Artist – Ray Downing writes and illustrates this remembrance of Christmas and the promise it holds for all who believe.

🎄 Beautiful Design – A treasured keepsake, bound in faux green leather with gilded page edges and gold ribbon.

🎄 Color Illustrations – Over 40 full color illustrations and Victorian motifs.

🎄 Audio CD – A beautiful reading of the story, backed with Christmas carols and classical music.

🎄 Message – This story is a poignant allegory that explores the role that time plays in our perception of the physical world and in the Christian promise of immortality.

FROM LIANE ZANE: The Harlequin & The Drangùe: Book One in the Elioud Legacy Series

In a dangerous hidden world of supernatural warriors, she may be the key to winning everything.

Olivia Markham lives a complicated life. By day, she is a star CIA officer working a cover as a graduate student in Vienna. By night, she is a self-appointed, kick-ass superhero wearing a harlequin’s hood and wielding a wicked bō.

Life is about to get more complicated.

The sexual predator that Olivia tracks one July evening to Vienna’s Stadtpark calls himself Asmodeus, a demon’s name. Olivia doesn’t care what he calls himself. She’s just there to save an innocent young woman. What Olivia doesn’t know is that Asmodeus has followers he calls bogomili after an ancient sect of believers. She suddenly finds herself fighting to save her own life against these vicious, soulless creatures whose mission is to release souls from the bonds of a corrupt world.

Across the Stadtpark another hears Olivia’s battle with the bogomili. He is a drangùe, a powerful warrior with supernatural abilities who is duty bound to save innocents from Asmodeus. This drangùe will stop at nothing to defeat his age-old enemy—even if it means risking everything to bring Olivia into his world. A world in which the drangùe has his own cover identity. He has good reason to distrust this beautiful young woman who hides secrets that could get him killed or worse…. But the drangùe must keep Olivia close in order to stay one step ahead of Asmodeus. The only problem is that the closer he keeps her, the more the drangùe wants to keep Olivia in his life. And that is not part of his long-term battle plans.

EDITED BY CEDAR SANDERSON: Can’t Go Home Again.

Men and women who lay their life on the line never escape unscathed, and when the time comes to return home, they find a wall between them, and loved ones. These tales follow those who gather the hope to begin healing, and tearing down the walls that have sprung up between them, and their loved ones. No one ever said it would be easy…

FROM BEN MASON: Pulp Noir: A John Noir Superhero Story.

All he wanted was a drink. He picked the wrong bar. They picked the wrong victim.

John Noir walked into a bar to buy a drink when he sees the leader of a neo-nazi gang abusing his girlfriend and makes a point of stopping it.

John’s problem is that they don’t like a black man stepping into their business.

Their problem? John’s got a special deck of cards and he knows how to use them. But John isn’t the only one with powers and before the fighting is done, he’s going to have to face down a sinister opponent fiercer than any gang.

FROM DALE COZORT: Snapshot II: The Necklace of Time

For eighty million years, the Tourists have taken Snapshots of Earth, creating living replicas of continents. Life in the Snapshots quickly diverges from the real world, creating a universe where humans and animals from Earth’s history fly between Snapshots, exploring, fighting, and sometimes meeting their alternate history selves. In 2014, the Tourists create a Snapshot of North America in a snow-globe shaped artificial universe, linked like pearls on a necklace to other copied times and places. In that timeline, Simon Royale—a.k.a. Simon-2014— is a legendary best-selling author. When he was only seven-years-old, his sister mysteriously vanished. Simon-14’s writing—and the power in it—is born from his obsession with discovering what happened to her. But now, cut off from the life he’d known, he may never find out.US-53 isn’t really the past. Thanks to the Tourists, it’s a mutant off-shoot, the 1950s grown up and sneaky, with sharp elbows. In this version of the timeline, Simon Royale—a.k.a. Simon-53—is just an aspiring author with a trunk full of unpublished novels. Then the two worlds connect. For an ambitious publishing company, it looks like a golden opportunity for Simon-53 to leverage Simon-2014’s fame.Can the clashing versions of Simon Royale coexist in the unnaturally linked timelines? Simon-2014’s legal battle over the right to his own work and identity are the least of his worries. In the 1953 timeline, his sister is still alive. What made her disappear in one reality but survive in the other? Is something dangerous hidden in his memories or his first novel? As Simon inches closer to the truth, one thing is clear: it’s a secret someone is willing to kill to keep.

FROM THOMAS SEWELL: Terrorist Interrogator: A Sam Harper Military Thriller

What really happened to Sam’s parents?
After the events in Covert Commando, Sam Harper and his CIA ex-GF Michelle are ordered to join a newly formed task force. As part of the deal, Sam receives access to the CIA’s codeword-only file on his parent’s death in a terrorist bombing.

What they learn drives them underground and on the run in a thrilling battle against old enemies and newly discovered traitors.
Read more of Sam Harper’s adventures while on the government’s dime.

FROM MICHAEL A. HOOTEN: A Bard Without a Star.

Gwydion ap Don is a talented harpist, and a known rogue. His uncle Math sees something more: a young man with the magical talent to succeed him as Lord Gwynedd. But to learn magic, Gwydion will also have to learn self-control, duty, honor, and the martial arts. He’s not sure which will be the hardest.

And when his training in magic begins in earnest, how he sees the whole world will change, as well as how he sees himself. He will have to battle bandits, cattle raiders, and armies in his efforts to learn how to be a leader. But mostly he will have to learn how to control himself, which is the one battle he is not sure he can win.

This volume contains the first three eBooks in the Bard Without a Star series: Wizard’s Heir, The Two Tanists, and The Bardic Academy.

FROM DAVID L. BURKHEAD: The Beasts of Trevanta.

Wounded in body and spirit after the fall of her kingdom and loss of her lover, the knight Kaila has one last duty to perform before dying: seeing two orphaned children home to their clan in Bringanzo’s Desert.

But all is not lost. When the shaman of Three Mountains Clan takes Kaila on a smoke quest she learns Kreg is still alive, fighting his way across the lands to her. She will raise an army to free him, though hell shall bar the way.

And once they’re united, not even the beast men who overran Trevanta, shall keep them from taking back their land.

FROM M. C. A. HOGARTH: Dragons’ Fealty (Lisinthir’s Heirs Book 1

A SPRING HOMECOMING

When he attended their wedding in summer, Lisinthir Lauvet Imthereli, Third of the Chatcaavan Empire, promised his cousins they would see him in spring for the birth of his heirs on Eldritch soil, and to attend the birth of theirs. He returns to a world and a people reviving from their long winter: a new navy; the rescue of their suffering acreage; and the burgeoning of a tenant culture revolving around the new communications and travel networks.

But a prince and a culture aren’t the only things making their return. When a mistake made in the summer season comes back to haunt them, Lisinthir will discover himself torn between warring allegiances… and someone else will have to pay the price. Will their enemies succeed in blighting the promise of the season?

Book 1 of 2 of Lisinthir’s Heirs

FROM KATHY BORICH: Appetite for Murder: A Mystery Lover’s Cookbook

Off to England for supper with Sherlock Holmes, morning tea with Miss Marple, or a pub crawl with Chief Inspector Morse. Guaranteed to whet your Appetite for Murder, this tantalizing slant on cooking and crime is cooked up especially for mystery lovers. Relive your favorite classic crime fiction and then whip up the food that helped solve the crime.

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: Comparison

33 thoughts on “Book Promo And Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

  1. From a Lecture at the United States Ultra Academy.

    Comparisons between Ultras depend on at least three factors.

    First, is the Power Level. Obviously, an Alpha-Level Ultra can do more than a Beta-Level Ultra.

    Second, is the Power Set. A Titan Class Ultra can do feats that an Energy-Protecting Ultra can’t do and the reverse is true.

    Third, is the Skill Level. A Titan-Class Ultra with less-power than another Titan-Class Ultra could win because he’s a better fighter in terms of skill.

    This class will help you understand the limitations and advantages that Ultras with different Power-Sets have.

    Other classes will help you develop the skills and knowledge necessary to use your powers productively.

  2. The thing that I learned while training Mariana was the very nature of our prana draw. In many ways, I’m a mountain-sheer, sharp, towering. My height was dizzying when you got to the top of where I was. And, from that commanding height, I could do a lot of things.

    Mariana, on the other hand, was a plateau. She wasn’t as tall as I was, and never would be. She wouldn’t have the sheer height that I did. On the other hand? She was much “wider” than I was and-within her range of abilities-she was extremely solid. And, with the new mage core? She could do so much with what she had, even Sister Justina was impressed.

  3. Simon put up a hand. “Stop right there” he commanded, “Be not hasty”.
    Wade snapped his jaw shut. The old man had agreed to teach him, and every time he had crossed wits with him, he had lost. Badly.
    “You are young, and impetuous, but you must learn restraint. You are feeling more than thinking. I want you to sit down and write out your objections. Then, and only then, we will sit down together and do a point by point comparison of what he has said and what you seem to think. There are times to let your passion flow and to act, but delicate matters such as these require a more careful approach”
    “Delicate matters? This isn’t… What do you mean, delicate matters?”
    There was no humor in Simon’s smile, not this time. The steely glint in his eyes promised that he would neither argue nor yield. And if Wade didn’t write out an essay better than any teacher had ever given him an A for, the old man would vivisect him. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

  4. “They gawn yet?” asked Clem, looking around warily for more Martian tourists.

    “Took off a couple minutes ago,” replied Delbert. “Bought ‘em some ‘shine, too.”

    “Good. Flip the switch!”

    “Sure,” said Delbert, flipping the switch, ending the background banjo music, and starting the Tchaikovsky. The contrast was stark, and liberating.

  5. “How can you eat that? Now?” Twitch dropped into his seat and let his head thump against the table, then stiffened and looked up again, glaring. “If you do that stupid literally describing-” The engineer fell silent at his friend’s hand-wave of dismissal, taking a drink of his coffee while he waited. The big pilot finished chewing whatever weird fruit– vegetable?– he’d grabbed, and swallowed before he spoke.
    “Nah, that one’s no fun, ‘ess he’s really sure he’s clever. Maybe making a pretty lady giggle.” He offered a bright, faintly blue-stained smile and gratuitous wink. “You’re not very pretty.” For all the teasing in his words, Grim wasn’t leaning on the wall casually. Looking carefully, Twitch was fairly sure it was the only thing holding him up.
    “If you’re going to fall over, make sure there’s a seat under you. I don’t know what happened to the cargo suit and I still can’t shift your carcass.”
    “See? Should eat something. Maybe you’ll grow. Miracles happen, tiny– I mean, Twitch.” Grim made no move towards the chair. With a sigh, Twitch emptied his mug and pulled himself to standing. The sugar was already hitting his system, so better to drag a chair over to the muscle bound idiot before he collapsed.

  6. “She was only after my money!” raged Nigel Slim-Howland. “She’s like, I don’t know, a vulture! Not literally, of course. A metaphor.”

    “A simile,” said his butler, Jenkins. “In any case, I’m programmed to understand comparisons.”

    “Simile,” huffed Nigel. “I stand corrected. But who disabled your tact filter?”

    “Unknown, sir.”

  7. “My son can fly!”, Ha, my son is a telekinetic genus!”, My son walked at one, talked at two and launched his first rocket at three.”, “My son invented …

    Ladies, ladies, ladies, you are so far off, the best way to compare a son is which is the ransomest.”

  8. “Those lessons,” said Millefleur, “will bear no comparison to your present studies. They are aware that you have yet to bear out your promise, but they will work to fulfill it, and they will not treat you tenderly. If you fail of your promise, you can not do your duty.”

  9. “They are horses,” the ambassador from Novi-Magyarski repeated, frowning as he smoothed his long, thick mustache. “Light in comparison with Terran draft breeds, but horses.”

    The Sub-Inspector for Species Dispersal looked from his data-pad to the animals and back. “Genetic manipulation was not approved. Section 48, subchapter 10479, paragraph D, sub-section four alpha clearly states that the colony charter only allows Equus Caballos, not later derivations or crosses.” He looked up from the data pad. “These animals must be euthanized at once, as per the—”

    A large hand slammed down onto his shoulder and spun him around. An enormous man, face crimson, hissed, “The. Are. Horses. Bred from native species that fit the ecosystem far better than the so-called Equus that were sent in the genetic material package. We are Magyars. We must have horses.”

    “But, but, horses have hoofs, not feet,” the sub-Inspector managed to squeak. How dare these misguided individual disobey regulations so carefully written for their own safety?

    1. “What happened to the inspector?”
      “The Magyars played one of their wedding games. You know, the one with the ball?”
      “And they…”
      “Yep. And they used dogs to retrieve the ball, too.”

  10. “This drink is… off. Not really bad, but not what I’ve come to expect. Hrmm. Did you use orange curacao?”

    “No.”

    “Grand Marnier?”

    “No.”

    “Cointreau?”

    “No.”

    “Alright, what DID you use?”

    “That bottle in the fridge.”

    “Explains the slightly bitter note. That’s Campari, son.”

  11. You want a comparison?

    “A brave man is a man who dares to look the Devil in the face and tell him he is a Devil.” — James Garfield

    vs.

    “But it is dangerous to gather floures that grow on the banks of the pit of hell, for fear of falling in; yea they which play with the devils rattles, will be brought by degrees to wield his sword, and from making of sport they come to doing of mischief.” — Thomas Fuller

  12. We must be careful to distinguish between the Changed, the victims of Gorlath’s dark-magic misshapings and their descendants, and the indigenous sophonts of the various worlds of Ixil-sun. While we may compare a kitsune or werewolf to the arithrae, since all of them are able to take various shapes, it may lead us to regard them as more similar than they are. The ability to take the form of an animal is by no means the same as the arithrae ability to take corporeal form as it suits their purposes, since the latter’s nature is incorporeal, as insubstantial as a breath of wind.

  13. The moon rose. It was merely a deep harvest gold, looming past the trees, rather than a red. Ciara sighed. And now for a quiet night at home, with no company but a book. She had not been told when she would attend another crowded, glittering ball. Or even if.

  14. She went down the road toward the town. It was not a village like the earlier ones, and it was certainly not the white building built into the mountain that were the first place she remembered. With their endlessly uniform corridors and rooms, and courtyards of greenery and white flowers.

  15. Presidential clerihews:

    Millard Fillmore
    Told his dentist, “Drill more!
    Don’t give me Novocain!
    I really love the pain!”

    Rutherford B. Hayes
    Wandered about in a daze.
    To his consternation
    He was faced with imminent inauguration.

    Benjamin Harrison
    Was beyond all comparison.
    O! What Muse could sing the story
    Of his coruscating glory?

  16. “You can’t compare them.”

    “Why not? Comparison of any two artifacts does not imply that they are the same thing.”

    “There’s no point in comparing them. They come from radically different cultures. The Morava’a created a huge, planet-spanning civilization. Their descendants are still living in some of their original cities. The Bhomatians barely got to agriculture before they disappeared, never mind planet-wide civilization.”

    “Well, for one thing, you just made a comparison. For another…are you sure the Bhomatians disappeared?”

  17. “Damn!” Riley swore, brushing the ice crystals off his clothes as he staggered to his feet, staring daggers at his brother. Lyall looked as smug as ever, blowing a wisp of mist off his finger before saying “I’ve told you a thousand times, dear brother. When it comes to magic there’s no comparison between us.”

    If Riley hadn’t been chilled to the bone he’d have charged that stuck-up twit and pounded him for his attitude. That, and the strong hand clamping down on his shoulder, kept him from running after his younger brother.

    “It’s not worth it.” a voice behind him said, the speaker shaking his head slightly as they both watched Lyall walk away.

    “Tch!” Riley grunted in response, brushing more ice out of his black hair. “Where the hell did he get that attitude from, anyway?! I’ve never heard you or mom talk like that!”

    “Probably somewhere on my side of the family,” the older man sighed. “You’d be surprised how often kids turn out like relatives they never met, or so Uncle Nathan’s always said.”

    “That kid’s going to get his ass in serious trouble some day.” Riley grumbled, finally getting some feeling back in his fingers. “Unless one of us knocks some sense into him first.”

    The older man simply nodded before turning to the oldest of his three children. “If you want to be the one to do it then we’d better make sure you get some practice in with something other than your fists.”

    “Ready when you are, Dad!” Riley grinned, his spirits rising once again.

  18. “It’s like slicing for yourself inside the pie. You’re taking your due, but disenfranchising others.”

    “But that *isn’t* my due. My due is one slice of pie, crust and all. If my due were generically one-eighth of the pie, taking it from wherever *wouldn’t* disenfranchise others.”

    “…Okay, bad comparison. Sorry.”

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