Sunday, September 30, 2012

Book Of Death by S Evan Townsend Spotlight & Tour

Title:  Book of Death                                                       

Author: S. Evan Townsend

Publisher:   World Castle Publishing

Length:  266 pages

Sub-Genres: Vampires, Paranormal Entities 



They live among us. We know they are there. No government can control them; no authority can stop them. Some are evil. Some are good. All are powerful. They inhabit our myths and fairy tales. But what if they were real, the witches, wizards, and fairy godmothers? What if they were called "adepts" and were organized into guilds for mutual protection and benefit? And what if some of them discovered a power that other adepts could not match.

During the turbulent 1960s, when American adept Peter Branton agrees to go to Transylvania for the CIA, he suspects it's not about ball bearings as he was told. What he finds is a plot that could kill millions of people and plunge the world into eternal tyranny and bloodshed. Branton doesn't know it, but he's about to face the adept guilds' worst nightmare: practicing necromancers with a taste for human blood.


I'd never seen this type of meta before. At least I assumed that's what it was, as the wooden man inexorably walked toward me with a creak of moving wood, like tree branches in a heavy wind. It was raising its arms for another blow so I stepped back and shot an airbolt at it. I heard wood crack, but that didn't stop it. It swung again and its wooden fist pounded into my face, knocking me down and back on the sidewalk. Somewhere I heard screams and yells. A guy sitting on the sidewalk, his back to a storefront, muttered, "Wow, bad trip, man."

The Indian was bending over, its face expressionless except for the painted-on peace sign as it seemed to prepare for another attack. I shot fire at it, assuming old dry wood would ignite easily, and it did: the hippie dress went up in flames, and now the monster was a burning mass, still attacking me. It smacked me again with a flaming arm and I suffered from both the impact and the burns. Nearly screaming, I scrambled away on hands and knees. I don't think I'd ever been that scared. Still it came, oblivious to the fact it was on fire.

A motorcycle cop I hadn't noticed jumped off his bike, pulled his service revolver, and shot it into the Indian with six cracks of bullets being fired. It had no effect other than sending burning splinters of wood flying. The cop suddenly looked frightened, and was gripping his billy club but taking no further action.

People were screaming loudly now. I looked around, looking for an escape. If I could teleport away I might escape, but I could see no clear place to teleport to. Briefly I wondered what happened to Ernestine and if she were safe. I didn't sense the presence of another adept, but I didn't really have the ability to be quiet enough to do so. I just hoped she was okay.

The burning Indian smacked me again, hard, in the chest and I felt as if my feet left the ground as I was knocked into a car's side. I heard and felt sheet metal crumple and knew I'd hit the car hard. My vision was going gray. But I realized my shirt was on fire and that kept me from passing out; if I passed out I was probably dead. I pulled water from the air to douse the fire, but this took time and the Indian was on me again, even though it was moving very slowly.

I wondered if I'd survive until the wooden Indian had been consumed by the flames. It hit me again, knocking me to the sidewalk. There was an unpleasant smell and I realized my hair was burning. I used my bare hand to pat out the flames. This gave the Indian time to hit me again, hard. It almost felt as if I flew through the air and was slapped painfully to the sidewalk, the Indian still lumbering toward me.

In desperation I shot another airbolt at it. It must have been on the verge of falling apart because that hit blew it into flaming pieces that scattered over the street and also hit me, burning my skin or singeing my clothes. But it was no longer attacking.
Why Urban Fantasy
I wrote this novel which eventually became known as Agent of Artifice.  My publisher took one look at it and said, "it's an urban fantasy."  I had to google "urban fantasy" (up until then I was calling it a "historical fantasy spy thriller").
According to Wikipedia, for a fantasy to be urban: "The prerequisite is that they must be primarily set in a city."   To me, the archetypical urban fantasy is the Underworld movie franchise.  But when I sat down to write the Adept Series, I didn't not say, "hey, let's write three urban fantasy books."   Actually, I wanted to write a novel set during World War II using a universe I developed when writing a short story called "Lesser Magic."  From there the stories grew.
I have an awful confession for a fantasy writer: I don't read a lot of fantasy/paranormal.  In fact, I'm still getting over the idea that I wrote three fantasy novels.  I never read fantasy before except for Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit and some fantasies by Larry Niven and Robert Heinlein.  The thing I liked about Heinlein and Niven's fantasies is that they had rules and were internally consistent.  When I read other fantasies (and I, admit, I may have drawn my curve without enough data points), it seemed anything was possible and there were no rules.  So when I set out to write fantasy (which, I didn't set out to do, really), I developed rules.  Rules such as if my adepts (magic folk) use too much power, they get physically tired.  Rules such as without their talisman, they are a lot weaker.  Some spells take a lot of what I call "meta" such as healing yourself (they often simply fall asleep after) and some don't take so much.   And probably the best rule was that you can't make offensive spells when you have a protection spell up.  And you can't move, either.
So, you could say, I didn't choose Urban Fantasy, Urban Fantasy chose me.  Why did it choose me?  I have no idea. The first thing I ever wrote in what has become the "Adepts Universe" (where some people, called "adepts" can manipulate people and nature through spells) started out as a science fiction story.  Sometimes when I'm bored I just start writing a story not with any idea of it going someplace.  So I was writing this story set in the near future about a man on the run from  . . . something (I hadn't determined that yet).  I was setting up the scene (a motel room just south of the "Seattle-Portland megalopolis") when for some reason I typed: "I put alarm spells on the door and window and put the gun on the nightstand."  I have no idea why.  The scene continued:
It could have been a few minutes or it could have been hours later when the door alarm woke me.  In my mind I saw the door fly open and two armed men rushed in.  Warriors, I thought, that's not very imaginative.  A bright light, part of the spell, slapped them in the face letting me clearly see their weapons, sawed-off shotguns, and as an added benefit prevented them from seeing me.
But writing that story gave me some history, some background, vocabulary, and some rules (do NOT let another adept learn your real name!).  I wrote one of the favorite things I've ever written and you, dear reader, are going to be the first to get to read it:
The window alarm went off inside my cranium.  Damn, the warriors had been a diversion.  A roc, wingspan of at least six feet, crashed through the glass and ripped through the fabric of the curtain.  It had large eyes designed for seeing in the dark and long, obsidian-like talons.
I had one bit of powerful meta I had been saving for just such emergencies.  I had to let go of the gun with my right hand, leaving it in my left hand, and pointed at the great bird.  Fire jumped from my fingertip, across the unused bed, to the creature, slamming it into the wall and igniting its feathers.  The force of the spell knocked me into my bed and radiant heat from the arc of flame burned my hand.  I swept my finger across the room to the warriors, leaving a line of fire of the wall.  One man was beating a hasty retreat and I got him in the back.  His clothes ignited then his skin.  He screamed once before the flames entered his lungs and fatally silenced him.  The other warrior stood still, perhaps in fright, and passively went up in flames.  Both squirmed on the floor a sickeningly long time.
As it burned, the roc jumped around the room spasmodically, almost falling back out the window, and flailed its wings filling the air with flying black feathers.  It smashed into the TV and the LCD screen shattered.  One of the room's walls was on fire, the roc was ripping up the carpet with its talons, and the dying warriors were spreading the fire to the floor.
Alarms sounded and the fire sprinkler began spraying cold water like some indoor cloud burst over the room, furniture, bed, the broken TV producing sparks and smoke and immediately soaking all my clothes.  I jerked back the slide on the gun and emptied the magazine into the roc.  As each hollow-point mushroomed in its body it screeched like fingernails on a chalkboard.  Its black blood spattered the walls only to be washed down to the wet rug to lie with the ejected shell casings.  I heard the great bird's breath rattle out for the last time.
(I wrote this years before LCD TV screens.)  Yes, I'm serious, before now, no one has ever read that.  It's been sitting on my hard drive (or actually, a few different hard drives) for something like 15 years.  (Rocs show up in Hammer of Thor renamed ruhkhk.)  Why urban fantasy?  Because it lets me write scenes like what you just read.

Amazon -
S. Evan Townsend has been called 'America's Unique Speculative Fiction Voice.' Evan is a writer living in central Washington State. After spending four years in the U.S. Army in the Military Intelligence branch, he returned to civilian life and college to earn a B.S. in Forest Resources from the University of Washington. In his spare time he enjoys reading, driving (sometimes on a racetrack), meeting people, and talking with friends. He is in a 12-step program for Starbucks addiction. Evan lives with his wife and has three grown sons. He enjoys science fiction, fantasy, history, politics, cars, and travel.
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Author Interview Kylie Scott - Flesh & Giveaway

Id like to welcome Kylie Scott to Page Flipperz today to answer some questions about herself and also her new book coming out called Flesh. ** hmmmm I cant wait to read this one.. **  

When the plague hit, her neighbours turned into mindless, hungry, homicidal maniacs.
Daniel has been a loner his entire life. Then the world empties and he realises that being alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Finn is a former cop who is desperate for companionship, and willing to do anything it takes to protect the survivors around him.
When the three cross paths they band together; sparks fly, romance blooms in the wasteland and Ali, Daniel and Finn bend to their very human needs in the ruins of civilisation.
Lust, love and trust all come under fire in Flesh as the three band together to survive, hunted through the suburban wastelands.

Flesh can be brought here

Interview with Kylie Scott  

Where do you live ? 

I live in South East Queensland with my two children and one long-suffering husband. We have a noisy cat named Puffin and a Schnauzer named Astrid. Astrid believes beauty beats brains every single time. She also thinks no one knows that she eats all the cat’s biscuits and climbs onto the lounge to sleep after everyone’s gone to bed. Sadly for her she’s a very noisy eater.

What inspired you to write this book?  

I’ve always loved ‘B’ Grade horror, especially George A Romero with his brilliant Zombie Apocalypse films. Also, ‘The Stand’ by Stephen King is one of my favourite books. I loved the idea of the empty world with everything just lying around, waiting to be picked up again. Of people having to learn to live without all the mod cons. Team that with my lust for tales of romance and here we are.

·       Why did you choose to write Erotica?

I feel a little cheated if the relationship ends at the bedroom door. Sex is a part of life and it’s a big tell in a lot of ways as to how a couple does or doesn’t work. I believe it’s very much a part of a love story and deserves its place on the page.

·       Did any book, character or person inspire you to write this story, aka do you have a muse?

I guess all the great action heroines over the years inspired me. Characters like Sarah Connor from Terminator and Ripley from Aliens. You can’t help but admire women who were willing to stand up and deal as best they could with whatever was thrown at them. Women who were afraid but didn’t let that fear rule them. They just got on with the job to hand and I love that.

·  Do you do your own covers if not who does them and if so .. wow

My publisher Momentum is responsible for the saucy cover. It’s great isn’t it? I just might need it poster size on my office wall for future inspiration. Those hands. Yum. And the banner on my website is by my mate Jay from this he(ART) of mine.

<!-What are the most important elements of good writing? According to you what tools must you have?

You have to develop a thick skin. Feedback is hard to take but it’s invaluable if you want to develop as a writer. Apart from that, it’s like Stephen King said, ‘Read a lot, Write a lot’. Join a writers group, find some good critique partners, try and try and try. I think if it’s your passion, story-telling is something you can spend a life-time learning how to do well.

Have any books or authors influenced what you write?

Stephen King as mentioned. I think Lauren Dane and Lorelei James do ménage romance the best. There are so many great Romance Writers. Roni Loren and Cari Silverwood are some of my latest favourites. And no one does lush and lovely Deep Point of View quite like the wonderful Anna Campbell.

·      What is your writing process do you follow a routine?

I’m trying to learn how to be a plotter. I’ve started setting out with a brief scene map so I don’t veer off into the wilds and get hopelessly lost 50,000 useless words down the track. In the map I just do a few sentences to say what happens. What changes. Who is the point of view. Brief bits like that to guide the way and keep me out of the wilderness.

       Did you or have your learnt anything writing your book?

Oh heaps... I actually worked with a writing mentor on Flesh. Her name is Louise Cusack and she would give me feedback and advice on the manuscript as it progressed. She really helped me hone my craft and kick it in the pants up to the next level. She encouraged me to stick with it when things got tricky. Flesh was a huge learning curve for me with regards to pretty much everything. Working with Louise really pushed me forward when I was floundering. I can’t recommend her highly enough.

      What do you find the hardest part about writing, do you ever suffer writers block?

You know what really gets me? Other ideas. They turn up all shiny and sparkly and they look so much easier and so much more fun than the hard work you’re doing on that tired old manuscript you’ve had sitting around since dinosaurs walked the earth. Not getting distracted by fresh story ideas is the issue for me.

·      Any advice to future writers?

Join Romance Writers of Australia or America or a writing group wherever you are. Don’t give up. And don’t let other people tell you your story or that the very idea of writing is rubbish. Smile and wave. Move on. Keep working at it.

<How long have you been writing for and what do you have planned for future works?

I’ve been writing seriously for six years now. I’m working on the follow up to Flesh and I have a short story set in that same world being released 1st of November. There’s also a Sci-Fi Erotic Romance I’m polishing up for submission.

·      If you could have dinner with anyone – dead or alive who would it be and why?

Richard Armitage--and my husband isn’t invited. Enough said?

·       <!--[endif]-->Any favourite songs you listened to while writing? 

Oh, wow. I have a list. Would you like to see the list? Hang on.
From the Sea – Eskimo Joe
Heart’s a Mess – Gotye
Breathe Me – Sia
Thump – Bertie Blackman
Fool for You – John Butler Trio
Dark Storm – The Jezabels
Where they Wander – HoororPops
Monsters – Something for Kate
The Cutter – Howling Rabbits
Basically stuff by those bands on repeat for hours on end.
·       What do you enjoy doing in your free time?

There a couple of TV shows I’m addicted to like True Blood and Game of Thrones. I play a bit of acoustic guitar. I basically just hang out with my husband and kids. And the Schnauzer.


Night or day

Fly or walk
Fly. Always.

Summer or winter

Vampire  or werewolf

Feathers or fur
Ooh, that’s hard. I’ll go with fur.

E format or paperback

Satin or lace

Norty or nice ;)
Naughty. Without fail.

Whips or chains

Tall dark and handsome or blonde burly and brisk
Richard Armitage. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> :) 

High heels or flat
Flat. I’m terribly clumsy and likely to take out innocent passersby in heels.

Lipstick or lip gloss
I chew my lips when I’m stressed. Gross, huh? So lip balm please. a Rafflecopter giveaway