In Artie Kingfisher's world, wizards named Merlin, fire-breathing dragons, and swords called Excalibur exist only in legends and lore - until the day his video game Otherworld springs to life.
You are special, Arthur, Says the mysterious message in his game. In one week's time you will come to me at the it.
Cryptic clues lead Artie to a strange place called the Invisible Tower, where he discovers that nothing in his life is as it seems. Artie is none other than King Arthur, brought to life in the twenty-first century. Artie has won the battle in the virtual Otherworld - now the key to saving the real Otherworld lies in his hands as well.
Green dragons, hungry wolves, powerful sorcerers - suddenly Artie must battle them all as he wields Excalibur and embarks on a quest worthy of the Knights of the Round Table. With his sister, Kay, by his side, Artie steps into the Otherworld - straight toward his destiny.

The Book:

It was pretty funny. Like if you read a book like this it's bound to be funny right! Well that's just the case for me at least. So I think that it was also very creative using the sword and the stone story and twisting it to be something funny, AWESOME, cool, and amazing. Okay it's also epic in a fighting and dragon and creative way. My mom always says I say epic and no one knows what it means. Ahh well. So I think that this epic is a creative, dragon powers awesome kind of epic. It's easier to explain in typing then in speaking. So I think my favorite character is Kay Kingfisher. Because she it not afraid to fight people, she's a video game freak, Kay is also epic in a fighting and great at video game type of way. My second favorite character is Tom Thumb. He's the size of a thumb in our world and he's epic in an, even though I'm small I can whip your butt in three seconds. He's also a bit funny. Has anyone else noticed that my favorite character is normally a boy?? If you have please say so in the comments below!!

The Audio:


I thought that the reader, Patrick Lawer, was really good. He also sounded a lot like a boy, not like an adult.... Isn't that weird how they do that??? I think it is!! So he didn't do many different voices. Like the boys voices and the girls voices where pretty similar, so you can't recognize people by their voices except Tom Thumb, and Merlin(don't know his last name...:D) really. So he was good reader but over all I wish he had done voices. But his actual voice was good so it wasn't bad :D. I think that the best voice he does is Merlin's voice. Not how I'd have done it but it was really good all the same.... :D. I'm teird so I feel like inserting smileys here:
:D, :), :(, >:[, O.O ;) Thats it!

If you haven’t read any of Sean Hayden’s work, this is a great place to start. I just love this short story, Sean’s first dip into some romance with his vampires. If you like steampunk, check out his short Lady Dorn. Happy reading!

This is a short story! 0.99 on Amazon.

A smoky bar, a few too many drinks, it had all the makings of a perfect night. It looked even brighter when he walked in. “Tall, dark, and delicious,” she thought. Too bad Veronica didn’t realize he was having the same thoughts about her. She looked very delicious…to the predator. A shot with a chaser quickly turns into just a chase. Running for her life was not how she thought the night would end. Veronica had always had a thing for games. She could only pray she would win this one.

“Hot, sexy and twisted. Just like the author.” – Jen Wylie, Author of Sweet Light

“Sexy, sassy and served up with a twist, Sean Hayden’s ‘The Games We Play’ will leave you hot, bothered and lusting for one more bite.” – Katy O’Dowd, Author of The Lady Astronomer

“Dark and dangerous, suspenseful and sexy, this short story is a well-written, engaging tale of greed, lust and love.” – Jenny Hilborne, Author of Madness and Murder

I’ve not been around much lately, I’ve been a very busy bee! On top of working on Broken Aro edits, I’m having a great month of new releases! Out today is another new short story. This is a young adult fantasy, great for all ages about a young boy who loves music and playing his flute…it is a new take on what the children’s song Ring Around the Rosie could actually be about.

Thanks to everyone for their continued support! Please click on the link! Fb likes & shares, tweets and mentions anywhere are always appreciated! If you have a blog I’m happy to stop by I hope you enjoy my newest tale!

Ring Around the Rosie by Jen Wylie

An Untold Press eShort

Published Feb 2012 Price: 0.99 Available at Amazon 

Aaron is a normal boy fascinated with music. He loves playing his flute so much he doesn’t even mind lessons over summer break. When he meets a strange boy at the park who seems to be just as obsessed they spend summer days entertaining children in the parks woods. But friends often have secrets, music can be magical, and even the most innocent of children’s games can be more than they appear.

“Weaving the magical into the mundane, making you rethink what you already know, and mesmerizing you from start to finish. Only three of the reasons why I love Jen Wylie’s stories.” – Sean Hayden, Author of the Demonkin Series.

“A chilling tale of friendship, music and magic.” – J.A. Campbell, Author of Doc, Vampire-Hunting Dog.

“Chilling, thrilling and pitch perfect, will you take Jennifer Wylie’s hand and be led into a supernatural game? It’s not all child’s-play in ‘Ring Around the Rosie’.” – Katy O’Dowd, Author of The Lady Astronomer.

How to Create a Website in 3 Steps (with 10 thumbs). This is good sense advice succinctly put from Jo Ann Carson. NOTE – you do not have to buy. Word Press, Yola, Weebly and Wix all provide excellent ‘free’ – yes, that’s what I said, ‘FREE’ site templates, easy to assemble [if I can, anyone can] with lots of whizz-bang features!

Can’t remember when I’ve had so much creative fun with such a fantastic group of multitalented folk! 13th to 16th January  we arrived in from all over – WA, NT, Vic and  ’locals’ Christian and self.  We were housed in the Gatton Motel, a leg stretch away  from the main venue, not that we needed to walk. We were chauffeur driven everywhere by local Minibus/taxi owner Sue.

12a/aka 13

This is the door to my room, the non-existent  No. 13, on 13th January, a Friday, how lucky can you get!  Interesting how many places omit room 13, floor 13 etc etc. Do folk really think we are so bound by superstition and hangovers from the dark ages that we will eschew  a room or a whole floor just because of a place in a numeric sequence? Evidently it is so.

Presenting

Our sessions had small groups of ardent attendees at, what for me at any rate, were a series of workshops. who interacted with us freely and kept us on our toes with their questions. [more coming... I just need to sleep now...]

Frayed Edges, Loose Thread

A Short Story by Amelia M.L. Montes

(originally published in “Saguaro Journal”)

There was diabetes all over my house while I was growing up. There was diabetes in some of the old clothes Mamá wore after my sister Nina died of it. There was diabetes in some of the rags we used to dust the house with because when tío Tan lost his arm, he always gave Mamá the sleeves for us to use on the furniture. There was diabetes in our family photos.

Tía Concha had died long before I was born but I knew her through the yellowed pictures in the green shoe box—the box on the shelf above the hanging clothes in the closet. Tía Concha had no legs and sat in a long chaise lounge with many blankets on top of her so no one could tell, “but of course we all knew,” Mamá would say. Tía Concha posed in her chair, smiling toward the camera, her crooked fingers waving hello, or arranged carefully one on top of the other over the blankets. The close-up of tía Concha didn’t really focus on her long gray braid or front silver teeth. Instead, the camera caught her looking down at her fingers extended over a book. Her fingers reminded me of the twisted trees I saw on the coast of Monterrey—the ones that line the cliffs on the 17 mile drive—the trunks that look like they’re going straight but then curve off, now right, now left, leaning into each other, leaning out toward the sea.

Tía Concha lived by the sea but it wasn’t on the Monterrey coast of California. She lived in Mazatlán, where the trees are long lean palms. Mamá said that she and her cousins would take large palm branches and fan her on hot days. In one of the pictures, Abuela is ho

Writers measure time a bit differently than most people. At least that’s what I’ve found.

For instance, ask writers how long they worked that day and you might hear something like this—

“Let’s see. Well, I got those last three poems for my book done first thing this morning even before going to my inbox or Facebook. Then I finished doing the rewrite on a short story for one of the online literary mags. That was just before I grabbed some toast for breakfast. Once I got my stomach to quit growling, I worked on both blogs and the website for a couple of hours or so.

“Lunch was a quick cup of soup and a sandwich. I think that’s what I had. I don’t pay a lot of attention to food when my mind is working on an outline for a new storyline. Sometime in the afternoon I had to field a couple of calls from editors and then got back to the real work; social networking.

“I got a handle on the promotional announcements about the new book and a couple of speaking engagements so that I can send those out tomorrow. I also sent a couple of queries out and three submissions.”

Notice that there’s no mention of a real estimate of when the writer began work for the day or whether the work day was actually finished. Many times such considerations aren’t relevant to the profession. Deadlines, expectations, appointments make the grade for mental significance, but time spend working is just that—time spent. It doesn’t need to be counted or regulated.

This isn’t a nine to five career choice. It isn’t something that a writer quits thinking about at the end of the day. Something as simple as a new commercial on TV can trigger a flurry of creative activity. The writer’s mind is seldom quiet.

Perhaps that’s why clocks have importance to writers. It’s not to see how much time we’ve spent on a project that day. Instead, a clock tells us how little time we have left that day to work on what was planned for the docket.

And how do you measure time in a day’s schedule?

Until later, a bientot,

Claudsy