Saturday, July 25, 2015

Continue The Rys Chronicles on Google Play Books - Judgment Rising 50% off



Enjoy new adventures with your favorite characters from The Rys Chronicles fantasy series and meet new players in this saga of magic. I'm currently promoting Judgement Rising with a 50 percent off sale at Google Play Books. That sale price is good through the end of July.

Even if you haven't read the first two books of The Rys Chronicles, you can jump into some epic summer reading with this novel that launches a new story five years after the rebellion that put Shan on the rys throne.

About the Novel:



The heroes of The Rys Chronicles epic fantasy series face new challenges when an ancient foe rises from the dust of a lost civilization. These ancient magic users join forces with the Atrophane Empire and give its human army the magic to challenge the rys. 

See more about Judgment Rising at Google Play Books.


My novels are also at other retail outlets listed on the left sidebar, but this sale price is specific to the Play Store this month. 


Prologue from Judgment Rising




Life stirred in a forgotten bunker. Locked in hibernation seemingly without end, it had taken refuge in cold stone to escape a freeze beyond the scope of mere winter. After the thaws of five springs unblighted by Onja’s magic, cells began the sluggish return to life.
The dark rock of the Tabren Mountains soaked up the warmth of the sun, and the elder slopes recalled their children who had once played at civilization on the knees of the world. At first, only a few grains of granite came loose from the mountainside. It was a minor loss to the mountain, yet it was different than erosion.
Then, with the sun at its zenith, smoke curled from where the grains had fallen. The rock began to glow red like the iron in the forge until a circular patch burned away. In the small hollow appeared two rows of teeth. Air hissed into the mouth as the life took its first greedy gasp after long centuries of deprivation.
For days nothing happened except the occasional rasping of air across the dry teeth. The spring advanced and the sun stayed longer with each passing until the snows dripped all day and a tiny stream channeled into the mouth. Then rain came and filled the imprisoned vessel to overflowing.
On the next morning, the rock had swollen and an organic form bulged forth from the secluded mountainside. As the day continued, heat radiated from the bulging shape until its outer shell evaporated in a thick steam. What was revealed had the same steel gray color as the remote mountain.
The body was perfect with broad shoulders and sculpted pectorals above a well-defined abdomen. A bald head with a slack face stared vacantly from the high lonely place. This statue carved from the mountain was male and he reclined against the Tabren like a young God from the beginning of the world.
When night came and the constellations wheeled across the sky, his eyes began to sparkle. The lights in the heavens, after crossing space for eons, on this night discovered a purpose and re-ignited the soul in that forsaken body. Gradually, his eyes gathered the white light until their glow illuminated his naked body. He lifted his hands and looked at them.
The fingers, with their sensitive tips, told him that he possessed a physical body. He could feel the blood pulsing inside the flesh, but then, as he continued to stare at his hands, he began to scream. The scream lashed out at the night and filled the chasm that separated him from the next mountain. After the wretched sound reached a peak of volume, the wailing faded and he was left with pain in his throat.
Pain?
It was a thought and it made him realize he had a mind. But more thoughts were not forthcoming. He experienced only the animal desires of an animal existence. Hunger, pain, fear. Perhaps without hunger, there would be no pain. And perhaps without pain, there would be no fear. And when that was gone, maybe there could be other things. Like memory. Like language.
But until then, there was only flesh that needed to be fed.

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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

The Benefits of Perennials in the Home Garden

 
People often associate gardening with a lot of work. I suppose it is unless you enjoy it and recognize that it's a way to get great quality food. Then, it becomes a pleasant outdoor activity that yields food. I've grown a lot of food in my home gardens over the years, and I apply permaculture principles as best I can.

One tenet of permaculture is to use perennial plants. 

Perennials are plants that come back year after year, like a grape vine. Plants that only live for one season are called annuals. Many popular garden vegetables fall into the annual category.

Many tasty fruits, however, are perennial plants like apple trees and raspberries. I'm writing about raspberries today because they illustrate the benefits of perennial crops, such as:

  • Plant it once. You don't have to spend energy planting them every year. You don't have to dig holes and plant new seeds. Perennials grow back. This is a great energy saver.
  • Increasing yields over time. As the perennial matures, it produces an increasing yield -- all while you aren't doing much. 
  • Most plants in the wild are perennials because it is a successful botanical strategy. The plant can put energy into more growth instead of a mad dash to reproduce in a single season. 
  • Perennials form large, deep, and far-ranging root systems. This makes them more resilient and self sufficient. Translation: You don't have to rush out there to water them if it hasn't rained for 3 days.  Their large root systems also stabilize soil and improve its ability to soak up water.
  • They pull nutrients from deep in the soil that annual plants never have a chance to get to. They don't require frequent or intense applications of fertilizers to perform. Except for a few shovel fulls of composted manure and garden compost, I haven't personally given any nutrients to my raspberry patch this year or last year.

Raspberries Are Easy to Grow

I love raspberries, so they pass the "I'm going to eat them" test for inclusion in the garden. They are also darned easy to grow. The picture at the top shows my raspberry patch as it looks this year.  Although the picture does not offer any points of reference, the patch is occupying a space that is approximately 12 feet by 8 feet.

This patch started as two canes less than 2 feet in height. I bought them on clearance in July 2012 and stuck them in the ground. This is not a recommended method for growing anything, but I saw the sale and took a chance. As you might recall, 2012 was a historic drought in the Midwest. I had never seen it so dry and hot in the Great Lakes. Diligently, I watered the pathetic sticks, and they struggled to remain green and put out a few new leaves. Even under good circumstances, you would need to water them the first year they are planted because roots are still small and need time to establish.

Over the summers of 2013 and 2014, I watered the raspberries less and less. They grew more vigorously and put up more canes without seeming to need anything from me. They also, thus far, have endured two Polar Vortexes, which are absolute butt-kickers of winters. The winter of 2013/2014 was the worst I had ever experienced. It was followed by a nonexistent spring and a cold disgrace of a summer. But I got raspberries last summer. We ate fresh ones for snacks, and I squirreled away enough to make 3 half pints of jam.

Last year's crop would have been better, but the long six-foot canes that had grown had been killed by the severe winter except for where they were covered by snow. This meant I only got fruit off about 2 to 3 feet of cane. Raspberries produce fruit on second-year growth. The canes that are coming up this year will make berries next summer. So always let new canes grow. In the fall, cutting out the old canes that have completed fruiting will clear up the patch for the next season.

During the winter of 2014/2015, another Polar Vortex descended. Although it was somewhat less horrible than the first one, we still experienced bitter subzero temperatures for weeks upon weeks. This is the bottom range of Zone 5 for which most of my plants are rated. Because we did not get as much snow last winter, I went out and shoveled snow around my canes to protect them from the cold. I must have looked weird shoveling snow in my yard.

The canes came through very well, however, even the portions that were above the snow line. 

So far this summer, I've been picking raspberries for weeks. I have four quarts in the freezer that I will thaw and cook into jam in the coming days. We've also been eating fresh raspberries at will during this time.

There you have it. Raspberries are not much work, and they give me delicious berries year after year. They're also a fruit that is kind of pricey at the store because of its poor shelf life. Another great reason to grow them. I get them at the peak of freshness every time.  

And the most dazzling reward of all....

This lovely raspberry pie.





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Friday, July 17, 2015

Save Big on Google Play Books on Great Fantasy Read


For a limited time, save 50 percent on The Goddess Queen: The Rys Chronicles Book I by Tracy Falbe  


Opening from the novel...


Tytido looked up from his almost finished dinner and chuckled.
Dreibrand coughed a little then asked, “Why do you laugh?”
“Nothing, Sir,” Tytido replied.
“No, tell me,” Dreibrand insisted. “You looked at me and laughed.”
Tytido considered a moment, then decided it was safe and said truthfully, “You smoke funny.”
Dreibrand frowned and contemplated the pipe Tytido was sharing with him. The pleasantness of the smoke kept him from staying perturbed and he took another puff. Again Tytido smiled.
“What do I do wrong?” Dreibrand asked with exasperation, glancing around the tavern to see if anyone else was amused.
“I can’t explain, Sir,” Tytido said helplessly.
“See if I take you out to dinner again,” Dreibrand grumbled indignantly and returned the pipe to the Hirqua.
Tytido examined the half-charred contents of his pipe. “Forgive me, Sir. I don’t mean to be rude.”
Dreibrand gestured dismissively and relaxed back into his chair. He was not really upset. The food at the tavern had been excellent and he felt very warm, comfortable and happy. He had not had much of a chance to experience common Temu society and so far he enjoyed the atmosphere of Dengar Nor.
A good fire crackled in the great fireplace and Temu men sat around in small cliques drinking, smoking, eating, and playing games. One man tuned an instrument, preparing for the increased festivities of the later hours. On the wall by Dreibrand’s table hung the skin of a large speckled cat unlike any animal in the east, and he studied it with interest.
 A pretty girl, probably the tavernkeeper’s daughter, came by with a pitcher of wine. Tytido had his cup refilled but Dreibrand required no more drink.
Once she moved on, Tytido inquired quietly, “Do you think the Sabuto will be that much trouble to us?”
Sighing, Dreibrand admitted, “Actually, I think they will. Although the Temu like to think they are cowards, I know they are not. The Sabuto have to see our rebellion against Jingten as their big chance to hurt the Temu. They will assemble as large a force as they can.”
Tytido said, “I have never fought with a Sabuto, but they do not have the reputation of the Hirqua and Shan will bring us victory.”
“Yes, he will,” Dreibrand agreed.
The door of the tavern banged open and the draft of wind made the lanterns flicker. Redan and Misho entered in obviously high spirits. Misho’s face was scarred and still swollen and his hand was still bandaged. The healers had feared that Misho’s hand would be permanently crippled, and half of his face remained slack. Despite these problems, the young warrior seemed to have regained his vigor and he had become a close friend to Redan.
The Temu patrons quickly recognized the long loose hair of the Zenglawa and frowned. The hushed rustle of disapproving gossip circled the room like dry leaves.
Redan ignored them and proceeded straight to the bar. He slung his bow comfortably on his shoulder and produced a small pouch of coins. After he and Misho obtained drinks, they turned to find a table. The Temu had strategically spread out, making no seats appear available.
Redan spotted his general and Tytido at a table and brightened. Part of Misho’s face also showed relief to see his commanders because he knew he did not keep popular company.
“May we join you, Sir?” Redan asked.
Dreibrand nodded and they settled in happily.
“I see you have some money, Redan?” Dreibrand commented suspiciously.
 Redan and Misho shared a conspiratorial look. Patting his new bow, Redan whispered, “It is not hard to get a Temu to bet against a Zenglawa these days.”
Dreibrand wanted to show strong disapproval but only managed a paternal shake of his head. He had a sneaking suspicion that Redan had a pretty good hustle, and Dreibrand could not resist respecting that.
Dreibrand simply advised, “Do not win too much money from our Temu hosts.”
Gulping down some wine, Redan nodded. He knew too well the wisdom of his general’s advice, but he had had a very gratifying day and wanted to celebrate his success.
“We’ll all be hustling in the streets if we don’t get paid something,” Tytido mentioned.
“Yeah, I am working on that, Lieutenant,” Dreibrand responded, trying to hide his discomfort. “I think Shan has most of his finances worked out with the King. But for now the Yentay have shelter and food and you should not complain. And I am going to try and get everybody as much new gear as I can.”
“Sir, I know you will get us as much as you can, but Lord Shan offered pay after we volunteered,” Tytido pressed.
“We will all be wealthy when Jingten is taken,” Dreibrand reminded.
“Truly, but I wouldn’t mind something to spend now in case I get killed, Sir,” Tytido said.
Dreibrand laughed because there was no arguing with that point. “I will remind Lord Shan as soon as I can. He appreciates us and I am sure he will be generous. I could use some pay myself. I have the woman with a child on the way.”
The Yentay chuckled at his impending financial burden and Tytido congratulated his general again. Dreibrand had just enough wine left to share a toast with them.
Pushing back his chair, he announced his intention of returning to the castle.
“Please stay, Sir. We should drink a couple more toasts to your good fortune,” Tytido invited.
“No, not tonight, but thank you, Lieutenant. I should not get drunk and ask Shan for your pay,” Dreibrand joked.
Tytido agreed with a grin and the three Yentay stood respectfully as their general left the table.
“Do stay out of trouble,” Dreibrand ordered, giving Redan his particular attention.
On his way out, Dreibrand looked back at his men. Redan had called for more wine and held his cup close while the girl filled it. He admired her with less then proper Temu manners and it did not look to Dreibrand like Redan had any plans of staying out of trouble that night. With a shrug, Dreibrand stepped out into the street. He knew no one deserved their fun like soldiers. Thinking warmly of Miranda, he anticipated his own pleasures.


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Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Coupon Codes for 10 Fantasy Novels Equal Great Summer Reading



The Smashwords Summer/Winter sale is in full swing and lasts through July 31st. Ebook readers worldwide can enjoy lots of free downloads and discounted ebooks during this sale.

All of my fantasy novels are included in the promotion. Three of my series begin with free ebooks and the sequels are all 25% off this month when you checkout with the coupon code SSW25. (The code is on my book pages at the retailer too.)

I have a total of 10 fantasy ebooks available at Smashwords, a retailer that sells my books worldwide in all popular ebook formats. You don't have to be in the U.S. or have a specific type of tablet to get the ebook you want.

Browse all my novels and get some great summer reading for free or at 25% off.

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Friday, July 10, 2015

Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale Author Spotlight

Author A.L. Butcher has shared with me her titles that are on sale at Smashwords.


At one minute past midnight Pacific time on July 1, the special Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale promotion catalog goes live on the Smashwords home page. Readers can browse the catalog and search by coupon code levels and categories. At the stoke of midnight Pacific time on July 31, the catalog disappears.


The coupon codes only work at Smashwords, not at retailers served by Smashwords.





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Sunday, July 5, 2015

Reflecting on how Frank Herbert's Dune inspired me on its 50th



I've been asked many times which authors influence me the most. Always at the top of my list is Frank Herbert. I was reminded of this today when I saw that it's been 50 years since the publication of his master work Dune.

I read Dune as a young person. I consider it my first experience reading an adult novel. I was utterly captivated by its third-person omniscient multiple character point of view. I loved having insights into the thoughts of so many of the characters.

As for the universe of Dune, I was amazed by its cultural detail. It had politics. It had religion. It had a history, most notably the Butlerian Jihad that had freed people from their machine masters. (We're obviously just entering that grim age.)

As a girl, I was quite blown away by the Bene Jesserit Sisterhood. The concept of a powerful female society that manipulated politics and religion on a galactic scale appealed to me utterly. I wondered unhappily why there were no female institutions like this in the real world. Maybe someday...

And of course their scheme to breed a super being was exciting. How the Sisters would get pregnant to capture a certain genetic was just plain cool. Talk about taking one for the team.

The aspect of the novel that really hooked me the most was the fact that the spice must flow. The spice or melange that came from Dune (Arrakis) powered interstellar travel. The entire empire and its economy were based upon control of the spice. The parallel to our oil-based civilization was blazingly bright. The novel revealed the ruthlessness with which this power would be defended. Paul lost his father and his children in the battle for control of the empire.

Another element of the novel that I still ponder all these decades later was how the Bene Gesserit had seeded the Fremen culture with a messiah prophesy so they could exploit it one day. Paul was not a native. He was not a Fremen, but he was accepted into the society and took control of it because of his abilities and the culture's receptivity to his authority. Quite brilliant.

I still gain meaning and inspiration from this great work of science fiction. Dune inspires me with the scope of its story and the breadth of its emotion. The story is exciting, thoughtful, tragic, brutal, dark, and triumphant. It has everything! As someone who studies the craft of making stories, I can always find new lessons in its pages.




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Thursday, July 2, 2015

Save 80% at Google Play Books - Savage Storm only 99 cents



If you've picked up Rys Rising: Book I for free at Google Play or elsewhere, you'll be excited to know that for the Fourth of July weekend I'm running a $0.99 ebook sale on Savage Storm: Rys Rising Book II. This novel is normally $4.99 as an ebook, so don't miss your chance to save 80 percent.

Savage Storm has been well received by readers and currently holds a 5-star rating in the Play Store.

Presented here are six flash excerpts from this epic novel, so you can get a feel for the style of this saga. The Rys Rising fantasy series is a complete 4-part series and tells the story of a clash of civilizations through multiple characters on both sides of the conflict.

1. Amar seeks an alliance with the nomadic Kelsur Tribe.

Burbin said, “If it is the will of your Onja that the Kelsurs should fight for her, why does she not come to us herself?”
“Because she has sent me as her messenger,” Amar answered readily. “Do you make all your requests in person? Is it wise to ignore the messengers of the powerful?”
Burbin groped for a come back to Amar’s facetious answer, but Moto interrupted, “Enough of this. Our tongues go in circles. If your rys is so powerful and you are her messenger, then her power will let you pass a test that I would put to you. If you pass, I will grant my hunters leave to volunteer for you if they wish.”
Amar listened carefully to the translation, and his eyes lit up. This was progress.
“Will you face my test?” Moto goaded.
Amar naturally wanted to ask what the test was, but such quibbling hesitation would show weakness.
“Of course,” he answered.
Moto looked over his shoulder at the hunters seated behind him. A tall man rose like a bear out of a berry patch. The thick muscles upon his long frame looked as hard and smooth as the granite upon which he stood.
“Only the spirits can help you against Bifolomo,” Moto said gleefully as his magnificent hunter moved forward. He looked like he could wrestle an elk to the ground. His eyes sparkled with wolfish intensity as he eyed the outlaw born under a roof.

2. Cruce attempts to rescue two men captured by the savages.

Even without Truleo’s help, Cruce could have located the captive militiamen. The howling, singing, and chanting punctuated by the most chilling screams drew him and the tabre rapidly to the fire lit ring. Many rows of savages insulated some horrible scene. On the outer fringe the savages milled and jockeyed for position, trying to see better the ritual murder of their prisoners.
Cruce and Truleo hovered in the darkness just outside the savage gathering. Nearby they could hear other men rushing to the scene, hoping to experience the gruesome sacrifice. Cruce knew that he would have to plunge into that merciless mass of bodies and do what he could. Another scream shredded his ears and amid the shouts and chants he heard screeching Nufalese curse words.
“Truleo, after I go in, make a distraction,” Cruce said.
The tabre was panting, but not from exertion. He was having a startling physiological reaction to the naked emotions rising from the savages and their victims. He had never imagined such horrors nor had he thought he could feel so small and weak before a group of humans. Their bloodlust exceeded those of any other animal and the power of it made him tremble.
“Truleo!” Cruce hissed urgently.
“I’m afraid,” the tabre said.
Cruce’s eyes bulged. “I’m going in there now,” he said, exasperated that the tabre was afraid when he was the one rushing alone into the raving pumping heart of savagedom.
More screams erupted, speaking to the worst of pains, and Truleo quailed.
“Do something now!” Cruce commanded and ran into the crowd.

3. Two friends talk before grim battle.

At the village smithy, they found a stone wheel with which to hone their weapons, and Rayden learned that every single arrow was already on the walls with other archers. His quiver would stay empty.
“Have to do this one the hard way,” Rayden sighed and drew his sword and applied it to the sharpening stone while Cruce spun it with the foot paddle.
“Thanks for saving me,” Cruce said belatedly.
Rayden did not look up from his sharpening. “You don’t have to thank me, Cruce,” he said.
Cruce fell silent. Rayden was right. Taking care of each other was what they were supposed to do. Rayden stopped to examine his sword’s blade and deemed it good. Cruce stopped spinning the sharpening stone and said, “If I die, you can have my house in Kahtep.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Rayden said sternly. True disapproval crinkled his happy boyish face. “I’m not a friend you need to buy.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Cruce said, really regretting if he had caused offense.
Rayden slid his sword into its scabbard. “I’m not your friend because of what you have,” he said.
The sentiment touched Cruce. A trustworthy friend was a great treasure. Inspired by rowdy nights in easier times, Cruce’s sense of humor nudged his gloominess. “So you don’t want the house?” he asked.
Grinning, Rayden replied, “I can’t afford the taxes.”

4. Demeda sends Amar forth into battle.

Amar regarded her without any patience. She knew that he had no use for any female words of caution or caring as he rushed to cross blades with the destinies of other men.
“Lord Amar,” she said. “I have brought you something.” Demeda lifted a yellow ribbon braided with a long lock of her black hair. She tied it around his right biceps. Its yellow stood out against the black leather sleeve. She said, “The Temulanka have long been the enemy of my tribe. This truth flows in my blood. Allow me to accompany you in this small way as you fight them.”
Amar took her hand after she tied on the ribbon. His gauntlet was rough against her small hand, but he indulged her with a fleeting look of tenderness.
Demeda then grasped the pommel of his enchanted iron sword and drew it from his belt. She lifted the blade and kissed it. Giving it back to him, she said, “Let my kiss be upon the sword that kills the one who was to be my husband.”
Amar sheathed the weapon and commented, “You are a vindictive girl to a man you never met.”
“I was to be his fourth wife. I took much offense from that insult,” she explained.

5. Dacian is merciful and sends a message.

The third tabre was thrown from his horse and landed at the side of the road. Dacian jumped on his back. With a knee pressing on the tabre’s spine, Dacian twisted his arms back and leaned over his head.
“Tell the Grand Lumin if he visits Jingten, Dacian will extend to him the same hospitality he showed me,” Dacian said.
The tabre priest turned his head, trying to see the rys on his back. “Dacian?” he said. “It’s Benar. Why is this happening?”
Dacian had recognized the priest. Benar had never been especially rude, but he had been no friend either. And the tabre’s pathetic attempt at familiarity disgusted Dacian.
“Why is this happening?” Dacian repeated angrily. “Is this not part of the Kwellstan Sect’s grand plan for Jingten?”
“Dacian, help us. This is all because of the rys female, Onja. She has brought murder upon us all,” Benar blathered.
Dacian shoved the tabre’s face roughly into the road. Onja wove her way among the smoking bodies of tabre and horses and joined Dacian.
“He blames you for what is happening in Jingten,” Dacian informed her.
“I did not sow that field,” she said. “Let me kill him. I am ashamed that I did not get all three with one spell.”
“Dacian,” Benar whined as Dacian pressed his face harder.
Despite his cruel mood, Dacian chose to be merciful. “You are spared, Benar. Tell your kind to stay out of the Rysamand Mountains,” he said and released the tabre.
Benar popped up to his hands and knees and looked up fearfully at the two rys lording over him. With his Nebakarz-trained sight, he saw their light blue auras flexing with unchained power. Witless with fear, the tabre sparkled with an instinctive shield spell and scrambled away. He cried out upon seeing the bodies of his brethren but he did not pause. Still screaming, he ran eastward into the night.
“I wanted to kill him,” Onja complained.
Dacian embraced her and kissed her hot murderous lips. “I let him go so he will infect all of the tabre with fear,” Dacian said.


6. Dacian and Onja liberate the rys.

Dacian and Onja entered the tower with the rushing crowd of rys. They mounted the marble platform and entered the levitation shaft. They went first to the Nebakarz library and secured it with spells and then they checked all the private chambers of the priests and collected their journals and warding crystals. With these potentially important things in their possession, Dacian and Onja allowed the other rys to loot the tower and glut themselves on righteous destruction. It suited the new King and Queen to let their willing subjects strip the tower of furnishings and smash Nufalese d├ęcor. Dacian and Onja would remake their new stronghold to suit themselves.
From the observatory, they watched the rys rushing through the tower in an ecstasy of possession.
Looking down the center of the tower that sang with insurrection, Onja said, “The tabre will never take back this place. Never.”
Dacian wholly agreed but warned, “Yet we shall surely have to defend our new kingdom.”
“After this night many of our rys will volunteer for such service, and we shall train them to fight,” Onja said.
Visions of war paraded in Dacian’s mind. With Onja and rys warriors at his side, he would cross the frontlines of history and Nufal would shudder within its shell of civilization.

Get Savage Storm: Rys Rising Book II for $0.99 this weekend at Google Play worldwide.


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