Monday, June 04, 2012

Independence Day 2012



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Traditions:

Going to see fireworks now with the grandkids.

Barbecuing

Potato Salad & Watermelon

Playing in the backyard -- swimming if it's warm enough

Relatives and friends

Red, White, and Blue

What are your traditions?

1776 Philadelphia


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IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America
When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. — Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.
He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.
He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.
He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.
He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.
In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.
We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. — And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.
North Carolina:

Please Welcome Annette Bower author of Moving On A Prairie Romance

Let's give a big welcome to guest author Annette Bower she has written Moving On A Prairie Romance.  

Annette will award a $25 GC to All Romance eBooks to one randomly drawn commenter, and a $10 Amazon GC to the host with the most comments (excluding Annette's and the host's).



Moving On: A Prairie Romance
by Annette Bower

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BLURB:

Anna is a mysterious woman that has just moved to Regina Beach. The residents of the small town know everyone’s business and they are very interested in discovering Anna’s secrets. Nick was a Sergeant in the Canadian Army, doing active duty until a horrific accident sent him home to recover. He helps Anna feel safe and comfortable in her new environment, just as he has always done for his men in strange, dangerous places. Meanwhile, he focuses on preparing for his future physical endurance test to prove that he is capable of returning to active duty.

Anna doesn’t talk about her past, and Nick doesn’t talk about his future therefore she is shocked to discover that his greatest wish is to return to active duty. She won’t love a man who may die on the job again. Intellectually, she knows that all life cycles end, but emotionally, she doesn’t know if she has the strength to support Nick.



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EXCERPT

Anna plowed through fallen leaves and broken twigs that were spread over the stone pathway leading to the stairs. The screened summer door sprung open but the solid weather door refused to budge. She twisted the key, jiggled the door knob and finally she turned sideways and bumped her hip against the stubborn paint- encrusted door. Banging against something and having it move felt wonderful. The momentary hip sting was an annoyance compared to the pain that she’d endured over the last year. Taking a deep breath she pushed the door open, inhaled stale air and watched dust motes floating on current of outside air.

The lawyer hadn’t known if Murray had spent any time here. Part of her wanted to look around and think of him as a carefree child, then a young man whole and alive, while the other part of her wanted a clean slate.    

Anna ran her hand over the white refrigerator and matching stove and trailed a finger in the dust on the country kitchen table and solid chairs. Through a large window was an expansive view of blue water. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth reminding her that she was thirsty. Anna turned the taps at the kitchen sink. They squeaked, but nothing came. All that water out there but none where she was going to live. She walked down a hallway and peered into rooms until she found the bathroom. The taps in the sink and tub repeated the noise and the toilet had green liquid in the bottom. She stomped her feet against the tiled floor. Damn. There were a few bottles of water in the car, but how would she use the other facilities? She didn’t know how to rough it; Murray was supposed to teach her how to camp in the wilds.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Annette Bower lives and writes in Regina, SK Canada. She is an author of many short stories published in anthologies and magazines in Canada, the United States and the United Kingdom. She explores women in families, women in communities and women at the beginning and end of love and their quest for love. She pursues the writing craft in workshops, conferences, Writing with Style, Banff Centre for the Arts, Victoria School of Writing, Sage Hill Writing Experience, the Surrey International Writing Conferences and the Romance Writing of America Conferences. 

When she isn’t writing she walks or bikes around the streets and parks in her neighborhood imagining complex worlds behind seemingly ordinary events.

Her first contemporary romance, Moving On A Prairie Romance is published by XoXo Publishing™ a division of Ninni Group Inc.


 
Recommendations:

I have just been reading MOVING ON on my Kindle. It's lovely... -- a gentle, feel-good book with a nice variety of individualized characters and a positive over-all message. The familiar setting was a treat too. Congratulations! I would recommend it. - Mary Balogh: http://www.marybalogh.com/

 
“Moving On: A Prairie Romance” by Annette Bower In “Moving On: A Prairie Romance”, Annette Bower explores the redemptive power of affection. When we meet Nick and Anna, the characters at the centre of the novel, both are reeling from devastating personal tragedies, and both are fearful of making a connection that would open them to future pain. In the course of the novel, Nick and Anna slowly but surely learn to trust and to hope. Bower’s warm tale of the coming together of her two very likable protagonists is told with a keen eye and an understanding heart. This lake-side romance is perfect summer reading. ….Gail Bowen, author of the Joanne Kilbourn series.  http://www.gailbowen.com/

“Moving On-A Prairie Romance is a tale for everyone.
 
While readers of Romance will identify with Bower's characters who, having been hurt by loss, are  caught in the age-old fear of unending pain but bravely do more  than endure, this novel is for those who either have or wish to leave the bustle of city life for the peace of the country. Her people are so real, they almost leap off the page and you swear they live just down the road from you.  Read on and Move on with them.”  ~Byrna Barclay, Award-winning author of novels and short story collections~
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Interview


Good morning Christine. Thank you for hosting me today. I’m pleased to answer your questions.

1.What or who inspired you to start writing?
I am not sure what or who inspired me to start writing. It could have been the books that I read. The first books I remember other than “See Dick and Jane” were the Boxcar Children books by Gertrude Chandler Warner. She wrote about four orphan children who ran away so that they could stay together as a family.
I know that I felt a kinship to those children. I often thought that I may have been adopted because I would find a tiny scar on my hand or foot and imagined that I received the scar during an adventure.
Books have always been important to me and so has my imagination, writing flowed from there. I do know that I felt as if I could write a Harlequin romance because I read so many of them. I know that I started writing romance stories but didn’t finish because of course it is a great deal harder than it appears. I needed to learn the craft of writing.

2.How did you come up with ideas for your books?
I always start with a core story. My core story for Moving On-A Prairie Romance was a wounded heroine because Anna’s true love died just before her wedding. And then I think of an issue. My issue for Moving On-A Prairie Romance was something like “what kind of woman will love a soldier with one missing limb?” Because of course so many of our service men were returning injured from Afghanistan, I wanted hope for them. Nick’s wound was physical as well as emotional.
  
3.    What components are necessary for the genre of this novel?
For my writing, I wanted a sympathetic heroine, a hero she could trust, become friends with and probably love. The initial conflict for Anna was her secret because she needed to move away from mourning the life she would no longer have, but Nick recognized that she had suffered and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to become involved with someone who reminded him of the suffering he had witnessed during peace making.

4.What expertise did you bring to your writing?
I have been a rehabilitation nurse and I have worked with amputees. I was familiar with some of the procedures that Nick would go through, however, I researched the modern approach to prosthetics.  Over the years, I researched the loss of a spouse as my mother-in-law was widowed very young as was her sister. I wanted to understand how they may have felt. I am also very familiar with the setting of Moving On-A Prairie Romance as my family lived in the small resort town of Regina Beach for many years.
5.What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?
I am a determined Taurus. I keep working on something until I get it right.
6.As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?
Because I have had a great experience with publishing Moving On-A Prairie Romance by XoXo Publishing ™ I want to continue publishing contemporary romance novels. However, I do appreciate the challenge of writing post card stories. I may continue with short, short stories as well.
7.If you could be one of the characters from any of your books, who would it be and why?
I would probably be Margaret Lamb in Moving On-A Prairie Romance. She is a caring but inquisitive member of the community. I am known for asking many questions. Recently on a cruise, I found one of our table companions very interesting. I began to ask questions. My husband apologized on my behalf. However, I didn’t let him get away with that, but I did tone down my questions. It made me realize that I need to take care sometimes.
8.Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?
I belong to a writing group, the Bees. We bring our work to our monthly meetings for critiquing. I find it helps my writing because other people can see the holes, the missing details, the missing transition lines. I also learn from critiquing other writers’ work.
9.When did you first decide to submit your work?
I submitted two manuscripts to Avalon publishing after different RWA conferences. Both full manuscripts were requested but not accepted for publication.
10.          Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?
I was ready. I wanted to have my stories out in the public domain.
In 2011, I bid on the opportunity to submit to two different publishers through the Brenda Novak On line Auction to cure Diabetes. I won the opportunity to submit to XoXo Publishing ™ and Soul Mate Publishing. XoXo Publishing ™ accepted Moving On-A Prairie Romance from that bid and published in December 2011. I submitted the first fifty pages to Soul Mate Publishing in the fall of 2011. The editor “got” my story. I had tears in my eyes that day. After Moving On-A Prairie Romance was at the publishers for the necessary things before publication, I revised my second manuscript as the editor had suggest. I sent the manuscript to Soul Mate this spring and they have just accepted it. Of course there is much work between acceptance and publishing. I do not have a publishing date yet.


11.         What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)
I have come to believe that the worst advice I received with regard to writing was to save my rejection slips. When I thought about it, it was really a pile of negativity.  The rejection letters were the very thing that slowed my progress because it took me a long time to know that there were many reasons a work is rejected. Some rejection meant that perhaps the piece wasn’t quite ready, or perhaps it wasn’t the right market, or perhaps it didn’t meet the theme of the particular anthology or magazine. It did not mean that I was not a writer.
12.         Do you outline your books or just start writing?
I just start writing. I wish I could outline, it might save time and perhaps one day I will.
13.         Do you have any hobbies and does the knowledge you've gained from these carry over into your characters or the plot of your books?
I love to walk around any community I am in. I love to see the people, sit in coffee shops, visit Good Will shops or any little corner store. I feel it tells me more about a community and human nature than I can ever learn from the Chamber of Commerce advertisement.

Thank you, Christine for hosting me today and asking such interesting questions. I am always amazed when I realize how my past experiences and knowledge enhanced my novel Moving On-A Prairie Romance. 

Annette will award a $25 GC to All Romance eBooks to one randomly drawn commenter, and a $10 Amazon GC to the host with the most comments (excluding Annette's and the host's).

Don't forget to comment! :)

Sunday, June 03, 2012

Gemini May 22nd to June 21st


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Writing characters? Have you ever used the characters zodiac sign to help build his/her personality? I love horoscopes although I am not active in reading mine or anyone else's for that matter. But I believe the zodiac sign will help develop your character.

Some things about  Gemini...

Traditional
Gemini traits
Adaptable and versatile
Communicative and witty
Intellectual and eloquent
Youthful and lively

On the dark side....

Nervous and tense
Superficial and inconsistent

Cunning and inquisitive



Do you know anyone born during this time? Does this match their personality?

Weekly Overview (This Week)

Gemini
5/21 – 6/21
Rise and shine as this week begins! You're especially brilliant now if the stars have their say, so do what it takes to get your synapses firing and ideas flowing. But around Thursday and Friday, you may require some time alone. If there's something you don't quite understand, sorting it through might just be a matter of getting a little space. Pare away the peripheral and consider what lies at the core. This weekend, turn your mind (and the rest of you!) to fun and to love. The way you connect with others now can only be called electric.


Monthly Overview (This Month)

Gemini
5/21 – 6/21
You really are a sweetie pie. That's especially true when you see someone in need. And what if that person in need is in dire need of your romantic affections, like, now? Why, you'll do everything you can to help. That's kind of how things are looking on the 1st. Lots of romance, lots of love, lots of tenderness. And a bushel of fun, to boot! Try to persuade them to your point of view on the 4th and 5th. Hectoring is nearly never effective, you know. The 10th, 11th and 12th are potentially fraught with miscommunication. Do your best to clear up any problems that arise with panache and grace. You are pretty much irresistible on the hot and spicy 18th and 19th. Wowee! Your razor sharp brain is going to be cutting right to the heart of the issue on the 23rd and 24th. Whether you're talking about globalization or what to cook for dinner, you get right to the point. Everyone is impressed! Take things slow on the 29th and 30th. Sure, you might decide to pack everything up and hit the road, but you want to make sure you've thought it all through, first.


Saturday, June 02, 2012

It's Science Fiction Day At My Blog

Blood Veins was written by my son, Brian Young. Yes, I am very proud of him. He is working on a sequel to this novel.


Blurb

A black wave of terror has passed over the thriving kingdom of Larista. Mysterious invaders have swept over the land, laying waste to everything in their path and leaving ghost towns in their wake. No one knows where they came from and no one knows their purpose.

Tasting nothing but defeat after defeat after, the light of hope is fading in the kingdom; but the guerilla forces resisting the invasion have received new information. The news has provided a small glimmer that could possibly spark into something more. Captain Maximus Rex leads a daring rescue mission deep in the Laristan forests to save the lone surviving member of the royal family.

Once freed, Prince Alexander Novelle, along with his friends and comrades, face a perilous journey deep behind enemy lines. Their destination is Castle Varanasi. The once proud Laristan capital, gateway to heaven and salvation, lines in ruins under Dolus occupation.

Mysterious assassins, underworld savages and renegade Dolus survivors stand between them and the answers they seek. What they find there will shatter their perceptions and lead to unknown perils none of them are ready to face.



Excerpt


Blood Veins
Brian Young
byoung0201@aol.com

Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 1

Buy at: www.roguephoenixpress.com


Maximus and Percival couldn't have looked any different. Maximus had brown eyes and raven black hair. His face was weathered and rugged with a distinguished long nose. A small white scar on his left cheek marked where the tip of a sword had nearly taken his eye. Percival, on the other hand, showed no signs of the burdens the two men had shared. He had a smooth complexion unmarred by the usual signs of a soldier's life. Wide eyes and a small nose framed his face. Some people said he was so handsome he was almost pretty; a sentiment most people didn't say to his face or after they had seen him fight.

They both were wearing green and brown camouflage, full-body armor. It was valuable and rare and could easily deflect a blade; could even deflect a firearm and was extremely lightweight. Most soldiers were wearing plate armor made from steel. This stuff was made of a composite containing ceramic and metal. The results were much stronger and lighter plates. They also had full helmets that completely enclosed the head and face. The visors were brand new with motion detectors, full zoom, night vision and a host of other functions.

Normally Maximus liked to play things by the book, but Percival was a special case and he couldn't help but rise to the bait.

"Maybe," he responded, "but we both know you couldn't hit anything with it. All you're good for is using a beat stick, Lieutenant; besides, I'm a lot more important than you. People care if I get killed; you're replaceable, expendable." It took everything he had to keep a smile off his face.

A look of mock horror passed over the lieutenant's face. "Not funny, Maxi, not funny. They sure wouldn't miss your winning personality though. Are you ready to get out of this rain yet?" Percival didn't even bother to hide his smile.

All humor drained from Maximus as he turned and glared at Percival. "Don't call me that Percy, besides I like the rain. Do you talk to Lord Bran that way, Lieutenant?"

Maximus shifted a little as he spoke, trying to relieve the pressure from the arm he had been laying on. The movement only seemed to make it tingle more.

Percival had been grinning before, but now that smile split his face, turning it from rugged soldier back to the baby-faced, optimistic look he managed to maintain despite years of fighting.

"You know I don't, but I might consider starting if it will keep him from sending us out in this nightmare in the middle of winter. It's cold enough to be snowing, Maxi. My sword is stuck in its sheath. I couldn't get it out if I wanted to." Percival mock-tugged at the sword on his belt. "See, completely stuck. We better trade spots."

Maximus glanced at Percival's sword then at the giant ax strapped to his back. I don't think I've ever seen him draw his sword anyway. It was Maximus' turn to smile this time, although it was more of a predatory grin than anything he would share with a friend. "It's alright, Lieutenant, we all know you'll be hiding once the fighting starts anyway."

Percival shrugged at Maximus then turned his head to stare at the river. Maximus waited for him to make some kind of comeback, and at first thought Percival had conceded the argument. Percival started to whistle and Maximus had to strain his ears to pick up the tune. He instantly recognized it once he heard a couple notes. It was a song about the events that had given Blood River its current name. This one happened to be about a cowardly captain who had abandoned his men on the eve of battle and the lieutenant who had taken over and rallied the men to victory.

Maximus snorted and turned away to hide the smile on his face. He had been upset about the current mission, thinking about scrubbing it before Percival came out here. Somehow, like always, Percival had been able to read his mood and turn it around. They had been friends for a long time and while Percival had never shown any inclination to lead, Maximus suspected he would make a damn good captain. Continuing to look out towards the rushing river, Maximus decided to get to the point. "Do you have a reason for wasting my time, Lieutenant?"

Percival sighed and the smile died from his face. "Targets sighted; they turned the bend about five minutes ago." Percival pointed south down the length of the river. "They should be here in about fifteen. No signs they spotted us."

Finally. Maximus nodded as he listened to Percy, his mind focusing on the reason they were out here in the first place. "Packages?" he asked as he glanced back at Percival.

Percival squinted into the distance, a habit he had when he had a mixed opinion about something. "In tow, Sir, but no conformation either way on the prime target."

Maximus noticed the slight frown on Percival's face and the reservation in his eyes. "He will be there, Percival. Don't worry about it. Formations?"

Percival drew his lips back and sucked on his teeth before answering. "Staggered. Troops, packages, troops, packages… more troops. It's not gonna be easy."

Maximus knew Percival was probing him, trying to test his resolve. They had suffered heavy casualties their last time out and for what? The few people they had saved had fled to their homes. Most likely to be picked up again and sent back to the mines.

"It never is Percy," Maximus looked up into the rain. We're here to rescue these people, but the conquerors have changed tactics on us. Your men are good shots, but nobody is that good. "We'll have to charge in to them. Tell Richardson, Davil, Willks and Klivos to hang back and use their bows. Richardson and Davil will take the front of the column. Willks and Klivos will take the back. Both pair will stay on the hill as snipers and backup. Only clear shots. Everyone else, swords or their beat sticks of choice. I have Alexander's guards." He glanced at Percival to gauge his reaction and got nothing.

"I hate beat sticks," grumbled Percival, completely ignoring the reference to Alexander.

Maximus realized Percival wasn't going to think about their primary package until Alexander was confirmed, but Percival had good reason to be skeptical. They had hit several prisoner convoys based on reliable information and had failed every time. They could only hope this one would be different. The general population and most of the army had already written Alexander off as dead. No one had seen Alexander killed at the battle of Valhalisa, and there was still the occasional report of someone sighting a man matching his profile.

Maximus gave Percy a nod and a grim smile. "It's what you're good at, Percy. We don't have a choice. We can't risk hitting any of the prisoners." As he spoke he watched a look of trepidation grow on Percival's face. "What's wrong?"

"What if he's not down there?" Percival sighed. "I can't handle this. We keep hitting these convoys, and he's not there. We lose good men every time, and the people we free don't even join us. They run off to hide and die. Eventually the conquerors are going to start guarding these convoys better and changing the routes. We are only going to get so many more chances at this."

"Losing your faith?"

A rare spark of anger flashed across Percival's face. "Never."

Percival wasn't the only one capable of manipulation. "We aren't here just for him. We would go through with this even if we knew he wasn't down here. It's our duty to help these people. Some of them have joined us. Emon was worth it. Without his medical skills we would have lost a lot more people to injury and sickness." Maximus thought of the unlikely doctor. One of the biggest, meanest looking guys he had ever met; a giant grizzly next to Alexander's lion frame. The man wouldn't hurt a soul. Emon spent his life trying to help people after his sister died of the sickness when they were kids. Maximus had even heard rumors Emon had spent time with the Sisters of Gnaritas.

Percival shook his head. "It's our duty to kill that murdering, traitorous scum, Novelle, and free everyone. Not just these people here today. We can't do that on our own though. We need him or no one will follow us."

Maximus cocked his head and looked quizzically at Percy. "You know both their names are Novelle, right? Not to mention there's no proof Prodis is responsible for this. I doubt Alexander would appreciate you calling his brother a murdering, traitorous scum."

It was clear Percival was convinced Prodis was responsible and all he gave in response was a short grunt.

"Anyway," Maximus continued, "If Alexander is down there and we don't go in, we will have missed our best and possibly our only chance at freeing him. We go."

Percival's face went blank as he barked out, "Yes Sir."

The captain sighed, his breath showing in the crisp cold air. The rain had started to let up, and it seemed the temperature had dropped another ten degrees as the chill renewed its assault against his rain soaked cold weather gear. "I hate it when you call me Sir. It means you disagree with me, or you're mad at me"

Percy gave his Captain a half grin. "First, if I can't call you Maxi and I can't call you Sir, what am I suppose to call you? Second, I do agree with you. I just know when you need someone else to voice your inner thoughts and help you sort things out. Lastly, I'll make sure everyone is ready." Percival finished with his customary grin.

"I hate you sometimes, Lieutenant."

Percival shrugged and turned to pass the plans along to the rest of the squad.

"Lieutenant."

Percival turned to face Maximus. "Yeah Max?"

Maximus had been staring out at the river but turned back to look at Percival. "Cut true and straight, and for God's sake man, block well."

Percival smiled at Maximus' rare prayer and finished it for him. "You too, Max, and Creator save us all."


It's Raining Books Review:

"This author has a way of making his characters come to life so that you can really get to know them and begin to understand their reasons for doing what they are doing. He even made the bad guys real and helped you understand them also. Sometimes I wanted to stop reading because I had things to do, or because I wanted to prolong the story, but I also wanted to know what was really going on and how it would end.

Then, more than halfway through the story, I found out something very significant about this strange world and just what it really was. It made the story even more exciting. This book has the feel of a movie with vivid descriptions, exciting plot and a cast of interesting characters that I truly cared about. I can't wait for the next book in the series!

I give this book a 4 flower rating."


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Brian was born in Salem, Oregon and currently resides in Eugene, Oregon with his wife and daughter. He graduated from the University of Oregon with a BA in English. He squeezes in time for writing in the early hours of the morning and during lunch breaks at work.





Friday, June 01, 2012

It's Guy Day Friday

Ivan Civanovich is our guy of the day. He chases sunsets, doesn't like to stay in one place. That is...until he meets Mariah McKeown.

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Rolling over and covering his head with a pillow didn’t help the erotic direction of his thoughts.

The sound of the water stopped. Moriah was out of the shower.
Ivan rose and yanked on his jeans. Barefoot, he descended the steps and looked around the inside of the house for her. He went outside and froze at the sight he encountered.

She sat on the porch swing, her legs tucked up close to her, her chin resting on the top her knees.

A picture of innocent, feminine beauty assailed him. The sun was rising, brilliant colors slashing across the eastern sky. She seemed to glow, a halo forming around her slender body.

When she looked at him, her lower lip trembled and her eyes held sadness.
His gut clenched with fear. All the burgeoning feelings that had consumed him the last twelve hours settled harshly in the pit of his stomach, and he knew then she didn’t feel the same way he did.

The thought scared him witless and sent a cool foreboding shiver down his spine.

He didn’t sit down and take her into his arms as he longed to do. Instead, he leaned against the railing that wrapped around the porch, his hands crossed in front of him. A picture of nonchalance, he hoped.

Moriah didn’t say anything for a long time. The silence felt right and deep.

"I miss them," she said, suddenly breaking the peace-filled silence. "I miss them so very much. When can they come home?"

The reason for her sadness made him light headed and vulnerable. Possessed by the urge to jump for joy, he quelled the impulse.

"I miss them too, but you know we can’t bring them home until it’s safe."

She didn’t move except to breathe, and she never took her eyes from the golden horizon.
"I want you to force a confrontation."

His breath rushed out in fear for her. "No."

Her slender back slowly straightened. Ivan braced himself for the inevitable argument. "If you won’t help me, I will do it by myself."

"No." He knew his voice sounded deadly. He watched her flinch and understood immediately that all the progress in their relationship he’d made last night vanished with his refusal to let her put her life in danger.

The stubborn tilt to her chin, the determined look in her blue-green eyes told him he’d have a fight on his hands. Perhaps he was wrong to deny her, but heaven help him he couldn’t let any harm come to her or the children.

"All right." It was all Ivan could do to say those two words. He had help, St. John and Trey. Perhaps she was right. If they didn’t do something, this situation could go on forever.

Surprise etched on her face. She hadn’t expected him to relent. He knew it. She knew it.

What she didn’t know or understand was that he wasn’t going to let her force anything. He’d allow her to help plan. She was a smart lady. He’d allow her to do to a handful of other things to help. Her creativity always surprised him. But he would never let her put her life on the line.

"You mean it?" she asked, her hands falling from around her legs. She sat up straight and let her feet touch the floor. Her hands were folded in her lap, her eyes wide and expectant.
Ivan nodded. "On one condition."

She smiled. "I knew there would be a catch."

"A small one," he said.

Moriah waited. Ivan turned to stare at the rising sun that had somehow moved to a point well above the horizon.

"I’m crazy," he said and leaned on the rail, his hands tightening there. "A crazy man." His fear for Moriah was an overwhelming force inside, a deep foreboding touching his heart.
He’d always listened to his gut instincts.

"No, just smart," she said. "You need me because I’m the catalyst in this game. What’s the condition?" she asked again.

Without turning around, he spoke to her. The squeak of the swing, her long deep breaths, it seemed he could see everything including the passing of her life from this world to another.
Ivan turned suddenly, tension coiled inside. "You have to agree to do everything I tell you to do--no questions. If I tell you to sit, you sit. If I tell you to duck, duck. And if I tell you to run, you’ll run as if the devil is after you. Is that understood?"