Friday, 12 December 2014

SFFSat 13/12/2014 Sorrel in Silver

This is my snippet this week for SFFSat. SFFSat is normally a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. Unfortunately, SFFSat apparently isn't running this week, but I hope you enjoy my snippet anyhow!


Sorrel in Silver is now on sale on Amazon! This snippet is from Chapter Eight - Wrack is confronting another dragonlord, Starron.

 

The red dragon flung himself savagely at his rival.


When titans clash, mere humans need to take shelter. Two twelve-foot tall monsters, necks writhing, teeth glittering in the firelight, aimed for each other's throats. This was no gentlemanly duel. This was savage, primal; an attempt by each dragon to crush his rival. The only rule when there is a brawl between dragons is that humans need to get the volg out of there.


Except that the red dragon was my lover. And there was no lafquassing chance I was leaving that room until I knew he was victorious and that the squuming volg of a blue dragon was beaten to a pulp. And if I even suspected Wrack was losing, I intended to use my sorcery to hammer Starron. Wrack would be furious at any interference, but I didn't care. There was no volging way in squum I was going to let Starron hurt my dragon!


Wrack flung himself onto the blue dragon, driving him back against the west wall of the hall. Starron fastened his teeth on Wrack's wing, trying to bite into the powerful muscle of the upper part of the limb. Wrack snarled, red fire licking around his mouth, and slammed his other wing against Starron’s head, trying to dislodge him. Starron whirled, releasing his teeth and twisting his neck so that he could bite Wrack's neck.

 As always, comments appreciated.

Sorrel in Silver launched!

Sorrel in Silver is finally available! Amazon has approved the files for the paperback and the kindle versions, and you can now get the book here!

A pdf version is pending on DriveThru, and should be available by the end of the weekend, and there will be an .epub version on Lulu.

I intend to post a snippet from Sorrel in Silver in my usual SFFSat post - watch this space!!

I would add that if you haven't read Sorrel in Scarlet and Sorrel Snowbound then you should read them both first - Sorrel in Silver concludes the sequence of events that starts in the first two books.

Friday, 5 December 2014

SFFSat 6/12/14 Sorrel in Silver

This is my snippet this week for SFFSat. SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. Please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here. 


All being well, Sorrel in Silver should be released in about a week or so, Amazon willing! To celebrate, my snippet this week is the first dozen lines of the novel.




Whoever said two heads are better than one hasn't had to fight snarqs.

‘The brute’s right behind us!’ Kelhene shouted from the co-pilot's seat. Not the most helpful thing to tell me: I was only too well aware that a two-headed, acid-spitting, bat-winged serpent was tight on my tail. I flung the Cygnet into a dive, shoving the joystick forward and sideways to get the biplane out of its line of fire. The snarq opened both mouths and spat; two gobbets of acid hissed through the air towards us. A moment later, the world went black.

We had flown into one of the columns of thick, black smoke rising from the burning city below us. The airframe of the 'plane shuddered. One – or if we were really unlucky, both – of the acid spittles had hit us, of that I was certain. I could see absolutely nothing in the smoke, so hopefully the snarq couldn't see us either. It also meant that if there was anything in my path, there was no way of evading a collision.


As always, comments appreciated!

Thursday, 20 November 2014

SFFSat 22/11/2014 - 21st Century Leda 6

SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. This is my snippet for it - please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here. 

This is the final part of 21st Century Leda. Our narrator is Zeus, dallying with a girl in a pub. He has led the girl into his bedroom, his intentions obvious. She has whispered that she knows who he is.


Zeus” she whispers. Just the sound of my name gives me a warmth and strength, and I smile. 
 
How did you find out?” I ask, but my hands are still concentrating on the buttons of her blouse. 
 
Old god” she hisses. I'm not pleased by that description of me and firmly protest that I’m not so old. She smiles widely, and shakes her head. “Your time’s gone” she murmurs, her body tight against mine. “They don’t worship you any more.” My fingers are working on the strap of her bra, but she won’t shut up. “They worship us, now, not you” she adds. I lean down to kiss her again, but she’s being coy, turning her eyes downwards to my shoulder. “Our kind are the Gods, now, Zeus - they’ve created us by their worship.” Her mouth caresses my neck, and I can barely hear her as she whispers “Time for you to go.”

And her fangs sink into my neck.


 I hope you enjoyed this tale. Comments welcomed!
 

Thursday, 13 November 2014

SFFSat 15/11/2014 21st Century Leda 5

SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. This is my snippet for it - please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here. 

This is 21st Century Leda. Our narrator is Zeus, dallying with a girl in a pub. He is leading the poor girl upstairs...

 


Up the stairs. Leda's smiling at me. Posters on the walls – Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee, Ingrid Pitt. Centuries ago the adornments would be carvings of me, of Aphrodite (working for Chanel, last I heard), or of Athene. I tighten my grip on Leda’s waist, and she squirms against me encouragingly.

As far as I can tell, she’s no relation to the last girl of this name I had. I can usually feel the blood in them, if they have any hint of my bloodline. And that’s why I’m still important – why I still matter. Most of you are pale, drab beings, without a fraction of divinity. You need me, refreshing your bloodlines, so that there are still gods walking the earth.
 
Trouble is, most of your women are using contraceptives – even my fecund seed can’t work miracles. Progress, eh?
 
First room off the top of the stairs - landlord keeps it for me. Close the door and gaze deep into her eyes (not that it’s her eyes I’m interested in). She whispers “I know who you are.”

Final part next week.
Comments appreciated!

Friday, 7 November 2014

SFFSat 8/11/2014 21st Century Leda #4

SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. This is my snippet for it - please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here. 

This is 21st Century Leda. Our narrator is Zeus, dallying with a girl in a pub, while he ponders on the fate of his fellow deities...




I'm not much more than a man now, without your worship. Enough adulation can bring forth a God in the space of a mortal lifetime or two. Maybe less, in this global village we now inhabit – I no longer scoff at stories that Elvis has been sighted alive. But when the glory days fade, we fade with them. You occasionally read about us, and there’s a few movies made that remind you of us – not that the ones I’ve seen are up to much, though Liam Neeson almost looks like me.

I'm better off than some. Loki's in prison in Germany for fraud, and Horus' airline business just went into administration.

Leda’s smiling. I slip an arm around her waist and gently lead her towards the stairs. I’m never quite sure whether it’s my masculinity that gets them, or that I'm the executive director of a company. Means I’m rich. May not be power, but it’s better than being a nobody, like Ares. I always thought he had some backbone – but since the advent of gunpowder he’s been a broken man. The God of War who replaced him was once an oriental Dragon, and he's quite at home with the savageries of modern conflicts.

 Comments appreciated!

Friday, 31 October 2014

SFFSat 1/11/14 21st Century Leda #3

SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. This is my snippet for it - please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here. 

This is 21st Century Leda. Our narrator is dallying with a girl in a pub - and has just admitted that he is actually a God. He continues to reminisce to himself...

I'd not seen Leda in here before, and she caught my eye immediately. Sitting at a side table, not far from the door, all on her lonesome, and smiled at me as soon as I walked in. She’s had a couple of alcopops, and she’s mellow and receptive - the way I like women. She’s quite cute – long, dark hair, heart-shaped pale face, big dark eyes, but a hint of strength in the jawline. A soft, low voice. And a nice display of curves. On the other hand, the clothing nowadays – stripping a girl can be really difficult. All these buckles, straps, clasps – too much like hard work in my view. Don't get me started on steampunk fashions. At least this one isn’t a Goth – so many girls think black makeup is fetching.
Still, Leda’s responding nicely. Almost too easy. Another drink, and I can whisk her upstairs away from the racket from the jukebox. I’ve had to give up so much – why shouldn’t I enjoy myself still? 

 With the same provisos as last week, comments appreciated!