Joe
Mack and his friends head to Pittsburgh to deal with a surge of
disappearances, all people with psychic abilities going missing under
highly questionable supernatural circumstances. That’s enough to
keep anyone hopping, but Joe can’t ignore the feeling that there’s
something even bigger going on behind the scenes.
Joe, West,
and Sarah Grace team up with new allies to fight a whole new level of
danger—and uncover the secrets behind why people with special
abilities are vanishing and who’s taking them. What they learn
could change the paranormal balance of power—permanently. It’s
their job to keep the worst from happening, whatever it takes.
From
the steel mills to the coal mines, Joe Magarac is the man to call for
supernatural problems. After all, he does have a little help from
Krukis, the god of blacksmiths, but immortality isn’t all it’s
cracked up to be. Magarac left his old life behind him and now lives
as Joe Mack, a literal man of steel and magic.
Spellbound is
full of paranormal adventure, murdering mediums, creepy circuses, a
theater full of vampires, malicious mesmerists, found family, secret
supernatural agencies, dark magic, and loyal friends.
It’s
the fourth in the Joe Mack series of Shadow Council Archives from
Gail Z. Martin & Larry N. Martin, the duo that brought you
Spells, Salt, & Steel. The Shadow Council Archives are urban
fantasy novellas set in the universe of Quincy Harker, Demon Hunter
and featuring folk heroes throughout history.
Haunted
hotels, old gods, mobsters, molls, and monsters are abroad in
Chicago, and it’s up to Joe Magarac to protect the innocents from
them. But how can he protect the city when he might not be able to
keep himself alive? The mad ramblings of Alastair Crowley and the
tales of horror imagined by HP Lovecraft have nothing on the magic
etched into the walls of a secret room below Chicago’s Lexington
Hotel.
Deep
in the coal and ash tunnels beneath the city, workers are being
murdered, their bodies left in shreds, and with Al Capone out of the
picture, the criminal underbelly in Prohibition-Era Chicago is
teetering on the edge of all-out chaos. Now it falls on Joe Mack, the
steelworker-turned-nigh-immortal man of steel, to bring Chicago back
from the brink before all is lost for good.
Can
Joe Mack, along with his companions West and Sarah, determine what
mysterious creature is causing the deaths? But more importantly, will
Krikus’s magic be enough to keep Joe alive when the chips are down
and they go toe-to-toe with their foe?
Chicagoland
is the third book in the Joe Mack Shadow Council Files by
award-winning author team Gail Z. & Larry N. Martin, authors of
the Spells, Salt, & Steel series and the Wasteland Marshals
novellas. The Shadow Council Case Files are historical fantasy
novellas set in the world of Quincy Harker, Demon Hunter that tell
the true stories behind the tall tales surrounding some of the
world’s most famous (and infamous) folk heroes.
From
the steel mills to the coal mines, Joe Magarac is the man to call for
supernatural problems. After all, he does have a little help from
Krukis, the god of blacksmiths, but immortality isn’t all it’s
cracked up to be, especially as the anniversary of his “death”
looms near. Magarac left his old life behind him and now lives as Joe
Mack, a literal man of steel and magic.
Now
Joe teams up once again with Jack West and Sarah McAllen to fix a
problem, this time leaving Cleveland behind for Reading,
Pennsylvania. Witches are being murdered, secret societies are
brewing more than illegal bathtub gin, and someone is trying to
summon creatures from Lovecraftian lore from deep within the mines.
Again.
Black
Sun is the second in the Joe Mack series of Shadow Council Archives
from Gail Z. Martin & Larry N. Martin, the duo that brought you
Spells, Salt, & Steel. The Shadow Council Archives are urban
fantasy novellas set in the universe of Quincy Harker, Demon Hunter
and featuring folk heroes throughout history.
When
you ask a god for favors, be careful what you wish for. You just
might get it.
Josef
Magarac was a brave man, a strong man, a hard-working immigrant who
only wanted a better life for his family.
Instead
he got a bloodbath.
From
the bloody steel mill strikes of Pennsylvania rose a true man of
steel, a steelworker transformed into something more by the power of
the Old Gods. Now Joe Mack is in Cleveland, and he’s working to
protect those who can’t protect themselves. When a friend asks him
to look into disappearances in a largely immigrant neighborhood, Joe
takes an interest. When his interest leads him to a vampire stalking
the streets of his adopted home, he takes more than an interest. He
takes on a mission.
Cauldron
is the first in the Joe Mack series of Shadow Council Archives from
Gail Z. Martin & Larry N. Martin, the duo that brought you
Spells, Salt, & Steel. The Shadow Council Archives are urban
fantasy novellas set in the universe of Quincy Harker, Demon Hunter
and featuring folk heroes throughout history.
Gail
Z. Martindiscovered
her passion for science fiction, fantasy and ghost stories in
elementary school. The first story she wrote at age five was about a
vampire. Her favorite TV show as a preschooler was Dark Shadows. At
age 14, she decided to become a writer. She enjoys attending science
fiction/fantasy conventions, Renaissance fairs and living history
sites.
Larry
N. Martin is
the author of the new sci-fi adventure novel Salvage Rat. He is the
co-author (with Gail Z. Martin) of the Spells, Salt, and Steel/New
Templars series; the Steampunk series Iron & Blood; and a
collection of short stories and novellas: The Storm & Fury
Adventures set in the Iron & Blood universe. He is also the
co-author of the upcoming Wasteland Marshals series and the Joe Mack
Cauldron/Secret Council series.
The
Martins have three children, a Maltese, and a Golden
Retriever.
Crashed
and burned Wrecked.... My
relationship, my life, my bike All
turned upside down But
I needed to get my bike back in gear She's
the only one I need No
woman was going to ever change that No
woman was going to make me crash and burn again
My
club is my sole focus Until
her...and that cute little tater tot daughter I'm
going to protect them from whatever, including family Now
I wonder... If
I open up, will she wreck my life?
My
first official task was to pay off some slovenly group of dirty
bikers. Of course, Frankie kept company with the bottom feeders.
We
made it to this large two-story, fraternity-style home in the
backwoods somewhere. It definitely could use a new coat of paint. It
was decent for the type of people that live here. I open the door to
see Diesel ready to help me down. It was a lousy attempt at a cheap
feel and I was already in a bad mood. I hop down on my own and I hear
him close the door.
I
walk up and knock; Diesel is right behind me. I can feel his breath
on my neck. I snarl, "Why are you so close?! Back up, or I'll
twist your balls off and feed them to the dogs."
He
chuckles, "I like a chase, sweetheart. Your brother said you
were fair game, and I can't wait to feel that tight little pussy
around my dick."
Frankie
said, what?!
He's
offering me up to his lackeys like a fresh prostitute and I am livid.
I'd slit Frankie’s throat in his sleep if I didn't need him. He
doesn't give a shit about me and right now, the feeling's fucking
mutual. The way I'm feeling, his flunky here is about to have a very
agonizing sex change.
"I
don't give a damn what he told you! Don't fucking touch me, you
mongrel." In my anger, I slam my fist against the door three
times. I probably sounded like the police, but I didn’t give a
shit. Somebody better answer before I commit murder on their
doorstep.
"Alright,
wait a damn minute!" A voice on the other side yells out. The
door swings open and I'm staring at a nearly naked beast of a man,
but I’m really ogling his bare chest, a nice one at that, except my
eye is drawn to fresh scars on his arm that look like they wrap
around his back. They are a pinkish against his warm skin. I was so
fascinated I failed to see the irritation on his face until I looked
up and he sneered, "What?!" He stares down at me.
"What?!
Don't they teach you basic manners to address people when answering
the damn door, or is it true what they say about bikers? Nothing but
a bunch of brainless Neanderthals."
Everyone
was pissing me off tonight.
He
looks behind me and recognizes Diesel, "Hey, Frankie letting his
whores deliver payment now?" He taunted as he snatched the
envelope. He was about to slam the door in my face, but I wasn’t
going to tolerate disrespect.
I
stuck my foot in the way and put my arms up against the door frame,
"Despite your ignorant statement, you seem like a decent guy,
quite out of place to be a mangy, trashy biker, but what do I know,
huh? You might be as bad as my brother Frankie. I’m not some
vagabundo(tramp)
like that cadela(bitch)
he's dragging around like a fucking trophy. I don’t know why, she
looks like any other $10 whore, but whatever. IF there is a next
time, I suggest you show me some respect, seu
idiota covarde!” (you
spineless prick)
He
raised his brow and shifted his weight while rubbing his chin, the
muscles automatically flexing in his chest and arms. He was also in
his boxers; I wonder if I interrupted his sleep or a good time? I
could hear female voices from behind the door.
"Did
you call me a prick?"
Oh
shit. I didn't expect him to understand me!
S
Courtney is new to the published writing community but has been a
lifelong writer and began creatively writing in junior high.
She
is the author of the paranormal romance, the Bound Series, which
includes Bound to You, Bound by Destiny, and Unapologetically Nessa
which are available on paperback and kindle.
She
is also the author of her contemporary romance, the Black Aces MC, a
motorcycle club romance and the Sandman, a dark, slow burn paranormal
romance.
A
woman searching for her past. A sheriff hiding in his present. Their
future together threatened by murder.
Forty-three
years after the airplane crash she survived killed her parents, Lacy
Dahl is looking for answers. When her research uncovers secrets about
the mother she never knew and disputes the identity of her father,
someone is willing to murder to keep her discoveries hidden.
Sheriff
Chance Meadowlark is still haunted by the death of his wife and the
revenge he unleashed in the name of justice. When he meets Lacy, he
is determined not to become involved, but their pasts make that
impossible saving Lacy may be his only redemption.
Just
as she begins to believe the present is more important than her past,
Chance's connection and a murder spin her deeper into danger and
further from love. When the truth is revealed, will the
revelations free Lacy and Chance…or destroy them?
Asfastasherfeettouchedthebricks,herheartbeat twice
that speed. If only she could clear the narrow alley, step onto the
lit sidewalk...
Like a
magnet, the street light pulled her forward, and she lunged out of
the darkness.
Her hand
slammed to her chest. After a hard intake of breath and a fast
exhale, she cast a furtive glanceover her shoulder. With her head down and the strap of her
purse in a tight fist against her breast, she whirled around to cover
the last block at a trot—
And jarred
with the collision as if she’d hit a cement wall. She careened off
balance, but hands grabbed her shoulders keeping her upright.
She gasped
and reared back out of the tight hold. Using her fisted purse as a
weapon, she hurled a defensive blow to a broad chest. The hulk didn’t
flinch. She lifted her knee, landing a jab short of her target and
into the tree-sized thigh. “Ehhh,” she cried out as her
knee jammed into unmovable muscle.
“Lady,
I’m not going to hurt you.” The man held his ground and loomed
over her, his hands at his chest fending off the swing of her fist.
Her vision
filled with the imposing figure, and a chillshiveredherbody.Runscreamedinherhead.This timetheswingofherpursemissedthetargetasshe whirled to
escape.
His hand
caught her arm and pulled her close.
“Help,
help me!” Her voice came high and hysterical.
“Iamtryingtohelp.”
Bothhandsgrippedhershouldersnow,andherfeet came
partly off the ground, forcing her to look into his face.
“What’swrong? Areyouintrouble?”
Her head
swung side to side, but the empty street and sidewalks could have
been a ghost town. In the distance,ajazzytunedriftedthroughtheairwithvoices too far away to help.
Shegulped. He waited.
Southwest
of Love and Murder
A
Wild Horse Peak Novel #2
Writing
murder mysteries is all in a day's work until an obsessed fan brings
Phoebe’s stories to life.
Mystery
writer, Phoebe Anderson, owes her success to killing her first
husband on paper seventeen years earlier. Now, someone has actually
done it. Taking a few days to re-group on an isolated ranch, she
doesn’t expect romance…or murder…to find her.
Mason
Meadowlark is happy with his wild cowboy ways, avoiding love since
the death of his baby and the end of his marriage twenty years
before. When Phoebe shakes up his routine, he fights to control his
emotions, fearing the pain of opening his heart again.
With
an obsessed fan close on her heels, Phoebe is thrown into her own
murder mystery…and the next target on the psychopath’s list is
Mason.
Penny’s
secrets can ruin the presidential contender who ordered her family’s
murder…and mark her as the next hit.
Penny
Spark’s desire to reconnect with family this Christmas exposes her
true identity—a secret she’s hidden for thirteen years from the
political powers that murdered her family.
Jake
Winters is out of rehab and coming to grips with his demons. When he
meets Penny, he believes this holiday season could be the start of
life after rock star status…until her secrets blow up his world.
With
a government agent turned hit man closing in on her, Penny and Jake
race to expose the presidential contender who targeted her family.
Even if they win the race with death, the murder that stands between
them could end their hopes for a new life…and love.
A
vengeful ex-husband and bloody fight for land threaten a love-struck
couple’s happiness.
After
an abusive childhood and bad marriage, Laura Katz has finally found a
home, stability…and possibly
love. But her blissful refuge as nanny on the Meadowlark Ranch, miles
from Flagstaff, shatters when her ex is released from prison,
determined to reclaim her.
Randy
Silva, the Argentine foreman, has plans for his own ranch, but a
brutal land grab is underway. As the battle escalates, Laura steals
his heart, but there are outsiders who stand in their way. He’s in
a vicious battle for his land—and the woman he wants by his side.
Stakes
are high, as the attacks on Randy and his ranch draw blood. While the
vengeful ex-husband stalks Laura, a mob-backed land developer teams
with a desperate gambler. Uncertain where the next attack will come
from—will their love be caught in the crossfire.
Inheriting
an Austrian Castle is an Alpine fairytale for August, until someone
begins targeting the heirs.
August
Myer arrives in Austria to meet her great-grandfather and explore his
castle estate filled with priceless art, only to find he’s died
under suspicious circumstances. As one of his heirs, her life is in
danger, turning her Alpine adventure into a nightmare of veiled
threats, unexplained accidents, and murder.
Inspector
Tobias Wolf splits his time between catching criminals and fighting
the spread of neo-Nazism. But when the beautiful, intriguing American
crosses his path during a murder investigation, ensuring her safety
challenges his priorities…and his heart.
When
August learns the handsome inspector is concealing secrets, and the
death of her great-grandfather is somehow connected, she takes the
investigation into her own hands. Can Wolf save her before the killer
strikes again?
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Today, I’d
like to introduce you to the hero in The Art of Love and Murder,
Wild Horse PeaksBook 1. Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is
the man who holds it all together in this suspenseful tale of secrets
and lies. He’s not one to be in the spotlight, but let’s try to
get to know him better.
Q: Thanks
for sitting down with us today, Sheriff Meadowlark. You’re a
sheriff by profession. Did you always want to go into law
enforcement?
A: My father expected me to work on the
ranch with him, but I was more inclined to follow the creed of my
Hopi grandmother. I’m a peacekeeper, the county sheriff in
Timberline, Arizona.
Q: You’re single. Widowed or divorced
and any children?
A: Widowed. I have a daughter in
college.
Q: I’m sorry. Anything more you’d
like to add?
A: No. My wife’s murder isn’t
something I like to discuss.
Q: Anyone special in your life right
now?
A: I’ve been dating Kitty Katz, but
it isn’t special. There’s a new woman in town, actually just a
visitor I bumped into as she was running out of a dark alley. Thought
she was being pursued.
Q: Now, that sounds intriguing. Tell me
more.
A: Our second meeting was less
eventful, but certainly more interesting. Turns out Lacy is
researching her birth parents and the murder of my wife is tangled up
with the true identity of her biological mother.
Q: Let’s try some flash questions to
get to know you more personally.
A: Hmmm…be careful.
Q: Night or Day?
A: Day. A motorcycle ride in the pines
with the sun on my back and Lacy cuddled behind me makes for a good
day.
Q: Love or lust?
A: I wouldn’t short-change lust, but
I’ve missed having love in my life since my wife’s death.
Q: Boxers, briefs, or commando.
A: You do like it personal, don’t
you? Commando when it’s comfortable, but always boxers under my
jeans.
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Brenda
Whiteside is the award-winning author of romantic suspense, cozy
mystery, and romance. After living in six states and two countries—so
far—she and her husband have settled in Central Arizona. They admit
to being gypsies at heart so won't discount the possibility of
another move. They share their home with a rescue dog named Amigo.
While FDW fishes, Brenda writes.
Kodiak
must protect Tamaska against vampires who want her dead.
The
leader of the vampires wants to capture Tamaska. She needs someone to
protector her against a world she has no idea about. That someone is
Kodiak, but she doesn’t trust him.
If
Kodiak fails at protecting Tamaska and the vampires kill her, they
will cause death and destruction on earth. His alpha disagrees, and
forbids him from protecting Tamaska. The pack must be committed to
each other against the vampires and not be distracted by a human.
There's
a bond forming between Kodiak and Tamaska and he is compelled to
protect her.
Who
will he choose, his pack or Tamaska? Or will Tamaska break his heart
and risk everything he is trying to protect?
Fans
of Twilight, Shadow Hunters, and The Winx Saga will devour Lilliana
Rose’s world of unexpected adventure and dark imagination.
Scroll
up and click to begin the journey in this opposites attract series
set in a dark, urban fantasy world.
She
froze. There was a flash of darkness, as if someone stood to her
left, and she turned her head. For a second, there was nothing. Then
a huge, sleek dog came bounding out of the bushes.
She
screamed, her fear of dogs taking over her entire being.
It
was a giant of a beast, so much bigger than any dog she’d ever seen
before, with clean patches of ochre fur. And it was beautiful. It
didn’t seem like a feral dog.
She
froze, staring at it.
She
couldn’t move as it bounded onto the path coming right at her. Then
it paused, stopping short, standing in front of her as its yellow and
golden-flecked eyes stared straight into hers, sending heat spiraling
through her.
The
dog panted. The sight of the rapid flutter of its ribs that came with
the breaths it took, almost like it was in total control, chilled
her. Its mouth opened and the lips drew back, exposing long, sharp
teeth. But in those eyes, intelligence glittered. The dog looked like
it was on the hunt.
Tamaska
waited for it to come and sink its white teeth into her flesh. Terror
ricocheted through her, along with the horrible memories. Bracing
herself at the thought of more pain, she couldn’t move as fear
gripped her.
A
dog had attacked her when she’d been a small child, a savage thing
with hate and bloodlust in its eyes, the jaws strong and hungry for
meat.
She’d
fought and screamed and cried. She’d been too young to fight it
off, and it had left scars on her arms and legs. She’d been lucky
it hadn’t sunk its teeth into her face. Fortunately, neighbors came
to help her, saving her life.
Ever
since, she’d had a huge fear of dogs of any size.
Now,
here she was, face to face with one that wasn’t on any leash. It
looked down into her, almost like it knew her.
She
swallowed over the hot, hard lump in her throat. The dog didn’t
know her. It was just a huge dog, one that was too close, too big.
She was scared shitless. She’d recognized the glint in its eye, the
need to attack, the same look she’d seen in the dog who’d
attacked her when she was a child.
The
dog turned and ran off into the bushes, back towards the place where
she'd first felt like someone had watched her.
Tamaska
exhaled in relief and confusion. The dog could have bitten her, even
attacked her, but it hadn’t.
The
thing had looked at her almost like it had been checking up on her.
She
raised a shaking hand, the heel of her palm scraped raw but, ignoring
the bite of pain, she pushed her hand over her hair.
How
had her life suddenly become so strange and complicated?
Lilliana
Rose is an Amazon Bestselling author, who writes romance in the
subgenres of contemporary and paranormal romance. She enjoys helping
characters overcome problems or issues, and the misunderstandings
that often plague relationships, to help them fall in love. Whether
it’s city heels being replaced with country work boots, or some
magic beyond this world, each story shows how love can prevail. She
has poetry, middle grade, picture book, novellas, and novels
published under various pen names.
“This
dazzling epic fantasy series kickoff rewards and upends reader
expectations.”—BOOKLIFE REVIEWS, Editor’s Pick
“[Readers]
looking for fantasy series titles that open with a bang of
psychological and political allure will find that few can equal the
force of Season of the Dragon.”—D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer,
MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW
“A
real epic in the making!” ~Dario Ciriello, Editor
When
dragons rise from a thousand-year slumber, to save her loved ones, a
young changeling woman must unite her warring souls.
Quen
Santu wasn’t born to save the world. She was created to
destroy it.
Quen
was born cursed with a second, shadow soul and is a misfit in her
nomadic herding culture. Quen yearns to belong and for a love to call
her own. But she is detested by animals, and no herdclan will have
her. On the cusp of her twentieth year, Quen is at risk of becoming
pesha—no one. Quen’s only hope for an honorable life is to take
vows at one of the Pillars, schools dedicated to the magical and
martial arts.
On
the day a mysterious stranger reveals a dark prophecy, a dragon kills
Quen’s father. The murder turns her life upside down, and dashes
hope for an honorable life. Anger fuels Quen’s quest for vengeance,
and she joins a vigilante group hunting the murderous dragon. The new
found family provides comfort amid her profound loss and holds the
promise of new love. But to preserve the belonging and love she
craves, Quen struggles to hide her true identity.
The
truth awaits at the end of her journey, but can love survive the
truth? As Quen battles the beast within, time is running out. Will
Quen finally overcome her curse and unite her warring souls? Or will
her phantom soul consume her—and everyone she loves?
The
fate of her homeland—and all she loves—hangs in the balance.
“[Wright’s]
powers of description are first-class, and her worldbuilding
impressive. She presents her world with great clarity… The scenes
in Qülla are especially sumptuous and vivid, and it’s impossible
to not believe in such a place: a fabulous work.” ~Dario Ciriello,
Editor
“Wright’s Season
of the Dragonworld
is unique, sumptuous, and highly engaging. I want to feast at the
Palace di Solis and witness the incredible Volenex! SotD is filled
with dragons, new magical creatures, sorcerers and mages, and
intriguing new mythology. But SotD is more than great worldbuilding.
Wright deftly weaves worldbuilding into a story that about the power
of love. The love of a father for his child and how that love
survives even death. Of the complex love between siblings and the
bonds of friendship. And of the blossoming love of two young people
trying to find their place in the world and discovering that love can
be a life raft in the darkest of times. I highly recommend Season
of the Dragon, and look forward to the next book in
the series.” ~Jim Farley, Beta Reader
Quen’s
two hearts drummed an uneven rhythm, matching the thunder of the
approaching herd. The people of Solia crowded the wide dirt
boulevard, whooping and ringing bells to welcome the first returning
herdclan of the season. Quen wanted to join the excitement, but she
dared get no closer than Fano’s smithing tent set a row back from
the main road. I don’t want
a repeat of last year. The
galloping herd entered Solia’s gates, and the ground quaked. Quen’s
shadow heartbeat, normally a phantom quiver, thrummed.
The
crowd’s cheers swelled, welcoming their favorite local son as if
he’d been gone on a year-long quest. Rhoji was merely the second
son of a clanless Solia merchant, but neither Rhoji nor his adoring
fans seemed to know that.
He’s
not wrong.
Gambol’s hairless skin, taut across his keg-shaped skeletal
ribcage, gleamed like aged leather, his long legs spindly but agile.
Quen called again and waved to Rhoji. He gave her a head bob and
veered toward her just as the lead riders of Pijwar clan galloped,
their thukna herd now barreling into the gates behind them.
Quen sighed and wrapped a strand of her
keffla around her nose and mouth to keep out the dust. She
tried to console herself. At
nearly twenty, Quen was the last of her peers without a herdclan. I
probably wouldn’t enjoy being a herdwife, anyway. Studying at a
Pillar was her only hope for an honorable future. Or at least one her
father, Pahpi, considered proper. They impatiently awaited an
emissary from the Pillar of the Way of Water, Val’Enara, to advise
whether the Archon would admit Quen. She had no magical ability—no
innate understanding of Menaris. But
they train in the Orrokan arts of war. Maybe that will be my path.
The pungent odor of thukna musk filled
the air, and Quen wrinkled her nose. The ground rumbled as the herd
sprinted through Solia, intent on the life-giving waters of the Lakmi
River at the eastern edge of town. I
didn’t scare them this time.
It was reason enough for celebration after the debacle the prior
spring. Quen twirled, the ends of her keffla catching the breeze, her
tunic’s billowy sleeves like wings.
Rhoji stared down at her and said, “You
look like a lopsided cart without a driver.”
Her rare moment of joy repelled his
brotherly barb the way her presence repelled even the most docile,
woolly drey. Allow me some
peace, Rhoji.
The bony protrusion on the back of her
neck tingled, and she rubbed it and then chastised herself. You
can’t will it away. Stop,
or you’ll only draw attention.
Quen removed her hand from the prominence that had grown under her
skin a few weeks ago. It was a sign that she was losing her lifelong
battle to suppress the shadow soul within—the soul of a changeling
known as a Nixan. Quen was determined not to let the Nixan have its
first Promena—metamorphosis. Though most Nixan morphed from human
to beast form and back again with ease, some Nixan remained in animal
form after their first Promena. I’ll
be keeping my skin, Nixan.
But even Still Waters, the relaxation
technique Pahpi had taught her, barely worked any longer to calm the
wild second spirit within. Quen breathed deeply and repeated her
Still Waters mantra. I won’t
let you win, Nixan. The
pounding of the shadow heart calmed, and Quen sighed with gratitude
that she’d regained control. For
now.
Inventing Food for
Fantasy Worlds
“Cream Cake” in
Season of the Dragon
By Natalie Wright
When writing fantasy, great
world-building is a must. Building an entire world from the ground up
is a lot of work, but one of the most enjoyable aspects of writing
fantasy. And when world-building, pondering the culture’s food is
one of my favorite aspects.
As a reader, I love reading about food
in stories. Even years after reading The Hunger Games, I can
still envision Katniss’s encounter with the sumptuous feast in the
dining car of the train on the way to the capital. The banquet was
such a stark contrast to her meager meals in the District. Through
the food, we learned so much about Katniss and her world.
Any author that includes the characters
eating food wins points from me!
When creating the world of Season
of the Dragon, I gave considerable thought to food. After
all, food is a major part of culture, socializing, and ritual.
Despite planning much about the story,
there is one food item that just popped into the story. In an early
scene, Quen thinks her father is angrier with her in that moment than
he’d been when she and her brother had fought over the last piece
of cream cake.
Cream cake?!
What the heck is that? And how could it
possibly fit in the medieval desert nomad sort of world of Quen’s
home?
I could have removed it and come up
with something else, but I listen when my subconscious throws
something into a story. Instead of losing the cream cake, I performed
some tasty experiments. How could I make this delicacy work within
the world I was building?
When you want to research food, there’s
no better—or more fun—place than Pinterest!
There are modern bakery treats known as
cream cake, but none felt authentic to the Quen’s desert culture.
As I searched further, I found recipes for medieval cheesecakes.
Eureka! I was onto something. I learned Romans invented cheesecake
long ago. Before graham cracker crust and tons of white sugar, it had
little sugar or was sweetened with honey.
Of course, I had to make one! To be
more authentic to Quen’s culture, besides cream cheese, I added
goat cheese (to simulate what a drey’s milk cheese would taste
like), and cut back on the sugar. I used the Basque-style “burnt”
cheesecake method (no crust).
The result was super yummy! Honey and
pistachios add a touch that feels authentic to Quen’s world. Now
this is a cake worth fighting over the last piece!
What are your favorite “food moments”
from stories?
Epic Fantasy &
Sci-Fi Author and Podcaster. Mother, wife, and cat-wrangler. World
traveler and lifelong nerd. Insatiably curious.
A member of SFWA,
Natalie is the author of six published Sci-Fi & Fantasy novels
and co-host of the Tipsy
Nerds Book Club
podcast. When not writing or podcasting, you can find Natalie
participating on panels at SFF cons, book festivals, and comic-cons
throughout the western U.S. She’s also a short story judge in the
NYC Midnight international writing challenge, and a freelance content
development editor. Her debut teen novel, Emily’s
House,
has been read over 2.2 million
times on Wattpad.
Now focusing on epic fantasy for adults, stay in touch via social
media to learn more about her forthcoming epic fantasy series,
tentatively titled Season
of the Dragon.
Favorite book quote —
“One more dance along the razor’s edge finished. Almost dead
yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.”
- Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos (Wheel of Time #6)
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