Monday, March 23, 2015

A to Z 2015 Theme Reveal




This year's theme will be... 


Emotions


...a demonstration of emotion, of states of being, and of frames of mind, felt, depicted, and enacted by the characters of Raventide Books.


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Dreamer No. 4 ~ Now Available



Convicted of magical mischief by a mysterious human agency, Stuart, onetime Prince of the Dreaming, remains in public service to mortals, using his faerie abilities to help crack cases of a supernatural variety. When a village reports a series of random thefts, he's on assignment once again. Accompanied by Mei Lin and Daniel, Stuart begins the investigation at a derelict shrine in the mountains, determined to wrap it up in time for a tea ceremony. When the trio realizes they've walked into the middle of a territorial struggle between otherwordly forces, it's no holds barred for a high stakes game of wheeling and dealing, and body snatching. 

A lighthearted and humorous approach to the varying fantastic and supernatural realms and beings as they intersect with a not so defenseless or unsuspecting mortal world. This is the fourth in a series of short stories/novellas.


Also Available


Newly updated editions of Dreamers 1 - 3



Monday, February 23, 2015

Snippet No. 10



     As the sun set, a glorious cloak of amber and rose spread over the water, as a gods-woven cloak would settle upon the blessed shoulders of Nature.  From a low dune risen among glistening stones and twiggy bramble, Korsten watched the fall of evening.  A comfortably cooling breeze that would be chilled before the night had matured caught his curls and flaunted their rebellious length directly in his face.  There’d always been a stubborn one or two among the forelocks that refused to obey order, but now those few scarcely stood out.  How his lifestyle had changed.  The days of worrying over every tidy detail, of class standards--of unbridled vanity—were as far away as childhood.  The folly of his pursuit to exist both hidden and adored within a structure that excluded him by its very nature, and his, was over.  On his path to understanding that, he had come back to the beginning.  How cruel and how kind were the gods, to offer such things?     
     These ruminations played through Korsten’s mind as the gently tumbling waves of the sea caught the last rays of daylight, breaking them into glistening gems that were passed along, toward shore at a pace that could only entrance the viewer.  Would the siren song of the sea draw him in now?  Or did his own Song negate such charm, rendering him and the sea helplessly neutral toward one another?  Were they in allegiance with one another perhaps?  His mind cycled through considerations that he imagined long after the fact scarcely mattered.  Where he stood in relation to Nature, or the spirits thereof, or the gods themselves was moot by now, surely.  Or was it?

Snippet taken from Blood Reign
Coming soon from Raventide Books

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Snippet No. 9



       He’d overexposed himself to demons.  Pondering the matter drew him to the conclusion that the amount of Allurance he’d been projecting along with the casting of Siren was as crying out from hiding in a dense thicket.  The beasts looked in his direction now.  They knew the vicinity of his nest, but they could see neither it nor him.  How long before they tracked the magic to its source?  How long before they made true contact with the vessel and through exploration and attempts to possess it, would they locate the rest of him?  Had his spell undermined  the safeguards of the mage’s way?  Or was that not what had happened at all?  Would the Vadryn remain ignorant, as insects to firelight, flinging themselves mindlessly at the heat of his blood’s being until they’d managed to destroy themselves in the process?

Snippet taken from Blood Reign
Coming soon from Raventide Books

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Ornate Butterfly



We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
~ Marcel Proust