Thursday, May 29, 2014

Book Review: The Seahores Legacy by Serena Chase

a Pirate
bound by a centuries-old oath

a Knight
determined to prove her calling

a Legacy
demanding surrender


As Keeper of the Seahorse Legacy, Cazien de Pollis is a King among pirates, divinely appointed to dispense justice on the seas. Bound by the sacred oath of a long-dead ancestor, he must fulfill a contract to wed the green-eyed Oracle’s Daughter named therein — or risk losing everything he and his people hold dear. But at nineteen, with the identity of his betrothed only recently revealed, Cazien resents the contract — and the urgency within him to see it satisfied.

Erielle de Gladiel returned from the quest for the Remedy, changed. Not only are her formerly-blue eyes now a brilliant shade of green, but she must don gloves to hide inky evidence that her prophetically-bestowed title, the Oracle’s Daughter, demands more from her than the task already completed. Erielle’s dearest-held dream is realized when she is knighted by her King, but unbeknownst to her, that very honor jeopardizes the prophesied purpose to which she and Cazien have been called.

Just as Cazien summons the courage to collect his bride, dark rumors and darker deeds crawl up the coasts, calling its guardians, the Seahorse Pirates, into action — and Cazien away from Erielle. But even though the Oracle’s Daughter knows nothing of the contract to which she has been consigned, Cazien’s enemies have somehow learned of his interest in Erielle. And if they reach her before his ancestor’s weighty oath is executed, the Seahorse Legacy will be forfeited . . . and darkness will be given reign.

Subtly paying homage to several classic tales including Peter Pan, Robin Hood, The Little Mermaid, Much Ado About Nothing, and even The Three Little Bears, THE SEAHORSE LEGACY begins an epic re-imagining of the classic Grimm fairy tale, The Twelve Dancing Princesses, which will conclude in Eyes of E’veria, Book 4: THE SUNKEN REALM.


Through My Window

I will admit, this book wasn't the story I was expecting. THAT story will be told in the NEXT book. =D
   
Without a doubt, Serena Chase has a very confident beautiful writing style. Her characters and world step into life within a page. The magic fits so comfortably into her world that it takes me a moment to realize something extraordinary is happening.

Probably the biggest problem I had with this story was not liking the characters. After falling in love with Cazien in the brief few scenes in the first two books, I was so excited for his return here. But he...didn't really seem the same. He had me frowning rather than grinning for most of the books...though there were some really great moments. Now although Erielle sort of frustrated me a lot, I did think her lack of maturity and rashness was realistic. I didn't love her as much as before, but she was still well thought out.

Violence: As this is a tale with knights and pirates, it is violent: people are killed, a woman is found shot with an arrow, and a bad prisoner is killed without a second thought by a "good" guy, which was kind of shocking behavior for a crew I thought were supposed to be noble, despite being pirates. Also, a female prisoner is whipped, roughly handled and branded.

Sexual: This same female prisoner's honor is threatened and is saved only by grace of the author and that alone. Besides this, there are are also flirtations, male and female. A large story arc is a girl's honor being called into question. One kiss, though characters have obviously experienced more. Cazian doesn't consider himself a philander like his father was, even though he doesn't have any problem playing with girl's hearts and leaving them. (Really, Cazien??)

Language: I don't recall much. Possibly d--m, h--l, bas---d, wh--e, but I'm not sure. 

Spiritual: This was a lot more muddled than the previous two books. I know the main message was to trust God even when his plan doesn't make sense, but...the plan didn't make sense in this book. That wasn't really a reason why it was so dead important for Cazien and Erielle to marry. Yeah, if they didn't, his fleet and stuff was doomed, but that seemed more like a punishment than a consequence. Perhaps the importance for their marriage will become more clear in the next book, but I would have liked a reason to be present to the reader at least, since it was the entire plot.


 In the end, this story was one really long prologue to the next book for me. I am eager to read The Sunken Realm and find out what happens to Cazien and Erielle next and how it will be a retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses. Sigh..so now I'll just have to wait...

Short Story

Hi everyone!

Some time back, I entered a short story in a contest at Molly's blog, A Writer's Pondering, inspired by a picture she drew.

This story is drawn from a book series I used to write and acts as a sort of precursor to an obsolete novel. Still, it was simply a delight to visit these old friends again, especially the one who I still consider to be my best warrioress.

If you feel like reading it, find it HERE.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Resistance Blog Tour

“Don’t you know? Animals like you have no soul.”

Could God ever love a half-blood all of society looks upon with such fear and disdain? Jace once believed so, but when a tragic loss shatters the only peace he’s ever known, his faith crumbles as the nagging doubts he’s tried to put behind him descend on his grieving heart. With them come the haunting memories of the bloodstained past he longs to forget, but can never escape.

Taken from home at a young age and raised to serve the emperor, Kyrin Altair lives every day under a dangerous pretense of loyalty. After her unique observation skills and perfect memory place her into direct service to the emperor, Kyrin finds herself in further jeopardy as it becomes increasingly difficult to hide her belief in Elôm, the one true God.

Following the emperor’s declaration to enforce the worship of false gods under the penalty of death, many lives are endangered. But there are those willing to risk everything to take a stand and offer aid to the persecuted. With their lives traveling paths they never could have imagined, Jace and Kyrin must fight to overcome their own fears and conflicts with society as they become part of the resistance.

Available for purchase on Amazon May 20th!
View book extras at
www.ilyonchronicles.blogspot.com.


About the Author
JAYE L. KNIGHT is a 25-year-old independent author with a passion for writing Christian fantasy and clean NA (New Adult) fiction. Armed with an active imagination and love for adventure, Jaye weaves stories of truth, faith, and courage with the message that even in the deepest darkness, God's love shines as a light to offer hope.

Jaye is a homeschool graduate and has been penning stories since the age of eight. She was previously published as
Molly Evangeline. You can learn about her latest writing projects at www.jayelknight.com.
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Through My Window
It is clear from the beginning that Resistance is meant for a certain audience--someone who enjoys a classic adventure story of good against evil. If the characters and plot don't intrigue you, the writing probably won't be enough to pull you in. But if the plot does intrigue you...WELL.

Let me just say the author hooked me on the first chapter. From the moment she said gladiator to proceeding to tug all my girly "it's hurt, we must rescue it!" instincts, she had me all ready to read Jace's story. And then I discovered something. Jace mostly gets character development in this book--the real plot revolves around a completely different character in a completely different setting--Kyrin Altair.

After I came to peace with the fact that I wasn't going to see as much of the fascinating, tormented Jace as I wanted to, I quickly became interested in the dystopian-like plot Kyrin is entangled in, along with her brave brother (hurray for brave brothers!). It's not hard to see that the author was inspired by the Roman persecution of the Church for her developing plot, and as such, matters became quite dangerous...

Violence: Though several people die by execution or battle, graphic descriptions are nil. One character is whipped, and others are brutally beaten several times over. A girl is roughly treated. Someone is threatened with physical mutilation. However, the violence in here is clearly meant to glue the reader to the page with bated breath, rather then cause them to flinch away.

It is rather sobering to remember that the Church suffered and still suffers this sort of persecution in the world.

Sexual: In one brief scene, a bad girl attempts to "sweet-talk" a young man into giving away information. But it is very mild, to the point that I kinda lost some respect for the villainess.
Other men are described as being of predatory nature and would spell trouble for young women if given the chance, but the chance is not given. Despite this book being labeled YA, there are no sexual themes to worry about. :D

Spiritual: The author's Christianity comes through in very straightforward messages that encourage and remind us to have faith in hard times and to trust in God.

Language: None.

Jaye L. Knight has set the stage for an exciting and epic fantasy series of six books in a dangerous world brimming with new areas and people to be explored. In this story, the surface of her world is only brushed...it's clear that there are many fascinating places to explore later on. Though this novel itself concludes on a satisfying note, you'll be ready to continue this adventure.

Fans of series like The Ranger's Apprentice and The Knights of Arrethtrae are sure to enjoy this thrilling, thoughtful tale of courage, self-sacrifice, and resistance against oncoming evil. I eagerly await the next installment!
 ~
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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

The Mailman and the Princess Part 2

I'm so delighted how many enjoyed the first part of my silly little fairy tale! Here is the rest of the story!

The Mailman
and the Princess
(And also a really cool Phoenix)
Part 2
By
Hannah Williams




           The further he went, the more nervous he became.  Until now he had not thought about the need for a weapon.
            At last he found the troll’s cave.  He sniffed and smelled a savory broth warming.  His stomach growled, and he wondered if the troll would share.  Then it occurred to him that the delicacy might be called, “Cup of Colletiatessa.”
            Entering, he saw the troll over a steaming bowl of stew.  In the corner of the cave was the princess.
            Bill squeaked.                                                                   
            The troll looked up.  “Oh deah me, deah me!” he exclaimed.  “Now I have two for suppah!”
            Bill thought fast.  “Hold yer horses.  Is your name Harry the Hog?”
            “Astonishing!  A dinner that knows my name!  Yes, that is my title!”
            Digging into his mailbag, Bill said, “Harry, I have a letter for you from…er…ah here it be!  To Harry the Hog, from Aunt Agatha.”
            Harry dropped his ladle.  “Deah Auntie!  Oh, let me see it sah!”
            He reached for it but Bill the Bold jerked it away.  “Hold yer horses, again.  You get the letter if you give me the princess and…”  He glanced around and saw a beautiful sword amongst the gold.  “And that there sword,” he demanded.
            The troll groaned.  “Oh deah.  I must have the lettah!  Very well, take yeh girl and sword and be off.”
            This was arranged, and Bill and Colletiatessa rushed out leaving Harry the Hog to exclaim in delight over the letter from his “deah auntie”.
            Colletiatessa thanked Bill stiffly.
            Night fell, and Bill slept on the left of the road and she slept on the right.
            Before daybreak she leapt up, determined to get an early start.  However, as soon as the sun rose, she saw Bill on the road…ahead of her!!!
            Bill turned and waved.  “Mornin’ Princess!”
            He waited until she had caught up with him, and then they both went on.
            Oh how Colletiatessa fumed!  But suddenly her pretty eyes saw a red streak cross the sky and enter the forest.  Her heart skipped.  It was a Phoenix!
            Now everybody knows if you catch a Phoenix it will grant one wish.
            And I will wish for it to fly me to the tower where I’m sure they’re keeping mother, she thought.  I’ll get there far ahead of Bill.  She turned and entered the forest.
            Bill happened to look her way as she slipped into the trees.  “Now that be curious,” he remarked.  “She must know a shortcut, and anyway, a princess shouldn’t travel alone.”  So he followed her.
            After some time of struggling through vine maple and rhododendron, he saw the phoenix preening itself on a rock and guessed that that was what she was after.  He knew if she wished a ride, he’d never get to the queen first.  That’ll never do, he thought.
            He pivoted to the right and started crawling around and behind the phoenix.
            Now Bill, in his career as a mailman, had learned to move noiselessly, because he sometimes had to sneak up to a mailcrate without alerting resident killer dogs. So he was able to creep right up behind the Phoenix.  It had already spotted the princess and was preparing to vanish before her very eyes. But just then, Bill leapt up and grasped its talon.  It screeched and rose into the air, but Bill held on.  It came back down, looking sullen.
            “Well master, you have snared me.  What is you wish?” it hissed hotly.
            Then up came Colletiatessa, who was shaking with rage.  “How could you???  That was my wish!” she cried.
            Bill nodded.  “Yeah, but I caught it.”
            She buried her face in her slender hands.  “Now you’ll get ahead of me,” she groaned.
            “Nope.  This here Phoenix can be a ride to the both of us.”
            The Phoenix had been sulking during this talk and his feathers looked like dying embers.  However when he heard this, both his flame and temper flared.  “See here!  I can only grant one wish.”
            “Yep.  My wish is for you to carry the both of us.”  Colletiatessa frowned, but she did not argue.  Bill went to mount the creature, but then he noticed that the bird was still aflame.  “Hmmm.  Could you turn down your heat a pint, sir….Er…what’s your handle?”
            “My name is Skervarcalcosious, and no, I will not turn down.  You have already spent your wish.”
            “So I have.”  Bill looked anxiously at the kindling feathers, but went to mount anyway.
            But then Skervarcalcosious saw the mailbag.  “You are a mailman?” he asked in surprise.
            “Indeed.”
            The Phoenix’s eyes brightened.  “Then perhaps you know my brother, Darlemvelamcalcosious?  He lives east of here.”
            “You mean the phoenix who wants to be a scholar?” Bill said without even scratching his head.
            “The very one!” he cried, delighted.  “That fool brother of mine.  We tried to convince him being a scholar was hopeless.  How is he?”
            “Fine, though he ain’t any closer to being a scholar.”
            The princess had been trying to pretend she didn’t care about the conversation, but her curiosity got the better of her.  “Why can’t he be a scholar?”
            “Why?  Because paper burns up if he touches it!”
            “And the glasses melt on his beak,” Bill finished.
            They laughed together.
            “You have given me much pleasure,” the phoenix said. “For that I shall make your ride very comfortable.  Mount!”
            They did so, and the flaming bird soared to the clouds.  “Where do I fly to?” he queried.
            “To Ucthalionessmar Tower.  I’m sure that’s where they holding Mother,” replied Colletiatessa.
            They flew over mountains and valleys till they saw a great tower in the distance.  “I will only drop you off,” the Phoenix said.
            Bill nodded.  “Take us to the door, and we shall risk the rest.”
            Once alighted they leapt off and ran to the tower door.  Two guards were posted there, but they were sleeping. 
            Colletiatessa took the keys from one’s limp hand and unlocked the door.  Her fingers fumbled as she stuck the key in her belt and rushed through the door, acting altogether hasty.
            Bill understood.  He stuck his foot in the door as she tried to shut it.
            She glared.
            Reopening the door, he said, “I suppose that was a mistake, and you really weren’t trying to get rid of me.”
            Bounding away, she raced up the winding stair.
            Bill followed immediately.  “I have to get to the Queen first, and anyway she shouldn’t be the first one to meet the guards.”  He picked up the pace and overtook her.  With a sudden spark of competition, he passed by grinning impishly. Suddenly he tripped and fell flat.  She had tripped him with her bow!  Trotting over him, she sped on with a toss of her head.
            That did it!  He was going to win if it was the last thing he did!  He was up, teeth clenched, and took the stairs two at a time.  She was right in front of him, brown braid flying.  Seized by impulse, he grabbed her braid and pulled her behind him, a bit harder then he intended.
            Colletiatessa cried in fear, and Bill spun around to see her teetering on the edge of a step, arms flaying.
            With dismay, he reached and caught her hand.
            As soon as he did so, her expression changed from fear to malicious delight.  She yanked her arm back, and Bill went tumbling down the stairs.
            He landed at the bottom with a thump.  For five seconds he lay flat on his back watching all his letters come fluttering down.
            “She asked for it!” he shouted   He didn’t even think about saving the queen; his goal was to defeat Cunning Colletiatessa.
            Bill the Blur zoomed up the stairs four steps at a leap.
            There she was!  She was about to reach the second door.
            He rushed past, picking the keys out of her pocket as he went. He burst through the door, spun around, saw the shocked look on her, and then with a loud, “HAWH!!!” he slammed it shut, right in her face!
            For a long moment, Colletiatessa stared at the locked door.  Her lower rose-red lip trembled and her violet eyes sparkled, she did not know if she was going to cry or rant and rave at her failure.
            In the end she did neither.
            She went out the nearest window and rapidly began climbing the vines on the outside of the tower.
           
            Bill’s adrenaline rush had not worn down as he charged up the stairs.
            It vaguely occurred to him how odd it was that they had met with no resistance, but he didn’t think about that.
            He burst through the door roaring, “I have saved you, your Majesty!” just as Colletiatessa vaulted through the window crying, “Mama, Mama!”
            They stared at each other blankly, then more blankly still at the room.
            Save for them…it was empty.
            The door Bill had just come from burst open, and in poured enemy soldiers.  “Run for it!” Bill yelled to Colletiatessa as he was nabbed.
            Instead she bounded forward, hands on hips.  “Where did you put my mama?” she demanded.
            “Obviously not here,” was the captain’s snide remark as he signaled the guards to grab her.
            “Then this is a trap?” Bill guessed. 
            The Captain bounced on his toes with the triumph of a victorious rooster.  “What a day!  I have at least doubled the ransom with capturing the princess and you…you…”
            “Mailman.”
            “Mailman?  Well, I guess that’s worth something.  Take them down to the cells, and make sure the darling lovebirds aren’t near each other.”
            “Lovebirds?!” Colletiatessa yelped.  “I’m not his lovebird!”
            “And I am most certainly not her darling!” Bill fumed.
            “This is amazing,” the captain chuckled. “You have inspired me.  In honor of your charming friendship, you get to have prison cells right next to each other.”
            They both groaned.

            For an hour there was silence in the black dungeon.  Then Bill heard one, loud, tearful sniff.  He felt terrible that he had made the princess cry.
            “Princess,” he moaned.  “Is there any man you wish to marry?”
            Another sniff.  “Yes.  I’d marry a man who is kind, thoughtful, courageous, handsome, and who’d love me so much he wouldn’t even be on this stupid quest, but would be helping me find Mama first so I wouldn’t have to marry against my will.”
            “Oh.”  Bill felt even worse.
            Still another dismal, dreary hour dragged by.  Then Bill remembered.  “Princess!  Once when delivering mail, I got locked in the closet of a senile hairstylist!  I used a hairpin to spring the lock!  Do you have a hair pin?”
            For an answer, her gracile hand reached through the bars with the hairpin in her palm.
            Bill worked for ten minutes before there was a “click” and the door swung open.  Rapidly, he unlocked her cell, and they both rushed up the stairs and out the door to the glorious outdoors!
            But before they had gone far, a shout sounded.  “Hoi!!!  They’re escaping!”
            They spun around to see soldiers flooding out of the tower.  At that moment, light and heat flared behind them.
            “Don’t look now,” Bill gasped.  “But I think they have us cut off by fire.”
            “Well, it is fire,” a familiar voice said.
            “Skervarcalcosious!” they cried.
            “Mount, friends!  The enemy draws near!”
            Up they swept before the soldier’s astonished eyes.
            “Where to, Masters?”
            “To Colletiatessa’s mother,” Bill answered, as they should have said in the beginning.
            So after hours of flight, they passed over a dark, impenetrable forest till they came to a glade in which stood a cabin.
            “It’s unguarded.  No one was supposed to come by air,” Skervarcalcosious said.
            Jumping off, they dashed for the door.  Through the door’s window they could see the queen spinning at a loom, mournful and lonely.  The princess looked at Bill, challenging and defiant.
            Then Bill smiled and stepped back.  “No girl should have to marry against her will.”
            Her starry eyes widened as she gazed at him with wondrous delight, her crimson lips parting.  Then she gently smiled, opened the door and said, “Mamma, I’ve come.  And I want you to meet the man that I love--Bill the mailman.”

            I clapped my hands as he finished telling this story.  “Oh, weren’t you surprised!”
            “I was right flabbergasted.”
            “How’d you return?”
            “Well, we left the cottage and lo! there were two phoenixes!  The hopeless scholar, Darlanvelamcosious had come.  So we all flew home.”
            “And you married the Princess and are now Prince.”
            “Yep.”
            I wrote a note on my pad.  “Anything else?”
            “Yep.  We’ll live happily ever after.”
            And so they did.
The End