Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
Jan 13 - The Book Hook-up (review & interview)
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Rand circled around until he towered over Malcolm’s head. He planted a booted foot on the chain linking the wrist shackles before Malcolm could flinch away. “Do it quick.”
Flora smeared the salve over his torn back. It burned like alcohol. The chains clinked as he jerked in shock and pain, but Rand’s foot pinned his arms fast to the ground. Malcolm screamed.
The goblins in the chamber clamored to the bars, hopping and laughing.
Malcolm bit back his screams. Hating… Hating how they delighted in his outcries. His throat strangled the sound. He sucked hissing breaths, shoving down the pain as much as he could. Shoving it down. Down. Down. Feel nothing. Feel nothing.
Rand backed off the chain. Malcolm rolled to his side, as he watched Rand and Flora leave the cell. The prickly burn dropped down to a full body throb.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The hills beneath which the Mounds were buried crumbled in on themselves. Deflated as the hollow caverns beneath lost stability. A cloud of dust and debris billowed out as the hills sunk down, turning instead into a crater.
Lugh gaped at it, dumbfounded. The other fey about him wept and screamed in their terror.
Homes… Family… Friends… Lives… Culture… History…
Lugh dropped to his knees. The strength drained from his arms and they slumped to his thighs. The lesser fey wept about him, but Lugh could not even reach past the shock to begin to comprehend grief. Pain, though… Pain cut right through him. His heart ached as if the silver dagger had been planted in his chest, rather than in the All-Mother’s. His head dropped back as his pain screamed out to the heavens above. The magic bond to the All-Mother, and to the magic of the Mounds, severed like a dirk sliced through it. Lugh clutched at his heart. Everything he was, was linked to the Mounds, to the magic, to his people.
The world had ended. And he, the Champion of the Sidhe, hadn’t been able to save it.
Enjoy: Linkin Park - In The End
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
To gain more power.
Certain forces and creatures are innately magical. These are ideal to use for magical works. Fey creatures are of particular importance. Their organs can be dried and ground into powder for potions. Their bones used to forge magic tools, such as knife handles or wands. Not a single part of a fey goes to waste. Certain tools, such as amulets, can drain a fey of magic, which can then be used by the wearer as their own until the supply of captured magic is spent. This is most commonly used with Glamour, but any magic can be drained and used in this manner. Because fey are such key ingredients, wizards are highly experienced in capturing them.
Wizards play a major role in Champion of the Fey and a minor role in Aftershock. Find out more about the world of The Sidhe at SidheTouch.com!
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Jhaer moved once more, dodging the series of fireballs whipped at him. The wall holding the chain in place yielded to his magic and dropped the ring.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Lifting the paper Tiernan left, Jhaer read the names. Bryce and Kieran. Both just in their early twenties. Living for thousands of years, the Sidhe bred extremely slowly, a fertile couple only producing a few offspring in their lifetime. To all appearances, though, the exiles bred as rapidly as the lesser fey and humans. For the most part, Jhaer dismissed the outcast youths as no threat to the Unseelie Court, and not even worth keeping an eye on. Especially when matters in the Mounds with the Seelie deteriorated day by day.
But these youths were Sidhe, and by definition the personification of magic. Untrained, perhaps. Undisciplined, to be sure. But wild and free and the very essence of Unseelie. And the earthborn Sidhe almost assuredly outnumbered any surviving Sidhe from the Mounds. They were an untapped power, a resource that practically begged predators to hunt them. Jhaer had not missed the rumors about the wizards, long ago driven out of Ireland, beginning to weasel their way back in. Though by far the worst, wizards were hardly the only threat to the Sidhe. Vampires, and even opportunistic lesser fey like the retched Changelings, would pick off a Sidhe if they could manage it.
If the earthborns and exiles were all that remained of the Sidhe, the race would be extinct inside a year. Word of the Mounds collapse would already be whispering its way into the wrong ears. Though his people may not have been completely destroyed with the decimation of the Mounds, the end was only postponed until the scavengers descended upon the weak and wounded. Any Sidhe from the Mounds who did not link to the earth realm would Fade, and die from it or from an attack as soon as they grew too weak to fend it off. The earthborns, untrained and scattered, would be as easy to pick off as cubs once the pride that protected them was gone. More merciful if they all would have just died in the collapse than to Fade or die at the enemy’s merciless whim.
Tiernan was right. The Mounds were gone. The fey realm was never coming back. It was Earth or death. And Jhaer never for a moment considered bowing to death. Not for him. Not for the Unseelie. Not for the Sidhe.
Enjoy: Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
The woman scanned the street with a cursory glance. Lugh remained perfectly still. As her gaze flicked by him he thought, for almost a fraction of a second, she made eye contact.
She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and strolled at a good pace away from him. Lugh dropped down off the garden wall to trail her, his Glamour still tight to him. Her skirt swished in the most fascinating way as it brushed against the maiden’s lovely bum. With casual curiosity, Lugh studied the movement of the cloth as he strolled along behind her, learning the shape of her with each whispered hint of the fabric, a rounded handful that promised a soft surrender.
Enjoy: Pitbull - Give Me Everything ft. Ne-Yo, Afrojack, Nayer
Sunday, December 11, 2011
The Shining Court
Although all Sidhe possess beauty, grace, magic and power, the marked differences between the Seelie and Unseelie is in our self expression. The Sidhe of the Shining Court are civilized, polite and gracious in all endeavors. We appreciate the poetry of life and express ourselves with a beautiful language. Though naturally beautiful, the Seelie love flourishes and flairs that highlight our perfection. The Seelie may seem egotistical, even for the bold race of the Sidhe, but it is not ego for ego's sake. We simply are the pinnacle of light magic and as such have an example to set for all other fey who align themselves with the forces of light. Noble and honorable, the Seelie Court reaches out with compassion and to all our fey brethren.
Since the Unseelie exiles migrated to this earth realm and link themselves to it, there have been a few changes. One of the most interesting has been the baby boom. Fey generally breed slowly. Living thousands of years and yet only having a few offspring in all that time. The Unseelie Sidhe of Earth have experienced a sudden burst in population, breeding as quickly as humans. We 'earthborns' have more than quadrupled the Unseelie population on Earth in just a few decades. The first of the new generation of Unseelie are coming of age. Born and raised on Earth, comfortable with human culture so we can use all the advantages of technology, and having been raised without the dictatorship of the Seelie to restrain our nature. We are the future of the Unseelie manifesting. We are young. We are wild. We are free. We will not surrender.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
This song works perfectly for Malcolm in Scars of Silver. That one is an intense story. I'll add a snippet below to give you a taste.
(A big thanks to @yagiz who mentioned Hoobastank and reminded me of this song!)
The next time the goblins came for him they flooded into the chamber and then spilled through the bottleneck at the door of his cell, filling the space with their leathery, spindly bodies like an army of giant insects, all hive mind with one focus. Even knowing he’d lose, Malcolm never stopped struggling. Never accepted. He squirmed wildly as he bodysurfed along the mass of them, spindly arms keeping him aloft. Only then did he notice the humans beyond the mosh pit of goblins. Three females and a male, huddled close to each other, out of the sea of goblins and staring at Malcolm with starved intensity, like they could eat him up raw.
The goblins tossed Malcolm down on his partially healed back. The silver was released from his wrists. Any relief from the burns vanished under the twisting grip of clawed fingers. This time goblin hands secured his arms and legs, not bonds.
Malcolm twisted uselessly against them, growling viciously. Words meant nothing here. A wasted effort. Nothing could scream his protest louder than the violence of his struggle and the throat ripping fury in his snarl.
And all of it… None of it… mattered.
Friday, December 9, 2011
I can't believe you blinking lied to me all this time! I'm not even human? What's that about? I'm supposed to have magic and cool powers? When were you even going to tell me this? Why did you have me rounding sheep in the boonies instead of teaching me this stuff? Thanks a whole flipping bunch! And what's up with this whole "we were gonna tell you when you were old enough" bollacks? And I'm not 'old enough' until I am 200? Are you flipping out of your nut? I'm not waiting any 200 years to get out of here. I'm not waiting until I'm 18 either! You can forget it!
So don't try and stop me. I'm grown enough to go out on my own and I am going to do it. I'm going to find out all the stuff you wouldn't tell me. Who I really am. What it means to be a Sidhe. All of it. And without any of your help.
(Read the start of Malcolm's story in Scars of Silver. His story doesn't end there... Not by a long shot!)
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The closer she came to Rico the heavier the air felt. Thick with magic. London trembled. She tilted her head up to gaze into those deep eyes. Body heat spread over her like oil. His hands settled at the small of her back and pulled her body against his. His easy strength supported her even when her legs couldn’t. The first brush of his lips against hers sent a tingle through her. The flick of his tongue made her lips part to inhale him.
The kiss was sensual. Slow and deep. London closed her eyes. Breathing him in, the magic cascaded into her once more. It tasted like rain. His power soaked into her, drenched her body in bliss. London circled her arms around his neck, drawing him deeper into the kiss.
More… She wanted more…
His hands slipped down to grip her bottom. She wrapped a leg around him and ground needfully against him. The magic drove into her core, intense with sexual pleasure. She shuddered as it spared no part of her being. The magic-induced orgasm exploded within her. Power spilled from Rico into her mouth, thick and rich. The scent of storm clouds filled her awareness. The kiss washed away everything. Everything but this moment, this fulfillment, this manifestation of perfect passion. She cried out into Rico’s mouth, but refused to let their lips part so it could escape.
Suddenly, the magic ceased. Just like the flick of a switch. London’s eyes snapped open.
“You work for me,” Rico informed her. “You work for no one else. You will tell me all you know, with no hesitation.”
Enjoy Flyleaf - All Around Me
You’d think the fey would have each others' backs. That’s what you’d think… if you never met any.
Malcolm is Sidhe, the only race that possesses the coveted magic of the Touch. He’s also an untrained teenage runaway who only just discovered that he’s fey. He thought the fey would have each others' backs. That’s what he honestly thought…
Until he met a Changeling.
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Monday, December 5, 2011
In Aftershock there is a scene in the Glamour Club where a fey rock band does a cover of a 'popular song.' That song is I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin. Here's part of the scene from the book, and the Glamour Club video with the lyrics on the screen.
The band of Dark Elves, calling themselves The Fury, started up another set of rock music. Not something Donovan was very familiar with, but he liked the heavy percussion and the determination in the voice of the lead singer as he roared at the crowd that he would not bow and he would not break. Very Unseelie in sentiment. Apparently, the band played popular music because most of the fey sang along during the chorus.
Kieran and Dawn danced among the crowd, undulating against each other with more than a casual familiarity. The view from Donovan’s private table situated against the simple but elegant guardrail overlooked the dance floor set a couple of steps down from the main bar area of the Glamour Club. Leaning back, he cast a proprietary glance around the rest of the club, not the least surprised to find it packed on opening night. They’d had trouble keeping the fey out until the construction was completed.***
Enjoy: Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow
On top of all this wonderful interaction, we’ve also been working our fey butts off on the next installments on the storylines. The second Champion of the Sidhe story is out, with Lugh being heroic and endlessly Seelie. The second Rise of the Unseelie, “Scars of Silver” comes out this week, and introduces Malcolm, one of my personal favorite characters and I hope you love him as much as I do. Then we have the second and third Touched stories coming out in the next few weeks. Those are called “Addicted” and “Enchanted”. Just finishing up the edits and cover art. Things are getting more desperate for London, with her addiction to the Touch intensifying.
Watch for links in “Addicted” to both Lugh’s story as well as Malcolm’s. As the storylines progress watch for more links and “Easter eggs,” as the bigger picture starts to unfold and connect things.
We are also putting together a month long blog tour and celebration of the Touched series coming in January. The other two series will be getting their tours in the months to follow. We’ll let you know what all is planned when we get closer to that time.
If you want to give us some feedback or suggestions hit me up at Archer [at] SidheTouch.com. We’d also love for you to rate the stories on Kindle, Barnes and Noble or Goodreads. That’d be awesome and greatly appreciated!