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Dark, & filled with bloody acts of revenge & painful truths. I would/will read the tales of Prince Honorous Jorg Ancrath, but I would never befriend him. THE anti-hero.
Extremely well written & brilliantly paced.
Recommended for the dark fantasy types…with shades of post-apocolyptic tastes.
5/5* for sure.
Join us on FaceBook, tonight 8pm EST, for a release party. Meet and greet authors, have fun, win prizes!
The Forty First Wink – Official Launch Party.
I’ve been on a minor setback this season as the cold Winter blues and Wet Spring have lost their grip and Summer has claimed my vision with much greenery and birds-a-singing.
I journal, I keep track of my mental comings and goings, and yes, this cycle is right on course. Wintertime, I’m feeling cozy and protected inside. With the only real outdoor activity being shoveling and surviving the drive to and fro, the free time is then on the upswing. My mind ventures forth and reminisces about the times in my teens, when winter meant Holidays, snow days and gatherings of friends and family. Those were great times of reading and roleplaying. AD&D, JRRT, Grenadier figures, bags of dices…paper and pencil, graph paper, late nights. Creating, adventuring, fellowshipping with my friends unto the wee hours of the morn.
Those are the Winter Days of yore though, but I still crave the RPGs, work on them, and read much more in the winter time. It’s how I was raised.
Summertime though, calls me outside to plant, get in the dirt work, on the outdoor stuff (98 Chevy Silverado stuff), garden, cut grass, and embrace the sun. Become Pagan again after months of Christian-based media…settle down with Buddha again, taming the cravings…feeling one with nature, taming the monkeys…feeling one with all, taming Hanuman. With all that pent up get- yo-ass outside energy, my creativity, born in memories and cold isolation, fade.
It is a battle, especially in this beautiful 3-coast state, to set down at the keyboard and type. A battle to sit down and read. A battle to review. Outside calls to damn near 2200 hrs. Bonfires, being by the water, walking trails….ugh, it’s all such innocent temptation.
But soon, I realize that I should not cop-out on my dreams and passions and blame it on everything, including the seasons (I did this about 2 weeks ago). When I create, write, even something as shitty as this, I feel like my real self. You must turn in, struggle a bit and do what will give you a smile in the aftermath, not what gives you instant gratification. We all know how quick that fades.
Struggle. Be. Smile.
The Blurb: It’s the 1950s. There’s always something good on the radio, cherry red Cadillacs cruise the streets and everything is always perfect. Marilyn is still alive and the War is over. America goes to bed, nuclear annihilation postponed another day. Welcome to the American Nightmare.
I used to watch the CW TV show, Supernatural, but lost cable many moons ago when life decided to take itself too serious. Cable is now back! And my household is back into and still in love with Hunters.
With that being said, a new book coming out by Seth Skorkowsky seems to take the schematics of such a show, and put wings on it. This one, from what I hear, will be flying off the shelves.
From the Book Description;
‘IN THE SAME VEIN AS SUPERNATURAL, HELLBOY, AND BLADE’
A secret society of monster hunters.
A holy revolver forged to eradicate demons.
A possessed man with a tragic past.
A rising evil bent on destroying them all.
Matt Hollis is the current wielder of the holy weapon, DÄMOREN. With it, he stalks and destroys demons. A secret society called the VALDUCANS has taken an interest in Matt’s activities. They see him as a reckless rogue—little more than a ‘cowboy’ corrupted by a monster—and a potential threat to their ancient order.
As knights and their sentient weapons begin dying, Matt teams up with other hunters of his kind such as LUIZA, a woman with a conquistador blade; ALLAN, an Englishman with an Egyptian khopesh; MALCOLM, a voodoo priest with a sanctified machete; and TAKAIRA, a naginata-swinging Samurai. As the hunters become the hunted, they must learn to trust one another before a powerful demonic entity thrusts the world into a terrible and ageless darkness.