Just for fun I spent most of Monday afternoon making two quizes, both of them tied to the Peers of Beinan Series.
Ready? LET’S PLAY!
What is your favourite Beinarian food?
Which Beinarian royal are you?
Just for fun I spent most of Monday afternoon making two quizes, both of them tied to the Peers of Beinan Series.
Ready? LET’S PLAY!
What is your favourite Beinarian food?
Which Beinarian royal are you?
It’s finally here! The final chapter to the Peers of Beinan Series! Released on 1st February, 2015, Princess Anyu Returns tells the story of Princess Anyu’s exile on D425E25 Tertius and of her return home to Beinan to face the murderous and very treacherous Lord Yelu. In this scene from chapter two, Enter Anyu Wen, you are treated to a Firefly-influenced opening followed by the introduction of a very dangerous alien.
Music filled Anyu’s ears as she wandered the mall, light, rhythmic and sweet with the familiar sound of shawms and flutes. As if in a dream of the home she knew existed no more, Anyu drifted towards the sound. In the center of a large open space near an escalator, a small troop of performers dressed very much like Beinarians danced and played the sweet music. Recognizing the dance, Anyu put everything down and joined the forming circle. Memories swelled. Her feet knew the steps, transporting her and surprising the performers while the crowd of shoppers applauded. As the song ended, she disappeared, collecting her belongings once more. One of the dancers, a man with brown eyes, jet black hair, and apricot skin followed her, “Who are you?”
Anyu turned and faced him, “I beg your pardon?”
“You appeared and disappeared as if from nowhere. I have never seen you before, yet you knew the steps to our dance.”
“Everyone knows that dance,” remarked Anyu casually.
“Not in this time and place, they do not,” countered the man.
Comprehension filled Anyu, “Ah! You must be of this Society for Creative Anachronism that people told me about!”
“I am. My name is Seo-jun.”
“It suffices. So what are you doing here?”
“Shopping. New dress,” motioned Anyu at the fabric of her dress.
Seo-jun raised an eyebrow, “With a heavy pack like that and a basket of food?”
“Sure, why not?”
Seo-jun’s eyes changed from brown to metallic blue, his voice lowering, “You are not from around here. As a matter of fact, you are not from anywhere near here – not even this galaxy.”
Anyu tensed and instinctively raised her hand to her hip, forgetting for the xiao-shir that her sword was buried in her pack, “Who are you?”
Seo-jun grabbed her arm, “Let us take a walk, Princess!”
Seo-jun dragged Anyu to the parking lot outside of the mall. Forcing her onto the back seat of his black two door Ford Fiesta sedan, he threw her belongings into the car hastily, spilling out one of the kolaches from its basket. Suddenly a dark-haired and grey-eyed man wearing white trousers, a white t-shirt, and white linen blazer leapt out from behind a nearby station wagon, his laser épée humming fiercely, “Let her go!”
Seo-jun laughed, “Why? You cannot harm me!” To prove his point, Seo-jun concentrated; the doors on the sedan locked with a loud click. Anyu tried to pry open the locks; they would not budge.
Understanding her life was in danger she quickly found her sword and drew it from her pack as the man stepped towards Seo-jun with his laser épée. Closing his eyes and controlling his breath, the locks flew open. Anyu rolled onto the ground to safety. Lifting a finger, the stranger threw all of Anyu belongings out of the car including the stray kolache which rolled in its protective plastic sandwich bag until it hit Anyu’s pack as Anyu found her feet.
The man with the épée advanced on Seo-jun, “You will leave this world, Seo-jun.”
Seo-jun sneered, “And who will make me? You?”
“If I must,” confirmed the man, raising his épée and planting his feet firmly to attack.
“Your powers of mind are limited. Your powers of flesh are even more limited. When can your kind ever defeat us?” guffawed Seo-jun.
“Perhaps I will die trying,” offered the man.
Anyu raised her sword, taking a defensive position with her strange benefactor, “If he dies, he does not die alone!”
“I did not come here for you, Princess. But if you wish to die too, I can arrange that. Pity though; you are worth so much more to me alive – unlike your friend here,” frowned Seo-jun.
“Come now, what would Lady Laela think if she heard you talk that way? You cannot simply dispose of her favourite pet without provoking her wrath!” cried the stranger sarcastically, his feet instinctively falling into the ritualized martial arts forms of the knights of Gurun. Anyu smiled, recognizing the steps from countless lessons by Lady Knight Aldris of the knights of Gurun, her feet gliding into complimentary forms in accord with the Gurun style of fighting. Their two swords – one heritage and one modern – seemed to dance joyfully as they met each other’s eyes. Two complete strangers yet suddenly comrades in arms.
Undaunted, Seo-jun rolled his eyes, half amused at the irony of a man from the past wielding the modern weapon while the adolescent daughter of Beinan’s conquered queen wielded a heritage sword. It was, from a larger perspective, downright comical while being, from another point of view, rather heroic. “You both surely must realize how useless both your weapons are against me.”
“That has yet to be seen,” challenged the stranger. “I have never actually attacked one of your species before – but since you obviously are intent on taking one or both of us to Lord Yelu, I see little incentive to not at least try.” In affirmation, the stranger lunged at Seo-jun with his blade, much to Seo-jun’s annoyance.
Seo-jun deflected the blade with a wave of just one finger, “I am no longer amused.” Anyu, unaffected by Seo-jun’s telekinesis, glided closer, cutting her blade down and slicing ever so slightly into his shoulder. A few drops of black blood spilled onto the ground, sizzling against the payment acidly. Seo-jun faced her, his eyes like blue flames, “Unwise!”
Just as Seo-jun was about to throw Anyu into a nearby car with his mind, he observed several native humans approaching their position, obviously attracted by the noise. A man wearing the navy blue uniform of the State College police department approached cautiously, his firearm drawn. Seo-jun’s eyes changed back to their brown disguise. Stepping back towards his sedan, he opened the door, “Very well then, since this place is far too crowded for my taste, let us defer this conversation for another beinor. I trust you will make peace with your goddesses by then. I would hate to see your soul trapped around this world.” Sitting down in the sedan, Seo-jun closed the door, engaged the internal combustion engine, and drove away.
Relieved, the stranger stepped out around a car to turn off his laser épée out of sight of the police officer. Anyu pulled her sword sheath out of her pack, “What just happened?”
“I would think that would be obvious,” answered the stranger as the police officer reached them.
“State College police,” announced the officer. “Are you okay?”
Anyu looked at the officer and offered a respective bow, “Yes! Yes we are – thanks to you!” The police officer tipped his cap politely before turning back, unwilling to get more involved than absolutely necessary. Anyu turned once more to the stranger, “Well, now that’s over – did you know that Seo-jun creature?”
‘I do; I did,” admitted the stranger as he re-joined Anyu.
“Who is he? Perhaps more importantly who are you?”
“That is a long story – to both questions. I am not entirely certain I know who you are – except that you are not of this world. Why did he call you ‘princess?’”
“I do not know how you know I am not of this world – but he called me ‘princess’ because I am the daughter of my people’s reigning sovereign queen.”
The stranger took off his watch, “This looks like an ordinary multi-function time piece such as local men of wealth wear – but it is not.” Demonstrating, he tapped the surface of the timepiece rapidly three times. The display changed. “As I hope you know, all life on this world is kol-based, not silizium-based like we are. This function scans for silizium-based life. That is how I found both Seo-jun and you, actually. All three of us are silizium-based. But beyond that – all I can tell is that Seo-jun appears to be after both of us – not just me.”
“That name – Lady Laela – sounds familiar. Who is she?”
“Assuming these readings are correct and you come from B345A15 Quartus, also known as planet Beinan?”
“Yes, that is my home world.”
“Mine as well. Have you ever been to the castle temple of Abka Biya overlooking the Amba Mederi Ocean in Bira Hecen?”
“Do you remember a strange woman with metallic blue eyes who takes care of the temple’s observatory?”
“Vaguely – she did something – scanned me perhaps? I came to the temple to seek refuge from strange dreams I was having. She said I was seeing someone I knew in another life – someone named Janus who I later came to recognize as the same soul as this Lord Yelu the Bastard who has no doubt overthrown the Gurun dynasty.”
“Precisely. That is Lady Laela.”
“You know her?”
“Better than you do – and so does Seo-jun.”
“Who is he?”
“A very dangerous person from an ancient race – Lady Laela’s race actually. We first met them – we call them ‘The Amur’ – during the Great Migration. Woe to all Beinarians that beinor ever came.”
“My name is Anyu – Lady Engineer Anyu.”
“You are both a princess and an engineer?”
“Yes. You find that strange lord…”
“The locals call me ‘Christopher.’”
“That is not your name.”
“Why give me an alias?”
“I will tell you my birth name – in time. This is hardly the place to discuss our world.”
“I have a home in town where we can talk more privately – it is not far from here.”
“Lead the way!”
Boudicca: Britian’s Queen of the Iceni is a creative non-fiction biography suitable for young readers exploring the life of one of the ancient world’s greatest heroines. In 61 CE Boudicca shocked Roman patriarchs by uniting most of the English Celts in what became the last great stand against Roman conquest of the British isles.
In this scene from chapter four, a prayerful Boudicca seeks wisdom from The Morrigan.
Two years of peace passed. For the time being, it seemed like the Roman governor was keeping his word. But with each passing week and month, Alys and Morgan grew more anxious as their dreams became filled with visions of the future.
Boudicca watched them, her heart aching for their pain. Finally, three days before mid-summer’s day, she and Linet drove her light chariot to a small shrine to the Morrígan in the thick ancient forest to the north of their village. All day and through most of the night, Boudicca and Linet sat in prayer and vigil, asking the goddess for guidance.
Finally, as dawn broke through the trees and birds woke from their sleep, Linet stood up and put her hand on Boudicca’s shoulder, “Your Highness, we must return.”
“We will not survive what is coming, my friend, though it seem victory will be in our grasp for a time. War is upon us; the Romans do not see the equality of women as our peoples do. This governor – Paullinus – does not even consider me queen of the Iceni – only my husband’s personal servant for his bedchamber. Should anything happen to him, they will come to claim what they feel belongs to them. The Iceni will become as my people are,” wept Boudicca.
“We do not have to let them take our people; we can fight. Already we are fighting them in the west. They would stamp out our faith – but we are not afraid. We fight them with all we have. The goddess is on our side, Your Highness, as is the morality of our cause: freedom and equality for all people! They think that those who lack certain kinds of strength are created and designed to be inferior. But we know better. We know we are all one – equals. Surely our goddesses and gods will fight for us in the great battle. Camulos, god of war, he shall be our champion!” proclaimed Linet with fire in her eyes.
“Camulos must hate the Romans for taking his city and claiming it as theirs. He must especially hate this temple to the dead emperor Claudius in his city. How can he fight for us while the temple still stands, while animals are killed and offered to this Claudius where once our people prayed to him?” asked Boudicca.
“All the more reason for him to support us and help us cleanse his city of Roman stench. We will re-dedicate it to him – when all of us are free.”
Just then a scream echoed in the forest. Drawing their swords, Linet and Boudicca charged towards the sound. By the time they reached the source all that could be seen was Prasutagus, his blood spilling into the ground – as if a year-king killed as an offering to the gods for his people. Prasutagus looked up, his eyes blurring, “Boudicca?”
Boudicca knelt, weeping, the blood from his chest wound soaking her dress, “I am here.”
“A Roman – scout – I – surprised him.” gasped Prasutagus, trying in vain to tell his wife what happened, knowing the moment he died rage would fill her – rage against Rome.
Boudicca kissed him tenderly, “My love, do not leave me!” Prasutagus kissed her repeatedly, his eyes fixed on hers until they saw no more. Feeling his spirit leave his body, Boudicca wept, as if her entire life suddenly passed with him – at least for this moment. Finally, she rose, helping Linet carry him to their chariot. With a gentle nudge of the reigns the horses turned for home and the sad work ahead.
Several days later, war trumpets heralded the arrival of a group of twenty soldiers and five centurions dispatched from the Roman capital of Camulodunum, the once great capital of the Iceni’s southern neighbor, the Trinovantes. This was a relatively small force for the Romans to send, a sign that the Roman governor expected little trouble enforcing Prasutagus’ will and claiming the Iceni for Rome. At the head of this group marched Centurion Marcus Vetus, the son of a legionary born among his mother’s Aedui tribe near the Seine River. As he approached the fortification guarding Boudicca’s village, Boudicca could not help staring at the man who looked far more Aedui than Roman. Resolutely Boudicca intercepted him, “Who comes to the heart of the Iceni?”
“I, Centurion Marcus Vetus come in the name of Nero and his imperial governor Gaius Suetonius Paullinus. Your king is dead; your kingdom now belongs to us.”
“No, Centurion. It belongs in equal measure to my daughters and to Nero. Until our people deem them ready to rule, I rule as queen as is my natural right as Prasutagus’ widow and by the customs of all British people.”
“You are a woman; you have no rights under Roman law.”
“But I do under Iceni law,” countered Boudicca.
“There are no Iceni now, only slaves,” proclaimed Marcus, seizing Boudicca before she could draw her sword. With the help of another centurion, Marcus bound and gagged the struggling Boudicca and her daughters, forcing them to watch as the remaining soldiers spread across the village. Every Iceni, armed and ready for the attack within hours of Prasutagus’ death, challenged the soldiers resolutely, creating a great noise. With the Roman attention entirely on the battle, Linet slipped quietly out of the village in order to raise the alarm across Britannia.
Good morning authors. If you are like me, you probably received an email from www.booklinker.net regarding their viewbook.at universal linking service:
“You may have noticed that BookLinker short-links are currently displaying brief rich-media advertisments before redirecting to your content.
This is because Amazon Associates are withholding affiliate income from us; effectively forcing us to display these ads in order to meet our ongoing costs.
Sales are unlikely to be affected, but if you would like to continue using our service *completely ad-free*, we are offering a new premium plan, costing 10 GBP per month.”
The email concludes with a request for me to sign up for the premium plan with no further details about the plan, what the plan includes, or how it works, nor was there any information on booklinker.net website*.
Based just on the information available to me, I interpret the above to mean that for every viewbook.at or related link you use for your books, you owe booklinker £10 — that is about $16 PER LINK — or your customers will be subjected to their very annoying advertisements blocking their connection to your books which will, naturally, cost YOU sales because no one wants that sort of intrusive spam.
As an author with ten, soon to be twelve, book titles, this amounts to paying them over £100 per month just to use their universal links to Amazon sites.
I don’t know about you, but I can think of better ways to spend that kind of money per month than just convenience links that direct customers to the correct version of Amazon for their countries.
Therefore as of today, I will no longer use viewbook.at links. There are competing companies to viewbook.at and of course, marketing strategies that do not involve universal links. If booklinker had chosen instead to charge a small fee per link generated (maybe $1 or £1 each), I could respect that and certainly I would pay that one time fee each.
But a subscription just to avoid annoying my readers? NO WAY.
(originally posted at 830 am EDT; edited at 1050 am EDT)
*Note: The remark by Michael Downing at 950am does NOT change my position. Even if what he claims is true — for which I have no evidence at the time of either the original posting nor this edit — I can only go on what was emailed to me this morning and make my own interpretations based on available information.
Can you believe September is nearly over? I certainly cannot! The final hours of summer are upon us. Autumn arrives and with it the Wiccan celebration of Mabon, the second of the Celtic harvest festivals.
It is a time where harvest is in full swing. A time to prepare for winter and the possibility, dare I say, of ANOTHER polar vortex. Could there possibility be a better time for discovering new books?
To that end, Apryl Baker is hosting a special BlogFest event for young adult and new adult books that she hopes will get people reading and discovering some great books across all YA/NA genres.
As part of the festival, a total of NINETY authors are donating some great prizes in two separate giveaways — one for residents of the United States and the other for residents in other countries. On facebook there will be some games, trivia, and special prizes to enjoy all month long.
As one of the participating authors, I am giving away kindle copies (USA) and Smashwords copies (International) of SIX of my books plus for one lucky USA and one UK winner, a free download of the audio edition of Boudicca: Britain’s Queen of the Iceni. Watch this blog for more information about the books I am giving away and be sure to enter on Apryl’s blog for your chance to win. Up for grabs are FOUR Peers of Beinan Series books/novellas and BOTH of the Legendary Women of World History Books!
So come out, enter to win (accepting entries right now!), and discover some great new books to keep you warm when the weather outside is frightful.
This post from Tara Sparling offers useful information and analysis for marketing independent books.
In this post, I discussed the findings of a scientifically incontrovertible study (of myself) on the factors which influenced me when buying a self-published book.
The findings surprised me (which surprised me, because I was surveying myself). I found that I knew what made me buy a self-published book when it was in front of me, but not what put that book in front of me, unless I was browsing by genre (e.g. today I feel like reading a romance set in Ulaanbaatar: therefore I will now search specifically for such a story).
It was still hard to know what put those books in front of my eyes in order to buy them; to quote one of the commenters on that post – this is the thorny issue of “discoverability”. How will we find these books in the first place?
So I did the unthinkable, and asked some other people…
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Where is Princess Anyu? You tell me! If D425E25 Tertius turns out to be Earth, where should the princess spend her seven yen-ar long exile and why?
–Laurel A. Rockefeller
The Peers of Beinan series