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JLMilner.jpgMeet Jodi Milner.

Growing up, Jodi L. Milner wanted to be a superhero and a doctor. When she discovered she couldn’t fly, she did what any reasonable introvert would do and escaped into the wonderful hero-filled world of fiction and the occasional medical journal. She’s lived there ever since.

These days, when she’s not folding the children or feeding the laundry, she creates her own noble heroes on the page. Her speculative short stories explore the fabric of dreams and have appeared in numerous anthologies and SQ Magazine, while her novels weave magic into what it means to be human.

She still dreams of flying.

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The Guest Post

Finding Magic Everyday
Creating a story from a collection of ideas is my kind of magic. Stephen King said it best, “Books are a uniquely portable magic.” The idea really is wonderful. A writer imagines a place and populates it with people and breathes a story into it and then shares that experience using only words. A reader takes those same words and imagines their own magical place and relives the story using the colors of their own experience to create a unique experience.
Getting from idea to completed story is easier said than done. The creative process can be a challenge at the best of times and a downright nightmare at the worst.
Here’s a list of different ways to unlock your own creative magic –

  • Fill your mind with new ideas through reading books, watching movies, and observing the world around you.
  • Always carry paper and pencil and jot down or doodle whatever catches your attention or sparks an idea. I use a sketchbook for this and fill it with everything from to do lists to sketches of bugs at the park.
  • Make time to create. It doesn’t have to be hours a day. Set apart an hour here or there to explore things you’ve always wanted to try.
  • Don’t be afraid to create messes! The thing that stops most creative people is the pressure to make something brilliant the first try. Give yourself permission to create something just for the joy of using your hands.
  • Timers are your friends. Often it takes a tiny push to get a boulder rolling. Have a story idea you want to explore? Set a timer for 15 minutes and see what happens.
    Find your tribe. Creatives need the support of other creatives to help keep the fire burning. Find a local group, take a class, or attend a conference and talk to everyone.
  • Take care of you. Stress, fatigue, poor diet, and long hours of sitting hinder the creative process. Make your brain happy by slowly introducing healthy changes one at a time. It can be as easy as taking a 5-minute walk instead of grabbing another handful of chocolate chips. I still love chocolate chips.

Go find your magic!

 

Meet the Book.

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Title: Stonebearer’s Betrayal

Release Date: November 13th
Publisher: Immortal Works Press

Back cover blurb:
A secret society of immortals tasked to protect the world
A demon bent on revenge
And a girl brave enough to fight for her family when the two collide
When Archdemoness Wrothe stirs the ashes from a long dead war, it rekindles a fire that threatens to burn the world. The immortal Stonebearers have the power to bring her down, if they learn of her awakening in time.
Katira didn’t believe the legends. It wasn’t possible for a person to bend the very fabric of reality or live forever. She didn’t believe in the dark mirror realm either or that forces were at work to destroy the waking world.
That was before the first demon shadow hound came for her.
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Fire and Bone

by Rachel A. Marks

Genre: YA

Release Date: February 20th 2018


Summary:

In Hollywood’s underworld of demigods, druids, and ancient bonds, one girl has a dangerous future.
Sage is eighteen, down on her luck, and struggling to survive on the streets of Los Angeles. Everything changes the night she’s invited to a party—one that turns out to be a trap.
Thrust into a magical world hidden within the City of Angels, Sage discovers that she’s the daughter of a Celtic goddess, with powers that are only in their infancy. Now that she is of age, she’s asked to pledge her service to one of the five deities, all keen on winning her favor by any means possible. She has to admit that she’s tempted—especially when this new life comes with spells, Hollywood glam, and a bodyguard with secrets of his own. Not to mention a prince whose proposal could boost her rank in the Otherworld.
As loyalties shift, and as the two men vie for her attention, Sage tries to figure out whom to trust in a realm she doesn’t understand. One thing is for sure: the trap she’s in has bigger claws than she thought. And it’s going to take a lot more than magic for this Celtic demigoddess to make it out alive.

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I’m an author and professional artist, cancer survivor, mother of four, and wife to the most amazing man in the world. In my free time I’m a beach bum and entertainment cheese junkie. If you don’t like Superman I may wonder about you and suggest you seek professional help.
 
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My Review: Spinner

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*Disclaimer: I received a copy of Spinner in exchange for a free, honest review. Opinions are my own. My contain some spoilers or spoiler-y hints.

 

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Spinner Review

By: Yours truly – Rae

“Okay,” Alex said, steeling himself for the pain to come. “Tell me.” – Michael J. Bowler, Spinner

As an orphan, outcaster, and now hellraiser – literally, Alex’s chances for survival and a normal life are slim. The novel opens with the hint at Alex’s ability as a spinner and an outlook on his situation as a fifteen-year-old wheelchair bound teen who hasn’t been cut any breaks in life. He has his friends, known as The Losers, at school who are all facing known stereotypes ranging from color of skin to a mental illness. They are mocked, bullied, and forgotten both in school and their home lives. At least they have each other – right? Then the antagonists enter the picture and the horror begins.

Right away I was apprehensive about Spinner. Grammatical issues aside, two first seen within the first few pages, I couldn’t connect with Alex or his friends on a deeper level beneath the stereotypes. Eventually, I did but it came a little too late for me. I felt for them, their situation, but some things didn’t mesh with me. For instance, do troubled students in high school really just have one teacher to teach all their subjects the entire school year? I can see their treatment slipping through the cracks on some level and the bullying felt authentic amongst the crushes, flirting, and name calling. At school I knew them for their outward personas and stereotypes played to a T, when they were together I got a sense of who they were underneath their facades and their love for each other, but then the crazy happened and I lost myself in the plot of good vs. evil.

Another issue was my lack of, well horror, as the story progressed. There are demons, vivid dreams (visions), two groups fighting each other for domination, and the glaring presence of good vs. evil. Killer cats, cloaked figures, murders, and more felt too… pushy to me. Even the warring groups, their members so to speak, had me gritting my teeth at their portrayal. The teens got swept away and drowned in chaos. I wanted a build up of suspense, plot, and instead I felt like I was dodging my way to the end wondering what was going to happen next, why it was going to happen, and how it was all going to work out. The end, I confess, did fill me with a sense of buildup and surprise – maybe even a little horror until everything evened out again. People are lost, relationships are tested, and mysteries were sold. I just felt… unsatisfied.

Unfortunately, I didn’t mesh with Spinner but that doesn’t mean you won’t!  I recommend giving the book a try if you like a fast paced coming of age, horror story.

My rating: 3/5

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The Sight of Demons

by Darin C. Brown

Genre/Keywords: Young Adult Loners and Outcasts,
Superheroes, genetic engineering, auras, autism spectrum disorders, bullying,
healing energy

Release Date: October 16th 2017

Beaver’s Pond Press



Summary:

Hunter Miller sees demons. The terrifying shadows engulf him and everyone he knows—yet nobody else notices their presence.
Hunter can’t escape them, so he sets out to understand them. Why do they follow him? What are they trying to tell him?
In this first installment of the Master of Perceptions series, pre-teen Hunter discovers that every sensation the demons produce—whether it be sight, sound, texture, flavor, or smell—has a different meaning. And that by breaking this code, he just might be able to harness their power.
 
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Excerpt:
Prologue
The gigantic blue demon swims around me, engulfing
my entire body with its long tentacles.
Other demons of varying colors sparkle beyond, but
the horrifying blue apparition occupies all
my attention. I open my eyes, hoping the sights of
the everyday world will make it go away, but it
still slithers around me, unwilling to loosen its
grip. In a panic, I jump back into the nothingness,
certain I’m fortunate to escape with my life.
* * * * *
The world of the demons appears, and again I find
myself in the clutches of the blue monster.
The pungent smell makes me gag, and I am assaulted
with harsh tones that amplify my fear. My
own body parts are useless against these threats;
the more I kick and scream, the more the
crackling sounds and oppressive odors increase.
Beyond, I feel more demons, grating against my
skin and calling me with eerie voices. Words, with
meanings I don’t understand, sound foreign
above the din of the demons. I seek the place of
nothingness, and with profound effort, I plummet
into it.
* * * * *
Icy cold strikes my face—the world of the demons
knows no mercy. Overhead, a warm yellow
outlined in a gigantic mass of blue shimmers in the
distance. More demons, surely, but they’re
too far away to trap me. My feet move under my body,
seemingly of their own volition. The blue
demon encircles me, but for some reason, it lets me
run. It’s toying with me. Or is this my chance
for escape? I take conscious control of my own legs,
and run as fast as I can, hoping to get away
from the demon’s clutches. No matter how fast I go,
the blue shadow glides easily, never once
breaking contact. I head off onto uneven ground,
feeling the other specters chasing behind,
coming for me, trying to catch me. My anklebone
snaps as I lose my balance and trip over
something, and my face smashes into the rocky
terrain. Blood-red demons erupt from the
ground, grasping my leg and my face, producing an
avalanche of stale odors, raucous noises,
and pinprick sensations. Without control of my legs,
I take the only pathway available; I fall
back into the emptiness.
* * * * *
I awake to find the blue demon throttling me with
its mere presence. While sitting at a table, I
spot an object whose sharpened end catches my eye. A
weapon. It lies just within reach,
unguarded by demons. Although my ever-present
companion bathes my arms and hands in its
blueness, it doesn’t stop me from slowly moving my
hands toward the item on the table. I can’t
outrun the beast, but maybe I can kill it. The demon
always seems to know what I’m thinking, so
I’ll have to be very fast. With blinding speed I
steal the pointed object off the table and thrust the
tapered end through the demon’s tentacle, puncturing
my own hand in the process. The demon
shrieks, losing the blue color at the point of
impact, but another, angrier, red-hot demon fills in
the space, adding a painful peppery taste to the
sensory assault. A purple demon engulfs me,
calling out words laced with thrumming pulsations
and a dank odor. Unable to withstand the
three demons at once, I cascade into the oblivion
beyond this world.
* * * * *
During every waking moment, I feel the blue demon. I
can’t escape it. The purple one visits often
too, but never alone. Another presence, not a demon,
appears trapped by the purple hue, much
as I am by the blue. The entity shrouded in purple
brings warmth and calming sensations, and
makes me wonder if the demons aren’t all out to harm
me. Although I rarely stay in this world
long enough to give them a chance, I know that with
one brief constricting motion, they could. It
is better to escape to emptiness than die of
suffocation. Still, they haven’t managed to kill me so
far, and I am getting bigger. Perhaps it’s time to
find a way to defeat the demons.
I tried to eliminate the blue one by stabbing it,
but that didn’t work. Instead of dying, it
morphed into a more dangerous and frightening
menace. What if cutting off its air supply would
destroy it? It might be vulnerable through the air I
breathe. If I could block off my nose and keep
my mouth closed, it might die. Then I might be able
to stay present in this world, rather than
being continually forced to retreat into the
nothingness. I need to be in control. If this doesn’t
work, I don’t know what else to do. Today is the
day.
Before the purple demon can react, I grab two small
spherical objects and shove one up
each of my nostrils. I clamp my mouth shut, making
sure no air can get through.
“Hunter, NO!” yells the individual with the purple
demon, and they both rush to protect
the blue demon. They carry me, thrashing wildly, to
the place where I always go after trying to
destroy the demons. I lost again. The emptiness
takes me without remorse.
 
1
 
Hunter
I keep my eyes closed, but it doesn’t help. They’re
here. I still see the sparkling colors. My empty
hands feel textures. I smell odors and taste flavors
even though my mouth is empty. I can’t stop
any of it. If I open my eyes, the sensations
superimpose themselves on the sights all around me.
The demons. They’re out to get me. But I never let
them; as soon as they get close enough, I
retreat inside myself, where they can’t follow.
Safety awaits me in the emptiness, and I go there
whenever the fear grips me. I visit this world—the
one outside myself—infrequently, because the
demons are always there, ready to pounce. They
bombard me with their myriad of unwanted
sensations. Falling off into my own private universe
happens automatically.
* * * * *
Today I stayed in the world of the demons.
“Are you his mother?” asked the voice with the
orange radiance seated behind the
protective window.
“Yes,” the one with purple answered.
“Fill out these forms and wait over there.”
“Yes, certainly. Thank you.”
My mother emitted a harsh sound that made my skin
tingle, spoiling the warm purple
glow. The demon around me, mostly its normal cool
blue, contained an additional spicy, blurry
red splotch near my wrist, which hung at a strange
angle in relationship to the arm above it. I
knew something was wrong, but I didn’t remember what
happened or why it looked like that
now. Thoughts of any kind barely registered amid the
uproar of activity that attacked my senses.
The pandemonium only worsened when a woman dressed
in loose-fitting pajamas approached.
She brought warm demons of white and orange. When
she called, “Hunter Miller,” my mother
responded with a wave.
We walked away from the dozen or so demon-infested
people to another room, which
made it slightly easier to think. The shock of
surviving in this chaotic world so long rattled
through me just like the demons themselves. I rarely
lasted more than a few moments in this
terrifying universe, and it felt like hours already.
The woman looked at me. “Hi, Hunter. How old are
you?”
I didn’t look at her. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t
speak.
“He’s nine,” my mother said.
“What brings you into the Emergency Department?” the
woman asked as she turned
toward my mother.
“Hunter is a special-needs child, and he fell off
the bed, landing on his hand. Like this,”
my mother said, as she held her arm out in front of
her, miming a fall onto her outstretched hand.
 
About the Author
DARIN C. BROWN spent the last twenty years saving lives as an emergency medicine physician in New Hampshire and Maine. His master’s degree in biomedical engineering and PhD in biophysics helped him conceptualize Hunter’s astounding capabilities. When he’s not writing, he directs Murder Mystery Dinner Theater, including the biannual shows on the Conway Scenic Railroad. In addition to his varied academic interests, he competes at the national level in master’s track. He currently resides in the White Mountains of New Hampshire with his wife, Dr. Sandra Brown, and their many pets.
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~ Kira Sutherland ~

 

After a near fatal accident (and getting cheated on by her ‘boyfriend’), and beating up the lead cheerleader (with whom the boyfriend cheated…), and being labeled as having ‘issues’ in her school because she, uhm, sees ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:

 

  1. Continue her ‘therapy’ (where she’s told the ghost is a hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too often…)

 

Or

 

  1. Go to Starkfield Academy, a boarding school for “Crazies and Convicts” (as the social media sites call them.)

 

She chooses the latter…

 

~ Cory Rand ~

 

Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His mother died in a car accident when he was twelve, and so did his mother’s best friend…sort of. You see, Janice made a promise to take care of Cory just before she died, and so she lingers. Undead. A ghost that watches out for him.

 

Brought up in an abusive home, Cory quickly falls into a life of disreputable behavior. After his third offense (which was prompted by a girl, as usual – he has a weakness) he’s left with two choices:

 

  1. Be tried as an adult and share a cell with a guy named Bubba (he thinks…)

 

Or

 

  1. Go to Starkfield Academy, which Cory is pretty sure is run by vampires. But, hey, at least he’ll get an education.

 

He chooses the latter…

 

It’s at Starkfield that Kira meets Cory Rand, a boy with an insatiable Rage who sees ghosts, too. As well as other things, other things from his past, things that confuse him, things like fire and witches and demons.

 

Things he’s always ignored.

 

Until now.

 

Excerpt

PROLOGUE

-1-
The Puppy Eyes

My life was perfect.

I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house. My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were…okay, and my waist…well…also okay. Nothing was wrong in my life.

But then there was Jack.

Jack was a problem.

He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I needed to keep him?

I think not!

Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tear-ducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew where he would go after he died.

Would he, like, die? As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that?

I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way.

I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.

“Jaaaaaaack!”

Still no answer.

“Jack!”

Jack…materialized.

His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again. “Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.”

His puppy eyes became worse.

His skin was gray and, well, dead.

“Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like, really die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries…

The idea excited me somewhat.

What would you have me do, Miss Kira?

“Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”

Yes, Miss Kira.

The dead. There’s just no reasoning.

“Fine, Miss Kira it is then.” Rover barked like a lunatic in the garden. No one else might be able to see Jack, but I was sure my dog could.

“I have to do something about this,” I mumbled.

 

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Author Bio

R P Channing started writing three years ago, but never published anything even after churning out over a million words of fiction. Thirst: Blood of my Blood is the first book he dared to publish. When asked why, he said, “Because it’s the first thing I wrote that my wife actually enjoyed reading.” When not hammering away (most literally) at his keyboard, he can be found buried in a book, reading anything from romance to horror to young adult to non-fiction to comedy.

 

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