If you’d like some reading material, I plan on adding massive content to my review section next month.
Check back?
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If you’d like some reading material, I plan on adding massive content to my review section next month.
Check back?
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For my faithful readers:
Thanks everyone for the great comments on the freebies!
The holidays are past and so are the links, but come back soon for more updates.
If you missed the free ebook downloads,
EMAIL me!
and I’ll send you a copy.
Thanks!
As Promised – a little early – Here is a little
gruesome tale of Holiday Horror – Rated Soft “R”
Let the reader beware!
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Let’s talk: Not drama, not fiction writing, not even suspense for the moment, but the idea of horror in fiction.
The tingle that couldn’t, wouldn’t dare happen to your audience; they are allowed to live through your characters, using the carefully forged words of the wordsmith.
Benignly reviewing other authors’ attributes and hidden schemes seems to be a popular pastime with most books and classrooms and a foray of websites. There seems to be some safety harness attached to a lack of unique thought like the gopher popping its head above ground.
“Imagination is more important than knowledge.”
Albert Einstein
Where the real trouble begins is when you initiate something yourself and express an original opinion, now that’ll get the whole community in a self-righteous uproar.
That’s when the gopher has to run in terror for its life!
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Just for my regular readers…
I’ve added a new link over on the Navigation bar called Holiday Horror.
If all goes as planned, I’ll have a couple (one at least) Horror Short Story as a free download in PDF format.
Please check back around the first week of October 2011.
If you missed out, please email me for a copy.
OR
You can go to Author Stand and download a free copy there!
Thank you all for your interest!
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Okay, I’ll admit it. I’ve been far too busy to read as much as I like. Lack of time has forced me to throw my mini-reviews here for the time being….
The Host by Stephenie Meyer happened to be the next one in my enormous stack of books screaming, “Read me!” and it did not disappoint me in the least.
I can usually predict the twists and turns in a given novel if the breadcrumb trail of clues is given. In the case of The Host, there was an overabundance of clues (take note authors) leading the reader to suppose any number of outcomes to several climactic segments.
I was surprised to find that the main theme was not a drenching spout of Science Fiction, even though there was no doubt about the linear alien science from beginning to end.
I found the heaving raw emotions made the focal strength overwhelmingly centered around love and relationship.
From page 184: Captured, choked, beaten, and facing death-
“My jaw locked hard. It was not THE secret, but still, it was a secret he would have to beat out of me. In this moment, my determination to hold my tongue had less to do with self-preservation than it did with a stupid, grudging kind of pride. I would NOT tell this man who despised me that I love him.”
The word Love is not a strong enough descriptor however, due to its overuse and trivialization in the last half century.
Passion maybe? Sacrificial gravity…?
You will like the wonderful metamorphosis between protagonist(s) and antagonist(s).
The book cover blurb touts it as a mix of Stephen King and Isaac Asimov, but I found it neither.
It was Stephenie Meyer all the way.
A must read for Stephenie Meyer fans.
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Funny how authors that spend their time in fantasy land, especially the highly creative ones, end up sharing a peek at their insides, despite the effort to hide behind the heaping pulp.
Here are two instances I recently ran across by author Laurell K. Hamilton.
Blood Noir – page 295
An interesting take on sorrow:
“People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies, dies in the sound of screaming metal and the impact of one bad driver. Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn’t come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.”
The Harlequin, page 383
A definition of love I hadn’t heard put quite this way before.
“…but love isn’t the absence of pain, it’s a hand to hold while you’re going through it.”
I look forward to sliding through the next few books in her Anita Blake series….
Sometimes I feel like my head was fitted with a Volkswagon engine to operate in a Ferrari world.
Then I remember the self-defeating brilliance of stop signs and speed limits, as I drink another shot of espresso!
-DP
We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.
-Goethe
Hells Bells is D O N E!
Gone to editors, waiting for rewrites!
Almost like giving birth to finish the Between Life and Death Series.
As soon as I have free previews for Books Two and Three I will post them to read/download.
Now it’s off to the next on the list!
Working on two new projects at once, but it’s like I’ve got a flame under my seat.
What a ride…