Wednesday, 29 May 2013

EMPYREAL ILLUSIONS is AVAILABLE NOW!!!


I'm so proud to be able to announce the release of Empyreal Illusions by indie author Jake Bonsignore. GO GET IT!!!!


Title: Empyreal Illusions: Book One of The Inferno Unleashed 
Author: Jake Bonsignore
Genre: YA Fantasy / Thriller
Book Design: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design and Photography




Synopsis

Fourteen-year-old Breena Taljain’s dreary existence in the slums of Purgaire comes to a sudden end when a chance encounter with a criminal mastermind known as the Patriarch goes horridly wrong. His assault on her for refusing to pay for her mother’s addiction leaves her comatose and teetering on the edge of life and death.

Galbrecht Atalir is a washed-up doctor struggling to overcome his inner demons through alcohol and aggression. He never quite recovered from the unsolved murder of his family seven years prior. When he discovers Breena as his newest patient, he knows at once that the Patriarch is the one who eluded him for almost a decade.

The medicine Galbrecht gives Breena draws her into a heavenly paradise. When it ebbs away, though, the recurring trauma plunges her into treacherous hinterlands. There, Breena must learn to find power in courage, hope, and love to overcome fiends of hatred bent on permanently ending her existence.

With justice burning in his heart, Galbrecht begins a race against time to seek out the Patriarch in the underworld before Breena loses her struggle against the ever-darkening terrors of her mind….


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Wednesday, 15 May 2013

This week I've had the great pleasure of interviewing Dearbhaile Galonadriel from 'Into the Realm: The Chronicles of Carter Blake, Book 1' written by my wonderful friend R.W Foster.

 His blog can be followed here: http://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com His blog is always filled with great stuff and is well worth a follow.


Me: So, I like to know who I'm dealing with. Because I'm quite fickle, what do you look like?



Dearbhaile: Would ye like me own description, or would ye prefer Carter's?



Me: Both would be good, I'd be interested to see how your lover views you....ask him to tell me?



Dearbhaile: Sure. Accordin' tae Cater's measurements, I be 5'6" an' about 135 lbs. Me hair be auburn, and down tae me shoulder blades. Me eyes be green.



Carter Blake chimes in from a distant land with how he felt and what he saw when he first saw Dearbaile...



Carter:  Her face is ageless, neither old nor young, though in it is written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. Her hair, a fiery dark orange like a maple leaf in the fall in direct light; her eyes are emerald and in them a light as of the stars. Thought and new knowledge are in her glance which pierces me to my innermost secrets. The lady’s grace is such that she seems to glide across the ground as she approaches.


As I drink in the sight of her, I felt weightless like gravity had vanished. I feel my mouth stretch in a goofy grin. She wears an electric blue robe trimmed in white. The way she moves has me sweating and my pulse racing.



Me: Wow! (Shakes head in amazement, takes a moment to get over the overwhelming vibe and and continues with the task at hand.) 
And according to your measurement's? Men are always off on measurement's...in my opinion ;)

Dearbhaile: I dinae know. Elven do nae have measurements as humans do.

Me: So, you have an accent. Where are you from?

Dearbhaile: I be from tha Realm. Me mum be from Eire. Carter says that be either Ireland, or Scotland in his world.

Me: Yeah, Scotland sounds about right to me. How do you feel about Carter? Is he good in the sack?

Dearbhaile: *Blushes* W-we, we've- tha's private!

Me: (Sigh 'I really wanted to know that.') Oh, sorry. I'm a bit brash...forgive me. Where do you live now? Describe it to me.

Dearbhaile: When I be travelin' wit' Carter, or nae?

Me: All the time....where do you go? On your own or with Carter, I'm very nosey, please answer as though I need to know everything....because I do.

Dearbhaile: When with Carter, we go throughout tha multiverse. When I be home, I either travel the lands o' me people, stay at Castle Orwen wi' tha Lady Orwen, or I be with tha Vaush-Tauric.

Me: Who are they?

Dearbhaile: Lady Orwen be Queen Adora Orwen, ruler o' Dragon's Land, where Carter first entered tha Realm. The Vaush-Tauric be me teacher, and a Speaker for tha Draconic Gods.

Me: What would you say are your five worst traits?

Dearbhaile: I dinae know. What be traits?

Me: Things about you.

Dearbhaile: I be impulsive. I be inexperienced. Carter call it "sheltered". Angriz says I be too trustin'. Tha's all I have for ye now.

Me: What is your main ambition?

Dearbhaile: Me main amibition be tae protect me Rishka.

Me: Rishka?

Dearbhaile: Aye. Translated from tha Elven, it means Beloved.

Me: How old are you?

Dearbhaile: I recently celebrated me 403rd year.

Me: So you've had a long life? What kind of childhood did you have? Are your parents still around?

Dearbhaile: Nae, not really a long life as the Elven mark tha years. As humans would see it, aye, it be long. As ye'd mark it, I'd be in me late teens.
It was a fairly normal childhood, I suppose. I traveled the forests at me mum's side, from the time I could walk until she disappeared when I was near 50. She was killed by tha Dark Dwarf, Drago tha Clanless. I spent tha next fifty with me da and then after me 100th, I went ta learn from tha Vaush-Tauric. Me da be still alive. He recently celebrated his 750th summer.

Me: Are those your sworn enemies then? Do you have anymore?

Dearbhaile: I do nae have any sworn enemies, excepting orcs, werewolves, an' other unnatural creatures. Carter slew Drago 103 Summers ago.

Me: Whats your weapon when fighting the creatures you mentioned?

Dearbhaile: I use Essence, what ye humans call magic.

Me: And what does your magic do to the creatures?

Dearbhaile: It depends on the Casting, doesn't it?

Me: Do you mean the type of spell you cast? So you can do what you choose to the creatures?

Dearbhaile: As ye would see it, aye. Everythin' has an Essence. Some, more than one. Take tha air for example. It has elements of heat, an' cold. Also, water. I can use that tae freeze an enemy, or to set them ablaze. I can make it rain for ye, or cause it tae snow.

Me: Well, I'd really rather you didn't make any rain. I live in England and things are bad enough. Anyway, you truly are beautiful and amazing. I'm so pleased to have met you! Is there anything else you think I should know?

Dearbhaile: Awww, thank ye, Lass. Ye, too, be beautiful an' amazin'. Carter be fun tae chat with, an' Robialr, too.

Me: Oh...I'm familiar with Robilar...he is so much fun. I've had a few wet dreams about him....I mean, a few nice dreams. Thanks for the interview!

Dearbhaile: Yer welcome. Now tae find Carter an' ask what be "wet dreams"...



The projected release date for 'Into the Realm, Chronicles of Carter Blake, Book1'  is the 16th of August 2013.

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Thursday, 28 March 2013

The marriage rights saga......

So, I'm British, in the UK we have civil partnerships, though, correct me if I'm wrong the UK Government has agreed to 'marriage' between same sex couples? I thought thats what civil partnership was anyway?

America, I know, especially from my honeymoon where I met a same sex couple who'd been together many years, their country failed to see their relationship in the same light?

As a British citizen I've always been led to believe that America was the 'land of the free', a place where freedom was respected above all else, I find all of this animosity extremely hard to swallow.

So.......with great generalisation....that appears ok in this case, from what I have seen...these are my points:

1. Your religion and belief in God means a lot to you? Thats great, I'm a catholic, I had my kids christened as such. I'd like to believe there is a God. I like to believe I've lived my live in a moral and upstanding position (within the parameters of being a service woman).

2. You are a same sex couple? Thats great! Do you think your thirty year relationship has less meaning than a male - female marriage? No, didn't think so.
Imagine if you invested that much time and love into someone.....religious person....imagine it's your wife or husband and you wasn't even given the right to arrange/attend their funeral, how much would that hurt?

3. Shouldn't when people take the marriage vow in vain be the point of a bad union? Not whom it is taken by?

4. Religious people - are your armed forces bad people? For the bible says "Thou shalt not kill?" Are men and women attacked in their home and subsequently kill their attacker in order to save themselves, wrong? No, they are not but the bible says "Thou shalt not kill" there is no sub section or clauses to that commandment.

Most importantly:

What effect would Mr. A marrying Mr. B, have directly upon your life?
Do you think that love, between two people, no matter what gender, has no meaning?

I also want to point out that 'American movies' demonise the British....they have us all uptight with pursed lips.
From today, I have us at, and you can quote me "More liberal and free, than them there Yanks."

We may not, thankfully, have the right to bear arms. I can't buy bullets with my groceries and quite frankly I wouldn't want to, but I'm pretty sure when I send my kids to school that a madman with a gun who has the right to have isn't going to kill them.

That's my point overall, you all argue and get het up over marriage rights that really don't effect you as individuals....though, if I'm wrong tell me. But your gun laws are preposterous, they do effect each and every single one of you! A free for all!

I just don't get it?

Please, tell me what I have missed?



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Friday, 22 March 2013

Dialogue essay.

This is a dialogue essay I had to write for my NCFE Level three in Fiction Writing.


“Right, I’ve got everything.” She said standing in the doorway to the living room, hands on  hips, her mouth pinched.
     “Please, Kim, we can’t be over.” Joe’s words choked with emotion “Just. Please. Give me another chance.”
     His over-bright eyes peered up at her; Joe was sitting on the cream settee, fiddling with the beige piping on the edges of the cushion.  They had chosen it together, when she had first moved in. She quickly shook her head, dismissing the memory.
     “You believe I can forgive you? After everything you’ve done to me?” she jabbed a finger at him, one hand still on her hip. “No chance, mate!”
     Joe leant forward dropping his head into his hands for a moment. “I’m begging, Kim. Sorry. She meant nothing to me.” He said, making eye contact again.
     She flew at him from across the room, barely missing the coffee table. Her fists clenched, eyes blazing. Joe flinched, gasping he flung himself back into the seat, his mouth hanging open.
     “You think that’s what I’m fucking talking about?” She screeched, her face flushed, level with his. “I don’t care who you shag! What have you done for me except bring me down? I’m not letting you humiliate me again. My friends and family must think I’m a right mug!”
       The scared look on his ashen face made her stop ranting, straightening up away from him. She took a deep breath, still shaking from her outburst, “I….I can’t stand the sight of you anymore.” She hissed.
     Admitting that to him had somehow reaffirmed that feeling. Kim never wanted to lay eyes on Joe ever again.
     “I took you in, gave you a place to live, you had no where else to go.” Joe’s voice was quiet.
     “Yeah, you’re right.” She spat. “And whilst I was here you made me the butt of every practical joke known to man, all tried and tested on me, laughed about me with anyone who would listen, humiliated me in front of the neighbours.” With every word her voice got louder until she was bellowing and pointing into his face.
      She sighed heavily and folded her arms across her chest. “We’re not going to achieve anything here. I don’t want you anymore. I didn’t notice before, but, I changed, I’m not myself when I’m with you.”
     “Ok, I obviously took the jokes too far.” He threw his hands up. “I thought, you found them funny? I’m sorry, I was trying to cheer you up because you were so down.” Joe pinched the bridge of his nose, bowed his head and closed his eyes.
     “Really? You thought making toffee-covered onions for Halloween would cheer me up?” Kim snarled, her face screwed up. “How could you let me give them out…to…to little kids? You told me they were bloody apples!  Oh Yeah! A load of parents shouting at me… comical!”
     “Come on, Kim, that was a bit funny.” A smile started at the corners of his mouth. Kim’s lip’s formed a white slash, her body went rigid in preparation to pounce.
     She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a moment to calm down. Finally flicking her narrowed eyes towards him, her voice even and flat. “That, Joe, simply proves you’ve never known the real me, only the diluted version, the Kim without confidence. It’s time for me to go.”
     Kim walked back towards the doorway, she turned briefly to see Joe, his body sagged, tears silently rolling down his cheeks, he was staring blankly at the wall.
     She shrugged and picked the two bags of stuff she’d come for.
     “Bye, then.” She said with finality and left the house.





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