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Guardians of the Path: Book IV The Other World – Available Now

I am very happy to announce that Guardians of the Path Book IV The Other World is now available for purchase!

Haunted by Riddles and Dreams

Here: In Demona, the Guardians go to the Dale, a place of old magyc locked away in the past, hoping to find the Man of Tongues, a sorcerer of myth who they believe may have the power to send them across worlds. They get more than they bargain for, learn more than they ask for, and in the end, they must make a terrible choice: Aethsiths, or Ria?

There: In the Other World, Maria Westerfield’s past comes back to haunt her when one of her friends is murdered and a mysterious symbol she never thought she’d see again appears written in his blood. The Girl Who Came Back must figure out what to do before everyone she loves is destroyed by the things she thought only existed in dreams.

Everywhere: All those who wield magyc are drawn together to battle Demons, Wardens, and their own dark secrets to keep the Placer of Pieces and his Men in White from extinguishing the light of life called the Path. Assassins, Witches, princesses, Makers of Marks and even Death Himself all attempt to divert the fate of this world, but everything hangs on the choice of one girl in…

…The Other World.

I cordially invite you to step through the door and continue the adventure in the other world! And I’d appreciate it greatly if you’d take a few moments to please leave me a review and let me know what you think!

❤ ❤ ❤ DragonBeck

 

 

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Update on Book IV: The Other World

I’m please to be able to report that line edits have commenced on book four, moving it along to that happy happy day where I get to share it with the world.

The tale grows ever more epic:

Here: In Demona, the Guardians go to the Dale, a place of old magyc locked away in past, in hopes of finding the Man of Tongues, a sorcerer of myth who they believe may have the power to send them across worlds. They get more than they bargain for, learn more than they asked for, and in the end, they must make a terrible choice: Aethsiths, or Ria?

There: in the Other World, Maria Westerfield’s past comes back to haunt her when one of her friends is murdered and a mysterious symbol she never thought she’d see again appears written in his blood. The Girl Who Came Back must figure out what to do before everyone she loves is destroyed by the things she thought only existed in dreams.

Everywhere: all those who wield magyc are drawn together to battle Demons, Wardens, and their own dark secrets to keep the Placer of Pieces and his Men in White from extinguishing the light of life called the Path. Assassins, Witches, princesses, Makers of Marks and even Death Himself all attempt to divert the fate of this world, but everything hangs on the choice of one girl in…

…The Other World
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I’ll probably be handing out treats like giveaways and sneak peaks, so be on the look out for those!

Until then,

May the Path keep you!

❤ DragonBeck

And More Doors

Hello there. I have not been very attentive these last few weeks, but I have a good excuse and a longer post to make up for it. I have been very busy with the mundane functions of this world, and then I got sucked into a black hole of rearranging my furniture, and after than it was all kind of hazy. Nonetheless, I am here for you now, to serve and entertain, as is my duty and calling.

The last Ink Slingers Meeting seems like another lifetime ago. I vaguely recalling bringing cookies – chocolate chip white chocolate chip toffee walnut delectables – and according to one who doesn’t eat cookies, these were the most tempting goodies I have brought, to entice one to deviate to the dark side. They were delicious, if I do say so myself.

Erika made us tweet (all in the spirit of love, friendship, and shameless self promotion):

It was a smaller meeting, quiet, but no less fun or productive. I am going to be a beta reader (super excited about this) and I hope I prove worthy of the task.

Moving forward, to last weekend:

…and rewrites are a go! The cover will of course feature a door (hence the title of this post) and I feel as though my life is a parade of magical doors as I search for the perfect one. If any of you have a particularly spectacular picture of a particularly spectacular door, and you wouldn’t mind letting me use it, go ahead and send it my way!

And finally, as a reward for reading all the way to the bottom, here’s the first writing exercise, with (you guessed it)…more doors!

Generate, stasis, tinkle,

The three figures grouped around the towering flames clasped hands tightly to
contain the ribbons of magical energy. Three worried faces were bathed in blue
and purple light, jaws clenched, eyes fierce. Each of them had the same thought:
if the spell did not generate enough power to open the gate, they would be stuck
forever in this world. Bastion felt sweat tickle down his face, and he clenched
the others hands tighter, fighting the urge to pull his hand away and wipe his
brow. He wanted to call out to his friends, but the roaring in his ears – or
perhaps it was his own head – made that pointless. He was just going to have to
trust that everyone was doing their part and everything was going as it should.
Suddenly, a quiet descended, a stasis in which all was frozen, everything still.
Bastion’s eyes widened despite the fiercely glowing fire, and with a creak and a
whoosh, the world imploded. A black star grew in the fire, wild gusts of wind
pushing them towards the darkness. From far away, the tinkle of bells called to
them, and pushing away his fear, Bastion leapt into the opening door.
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❤ and hugs, DragonBeck

Warmup to the Great Doom – 2nd Writing Exercise

On this last day of February (that’s 1/6 of the year gone already!) I give you the second ISG writing exercise.

I like this one for a number of reasons. First, I managed to get a dragon in there! Second, I managed to get “xenophobia” in as well – one of my favorite words. Third, the title amuses me 🙂

As a grammar note courtesy of Jen: as “warmup” is being used as a noun, it’s one word. When it’s used as an adjective, there’s a hyphen, and it becomes “warm-up”.

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Gargoyle, warmup (my word), doom,

“This is just a warmup to the great doom the overlord will unleash on the
world.”
Gredden tuned out the droning words and looked around at the gathered creatures.
They had come from all corners of the known world, unicorns and centaurs from
the south, gargoyles and goblins from the north, elves from the west, dwarves
and trolls from the east. Gredden was the only representative for men, and every
time he glanced at his fellow representatives he felt more and more inadequate
and useless.
“We must unify to protect ourselves,” the old centaur continued in his booming
baritone, the silver beard falling to his navel, his front hoof punctuating his
words. Grumbles greeted his last statement, as the proud races immediately threw
up figurative walls of distrust and xenophobia. It took a long time for the
centaur to restore order and a measure of quiet for him to continue speaking,
but as he opened his mouth, a shadow fell over the gathering.
Gredden looked up along with all assembled to behold the awesome and terrifying
sight of the gleaming scaled form of a red dragon coming in for a landing.
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One final word – I should be getting book four of Guardians of the Path back from my editor any day now, so I’m really looking forward to that! I’ll keep you updated on how that’s going, when it will be released, and maybe have a sneak peek or two for you!

❤ DragonBeck

New Year’s Resolutions, 2017

So here we are yet again, at the birth of another year, and as it is our goals and dreams which pull us along through continuum of time, I shall endeavor to set forth mine for 2017.

I will, of course, carry over anything which I failed to get done in 2016, but I’m going to be more concise this year, as I want to have some time left to actually go out and do these things, not just write them down.

So, here goes:

  1. Write. A lot.
  2. Read. Not quite as much as I write, but at least some.
  3. Keep Erika happy with my quota of Stories My Friends Started (if you’d like to help me with this particular resolution, go to Storiesmyfriendsstarted.com, and give us a sentence to start!)
  4. Write/publish stories in the much-anticipated sequel to The Death of Jimmy – The Purge of Jimmy (coming soon).
  5. Write/publish stories in Super Useless (coming sooner).
  6. Get my 2017 anthology in on time and within the specified word count.
  7. Publish Book IV of the Guardians of the Path series.
  8. Write first draft of Book V of GOTP (and dare to hope it will be published at the end of the year).
  9. Write a novella series (or two).
  10. Savor the coffee. Let the Force flow through me…
  11. Spend lots of time with my family.
  12. Spend lots of time with my amazing companions in the Ink Slingers Guild, drinking tea, laughing, and being awesome.
  13. Be awesome in general.
  14. Spread the awesomeness.
  15. Bake yummy things.
  16. Make some good memories.
  17. Do something that I haven’t done before.
  18. Go somewhere new.
  19. Don’t spend too much time on the internet (very important).
  20. Find that dragon, and travel the world a-dragonback (from 2016).
  21. Take over the world (also from 2016).

And there you have it. Now it’s on the internet, and I can be held accountable for it come the end of the year. I doubt that will stave off the procrastination – alas, it is in the ink which flows through my veins 😉

I do wish you all a very happy, happy year in which you flourish and prosper beyond your dreams! I look forward to sharing it with you!

❤ ❤ ❤ DragonBeck

Looking for this?

After the fortnightly Ink Slingers Guild meeting happened eight days ago, I’ve been writing away on the next installments of the Guardians of the Path novels, but I’ll take a break for a few minutes to fulfill another conquest from that meeting.

It was good fun per usual – I think my tweet about sums it up:

Here’s the first exercise of the evening!

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stuffy, cold, perceive,

The tomb was stuffy and cold. Linda couldn’t help imagining dead, rotting fingers groping for her, eye-less skulls grinning at her as she walked to her doom. Her hand trembled as she held out the torch. The passage seemed endless, foot after foot of stone. She passed little alcoves, some with coffins, some empty, and tried to walk faster. Then she ran up against a dead end, a wall of brick.
She dug the instructions out of her bag, and held it up in the light. Then she counted the bricks ten rows up, and four in, and gave it a solid shove. Something sucked it back into whatever lay behind the wall. Linda made a face, and reached into the hole it left, feeling around for the key.
Her fingertips perceived rough gouges in the stone, as if a hand with claws had been doing exactly what she was doing now. She leaned further in, now in the hole up to her elbow. Now her imaginings turned to razor sharp teeth tearing her flesh…she pulled away, shaking. It was empty.
“Looking for this?” a voice behind her growled.
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❤ DragonBeck

Fugitives in the Forest

Hi there! 🙂

Firstly: update on the Guardians of the Path!! I’ve done the rewrites on book three and returned it to my lovely editor, so that’s moving along. I’ve been writing away on the first draft of book four – my goal is to get that done before line edits come back on book three, so: *fingers crossed* – oh, wait, no: *fingers flying furiously on the keyboard* 😉

And for a little Sunday reading enjoyment, here’s the last writing exercise from the ISG Skype meeting.

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feather, light, swirl

The touch of the fairy was feather-light, but it was enough to bring him leaping
up, eyes blurred with sleep, stabbing the sword in the air in an uncoordinated
attack.
“You’re more likely to kill yourself if you keep doing that, than someone else,”
the tiny magical creature taunted, and floated away out of reach.
Harrison glared at it. Their relationship had been growing worse the longer they
had to hide out here in the Borderland Forest together. He didn’t know how much
longer he could last without trying to squash it. He did not deign to respond to
the insult. He settled down in the roots, and watched the leaves swirl down in
the gentle breeze.
It was going to get cold soon, and the first snow wasn’t that far off. The
homesickness bubbled up again, but he pushed it away. He wasn’t going to let the
fairy see him cry.
“How much longer do you think we have to wait here?” he asked instead.
The fairy considered. “Well, how long do you think that spell is going to take to wear
off?”
Harrison sighed. “A thousand years.”
“Well, I guess you answered your own question,” the fairy grumbled. “I just
don’t know how I got roped into this. I didn’t have anything to do with the
spell!”
Harrison tried to think of a snide comeback, but his mind was blank. It was just
as well that he didn’t say anything, because in that moment, the sound of people
crashing through the trees reached his ears.

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Talk to you soon!

❤ DragonBeck