Presenting the trailer reveal for Matthew Warner's THE SEVENTH EQUINOX, from Raw Dog Screaming Press (RDSP).
THE SEVENTH EQUINOX by Matthew Warner will debut on November 6th but the pre-order starts today and we're celebrating with the reveal of the book trailer:
“The best part of Warner’s easy-paced, almost pastoral tale is the friction between Bessie’s attraction to Robin, her longing to believe in magic, and her fear of trusting again—all of which run deep. This is a world-shattering crisis acted out in small scale, with a subtle appeal to romantic fantasy.”
—Publishers Weekly
From the Back:
Her recent divorce left Bessie Henderson on guard against being exploited by any man. When she escapes to Augusta, Virginia, she’s captivated by the small town’s charm, but also its quirks: her intrusive elderly neighbor, the secret labyrinth of caverns beneath her Victorian house — and the man hiding from the law in her root cellar.
But Robin Goodfellow is not just a criminal. He’s a fertility demigod called the Hunter. He’s been injured, and he needs Bessie’s life force to survive. By the spring equinox, he must complete the grand Hunt, an ancient ritual of environmental renewal, or the planet will slowly die.
As the equinox nears, the couple must reconcile their growing feelings for each other. Bessie may not be ready to trust and give to another man, especially one who takes so much from her. And Robin must choose between love and duty — a duty that means life for the planet but death for himself.
About the Author:
Matthew Warner’s publishing credits span a variety of formats, although readers mostly know him through his horror novels and short stories. Dramatic works include films from Darkstone Entertainment based on his screenplays, plus a radio play and stage play premiered by theaters in central Virginia. Warner lives with his wife, the artist Deena Warner, and sons, Owen and Thomas.
Readers can visit him at matthewwarner.com.
Pre-order NOW for $2 off.
Monday, 30 September 2013
Friday, 27 September 2013
SFFSat - Sept 28
Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday (SFFSat) is a place where a bunch of us post snippets from our written works and also shoot the breeze a little. And before I get ahead of myself, thanks and appreciation as always to those who stop by and leave fantastic comments.
A little preamble for those who don't know: Two characters on an old ship that looked like it originated from the 1960s. They discover a creature that looks suspiciously like a dinosaur, but more like a dragon...they scramble.
You can catch the previous ones:
Part 1: here.
Part 2: here.
Part 3: here.
Part 4: here.
Part 5: here.
Part 6: here.
Part 7: here.
Part 8: here.
And now for this week...
The
hatch doors slammed shut, instant silence greeted us for but a brief second. A
horrific crash against the hull made us lurch inside.
“Elmo,
take off. Now!” I sat, frozen, like one waiting for an accident to happen.
The
drop ship trembled, running through the usual take off sequences. Thrusters
fired up rapidly with a deep burp, the engines screamed as it engaged for
maximum elevation—
The
creature rammed the drop ship again. Mason fell flatter, having never gotten up
in the first place. I gritted my teeth.
If you are interested in participating in next weeks SFFSat, just click HERE, and follow the rules. Sign up is open every Wednesday - and if you're on Twitter, use the #SFFSat hashtag.
Cheers!
Friday, 20 September 2013
SFFSat - Sept 21
Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday (SFFSat) is a place where a bunch of us post snippets from our written works and also shoot the breeze a little. And before I get ahead of myself, thanks and appreciation as always to those who stop by and leave fantastic comments.
A little preamble for those who don't know: Two characters on an old ship that looked like it originated from the 1960s. They discover a creature that looks suspiciously like a dinosaur, but more like a dragon...they scramble.
You can catch the previous ones:
Part 1: here.
Part 2: here.
Part 3: here.
Part 4: here.
Part 5: here.
Part 6: here.
Part 7: here.
And now for this week...
The
beast barreled into the doorway, the metal frame bent and spread wider and the
distinct sound of old corroded metal snapping and screaming terrorized the air.
Mason made a pining noise, his eyes riveted to the drop ship’s open hatch, his
legs pumping across the deck. Unable to stop myself, I kept looking back; the
dragon seemed stuck, but with a heave forward, it burst through,
roaring with indignation. I made the pining noise now.
A
hot rush slapped against our ankles, the bitter scent of smoke and char spurred
us on. Mason dived into the drop ship first, like a rugger player slamming into
the scrimmage. I followed, uncaring if I landed on him.
“Shut
the doors, Elmo!” The computer’s name. “Take off now-now-now!”
If you are interested in participating in next weeks SFFSat, just click HERE, and follow the rules. Sign up is open every Wednesday - and if you're on Twitter, use the #SFFSat hashtag.
Cheers!
Friday, 13 September 2013
SFFSat - Sept 14
Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday (SFFSat) is a place where a bunch of us post snippets from our written works and also shoot the breeze a little. And before I get ahead of myself, thanks and appreciation as always to those who stop by and leave fantastic comments.
Now onto to the snippet. Still continuing with my madcap ramble about the dinosaur-dragon on an abandoned ship...last time we met up with our two bumbling heroes,
they were scrambling to make their way back to their drop ship.
A little preamble for those who don't know: Two characters on an old ship that looked like it originated from the 1960s. They discover a creature that looks suspiciously like a dinosaur, but more like a dragon...they scramble.
You can catch the previous ones:
Part 1: here.
Part 2: here.
Part 3: here.
Part 4: here.
Part 5: here.
Part 6: here.
And now for this week...
We
belched out a doorway, one we’d noticed earlier that had suspicious scorch
marks and long scratches. If only we’d taken heed then and not ventured
further. Curse curiosity!
Tumbling
onto the main deck, we sighted our drop ship waiting for us. Wisps of exhausts
from the idling thrusters caught the ocean breeze and dissolved; the homely
grey and black vessel never looked better.
I slapped a hand to my ear,
activating the audial implant and alerted our on board computer. "Prepare for immediate take off—and open the door now!"
“Affirmative,” a reply tweaked into my air,
directly followed by the hatch doors sliding open.
Cheers!
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