The ElementEaters Series

I think it is best I do the ElementalEater Novels as more short novels/Novellas I have them outlined and they will be published next year some time. Mostly because they are meant to be fast paced stories. So here are the digital covers and their blurbs:


FireEater:
Azar Gabija Kenna was born of the molten fires of the Earth. She was a FireEater and immortal. She only had her master. Her teacher. The one she loved like a father. They lived for a very long time before they learned to time jump. One jump equalled one decade. Then about 100 years ago for them Azar fell in love. Edmond was a noble who wanted to make her his lady. But her and her master gained the attention of a WaterEater, Irvin Arlyn Calder. He wanted their power to time jump and to make her his consort. She had to destroy the town to weaken the WaterEater and Edmond was killed along with the town. Now 100 years later and Azar has broken from her master to live her life and stopped time jumping to sit in a college Anthropology class and in walked a reincarnation of Edmond. Will she get a second chance at love or will Irvin make her once again lose out on a true love in his pursuit for her power?

WaterEater:
Anatu was born of the waters of creation. She was once worshiped as a goddess of war. She was a WaterEater and once upon a time she had been in love with Ba'al. A mighty storm god who ended up a king of hell. Where she had sent him after he had killed her family. He and his legion of 66 had brought the number of ElementEaters down to so very few. She vowed never to give her heart again after she sent Ba'al and his legion to hell. Now they have broke out of hell and she must send them back with the help of a mortal. Will she be able to keep her vow or will she fall for this mortal as she sends her first lover back to the depths of hell in which he belongs?

EarthEater:
Irkalla has been known by many names. But she never gave up her spot as an Earth goddess. Not like others. Or like the young ElementEaters who never became gods. She took over a part of the Earth she called Land of The Dead. She was the ruler as she prepared the souls for reincarnation. Then a mortal, a living mortal, has entered her realm looking for his lost daughter's soul. She had given him three tasks and if he wins he may claim his daughter's soul. If he falls she shall gain his. But she never imagined that she would start to respect this mortal. Will she be able to keep her deal or will she do anything, including giving up her goddess throne, to gain his heart?

AirEater:
Aura was a goddess of life in ancient times. She used her powers to breath life into infants who would never have had a chance. Then her own child was stillborn and her powers could not work. So she ran and hid away. Time jumping and avoiding her master and trainer. Avoiding all humanity. Three thousand years later she decided now that her master is no longer hunting her and has taken a newborn FireEater on she can live her life alone. She decided to jump many years away from them into modern times. She never imagined when she opened her bar Elements she would hire a man who would test her determination to be alone and to never have another child. Will she run again or will this man and his son bring out her power long dormant within her?

Random Scene in The Final Lullaby Tour

I have been busy writing! I felt that there needed to be a bit of funny in the book!

Here is a random scene in The Final Lullaby Tour

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Random Conversation overheard as Doyle stalked his next victim:

Victim: Wow, really in the end it would be easy to fake these papers if you had a notary stamp.

Person B: Oh yeah! It is insanely simple to almost get any paperwork, legal documents, even passports if you know the right people, have the right equipment, and a stack of Bens!

Victim (very wary): You seem to know a lot of about this…

Person B: Well, yeah, I researched it for a novel.

Victim: A novel?

Person B: Yeah, I am an author. A poor, struggling, have to work a day job author but an author.

Victim: And you researched this?

Person B: Yep, along with how long does it take for a few hundred pounds of cement to dry, best way to dispose of a body, and how far down can those infrared scanners actually read. All quite standard searches when you are writing a novel where the main character is a serial killer who travels. And faking papers is the easiest thing a villain can do.

Victim: You know all that is illegal right? You don’t actually do any illegal things right?

Person B: Of course not! I wouldn’t do anything that could get me thrown into prison! I wouldn’t want to have to become the

head of a prison gang! That is just way to much work!

Victim: *blinking*

Person B: I mean, first working your way up, then getting your minions, then enforcing everything, and opening up an illegal shop for supplies that aren’t allowed. Not to mention finding a way to get my fix of social media!

Victim: Your chief reason is that it is too much work?

Person B: *tilting my head* You mean that isn’t everybody’s reason? I mean I know I have better things to do with my time than worrying about leading a gang, spending hours getting contraband into the prison, and I for sure have better things to spend my money on then illegal documents and bribes!

Victim: Have a good day! *Power Walks Away*

Person B: *Shrugs, turns to clerk* I need to renew my passport.

Doyle has to stop himself from laughing. He was glad he hadn't picked her. But he had to meet her. He looked her up and down. She was just his type. Small, curvy, long brown hair hair and eyes. Perfect. After all who would suspect a man of being a serial killer if he had a wife and family. He moved up to her.

Doyle: That was quite an interesting conversation. I would love to get a drink with you. My name is Doyle.

Person B: *Smiles* My name is ****

I don't have a name yet! Please list your suggestions! 

The Final Lullaby Tour Prologue

The Final Lullaby Tour Prologue
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Prologue: Birth October 13^th, 1962

            There is an old superstition that floats around the lands: When there is a ring around the moon something wicked this way comes. Upon the night that Doyle Azrael Sullivan was born the ring was blood red and so pronounced the science community would talk about it for years after the fact. It would even be brought up in a trail of a century almost sixty years later. For upon that night the media would claim a demon from hell was born, after all he shared a name with the falling angel of destruction, though the name meant ‘help from God’ once upon a time.

            But that would be far into the future; for now Doyle is just starting out upon his path in life, never knowing exactly how he will live up to his name: Dark Angel Of Destruction, a name that would be a title of a book far into the future.

            For now upon that cold October night in 1962, shivers went down the backs doctors and nurses, that had nothing to do with the weather, when they looked upon the silent newborn that had been born with a tuff of black hair and amber eyes, the copper color around the pupil as red as the ring around the moon that night. A shiver that was a forewarning of the red that would flow in his wake.

 

Honest To God Realistic Writing/Publishing Schedule

They are all basically final drafts and edits going on this year.
July: Elemental Mazes/ 1st draft of Sister Death/To Bring An End
         Short Story The Final Lullaby Tour
August: Finalizing Elemental Mazes for publishing.
September: Praying Final Draft
          Existence Short Story Final draft
October: Monster University II (1 short story a day for 31 days plus 3 bonus)
November: The Keepers Untitled Sequel
December: Plotting 2019 (Mostly the last 3 Katy Lily books).

Choosing Between 2 Titles

In am conflicted between 2 titles of my Camp NaNoWriMo Novel.

Sister Death

And

Endask Til: To Bring An End?


Basic Plot:
I have walked alongside the River Styx and longed to cross, cross to find oblivion or peace, even pain, anything to end this immortal boredom. When my sisters became the Norse deities Future, Fate, and Present I was forced to become Sister Death. I call Gjöll the River Styx to piss of the other Norse deities. After all I am the Sister Death. Sister to the Fates, To Life. While Freya is worshiped, the Fates known as Skuld, Uror, and Veroandi, are revered and respected. People forget that they gave me a power all of my own. Even Hel forgets that she is not the Queen of the Dead. I am the judge of the dead, the true Queen, I choose where the souls of all of the nine realms go. From Asgard to Midgard. They just call me Sister Death. But I once had a name. Though even I am forgetful of it sometimes. Nowadays I just answer to Death. And even through all my manipulations I gain more and more power… power I never wanted, never desired, and for sure never asked for. I tried many things to destroy myself. And I shall at least destroy those who have cursed me to become Sister Death…

Update 07/09/18

Found a slight plot hole in Elemental Mazes. Closing up and creating the final draft now. I have pushed the publishing date to late summer/early fall 2018. Until then stay tuned for short stories and Microfiction stories! Right here on this website and on my Facebook page! Thanks for supporting me!

Working on a new short story/novelette now! Will be posting in a few weeks!

Dirty Secret A Micro Fiction Story

Dirty Secret

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There he goes, not even noticing how I look at him. He doesn’t notice the look in my eye. He doesn’t see that he owns my heart and soul. He doesn’t know how much I need him.

It is wrong I know.  But I can’t help but love him. I try to stay away. I try to remember he isn’t mine. I try. I try so hard.

Sometimes I slip. 

But only when I am drunk, which is often, as I love him so.

I love him.  How could I not?

It really is a sight to behold, that man. 

But I am nothing but a dirty secret, for when he has had too much to drink, when the job gets to tough, and when he just needs someone other than his wife. He comes seeking a comfort only I can give.

But then he leaves again; the clock mocks me as it flashes two in the morning.  Four hours.  For four hours he was mine.

And now he will go back to her.  His love.  His soul.  The one that doesn’t have to be the dirty little secret.  The one that gets to tell the world he is hers. The one that gets to tell the world that he belongs to her. That the world knows has his heart. Even if I have his body for hours at a time.

I get up and look in my cabinet.  The gun he gave me is there. For my protection, he had told me. He had a lot of enemies.

The pills the doctor gave me are there. For my depression. My anxiety. My seizures. All there.

I am sick of being someone’s dirty little secret.  I look at them, but I slide down to the floor and sigh.

I don’t know how long I am there.  But suddenly I hear my door open; only he can get in to my apartment.  I wait for something, but nothing is coming.  I hear the bathroom door open.  He is standing there above me.  He has a gun.  I look up at him.

            “You can’t be my dirty little secret anymore.”  He pointed the gun at me and shot twice, into my chest.

            As I lay there, the pain of the bullets in my chest, I was gasping for air.

I hear another shot; he had turned the gun upoin himself and shot himself in the head.

I struggle to get up.  I make my way to the phone… I dial emergency services. “He killed himself…”  I gasped out, and then my world went black…

I was no longer his dirty little secret.