~ Guardians of Illyria Boxed Set ~

My peoples of the blogosphere!

GUESS WHAT?! GUESS WHAT?!

The first three books in the Guardians of Illyria series is available in a boxed set!! It’s two books cheaper than buying all the books separately, so feel free to swipe up this Cyber Monday Bargain Deal now!

Check it out HERE!

It’s so weird really…the idea that I’ve published enough books in the series to have a boxed set, haha. I’ve only been at this for a little over a year and a half, yet I feel as though I’ve come such a long way. My writing is the ONE thing I know I for certain do right, and to be able to present it to you in the form of these books…gosh, it’s the best feeling!

Anywho, gonna be posting a youtube vid tomorrow, me thinks. A passage reading from one of the Guardians of Illyria books, which I’m uber excited about, because of COURSE I’m gonna make it fun.

Happy Cyber Monday shopping, Readers!

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Gayest Excerpt Ever

Well, sorta, haha…

Here’s a snippet from the third book, where Ion gains sight of something he never even knew could be seen. It’s definitely a spoiler alert, so don’t read ahead if you’re not down for that sort of thang. But for those of you who are….ENJOY! And don’t forget to get your copy here! And add my Facebook and twitter!

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Chapter Twenty-Three

The Thunder Lord

Mearic and I clung to the window of his chamber, our eyes fixed on the army in the distance.

Sol was so eerily quiet I could almost hear the rash of bumps rising on my arms and neck. The front line of the army was a row of ants on the desert hill beyond the gates. They were too far for me to make any of them out, but my ears were buzzing now more than ever. And I knew where the buzzing was coming from. Among those soldiers was Lillian…Theo…my sister. What were they going to do if we faced one another? What was I going to do?

My chest tightened at the thought. Triplets save me.

In the middle of the front lines, I could make out some of the soldiers shuffling about, parting as a large object was rolled forward. A small glimmer of light twinkled off its rounded edges. Metal.

“Come,” I told Mearic, eyes still fixed on the glimmer. “We must join your father.”

I’m not sure why, but I grabbed Mearic’s hand without even a thought, rushing us to the lift. It was only when the platform shifted and rushed upward that I realized I still had his hand in mine. I looked down at our interlaced fingers—as he’d been doing—and quickly pulled away.

“Uh, sorry,” I said, warmth rising in my cheeks.

Silence fell, and then I felt his hand slip back into mine. I looked at him, and slowly, that smile that reminded me so much of my mother’s parted his lips. His kind of…pretty lips. In that moment, with the wind in our ears, and our eyes locked, we said so much to each other. I told him of how he reminded me of my mother and her gentle, caring nature. I told him that he’d been the only person to make me laugh in over a year. I told him of my plans. And I told him that I’d protect him at all costs.

I tightened my other hand into a fist. At all costs.

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Siege of Sol Countdown!

It’s approximately 24 days until the third book in the Guardians of Illyria series is released! I know, I know–you’re super excited and you can’t wait to read it! Soooo in honor of its upcoming release, I will be posting small excerpts from throughout the novel everyday here on my blog! BUT WAIT! DON’T PEE YOUR BRITCHES YET, CHILDENZ! I will also be holding a giveaway on Goodreads for the first book to the United Kingdom, Canada, and the United States starting within the next week!

So, to kick-start this little countdown of mine, here’s a snippet from the first chapter of Ion’s (aka the new Thunder Lord of the Endari):

The winds continued to howl around my waist and legs, the rain continuing to fall. I’d been watching Esereez’s troops march across the deserts of the Southernlands for a little less than a year now, ever since I’d left the ranks of my fellow Guardians on Illyria. The soldiers’ mission was to intercept envoys and traders travelling between the Last Citadels—the ten remaining cities that belonged to the humans.

But today, their mission will not see its completion.

It was an order.

They wouldn’t be expecting me, not at this hour, on this day. Nor would they be expecting what I was about to do next…

As they continued to trudge across the swampy earth beneath them, I descended from the clouds until I could see past their polished silver helmets, into the shimmering ball bearings that served as their eyes.

One saw me, and screamed, “Halt!” its mechanical voice cutting through the air.

And instantly the soldiers stopped. They stood silently for a moment, calculating the turn of events.

“It’s the Traitor!” one of them shouted.

“Strike him down!” called another. “Kill him by order of Skylord Othum!”

Even Othum wants me struck down now?

I detected a sudden shift in the atmosphere—particles of electricity building in the insides of their spears. The buzzing of the electricity filled my sensitive ears, clouding my thoughts.

As their spears fast approached their full charge, I threw my head back. I shifted my jaw and felt it pop out of its socket like a snake’s would before devouring its prey. A Dark move of the Balance taught to me by a Dark god, drawn from anger and sorrow and hate. I snapped my head forward, and when I opened my mouth, it stretched down past my chest. A torrent of hissing ice, snow, and hail flooded out of my mouth, materializing from the very breath I exhaled. It flooded over the Inventor’s soldiers, a blizzard in the middle of the High Heat that froze the soldiers in their place. A web of frost crept over my lips, snaking across my cheeks and up to my eyes, caking my eyebrows in ice.
The river of snow, wind, and sleet stopped as I retracted my unhinged jaw, and I popped it back into place with my hand. It hurt the first time I’d done it, but now it was as natural as any other Dark move I’d learned.

The winds lowered me to the soldiers, and at once my feet reached the frozen earth, I marched through the ranks. Their spears and shields were held so high. As though it would’ve done them any good. I stopped in the middle of them, and waited…

My sensitivities to the atmosphere weren’t limited to the building of electrical charges or the sight of rain through the darkness behind my eyelids. I could feel my frost creeping through every inch of these soldiers’ gears and limbs too, hear it infecting them like a virus.

Regret washed over me in place of the hate I’d summoned to rain destruction upon the High Heat.
“What have you started, Ion?” Father would have said, his steely eyes barreling into me.

I clenched my iron jaw, listening to the angry rumbles of thunder in the clouds above—the sounds replying to my emotion. But as regretful as I was, I was less so than I thought I’d be. You’ve been numbed, Ion, I told myself. I could sense it even in my own thoughts. But I had to be at this point. For this was what must be done. And what must be done required sacrifices.

I silenced my regret with a deep breath, one that ceased the thunder and negated the falling rain in only a second.

She must not know of the regret I have. It would’ve ruined everything I’d worked for. Unravel every stitch in the fabric of my plan.

A hand fell upon my shoulder, heavy but gentle all the same. Motherly. But deceiving.
“It is done,” she said, her voice sweet and caring. “You’re finally ready.”

She tis live!!

Wow, haven’t been on here in forever. I’ve always found blogs to be a hard thing to keep up, most especially when, as a writer, you could honestly be spending all that time writing your next novel. Which brings me to the point of this entry…

THE IRON-JAWED BOY AND THE HAND OF THE MOON IS HERE!! And look at the cover! Isn’t it pretty!?!???!?!?!

The Iron-Jawed Boy and the Hand of the Moon-c copy

Ooooooooh! SO PRETTY!

Anywho, I’m so glad to have gotten this second installment out so quickly. I usually don’t like to rush, but I agreed form the start that this book would be shorter and more concise than the first. It’s a LOT of action and political intrigue into these pages. LOTS. And I’m uber proud of it. Also can’t wait to send out reviewer copies, starting tonight 😀

Want to give a shoutout to my badass editor, Melissa Jackson, who’s not only an agented writer, but honestly the best editor I could have ever hoped for. For any writer out there contemplating the indie route, or wanting a great edit before they send out to agents, this is the girl to go to. Here’s the link to her new, fancy website: http://www.goodgirlediting.com/

Now back to biznass. The paperback for this second installment is hopefully going to debut within the next couple weeks (gods willing) so also be on the lookout for that. Otherwise, please enjoy my new shiny ebook!

To purchase on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Iron-Jawed-Hand-Moon-Guardian-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00IDNITGI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1392169938&sr=8-1&keywords=the+iron-jawed+boy+and+the+hand+of+the+moon

Nik

The Iron-Jawed Boy and the Hand of the Moon

Wow, haven’t posted in a while, which I knew would eventually happen, haha.

But anywho, the second book is nearing the completion of its second draft, which means TWO more drafts and it’ll be done. Yes, yes–you are allowed to be this excited…

Expecting it out in December :D…Queue happy dance, which looks rather similar to this:

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, to top it all off, the first book is getting a completely new cover to coincide with the second one! 😀 Ahhh…it’s the little things that warm’s a dude-guy’s heart.

Rough Draft Complete!

IT HAS BEEN DONE! The rough draft for the second book in the Sky Guardian Chronicles has been completed!

It shall be entitled The Iron-Jawed Boy and the Hand of the Moon, and at this pace, it shall be released early 2014 😀

I’m so excited with the direction this story has gone. It’s going a bit darker, where confusion and uncertainty plague IOn’s thoughts on the daily. He’s going to really start questioning where his life is going and who his allies and enemies are. The lines, he discovers, are not so clear-cut.

The next month or so is going to go by rather quickly. Going to be starting the revisions for the first draft on Monday, I believe, and possibly finish by the end of October. Wish me luck!

Ugh

lol about that title, but it’s sort of EXACTLY how I feelz right now.

I’ve moved back to Vegas, and am trying to “get my life” as they say. Well, “getting” one’s life is actually more difficult than you’d imagine, especially when you’re suffering from a severe case of “Everything Makes Me Want To Cry” Syndrome. I mean, I guess feeling human emotion is normal and expected, or whatever, but it’s like…how bout can I just be numb for a bit in order to get over my ridiculousness? Life’s answer: No, fool, now go eat a donut.

I’m just so conflicted on so many levels. First of all, I’m in a city tainted with the bad memories of my childhood, yet alive with possibilities of my future and the laughs and smiles of all the past experiences I did enjoy. Secondly, I just got out of a relationship that lasted two years, which we ended peacefully. And sidenote: I’ve never missed anyone so much in my life, except this cupcake I ate yesterday, but most people wouldn’t count that or whatever cuz it’s not an actual thing (though, some people {me} would disagree with that statement).

This video is the only thing that has been helping me feel better. lol

Somehow, however, I have found time to write…like 7,000 words this past week. It’s not a lot, at least for my standards, but at least I’m doing something -_-