Heroic Fantasy? What is so damn appealing about it anyway? – A post by TS Adrian

We’ve talked a lot about maps and illustrations in our books, and I read this article by TS Adrian about the Shadyia Ascendant series and it rang so true! What do you guys think??

https://shadyiaascendant.com/heroic-fantasy-damn-appealing-anyway/

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Book Covers

So today I was going to share another part of a short story with you all, but then I got caught up doing covers for the short stories I’m working on, so I thought I’d share those instead!

The first cover I worked on is for the science fantasy short, “Jewels for Gemma”:

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Gemma is a retired member of GLOW, the Galactic Law Enforcement Over-Watch. She and her husband, Jared, are living the perfect life, but then a blue diamond shows up on her walk home one night. All she can think about is this diamond, which seems to have a spell cast over her, making her forget everything, including her young son, Benjamin. She knows she can’t overcome the power of the jewel on her own, but can she bring herself to tell Jared?

Read the first two parts here!


 

The second cover I worked on today is for my short, “The Sword in the Ceiling”:

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Lizette has a secret; one she’s been hiding for a long time. Tasked with protecting a magic amulet, she thought she’d finally managed to ditch the Knighthood that is trying to recover it. But she comes home from work one day to find a sword stuck into her ceiling, and she knows she’s been found. She must turn to her former partner, Aubrey, whom she hasn’t seen in years, if she wants to live. Can she and Aubrey work together to keep the Knighthood from taking back what they had once stolen?

Read the first part here!


 

The last cover I did, which I really liked, is for another short called “Stone Angel”:

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Centuries of being bound in stone have kept me from completing my mission: to find and kill Eyran. Two hapless morons have finally released me, and pointed me in the right direction. It is time for Eyran to be taken from his new throne, made of glass and metal, and finally die. It is time for his reign to end.

Read the first part here!


 

Not sure what I’m going to do with all of these shorts yet, but I’m really happy with the covers! What do you guys think?

The Sword in the Ceiling

Writer’s prompt: The Sword in the Ceiling

By: Brian A. Klems | July 19, 2016 |
After a long, hard day of work, you return home—the only problem is, your front door is wide open, all your lights are on and there’s a sword stuck in the ceiling. The rest of your house looks normal, but you also notice several holes dug in your backyard. What’s going on?

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My heart dropped to my feet. The sword in the ceiling? I knew what that was. I’d been found. They were here, and, from the looks of things, they knew that I had it.

I turned quickly, running up the stairs to my bedroom. I pulled a revolver from the bedside table, tucking it into the waist of my jeans. I knew they wouldn’t be here anymore. This was just a message; just the hello to a whole string of nasty about to be unleashed on me.

I threw open my closet door, grabbing my bag that I kept packed for emergencies and situations like this. I knew that I had become too comfortable. I’d gotten complacent, thinking that the bastards would never find me. I raced down the stairs, jumping the last three and sprinting to my car.

The engine roared as I gunned the ’67 Chevelle through the neighborhood. The only good thing was that they thought I was stupid. They thought that I would hide such a precious treasure in my own house. How stupid were they?

I knew where I needed to go. There was only one man who could help me. My former partner, Aubrey.


Aubrey lived in the shadier part of town. His home was a ramshackle double-wide parked on a piece of land filled with scraps of cars. I think he used to sell the parts in the cars, but nowadays he was too damn drunk to do much.

I could smell the alcohol through the front door as I stepped onto the porch and knocked. He shuffled around inside, probably dragging himself off the couch, tripping over bottles on the way to the door. I could hear muffled cursing.

Finally, the door swung open, and Aubrey’s glassy eyes met mine. He frowned at me for a moment, but then a smug grin split his face.

“Well,” he said. “Come to apologize to me finally?” He laughed. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

I rolled my eyes, pushing past him. His home was disgusting and absolutely wreaked. “There’s no time for that, Aubrey,” I said, turning to face him. I placed my hands on my hips as he leaned against the door, dressed in a bathrobe, a t-shirt, and his boxers. His face was unshaven and his hair was a mess.

“Then what the hell you doin’ here, Lizzette?” he demanded.

I drew a slow breath, glancing away. My stomach was twisting in knots and as much as I loathed this jackass, I knew I wasn’t going to survive without him.

“They found me,” I said softly. I looked back at him, seeing confusion on his face.

“Those boys you hustled for that car?” he asked, his stupid smirk returning. “I always told you-”

“No, idiot,” I interrupted. “The knighthood.” I felt my voice stick in my throat, but I powered through it. “They were in my house. They were looking for the amulet.”

Aubrey seemed to sober up instantly. He shut the door quickly, sliding the locks on it. This was the first time I noticed the series of deadbolts on his front door. “I knew this would happen,” he mumbled, shuffling toward the back of the trailer.

“Where are you going?” I demanded, trailing after him. I was surprised when he reached the bedroom and lifted his mattress, revealing a huge cache of weapons.

That mischievous smirk came to his face again. “Ready to do some hunting?”

How I Use “Soundtracks” To Help Me Write When I’m Not Writing

Music can do amazing things for a story.

A Writer's Path

by Matt Frick

“The Official Motion Picture Soundtrack.” How many of those do you own? I know I owned a few soundtracks on cassette tape when I was growing up. Some of these albums were a central part of the film for which they were recorded, like Purple Rain (which I wore out listening to) or [insert musical title here] (which I did not own…because I don’t like musicals).

But most soundtracks were recorded to provide an audible background intended to enhance the movie by putting the audience in the right mood or frame of mind at just the right time, so they would experience the film the way the director intended.

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