Synopsis: Middlewitch |
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eBook Title: Middlewitch
Bio It is available in the following formats: Adobe PDF, EPUB, Microsoft Reader, Mobipocket, Sony, Windows HTML Reader and shortly as an audiobook. |
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Review: EyeLeash: A Blog Novel |
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eBook Title: EyeLeash: A Blog Novel
So yeah, I think I did pretty much enjoy it by the time I got to the end. It seemed somewhat autobiographical (perhaps that’s why it sounded so real). Plus I know the stuff the author talks about does happen (even the seemingly slightly more far-fetched instances were of course real - 15yo “Tannie from NewYoungParents” losing her phone? Hahaha loved that bit when I read it, nice “local” inside joke!) which made the rest of it all the more believable for me anyway. Reviewed by Ben Tan, Singapore EyeLeash is a coming-of-age blog/IM novel, by Jess C Scott. |
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Book Excerpts: Ilfayne’s Bane |
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Author: Julia Knight
Title: Ilfayne’s Bane
Niche: Epic fantasy adventure with romantic elements
Price: $6.50
Hilde opened the door and stared at the ceiling, which flickered with colour and half-seen images. The heap moaned. It was a man. He sat up, dislodged the large, stained yet still crimson cloak and patted himself all over as if to check he was all there. Jet black hair fell over his face and shoulders. Apparently satisfied all was in order, he got to his feet. He was flamboyantly dressed, with a red waistcoat over a voluminous white shirt, stained leather breeches, and a belt slung at a rakish angle across his hips. Various ornaments, tassels and bangles quivered and clinked as he moved. Trinkets hung from his waistcoat on coloured threads. They sparkled and glittered in the torchlight, with all manner of gemstones caught in wire mesh and filigree. He picked up a battered hat with a round crown, checked the jaunty red feather on it and put it on. She would not have called him handsome, exactly. He looked nothing like any other man she had seen. Striking in a dishevelled kind of way, with tanned skin and eyes so dark as to be black, now rather unfocussed as he tried to peer around him like a ten-pint drunk. A gash across his forehead dripped blood down one cheek. He spotted Hilde, grinned a wolfish sort of grin and held out his hand. “Hello, I seem a bit lost. Do you know where we are?” A soft voice, with a syrupy accent she had not heard before. “No,” she said. He squinted at her and swayed so hard he nearly fell. Anyone that concussed should be no threat. She lowered the knife. “Er, you’re bleeding quite badly.” He held his hand to his head and raised his eyebrows at the blood on his fingers. “How did that happen?” He fished in a pocket, drew out a grubby cloth and mopped up the blood. “Are you all right? Is any of that blood yours?” She looked down. The bruises on her arms had faded to a deep bluish-yellow and her face still felt swollen. Her dress was ripped and covered in blood, though at least her shoulder was no longer bleeding. “Only about half.” She slid down a wall, her legs unable to hold her. Wherever she was, this man was no threat, at least at the moment. “I don’t know where I came from.” He frowned, and more blood dripped into his eye. He wiped it away absently. “I appeared about ten feet up in the air. The fall seems to have made me a little groggy. Have you any idea where here is?” A good question, one she had been about to ask him. She stood up and held out the pendant at arms length. “You used this, there was a big flash, and then we were here.” The man took the pendant and ran his thumb over it. He steadied it with his left arm, before now hidden under his cloak. The arm was there but the hand was missing. A one-handed wizard. Foul-tempered and given to melting eyeballs. To Purchase this eBook CLICK HERE! |
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