Okay, as promised, here is where books 1 and 2 can be found. Now edited to include book 3 and a full Arc 1 set! Book 5: Apparition:, is now available for sale!


Amazon (paperback): https://www.amazon.com/Visions-Hell-Bent-K-Matt/dp/1500260630

Amazon (Kindle): https://www.amazon.com/Visions-Hell-Bent-Book-1-ebook/dp/B010YG2MMI

Lulu (Full-color hardcover): http://www.lulu.com/content/hardcover-book/visions/14875668



Arc 1 (Books 1-3 in one volume)
Amazon (paperback): https://www.amazon.com/Hell-Bent-Arc-Full/dp/151883244X
Amazon (Kindle): https://www.amazon.com/Hell-Bent-Full-Arcs-Book-ebook/dp/B018701YLS
Lulu (Full-color hardcover):  http://www.lulu.com/content/hardcover-book/hell-bent-arc-1/17612474


Amazon (paperback): https://www.amazon.com/Deception-Hell-Bent-K-Matt/dp/1537010913
Amazon (Kindle): https://www.amazon.com/Deception-Hell-Bent-Book-4-ebook/dp/B01LTASC36
Lulu (Full-color hardcover): http://www.lulu.com/shop/kayla-matt/deception/hardcover/product-23014219.html



Arc 2 (Books 4-6)

Hey, there, and welcome to this stop of the blog tour for Stephanie Ayers’ newest release: “The 13: Tales of Macabre”.


For this stop, Travis was able to interview the main character of one of the tales contained within this book.


As he walked through the hospital, Travis kept a lookout for his newest interviewee. Her name was Kay, and from what he’d heard, she was going through something…distressing, to say the least. He hoped that wouldn’t impact her ability to do an interview, but he could understand if it did.


It took some asking around, and having the right direction pointed out to him a handful of times (not to mention explaining that no, he was not on his way to or from a convention, and that he was, in fact, an actual monkey-human hybrid), but he eventually reached the room. A guy he figured was her boyfriend had been injured, and he assumed it was her visiting him right now.


“Hey…’scuse me. Are you Kay, by any chance?” he asked. “I’m wondering if you’d be up for an interview.”


“Why would you want to interview me? I guess it would be okay. I need something to take my mind off things, anyway.”  


She straightened in her chair and smoothed her shirt into her lap.


“Okay, thanks. Now first off, let’s go for the big one. Get that out of the way. I heard you’ve been seeing clowns everywhere…what brought this on, would you say?”


“I wouldn’t say I’m seeing them everywhere. Maybe they were always there, and I’m just noticing them more because of the song the music box plays—Send in the Clowns.”


She shrugged, but she couldn’t hide the bags under her eyes.


He nodded. “I see…and how long has this been going on?”


“Since we bought the music box from the old lady at the thrift store. She said it was broken, but it would work when we got home. She was right. Now I can’t get the song out of my head. It’s playing everywhere like a calling card for clowns!”


Her eyes widened and hysteria drew lines across her forehead.

Travis winced in response, just imagining how that’d affect someone.


“Okay, okay, so I’m pretty sure you’d want to talk about something that’s not clown-related…what was life like before…well, this?”


“Mike and I have been together for a long time. We met in high school, survived the separation of college, and relocated to the same town together. Up until yesterday, our relationship was pretty solid. We are supposed to be getting married next year. Even if he survives this, I don’t if that will still happen after the fight we had earlier today.”


She flicked away the tears falling from her eyes.


He wrote down her answer, his monkey tail flicking lightly. In all actuality, though he kept up the calm and friendly facade, he couldn’t help but feel awful for her. “Alrighty, and what about regrets…what do you regret most?”


“It’s all pretty bizarre. I mean I have plenty of regrets from my life, but the past day, ever since that music box, has just been… weird. We’ve never argued like that before over something so unimportant. I’ve never rejected his advances before either. Overall, today has just been a totally crappy day. I wish we could get a do-over.”


He nodded, hoping to change the subject for a moment. And he was worrying a bit more now.


”Alrighty, so what about your happiest memory? Like, overall?”


She gazed wistfully at her ring finger. She dangled her ring out a little so the stone caught in the light,


“The day he proposed. It was totally unexpected. I mean, I knew it would happen some day, but I was totally content with our relationship as it was. Still am. It was very simple. He picked me up for our regular weekly thrift store hunting trip. He waited til we stopped for lunch. It was new place… like a mom and pop joint. When I put the menu down, there was a jewelry box on the table… I guess things like that didn’t happen much there because the owner paid for our meal.”


“Okay, so, I hate to harp about the clowns…but do you know any way to drive them away? Well…alright, so that’s probably a dumb question, since you’d probably have tried it already if you knew. So let me rephrase… what have you tried to get rid of them so far?”


“Why would I drive them away? I mean, they are real, right? It’s like getting a new car and suddenly noticing how many others own the same car. You only notice how many there are because you’re alert to it. Even the nurse at the check in desk told me there were clowns around today.”


He continued to listen and write down her responses. “If you were to find out that a writer out there was the reason behind your issues, how would you react?”


She turned and looked him fully in the face.


“If this is all a writer’s doing, I would hope it would be much more interesting than a music box song causing a fight between two people. I mean, I’d expect someone to go insane or something.”


“Okay, last one…do you think you’ll be okay, and would you like a hug?”


She eyed Travis and sunk back into her chair slightly. Who was this monkey person offering her a hug?


“Um… I’ll be okay. I can handle it. Thanks, though.”


She pulled her feet into the chair and hugged her knees to her chest.


Travis pocketed his notepad, his tail drooping somewhat as he did so. It was times like this that he wished he’d gotten that degree in psychology, so he could be of some help.


“Thanks for agreeing to talk with me, Kay, and here’s hoping for the best for you and your guy.”


The half-monkey left the hospital room, hoping that Kay and Mike would be okay, and that she wasn’t viewing him as a clown the whole time. But primarily that they’d be okay.

The 13 Macabre Clowns


The 13 Duo Desk


Tag Line: Can you survive all 12?

Back cover blurb:  Killer watermelons, murderous jewelry boxes, centenarian sea whisperers, creatures of myth/legend, and more…

This supernatural story collection will make you reconsider everything you thought you knew. At night you’ll hover under your covers while looking over your shoulder in the day. Down, down in the depths they fell; bodies in the dark of a liquid hell. Can you survive all 12?

This is the second collection in The 13 series. Will you survive all 13?


Available October 26th!

You can preorder on Amazon, Apple, Barnes and Noble, Kobo…Pretty much anywhere fine ebooks are sold.


Book Launch Tour October 4 through November 10

Book release October 26, 2018

Facebook party October 12-15 event link: https://www.facebook.com/events/1758542137591928/


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A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is a coffee guzzling, word whispering, world building creative ninja and unicorn living in Ohio disguised as a human. She mothers her children, loves her husband, attends church, and avoids all things housework and zombies. When she isn’t doing any of these things, she can be found stretching her creative wings designing book covers, promotional graphics, logos and more.





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Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/ayersstreetteam (Not sure why it wouldn’t let me format this the same way as all of the others, but whatever).





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A Few of My Favorite Things (Fast Five)

Favorite Books: The Stand, Divergent, Through the Looking Glass, The Forgotten Garden, and Inkheart.

Favorite Songs: Anyway by Martina McBride, Chasing Cars by Soul Patrol, Dream On by Aerosmith, Cotton Eyed Joe by Rednex, Cake by the Ocean by DNCE

Favorite Movies: Hope Floats, Divine Secrets of the Yaya Sisterhood, The Messengers, The Wizard of Oz, Mary Poppins

Favorite Foods: pizza, pasta, ice cream, chips, second breakfasts

Favorite TV Shows: Chicago Fire, Chicago PD, Law & Order SVU, The Voice, This Is Us

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Chibi Plague (24 Hour Comic)

Posted: October 8, 2018 in Uncategorized

So once more, I’ve done 24 Hour Comic Day. I went against the official rules a bit, and didn’t count the five hours of sleep that I got. But I decided to have a full plague of Travises torment Slade. Because if anyone has it coming, it’s Slade. Done in a complete rush, but it was still fun.

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Character Interview: Blayde

Posted: October 7, 2018 in Uncategorized

Blog Tour Hell bent

Hello, and welcome to the next stop on the Celestial blog tour! Hoping for the best with the release of this highly entertaining book. So for this one, I went with another character interview. This time, Travis had the opportunity to speak with Blayde, one of the main characters in the Starstruck series. I also have a few pics, which would be at the end. But for now…


Looking around the island, Travis almost wished he could have brought the whole family with him. The place was gorgeous. Sure, there was the whole Sky People conflict going on, but the place was still gorgeous. He had his brother-in-law with him, but that was mainly because Spencer was also his transportation.


Also, the half-monkey had a mission today. He had an immortal to interview. Looking at the notepad, he noticed that the immortal he was there to interview was Blayde.


Welp. At least he could heal if things went to hell. Though it was best for Spencer to keep out of the way for this interview. Trav wouldn’t want him to be hurt.


After a bit of wandering around, however, he saw a figure. Female, gave off an air of danger that made him wonder if he should’ve also brought his girlfriend along for protection…yep, this was probably Blayde.


The half-monkey took a few breaths, his tail twitching as he began his approach.


“Hey, are you Blayde, by any chance? I was wondering if you’d be able to do an interview!”


Before he could do anything, the woman disappeared. Suddenly there was an arm around his neck, a small knife pressed close against his jugular. But it didn’t stay long. Soon the woman was standing before him again, slipping the weapon into her sleeve.


“I recognize you, don’t I?” she said, pushing her rainbow colored hair back into place. “You’re that guy that Sally had to stop and video message two days ago. Veesh, what are you doing here? How in the hells did you find me? Wait – you know my name?”


“Yep, on both counts,” he said, rubbing his neck a little. “Damn, I wish people would stop greeting me like that…First question: out of any place you and your brother have…I guess the right word here is ‘jumped’…jumped to, what would be your favorite?”


“Get down! I’ve been trying to lie low, you’re totally blowing my cover! But seeing as how there’s nothing better to do, I guess I can handle an interview. Most of the time people asking me questions are either trying to murder me or want advice on how to repair lawn mowers, which gets a little boring.”


She took a breath, re-adjusting herself in the undergrowth. She fiddled with the dials of a little handheld gizmo, most likely a radio by the way she was playing with the antenas.


“Zander and I see a lot on our travels, and we rarely stay long enough to get a feel for the places we visit. Sally’s been kind of forcing us to stick around long enough for adventure to catch up, so… I’d have to say the Traveler? I mean sure, all my heroes turned out to be actors, but the ship was still way cool. There was also this place where one was required by law to bathe in cheese to ward off their chicken god, now that was a trip. Didn’t catch the name, though.”


Travis listened, writing all of this down. Though the thought of the chicken god planet definitely interested him. He’d have to ask someone back home to do a bit of research, there.


“Next one…about how long does it take you to recover from an injury? I ask that one mainly because I don’t meet too many other people that can heal from stuff quickly.”


“You squeamish? I could show you… no, that’s in bad taste. Well the more damaged I am the longer it takes, so a papercut would be seconds, but full on death? Five to ten minutes, I guess!”


He nodded. “Ah, nice. I know how that goes. After a while, you get less ‘squeamish’ and more ‘used to it’.”

He cleared his throat, figuring out his next question.


“So as you mentioned, I had the opportunity to talk to Sally not too long ago…how well would you say you get along with her?”


“These days, better than usual. It’s not that i don’t like her, I just don’t like having her hanging around. You spend too much time with us and you’re bound to get hurt. And I don’t want to see Zander fell into one of his gloomy periods just because she falls to her inevitable death. But other than that? She’s pretty sweet.”


Travis nodded, writing that down, as well.


“Alright, so, at the risk of bringing up some weird existential stuff, the people reading this interview will be curious about this one…but what can you tell me about what you guys are up to this time?”


“Oh right now? You mean when you barged in on me running a secret operation in the underbrush? Well there’s this massive ship coming, these so called ‘Sky People’, and they’re going to torch the planet unless we find these people’s mythical ‘Evil One’ first. So I’m trying to keep them occupied while Sally and Zander and Nimien all try to find an absolute incarnation of Evil. No big deal.”


“Yeah…sorry about that part…SO, uh…yeah. Wow. Hope that’s going well…next question: what do you regret most? Like, out of anything? And I know you’ve probably had a few of them, given your lifespan…not that I’m calling you old, and please don’t kick my ass over that. I’ll just recover soon, anyway.”


“Veesh, that’s personal. I thought this would all be adventure stuff. Why would your readers want to hear what an immortal being regrets most? I have no regrets. I’m immortal: every mistake is just a blip on my windshield. And I don’t make mistakes.”


Travis blinked, pretty sure she was holding something back. But he also figured that if she was holding back on that, she definitely didn’t want to talk about it. And if he were to try and push her to talk about it, she might stab him for real. Sure, he’d recover within a couple of minutes, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.


“Okay, so, next one…” he began, changing the subject. “I asked about a favorite place earlier. What about the least favorite?”


“Ugh, the mime fields of Cathusular. Easily. Next.”


Trav tried to picture that, going into a full-body cringe. Mimes on their own didn’t freak him out, but a field of them…not to mention the fact that she’d used a plural, there…that could unnerve anyone.


“Remember earlier when I brought up the potential of weird existential stuff? Welp…how would you react if you found out there was someone out there, possibly behind a computer keyboard, writing about the stuff you, your brother, Sally, and now Nim have been getting into?”


“I would tell them to screw off. Who the hell puts someone through all this?”


He chuckled. “Oh, man, do I hear that…seriously, where do these authors get off with this shit?”


Travis had no idea what his author might do to him later.


“Okay, last question, I promise. Is there anything specific you’re looking forward to in the future?”


“Finding Earth. Once I know Sally is home and safe, Zander and I have some real work to do. I’ve finally got a substantial lead on a place that could give us the answers we’re looking for, but it’s too dangerous for a mortal to join.”


He considered asking more about that. But given that he’d already promised that he was on his last question, and considering that that might give some spoilers for future books, he decided against it.


“Thanks for answering my questions! Best of luck with the Sky People situation. I’m pretty sure you’ve all got this!”


“Hell yeah, we do. They won’t see anything coming.”


With that, he began to back away. Better not to turn his back on someone as dangerous as Blayde.

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Blayde, as drawn by Lloyd Ladera

Video and Film

Blayde in action (Lloyd Ladera)


Blayde and Travis’ first meeting

Catch up on the Starstruck Saga, as well!




Celestial (Available Tuesday)

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Long time coming, but here’s a new character interview! This time for the newest entry in Michelle E. Lowe’s awesome steampunk series “Legacy”. If I ever get the money, I seriously want to get paperbacks of this series…

But anyway, the new one comes out today (link at the end of the interview).


Travis was fully aware that he likely stuck out aboard the Ekta. To be honest, he had a hard time blending in with most settings, given that he didn’t even bother to hide the tail. Or the hand-like feet. His long red hair was pulled into a ponytail that he, by some miracle, managed to avoid tripping over.

He was here for a specific reason. He had a certain thief to talk to. The half-monkey had heard a little about this Pierce Landcross guy, and truth be told, he sounded like he’d be fun to talk to.

After a bit of looking around, and a few questions to the crew, he was sure he’d found his interviewee. He stepped toward him, tail flicking.

“Hey. You Pierce Landcross, by any chance?” he asked.

Pierce looked Travis up and down. “Bloody, hell, aren’t you a strange sight to behold. Is that a tail? What are you, some sort of monkey? Aye, I’m him.”

 Travis wasn’t fazed by the question, being a bit used to it by now. Instead, his tail kept flicking.

“Okay, awesome,” Travis replied. “I just have a few questions for you, if you’re up for that.”

He shrugged. “I don’t have much to do right now. Be my guest, lad.”

“So, question one…how often have you been arrested? I know, it’s kind of a weird one to start off on, but I’m really just curious, and—I swear, I’m not a cop. It’s just that I’ve had a hard time keeping out of trouble, myself,” the half-monkey said.

“Oi, jumping into the meat of things, eh? All right. The times I’ve been incarcerated isn’t something I’ve been keeping record of. I was arrested with my brother, Joaquin, in Abney Park, when we were just children, and tossed in some orphanage to be used as slave labor at a cotton mill factory. After we escaped, we went in search of our folks, who we got separated from. Throughout the years, we became petty thieves, just trying to get by. We had our close calls with the law, but we were never caught. S’pose when I think about it, I really hadn’t been arrested that often. I was caught returning an infant child to her parents, who was inside a carriage that my thieving partner at the time, had stolen. Then I got myself pinched while I was being held hostage by a psychopath German bloke, who forced me to help break him into a house in Plymouth. To save my skin before he killed me, I called out to the homeowner’s footmen, who took us both into custody. Then there was the time I tried stealing Queen Victory’s necklace from her bedchambers, and that earned me a hunting party on my tail. The Royal guards caught up to me in France trying to flee. And the last time was the worst because I hadn’t done anything wrong, but that’s a story for another time.”

“So, next one…how would you describe your family? Well, okay, I’ve heard about your brother, and he probably raises a question or two himself…but I’m curious about your parents.”

“Before I was separated from them, I was raised in a Gypsy troupe. My parents as well as their folks, and so on, had been raised nomadic. They’re good people, Mum and Dad. They taught their boys how to survive off the land, and how to read and write, which is uncommon amongst us wanderers. My folks, though, are savvy and intelligent people.”

“Alright, so, loaded question time…” Travis said, taking a breath or two. “I understand that Joaquin can be quite a piece of work. Do you resent him at all? I mean, I think I can get it either way. I mean, yeah, the throat slitting thing hurts—been there a few times—but on the other hand, family, and…yeah.”

Pierce rubbed the scar across his throat. “I hated him for years after he tried killing me. We parted ways after his murder attempt, and I hadn’t seen him in years until he unexpectedly came back into my life when he was being held prisoner by that bastard, Tarquin Norwich. Heard of him?” Travis shook his head. “No? Count your blessings, chum. Weeks later, he returned, sick, and needing help. To save him, I needed to bring him to Scotland where we faced all sorts of problems. During our time together, we made amends, so I reckon we’re square now.”

“Alright, so, what would you say is your proudest achievement?” the half-monkey asked, his tail twitching. “You don’t hit your level of notoriety without having some awesome stories under your belt.”

“I think I’m most proud at keeping myself alive all these years. I mean, my life isn’t exactly easygoing. I run into trouble pretty much everywhere I go. There was this one time when I fooled ol’ Tarquin, good a proper, though. He believed he had a journal with a spell in it that would give him dangerous power. What he really had was a forged copy of my doing,” Pierce laughed. “You should’ve seen the look on that tosspot’s face! That was all well and good . . . until the cocker shot me.”

 Getting shot was one of those things Travis was way too familiar with. But now wasn’t a good time to dwell on that.

“And what about regrets? Are there any jobs you’ve pulled that you really wish you didn’t?” His head tilted, and he kept this all in mind.

“Aye. Stealing from the Queen was a rather bollocks thing to do. Not only did I botch the whole thing up, but the stunt boosted my popularity, bumping me up to Britain’s top fugitive.”

Travis was just sort of mentally kicking himself for forgetting his notepad, but would do his best to remember everything.

“So, what do you like to do when you have some downtime? Even if that downtime doesn’t come up all that often?”

“I read whenever I get the chance. I love books. The right story will take me out of my own troubled life for a time.”

“Ah, nice. My sister’s the same way. Alright, so, if you could go anywhere in the world, where might you want to go? And why?” Travis asked him.

“Ol’ Chief Sea Wind, commander of the Ekta here, once told about the Hawaiian Islands in the Pacific. I’ll admit, the way he described them made me drool. I think I’d rather like living on a tropical island, inside a simple little cottage with my wife where we can peacefully raise children. Some place where no one knows the bleedin’ name, Pierce Landcross, that’s for sure.”

“In your case, anonymity’s probably a good idea. Seriously, I can get how much it sucks being hunted…And last one. How would you react if you found out that your life was part of someone else’s imagination? If you found out that anytime you’ve ever been put through hell, it was for some writer’s sick amusement?” He sounded mildly bitter about that last part, as if it were something that he himself had experienced many times before.

He stroked his chin in thought. “Y’know something, mate. If it were true, it would make a whole lotta sense.”

“Alright, thanks!” the half-monkey replied, his tail giving another twitch. “Hug or a handshake before I get going?”

“Er. A handshake will do just fine.”


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War of Nytefall: Lost is LIVE!

Posted: September 7, 2018 in Uncategorized

Glory to the Princess General!

Cover Art by Alison Hunt

As the Vampire Civil War of Windemere rages on in the shadows, a mysterious girl appears to deliver mayhem to both sides.

Rumors of old-world vampires disappearing and mortals being attacked by an army of humanoid monsters have reached Clyde’s ears. Still learning how to rule the city of Nytefall as a strong, but fair leader instead of a vicious warlord, the former thief assumes he has rogue agents on his hands. Instead, his people stumble upon Lost, a teenage Dawn Fang looking for her father and aided by a decrepit bunny that might be an animated corpse.  Bounding from one side of the Vampire Civil War to another, this carefree girl will turn out to be more trouble than she looks as all of the demons of her past emerge to get what they have been promised.  Yet, her chaotic actions are nothing compared to the secret of her creation, which will change the very fabric of the Dawn Fangs’ world.

It is time for the womb-born to be revealed.

Book Excerpt: Lair of the Thief

The four-story building looks no different than those around it, except for the window shutters being on the inside. A winged hound statue sits on the flat roof and leans over the eave, its eyes locked with a matching piece across the street. Clyde stares up at the red-eyed decoration while blindly waving to those who excitedly greet him. Licking his lips, he kneels in front of the door and picks the lock in a few seconds. He still pushes it open as carefully as possible in case there is a chain, which he snaps with a simple flick of his finger. The vampire slips inside and nearly bumps into a pile of bags that are leaking silver coins. Closing the door behind him, Clyde is amazed at all of the treasure that is left in the hallway and rooms. A bedroom to his right is filled with jeweled armor that nobody would wear for battle, the metal visibly fatigued from having so many gems fused to its surface. Moving without a sound, he takes in the sight of jewelry hanging from hooks and goblets meticulously stacked to the ceiling. He stops at the entrance to what used to be a bathroom and has now been turned into a storage place for a ten-foot tall fountain that once stood in a Gaian courtyard. Heading for the second floor, Clyde can see that the nearby kitchen has been left untouched by the widespread hording as well as uncleaned. A sniff of the air tells him that the mess is recent and is a combination of chocolate and hot sauce. Unnerved by the unfamiliar pairing, he moves with more caution and keeps his right fist ready to strike.

Reaching the third floor, Clyde hears the tinkling of coins falling and makes his way to the end of the hallway. He is about to enter the room when it finally dawns on him that he probably should have knocked before entering the house. The former thief scratches his head and turns towards the stairs only to look back at the door. With a shrug, Clyde creates an illusion of a loud bang at the front door and leans against the wall. It is only when he glances at the floor that he spots discarded clothes on the rug, including a hydra-skin jacket. Before he can hide or move for the stairs, the door opens and Mab walks out. Muttering curses, the brown-haired Dawn Fang is completely naked and fails to notice her old partner until she is halfway through with putting on her underwear. Neither of the vampires are sure of how much time has passed as they stare at each other in horror and discomfort. Clyde regains his senses and opens his mouth to talk, but he is immediately blinded by a clawed swipe to the face. He slumps to the floor as the burglar gathers her clothes and rushes back into the room, the door slamming hard enough to knock over several teetering piles of treasure throughout the house.

“What the hell, Mab!?”

“Don’t barge into my house!”

“First of all, I broke in. Second of all, are you bathing in coins?”

“I was counting my latest haul.”

“Why were you naked?”

“It’s hot in here!”

“Then open a window.”

“And let a burglar sneak in?”

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Cover Art by Alison Hunt

Interested in more Windemere?  Then don’t forget to check out Charles E. Yallowitz’s first series: Legends of Windemere

All Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

About the Author:

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

Blog: www.legendsofwindemere.com
Twitter: @cyallowitz
Facebook: Charles Yallowitz
Website: www.charleseyallowitz.com

A Quick Message

Posted: September 4, 2018 in Uncategorized

Hey! So, there are a couple of awesomely creative friends of mine that have been dealing with some financial difficulties (that are bound to get worse). But they’re both on Patreon, and one is the author of a series that I illustrate. If I could afford to, I’d chip in. But my budget doesn’t allow for much of that.


So the best I can really do is pimp their stuff!

C.C. Naughton’s Patreon

The Books!

Twinkle Dingle shop on Zazzle!

A different Zazzle shop, for her more activism-related stuff

Or chip in on ko-fi?


I don’t happen to have Mark’s Patreon on me right now. But I do have a link to his Etsy!

Okay, I do have his Patreon now.

And he’s on Facebook


I think that about covers the linkage. But if you’re into fun, lighthearted stories about fairies, or well-done glasswork, or bizarre stories involving corvids, please check out these guys’ work!


I Swear I’m Not Dead!

Posted: September 2, 2018 in Uncategorized

So, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything. But I just wanted to give an update as to what all’s been going on.


  1. I’ve gotten a new(ish) computer. Not as a permanent replacement for the Macbook Pro, but at least until I can replace the logic board. It’s looking like that was the issue with it.
  2. Book 7 is getting closer to being ready. I just need to format and release it. I’ll also be including a short story about the computer issues, given that that’s a huge reason for its delay.
  3. I’m planning to look over the next three Hell Bent books this coming week…two will round out arc 3, and one is the prequel. I need to get moving on all 3 of those, but I do hope to have the prequel ready to go by December 14th. At least for that, there won’t be comic pages.
  4. Started kicking around ideas for a Hell Bent coloring book.
  5. Another project I’m involved in should be coming out soon. Will promote that once it’s available for sale.
  6. In a stunning case of either ambition or madness, I’ve started on a small cardboard model of the city of Hell Bent. I only have 5 buildings constructed so far, but will resume work on it tomorrow.
  7. I’m doing Inktober again this year. 3 lists of prompts…4 if we count the Kinktober one.
  8. I need to get in touch with people about character interviews, but I do have some of those to post eventually.

I think that covers it for now…but here’s where I am so far on the model stuff.


The three schools: high school, middle, elementary (can not carve rigid foam to save my life) and Serena’s lab.


Visions Studios

Next will be: Spencer’s house, the comic shop, the hospital, the yoga studio, the bookstore above said yoga studio, Slade’s cabin, Lorena’s warehouse, and the prison/lab. I might have built this from, say, Legos or something, but I’m on a very strict budget. Which is to say no budget. Also, I’d like to raise a middle finger to that table the models are depicted on. In folding it back up, I managed to slam the table into my toe and then later pinch a part of my arm while retracting the legs.


Hoping to post more soon!