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What’s Been Going On

Posted: November 4, 2017 in Uncategorized

So, it’s been a while since my last post. I haven’t quit the Inktober pieces, for one thing. Those were just put on hold because of the 50 or so other things I’ve got going on. I’ve been: working on book 6, working on other art pieces, getting more character interviews lined up, doing author takeovers on Facebook.

But thanks to doing those, I had the thought of creating updated character profiles for the major players of Hell Bent, complete with the fonts I’d use for their POVs. I made these months ago, but now’s as good a time as any, I think.

Also, screenshots from book 6!

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Recently, Travis had gotten the opportunity to speak with Lily Luchesi‘s character Angelica Cross, from the Paranormal Detectives series.

As he entered Crowley’s, Travis held back a chuckle. He was starting to think he’d visited more bars than his girlfriend by this point. But he was here to learn about people, as opposed to drinking. The half-monkey was looking for one person in particular. A vampire, in this case. Though with a paranormal bar, he couldn’t just outright ask for someone to point out the vampire; might not narrow it down. He’d pulled his long red hair into a braid for today, wanting to avoid tripping over it. Okay…a sort of curvy and pale woman with long black hair…that’s who he was here for. And as soon as he saw someone fitting that description, he headed over to her.

“Hey…is your name Angelica, by any chance?” he asked as he approached.

She turned towards him, dark eyes assessing. Just what WAS this thing, and should she be killing him? No, he didn’t seem like an outward threat; the werewolf guards at the door would never have let him in,
“Let’s say it is, who the Hell are you?” she asked.
His tail twitched slightly. “Name’s Travis, and I was wondering if you’d be up for an interview?” he replied, inwardly hoping that she’d leave his blood alone.
It was bad enough that the scientists back home were interested in it, but he’d prefer to not be targeted by a vampire, either.
“Huh. Usually someone intervenes in my interviews with the press. I have a tendency to…overshare and be a bit blunt. But you don’t look like you’re from the Tribune, are you?” She leaned back and tipped back a shot glass that seemed to hold wine, but of course this Travis fellow would know better. “I have some free time. Why not?”
“Nah, I’m not,” he replied. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure if he knew how to spell “Tribune”. The half-monkey sat down nearby.
“So…I’m just gonna get this first one out there right now, and I’m, like, really sorry if it’s a weird question, but the vampirism…is that something you have naturally, or were you turned at some point?”
Angelica chuckled. “That’s actually one of the most common questions vampires face. Myself especially. I was actually both born and turned. I was born to a human man and a vampire woman in the early nineteenth century. I lived as a vamplet, or dhampyr depending on your preferences, until just three years ago, when a battle gone wrong forced me to either die, lay in a coma, or be turned. It wasn’t my choice to turn, but here I am, now a full-fledged vampire. And suddenly very popular with the inhabitants of Hell because of it. Go figure.”
“Now, when you say ‘popular’…I take it that’d be sort of popular where they just won’t leave you alone, no matter how much you just wanna be left in peace, and that leads to someone getting their ass kicked?” he asked, having written the response down. Or at least some notes on it.
Angelica nodded. “You already seem to know my MO well. Let’s just say that they don’t like that vampires aren’t the ruthless killers of horror movie lore and want me to convince the vamps to go darkside.” She scoffed. “Like that’s going to happen. I’ll fight the whole Legion if I have to.”
“I’ve had some experience dealing with that kind of attention, myself,” he said with a slight chuckle. “More serial killers and such, but yeah…” He drummed his fingers on the table, thinking on his next question. “So, what is it you do for a living around here?”
“Serial killers? I’ve faced my share of those, too,” Angelica said, impressed. If this little monkey-man could evade serial killers, he deserved at least a little respect. “Funny you should ask, since you must be in my database. I run the Paranormal Investigative Division of the FBI in American and MI-5 in the UK. I’ve been a field agent for about a hundred and fifty years, but recently I had to take up the director position for the branch here in Chicago. A rogue vampire killed the old director, you see. The PID oversees all paranormal activity around the world, making sure everyone stays in line and doesn’t go off killing humans or each other. I’m the thing that things that go bump in the night are afraid of.”
“I’m not sure if I would be…wait, do they tend to cover genetic experiments?” he asked. “I’d ask this uncle of mine in the FBI, but he’s more HRT than PID.” And now was wondering if his uncle Nick knew about that particular division. “None of these serial killers would happen to be any you’ve accidentally bumped into and ultimately pissed off, would they? I wouldn’t think so because, y’know, FBI…but life’s also kind of a random thing sometimes.”
“Genetic experiments? Is that why you look like you do?” She asked. “No, we only protect humans, we don’t have any other involvement with them. Except…this one time I did have to execute a couple of hunters for killing us indiscriminately.” She shrugged. “Maybe you faced them before. Who knows? Humans do work for us, however. Still, I don’t know about or approve of animal testing of any sort,” she added
“Yeah, it is,” he replied. “Well, okay, so ‘experiment’ probably isn’t the right word…mom knew exactly what she was doing, even if there were some side effects. Anyway, not sure I’ve encountered any hunters like that. So, what could you tell me about some of the people you work with? Like, human or otherwise?”
“We’ve got quite the motley crew. There’s our deputy director, Mark Evans. He’s from England and is a human, one of our best strategists. He’s engaged to Brighton Sands, who’s a human psychic and also a killing machine. I’ve never seen someone so accurate with a blade except me.” She laughed lightly. “Our head of security is a werewolf and ex-Werewolf Corps Army Captain named Bart Michaels. And then of course there’s Danny…” She trailed off, pink dusting her fair face. “He’s my fiancé…when he’s not busy being an asshole. I’ve loved him for a century, when he was a different person. He’s a reincarnated psychic, and ex Chicago Police detective. I’d trust him with my life.”
“When you say psychic, would that be the kind that can see the future, read minds, or move stuff with their mind? I know one that could do two of the three,” he said, smiling slightly.
“Do you? We must have some friends in common,” Angelica said, pleasantly surprised. “They can read minds, Brighton more so than Danny. They’re both psychometric, which means they can get visions of the past and future by touching objects…or people. That sucks, by the way. I can’t keep secrets from Danny to save my life.” She paused. “Well…not that I’d ever have reason to.”
“It’s helped quite a bit when searching for suspects,”she added.
“Yeah, I could definitely see that coming in handy,” he said. “So, what would you say is the craziest thing to have happened on the job?”
“Oh, man, how to decide?” She bit her red-painted lip. “My insane father went on a murder spree from London to New York to here. A witch cursed herself with immortality and wanted to murder me and have both Danny and the PID to herself. This is a good one…Danny’s ex got turned into a vampire and nearly murdered me with my own sword. I was kidnapped by demons, and now some old vampire is murdering people I know to lure me into some trap. Dare I go on?”
He listened, nodding slightly. “Damn…I can get how some of that is. Haven’t dealt with demons yet, but I’m pretty sure that given enough time, it’ll happen. My luck’s just like that…As for your father, he wasn’t an abusive asshat, was he?” He seemed more concerned than anything else on that last one.
“You’re concerned about me? How sweet,” she said. “Most are to afraid of me to be kind. No, actually he was a wonderful father. Then my mother decided to turn him into a vampire, and her blood drove him insane. When I was twenty…he killed her. Right in front of me. It was then I decided to found the PID, to catch him and anyone out there like him.” She blinked, her eyes momentarily going red.
“Ah…wow. See, I ask because my own dad was a ginormous prick and I hate seeing others go through that. But that…damn. Sorry you had to go through that. Would you be okay with a hug?” he offered.
Angelica gaped. “A hug? You’re either brave or stupid, but sure. Five seconds.” She smirked and stood up, nearly six feet in her four inch heels.
He got up as well, about 5’10″…his hair, however, was closer to 7 feet when not braided. He went for a quick hug, being careful about it, as he could think of three people that’d probably be mad if he wasn’t: her, Danny, and his own girlfriend. “Yeah, I get the brave-or-stupid thing a lot,” he admitted. “So, one last question…If you had the chance to do anything over again, what would you choose?”
Angelica admired his hair as he stood and then marveled at the question. “I ask myself that every day. I think there are at least a dozen things I could’ve handled differently, but the only one I regret not doing was killing the witch back in 1888. My kindness got the better of me. Otherwise, I think I’ve made the best out of every decision I ever had to make. “Thanks for talking with me, by the way. What publication are you with? Supernatural Monthly?”
“In all honesty? I’m not with a full-blown publication so much as a blog created by some weird-ass writer that sometimes talks to me and claims that she’s, like, my deity or something…she scares me,” he replied with a slight chuckle. “And always happy to talk with people outside of my hometown. Hope everything’s going well with you and Danny, and the ass-kicking biz in general, and thanks for taking the time to answer my questions.” His tail flicked for a moment. “I should probably get going, before my girlfriend, her sister, and my aunt start to get worried. They can get kinda…intense if they’re worried.” Travis started toward the door, having taken to all-fours and walking along on his knuckles.
Angelica watched as he walked, then shook her head in slight confusion and amusement. At least she wasn’t the only one with a crazy lady in her head, but she put Malone on the PID watch list…just in case.
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You can find out more about the character, the world she lives in, and her author here.

Inktober #11, #12, #13

Posted: October 13, 2017 in Uncategorized

So, I fell behind again…but I DID manage to finish sketching the pages for book 6, and the inks for those are underway. In the meanwhile…my last 3 Inktober prompts!

Day 11 Prompts: Run, The Cat (male), The Gardener, The Artist, The Goblin Lord, Harpy

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Explanations did not go as planned, it seemed. At the moment, Gemmy’s group had been running through the trees, chased by an angry mob of sorts. One of their pursuers was a cat-man with a gardening hoe, demanding that Beast stay with him.

 

“STAY, fair feline beast, and we shall have kittens together! SO many kittens!”

 

“NOT INTERESTED!” the assassin called back.

 

Another member of this mob seemed to be armed with paintbrushes, one of which whizzed right over Yvette’s head.

 

“Is it just me?!” Yvette asked. “Or does paintbrush-guy look like some low-rent Jareth rip-off?!”

 

Ivy looked back, Beast pulling her close to keep her from slamming head-first into the tree that was in her path.

 

“Yeah, ‘Vette, I think you’re right!”

 

The third of their party was a harpy, shrieking at them from above. It seemed to aim for Gemmy, who was running slowly (for her) to avoid abandoning the others. Yvette threw a shield around the three of them as the harpy swooped in. Good thing she did, too, because said harpy was both strong and vicious enough to rip someone’s head off, and Gemmy was rather fond of her head where it was.

 

“So, any plans here?!” Ivy asked.

 

Beast thought about that. “Could keep running. They should wear themselves down, right?”

 

“So would we!” Yvette shot back. “I say we stand and fight! Ivy, you go with Gemmy. She can rush the two of you out of here and I can contact her when the situation clears and we can regroup. Deal?”

 

Gemmy nodded, but Ivy looked annoyed.

 

“Just let me stay and fight with you two,” she said.

 

“Please, just keep her safe. She can outrun just about any threat, but she’s not a fighter. You, however, are, and it’s easier to keep in touch with you. Now go!”

 

Before Ivy could argue, Gemmy grabbed a hold of the psychic and took off at a blurring speed. Beast and Yvette soon turned to face their pursuers, rushing to attack.

Day 12 Prompts: Shattered, The Dog (female), The Princess, The Earthmover, The Street King, Kelpie

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Travis woke with a groan, rubbing his midsection. He was pretty sure his liver had grown back by now. But now he found himself in unfamiliar territory once more. It looked like a sketchy back alley, but not one that he knew.

 

He seemed to be alone, as well. Good, that just meant that the psycho foxy-bitch wasn’t there to harvest his organs again. As he stood up and walked to the end of the alley, the ground began to shake. Aw, hell…earthquake? Why was there an earthquake? Did life hate him so much lately?

 

The ground continued to shake, the street below him beginning to crack and shatter. Through a particularly large crack, he could see a horse-like figure rising from the ground. On its back were a man covered in chunks of asphalt with a crown on his head. Behind him was an anthro Australian Kelpie in a dress.

 

“Hm…how about this one, dear?” asked the male.

 

The dog leaned in, before nodding.

 

“Yes, that one! Let’s bring home that one!”

 

“Anything for you, princess.”

 

Travis backed away. “Why would you want me?” he growled, cracking his knuckles.

 

“For a pet!”

 

He just laughed…before backing away and running toward the other end of the alley. The kelpie they were riding gave chase, but he had no intention of being caught again. Instead, he ran to a fire escape. Scrambling up that, he rushed to the roof. The kelpie and its riders moved after him, but weren’t able to ascend more than 5 feet from the ground. Travis noticed this and grinned, soon running to jump to the next roof.

 

He figured that if he could keep up with that, he could find his way home eventually…

 

Maybe.

 

But then, his sense of direction was almost as awful as his luck.

Day 13 Prompts: Teeming, The Cat (female), The Gentleman, The Gentleman’s Hat, The Slayer, Grim Reaper

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Beast and Yvette had managed to fight off their attackers, and were now looking to regroup with the others. Beast’s kitty tail swished as they walked along, when they encountered a well-dressed man in a tailored suit. He had wooden stakes at his waist, and his hat was teeming with silver. It seemed to ooze out of the brim and the band.

 

“…I understand one of you is a witch, correct?” he asked.

 

Yvette tilted her head in confusion. “Who wants to know and why?”

 

“I’m a witch hunter. And I have come to stake you.”

 

“That’s how you kill a vampire, not a witch…”

 

“”Don’t care!”

 

Beast and Yvette prepared to fight him, when a scythe seemed to split the guy into pieces. Wait, did that scythe have four blades?

 

And why did the guy holding it look like a white-haired Travis?!

 

Beast glared with confusion.

 

“Who the hell are you?”

 

The white-haired monkey man bowed. “I am Death PA-6. I’m a Grim Reaper. And that man you were facing was a vengeful spirit. “

 

 

Alienation Blog Hop Tour 2017

Posted: October 13, 2017 in Uncategorized

Hell Bent

Welcome to the Alienation BLOG HOP TOUR.

 

 

Please take your seat and strap yourself in, as we take you on an intergalactic tour. You will be amazed, entertained, and educated. Manoeuvre through the cosmos and be astounded at all you see. Hunt down the hidden words that will get you to your final destination where a one-of- a -kind award awaits one lucky traveller.

 

 

You are here to celebrate the release of Alienation, book two of the humorous Sci-Fi series, Starstruck.

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Sally Webber’s dream is coming true: Zander is back and taking her out for a night on the town–on a planet hundreds of light years away from Earth.

But when an accident separates her from her alien tour guide, she’s thrown into the seedy underbelly of an insane city where nothing is as it seems. Suddenly lost and desperate to get back home, Sally is willing to do anything to get out, even if it means accepting spontaneous marriage proposals, crashing some fancy parties, or joining what appears to be the space mob.

All she wanted was some decent interstellar pizza, but now it might be the end of the world as evil nanobots and an out of control AI try to take the universe by force, and the only one who can stop them is missing in action. Sally has no choice but to try to stop them herself–if she can stay alive that long.

 

Pre-order your copy now!

 

 

Alienation is the fantastic sequel to the hit sci-fi comedy, Starstruck by S.E.Anderson.

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And now, I’m happy to present a guest post from S.E. Anderson herself, about the reading playlist for Starstruck (which I highly recommend, by the way). As someone who would be quite LOST without some good music to listen to (particularly while reading), myself, this sounds awesome.

Starstruck – Reading Playlist

As for a lot of writers I know, I really like writing to music to get myself in the zone. Sometimes I put on playlists from Youtube (adventure music, scifi music) which really give the writing a good atmosphere. But other times? I like listening to my own playlists. When a song comes on that matches exactly what I’m writing, I get chills, and throw them into a special playlist for later.

This is that special playlist: I boiled it down to 10 specific songs that I feel match Starstruck in an awesome way. Some songs were suggested by an amazing fan, Cora, who pushed me to tie them all together and share them with you. Check it out!

(I do not own the rights to these songs – simply offering up a little playlist suggestion!).

Starstruck Reading Playlist

 

 

  1. Raining Paterns – CFCF
  2. Aliens – Coldplay
  3. Different Breeds – London Grammar
  4. Memories – Emmit Fenn
  5. Rumors – Joywave
  6. Now – Grace Mitchell
  7. Don’t Go – Hannah Georgas
  8. Planets – Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton
  9. Of Space and Time – City and Color
  10. Purgatory, I am Near, Let’s Escape – Digital Daggers

blog tour Alienation

Follow this exciting blog tour starting at your first stop UrbanHype101 and if you get lost in cyber space, come back to UrbanHype101 for the tour map.
There’s something new to read see or hear on each of these stops.

Don’t forget to hunt for that special word and if you find ALL of them, send them to scavengerhunt@bolidepublishing.com and you could win a signed copy of Alienation and a gift pack of unique swag. This contest is open internationally.

 

14th October J.D.Cunegan

Inktober #8, #9, #10

Posted: October 9, 2017 in Uncategorized

So, I did a 24 hour comic this weekend (to be posted sometime soon…after it’s scanned), and fell a bit behind. So here’s the one I missed yesterday, today’s, AND tomorrow’s.

Day 8 Prompts: Crooked, The Shark (male), The Bearded Woman, The Iceberg, The Werewolf Loner, Gumiho

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The airship had landed in the middle of the Arctic Ocean. All of those aboard had died. All except for one particular monkey-man. Okay, so he’d died once or twice (reviving each time), but he’d managed to make it to an iceberg, climbing on that for floatation purposes. He figured it wouldn’t be long before frostbite became a factor. He knew he’d likely recover from that, but it’d still be a pain.

 

He looked at his tail with a frown. Aw, great. It was crooked now. That’d heal in a few hours, probably.

 

Though he couldn’t quite focus on that right now. He was still freezing. Ugh, why couldn’t he have decided to wear a shirt today? In his defense, he had no idea that any of this would happen.

 

It was then that Travis noticed something trapped within the iceberg. It looked like a woman…but she had a thick bushy beard. She also seemed to have a tail and the beginnings of a snout. Upon noticing her claws, he assumed that she had to have been a werewolf. Given the thick non-wolfy beard and the fact that she was frozen out here, something told him that she was at best a loner, at worst an exile. In any case, though, she was a freaking wolf-cicle out in the middle of the Arctic Ocean.

 

As his skin began to take on a bluish tint, he had to wonder…

 

WAS this one of those things he could recover from? Or worse, what if he couldn’t recover from it but it wouldn’t kill him, thus forcing him to live with frostbite for an indeterminate amount of time?!

 

So focused on this was he, that he didn’t notice the fin poking out of the water. It belonged to a large shark, which seemed to have a female figure riding its back. He didn’t notice them at all until he heard the woman speaking quickly in Korean.

 

Jumping, he noticed that she had long silky black hair and nine white fox-like tails. He tilted his head, offering a small wave to her. She responded by sending a few tendrils of magical energy toward the half-monkey, pulling him toward her and the shark.

 

Not being quite warm enough to argue with her, he let her and the shark take him wherever. Hopefully it’d be somewhere warm, and he could fight if her intentions turned out to be hostile.

Day 9 Prompts: Screech, The Frenchie (male), The Inventor’s Son, The Captain, The Witch, Madre Monte

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The search was still on-going. The group had been led out of the prior void, and were now trekking through a dense jungle. The banshee had disappeared for the time being, having told Gemmy that it had business to attend to with the Valkyrie.

 

Gemmy herself had taken to the trees, jumping from one to the next. It wasn’t often that she got to experience this, and it felt sort of nice. There wasn’t much conversation, which made all of them pause when they heard a voice from not far off.

 

“No, no, it’s this way!” said a male.

 

Stepping into view was a humanoid French poodle, who greeted the group almost immediately with a futuristic firearm of some kind. His first action was to fire it at a tree, causing Gemmy to hit the ground with a screech. Beast and Ivy rushed to check on her, while Yvette fired a blast of magical energy at him.

 

The blast hit his weapon, sending it flying back a ways.

 

“How DARE you! That was built by my father!”

 

“And you used it to hurt a friend of mine!”

 

The witch turned to the others.

 

“Everything okay?”

 

“No damage,” said Beast. “Seems to have just been a glorified taser.”

 

“I see…welp. Explain yourself, Frenchie.”

 

Before he could, a tall but stout woman with leaves for hair came out of the trees, a bit irate.

 

“Who decided to interrupt my bath?!” she demanded.

 

Ooh, boy…how to explain everything, here…

Day 10 Prompts: Gigantic, The White Tiger (male), The Mech (there were only 30 entries on one list, so I made one up), The Red Woman, The Ghost, Unicorn

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Travis couldn’t recall passing out. Nor did he recognize where he was. He could see that he was on a tiger-skin rug. It was white, and he hated the fact that it was here and not on the tiger it’d once belonged to.

 

“Welcome back, Travis Malone,” he heard a woman say. He could see the fox-lady again, clad in a bright red dress. Her eyes also were red. Her tails were a deep red color, as well.

 

“Um…where the hell am I?” he asked.

 

She approached him, putting her arms around the half-monkey.

 

“Is that any way to speak to the woman that’s saved you from freezing to death?”

 

He had no answer, but more questions. Questions such as what the deal was with that ghost hovering in the corner with the glowing red eyes, or the huge mechanical horse standing right by it. No, wait. Not even a horse. He could see a large horn atop its head.

 

“…Is that a mechanical unicorn?” he asked.

 

The gumiho blinked, and then smiled. “Yes. Yes it is. I use him as a means of home security…you like?”

 

“I…I guess so. Thanks for bringing me somewhere warm, but I’d really like to get home…”

 

She gripped his arm.

 

“But you owe me, Travis.”

 

He shrugged.

 

“You know my name. That tells me you got to my wallet. Pretty sure you could’ve taken anything you wanted from there.”

 

A laugh. “No, no. I couldn’t find what I want in some wallet…”

 

She placed a hand firmly on his torso.

 

“I need to eat…and I imagine your liver will have quite the unique taste indeed.”

 

He pulled away from her. “I don’t think so, lady…you are NOT eating my liver today. Not on its own, not anytime after this, not even with fuckin’ fava beans and a nice Chianti, alright?”

 

“That wasn’t a request,” she said flatly, soon springing into action, forcing her hand into his body, and ripping his liver out by force.

 

He collapsed to the floor, and was soon out for the time being. He didn’t look forward to when he woke up from this one. But at least growing a new liver probably took less time and hurt a lot less than an arm or a leg.

 

 

NEW BOOK!

Posted: September 19, 2017 in Uncategorized

On the eve of destiny, the fate of the champions are in the hands of those they once called Enemy.

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Hated and distrusted, Queen Trinity must leave the shadows and reach for redemption.

With their final battle on the horizon, the champions are faced with a long-lost piece of the prophecy. Unable to search for the crests that are rumored to be the key to survival, they must turn to a band of their former enemies for help. Sinister desires and hopes for redemption collide as Queen Trinity of the Chaos Elves leads the hunt and struggles to keep her companions on the path of heroism. Monsters, traps, mysteries, and their own pasts will rise up to stand in the way of these people who have spent their entire lives committing sins. Throughout it all, another old enemy is lurking in the shadows and determined to claim her own delicious prize.

By the end of their journey, those who survive will learn that being a hero is more than simply stepping into the light.

Dive into the adventure on Amazon for $2.99!
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Excerpt: The Aura Syphon

A gurgling causes the two women to pause and look into the pit where the shadows are swirling among the jagged stones. Two black tentacles lance out of the ground and wrap around Yola’s waist, the ooze-dripping projections turning silver at the taste of her magic. Attracted to the stronger energy, the aura syphon yanks the immortal into its slime-covered maw and becomes a metallic beast. With its armored skin, the camouflaged predator is now visible and resembles a sea anemone with the body of a beetle. The jagged rocks are fused to the animal’s exoskeleton and there are six jointed legs that help it scurry out of the pit. Standing over Trinity, the creature opens a faint crease on its body to reveal a bulbous eye with a star-shaped pupil. It pauses to shove a few tentacles into its mouth and hit Yola with pulses of electricity to stop her from struggling. It changes from silver to gold when she attempts to break free, her efforts being quickly drained by the monster.

“Let the crazy woman go before you get killed,” Trinity whispers to the aura syphon. She creates a fireball in the hopes of getting its mouth open, but her spell is ignored. “No reason to have a snack when you have an eternal meal in your belly. Maybe we can have a trade. Can’t believe I’m trying to bargain with this thing. Well, I gave you a chance, so I’m going to blow you up before things get worse. Hope you heard that Yola and are bracing yourself.”

The beast gurgles before releasing a blast of sticky strands that lock Trinity in place. Instead of going after the trapped chaos elf, the creature turns its attention to the helpless army. Having had its fill of magic, the aura syphon is ready to gorge on fresh meat and opens a second mouth that is filled with knife-like teeth. Heading for Sir Harbiss, it is stopped when a chunk of earth erupts beneath it and flips it back into the pit. Unsure of where the attack came from, the aura syphon leaps out and reveals several eye stalks that search for an unseen enemy. A cutting wind lops off half of the projections, but Yola’s potent energy revives them and protects the crystalline armor plates. When the spell comes back around, it bounces off the new defense and bursts against a hill. Blasts of fire strike the beast from behind, so it sprouts a fan-shaped tail of water that douses the flames.

Looking around, the aura syphon stops when it sees that Trinity is nowhere to be seen and there is a hole where she once stood. Spikes grow from the predator’s belly and it slams against the ground in the hopes of impaling the chaos elf. The hiss of escaping gas is heard an instant before an explosion sends the shrieking animal into the sky. Careening towards a solitary cloud that is very low to the ground, the beast catches the scent of an aura that revives the one currently in its gut. Passing through the cloud, it finds its legs caught in a net that runs down to where Trinity is hiding behind a hill. With enhanced strength, the channeler slams the aura syphon into the ground and delivers a leaping stomp to its soft upper body. Instead of ejecting Yola, the creature opens its skin to swallow the chaos elf’s leg up the knee.

“Fine. Backup plan it is,” Trinity mutters, synching her aura to that of the imprisoned immortal.

Releasing as much magic as she can without killing herself, the channeler creates a power surge within the aura syphon. Unable to absorb or redirect so much energy at once, the predator tries to reject the grinning chaos elf. Plunging her fingers into its flesh, Trinity refuses to be thrown off and continues her assault. Blisters appear on the hard exoskeleton and the metallic color flakes off to reveal the natural black of the tentacles. Without warning, the gold returns and the animal explodes with enough force to collapse the ground. Before she can escape, the channeler falls into the pit and is buried beneath the icy dirt.

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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.

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An author interview I’ve done recently.

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Hello and welcome to my blog, Author Interviews. My name is Fiona Mcvie.

 

Let’s get you introduced to everyone, shall we? Tell us your name. What is your age?

Hey! Name’s Kayla Matt (or K. Matt), and I’m 29.

Fiona: Where are you from?

I’m from the central/upstate New York region. One of your more rural areas.

Fiona: A little about your self (ie,  your education, family life, etc.).

Let’s see…I went to the University of the Arts in Philadelphia to pursue an illustration degree, and use that on a daily basis. I also still live with my family, have no intention of having kids of my own, and…yeah, I think that about covers the mind-numbing excitement that comprises my life.

Fiona: Tell us your latest news.

I’ve been working on and off on a comic for my Patreon page, along with the comic pages for the 6th

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