Friday, June 29, 2012

DawnSinger - an Epic Fantasy

Ooh, welcome Janalyn! What a fantastic story DawnSinger is! I haven't enjoyed reading fantasy so much since my college days (and trust me, that was a long time ago)!

What a quest! What a journey! Come check it out!

The High Queen is dying...

At the royal summons, Shae mounts a wingabeast and soars through the air to the high hold of Faeraven, where all is not as it seems. Visions warn her of danger, and a dark soul touches hers in the night. When she encounters an attractive but disturbing musician, her wayward heart awakens.

But then there is Kai, a guardian of Faeraven and of Shae. Secrets bind him to her, and her safety lies at the center of every decision he makes.

On a desperate journey fraught with peril and the unknown, they battle warlike garns, waevens, ferocious raptors, and the wraiths of their own regrets. Yet, they must endure the campaign long enough to release the DawnKing—and the salvation he offers—into a divided land. To prevail, each must learn that sometimes victory comes only through surrender.


A crosswind caught Kai’s wingabeast as lightning flared too near. Shrilling, the winged horse tilted in flight, and Kai’s stomach lurched. A gust snatched the hood from his head and roared in his ears. He blinked to clear the stinging rain that drove into his eyes. Thunder boomed like a timpani, shaking the air. Flecht shuddered beneath him, and Kai placed a calming hand on his wingabeast’s straining neck. He did not like this long flight through the wild night any better than did Flecht.

An image rose, unbidden—Lof Raelein Maeven, Faeraven’s High Queen, upon her deathbed, her sea-green eyes surging with life. As a guardian of Faeraven and as a friend, he would die to appease the hope that had flared in those eyes.

Wind howled and lightning flashed close enough to blind. Kai wondered if his own death neared. He would not—could not—halt his journey, although it took him into the teeth of danger. Necessity drove him as he pushed onward, past endurance. If he survived the storm, he would deliver Maeven’s last summons.


Shae put up her hood and left the shelter of the stronghold to follow the graystone path. A chill wind rippled through the folds of her cloak, and she shivered. Overhead, clouds unfurled in a pearling sky. She passed into green scented shadow, where notes of damp moss and ripe humus met her.

She shouldn’t have yielded to temptation and escaped into nature unescorted. In earlier days, she had roamed the grounds in freedom with no one caring. She couldn’t get used to the strictures placed on her now that she’d grown older. When would she learn to be more like Katera? She couldn’t remember her winsome twin ever causing their mother concern.

She would go back, but first she needed fresh air to ease the tightness in her chest.
Shae wandered beneath boughs laced with new growth and came at last to her favorite place at the garden’s heart. Although the voice of a stream beckoned in the near distance, she paused beneath a stand of gnarlwoods, their ancient branches stretched wide. These trees had witnessed the construction of Whellein Hold, and they would remain when the stronghold’s mortar crumbled and its stones fell away. She emerged from the copse into a meadow dotted with early flowers and bathed in morning light. The flutter of wings beat an accompaniment to the warbling of birds, and a wingen flitted through the lesser canopy to light in a nearby whispan tree. She stilled to avoid frightening the tiny bird, which dipped and bobbed its bright head to preen scarlet feathers. With its grooming complete, the wingen lisped into sweet-sad song.

Shae smiled. “Sing, small one.”

But a shriek ended the wingen's song. Darkness extinguished its colors. Blood dripped from the foliage of the whispan tree, pure white only an instant ago. Terror gripped Shae by the throat, choking off her scream.

The giant raptor had descended from nowhere and now flailed ragged wings as it rose, screeching in victory, its black eyes trained on Shae.

Pulse thrumming in her ears, she crept backward. Back, back she moved, her gaze never leaving the leathery beast in the air.

This made no sense. How could a welke have ventured so far north?

Her heel caught the hem of her cloak, and she slammed into the ground.

Fear yanked her to her knees. Shock brought her to her feet.

The whispan tree stood pristine as new snow. No blood stained the smooth bark. No movement stirred the silken plumes. No sign lingered of wingen or welke.

And yet she had seen...what?

“Lof Yuel! Does this vision warn of danger?”

Wind stirred the leaves. Branches rubbed and creaked. A stone turned in the stream bed.
Another sound whispered at the edge of hearing.

Shae paused to listen. The sound resolved into a steady flapping, and her heart picked up its pace. She ran into the meadow and scanned the pale sky.

With a toss of its silver mane, a wingabeast spiraled toward her.

The rider sagged, and the spiral went amiss, but the wingabeast recovered with quick grace. With a ripple of muscles, its neck arched, and the feathered wings lifted. Shae rushed toward the rider before the creature's diamond-shod hooves found purchase on the ground.

She reached for his arm as he slid from the saddle, but he shrugged off her help and steadied himself against the shifting beast.

She searched his face. “Kai?” Strain etched her brother’s features.

He turned and with one finger, traced forgotten moisture at the corner of her eye. “Shae?”

She shook her head to silence his question. “You’ve ridden through the night?”

He didn’t answer but pushed her away with gentle hands.

“What troubles you?”

His long silver-gray eyes glazed with tears. “Lof Raelein Maeven lies on her deathbed.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. What could she say to ease him when the news pierced her like a blade? Tears seeped down her cheeks, silent as the grave.

Kai touched her arm. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken so. You formed a heart-bond when she visited Whellein Hold.”

“What other way is there to speak it?” The image of the wingen and welke returned to her. “Death is death.”

His head bent in acknowledgment, the movement slow.

She touched his arm. “I’m sorry, Kai. I know she means much to you.”

“Could but my hope and my prayers save her, she would live.” He spread his hands in a helpless gesture. “Such power is not mine.”

“Only Lof Yuel has the wisdom to command life and death. We must leave such things to him.”

He looked at her with a somber expression, but then tousled her tangled curls. “Truth from a babe!”

“One day, my brother, you may understand I am grown, or nearly so.” She raised her brows at him, but then sobered. “Does Lof Raelein Maeven…suffer?”

“Little. She does not ail. Life ebbs from her, it seems, by choice.”

Shae let out her breath. “I’m glad she feels no pain.”

He nodded; his expression strange. “You love her, as she does you.”

“How can such a thing come from one meeting?” She spoke again the puzzle that had long occupied her.

“Love has no logic. Come. I must tell Father this news.”

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Love and and trust...all wrapped up to make this quest one of discovery. What a phenomenal story. Well written like the best in fantasy - certainly a match for Tolkien and the best of this genre.

Ms. Voigt has woven a tale that carries you along on the wind of the journey. You'll smile and laugh and cry and gasp at times as she guides you on this quest along with Shae and Kai.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Galations 5:4

Verse of the Day Galatians 5:4

Christ is become of no effect unto you, whosoever of you are justified by the law; ye are fallen from grace.  KJV

You who are trying to be justified by the law have been alienated from Christ; you have fallen away from grace. NIV

When I first read this verse, my first reaction was fear...not for myself, but for the thousands (perhaps more) who are living under the preaching of the law without grace.

Grace is unmerited, undeserved...definitely unearned. So by the works of the law nothing is gained.

 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God; Not of works, lest any man should boast. Eph 2:8 - 9

I don't know why this is on my heart so much since I've never felt compelled to try to live by the law. I'm not good enough. I've always known I can never be good enough, and God's gift is all that really matters because without that we're all lost.

I pray that you have a personal relationship with the only One who matters. Jesus Christ gave His very life to save each and every one of us. There is nothing else we have to do but accept that gift.

God bless you all!

Friday, June 22, 2012


Galatians 5:1 

 Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us fee, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.

Stand fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free, and do not be entangled again with a yoke of bondage.

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. 

Salvation, Christ's gift to us, is more than just a stairway to heaven, it's a "Get out of Jail Free" card.

Did you ever play Monopoly and whoop for joy when you got that card that set you free to keep on playing? Well, this card is once again Free, given undeservedly to each and every one of us who chooses to accept it.

But this is no ordinary jail we're talking about. Do you realize how sin snakes its little tentacles around us and binds us with guilt when we know we've done something wrong? Whether a simple lie or something greater, they all hurt, not just the person we sin against, but ourselves...and God.

Well, Christ has given us a free pass, not from sinning, but from the entanglement that sin brings. It's a freedom to find forgiveness when we fail. There's no need to flounder in the guilt...or to wallow in the sin. If we but ask, Christ will guide us away from the temptations we find hardest to evade.

So stand fast, and lean on Christ, the One who truly can set you free.

Saturday, June 16, 2012


Well, here's a little game of tag that I've joined in and I've invited a few others to come play after me.

Tag, I'm IT!

I've been tagged by Delia Latham!  

Delia has challenged me to:

1. Go to page 77 of my manuscript.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy the next 7 lines/paragraphs.
4. Tag 7 other writers to do the same.

Here's an excerpt from one of the stories I'm currently working on, enjoy!

He lifted her boots out of the truck bed and set them at her feet, then leaned her skis and poles against the truck. Skis on his shoulder he glanced over and asked, “You think you can carry those without hurting anyone?”
Cassie slung the boots over her shoulder and stomped off with her skis and poles, anger shimmering in every step.
A small smile crossed David’s face as he watched her storm away. He had seen enough pain on her face today. If making her angry would take her mind off the rest, he’d gladly be the scapegoat.

For more fun, check out the other authors I've tagged.

My seven tagged authors are:

Pam Thibodeaux
Mary Manners
Carla Rossi
Clare Revell
JoAnn Carter
Robin Bayne

Ladies, share your link with me so I, and my readers can come read your excerpts!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

A special offer comes from S.E. Gregg today with the release of his book The Christian Olympics.
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Rarely does a book come along that covers all of
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 From the beginning of the Christian walk, the Opening
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Best selling and award winning author S.E. Gregg has been joined by a host of Authors, Experts,
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S. E. Gregg’s book The Christian Olympics-Going for the Gold Crowns,the unveiling of the Bible’s
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What a wonderful description of what the Christian walk should be and why. True and to the point, this book is a marvelous inspiration to the trials and endurance all Christians face when they walk the walk. The Christian Olympics is all about the race worth running. Have you entered the games?

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Welcome back, Mary! Ooh, when I saw this on the new releases at Pelican Books I just had to check it out! (It's those sweetheart cowboys of yours - I just can't resist!)

So let's take a peek at who's starring in this latest story!

Tanner Merrill returns home from Afghanistan bearing scars, both inside and out. If only the people of Lone Creek, who hail him as a hometown hero, knew his secret... Baylee Cameron harbors heartache of her own, which Tanner's sudden return forces her to face. She longs to share, but can she trust Tanner with her heart? Will the Legend of Lone Creek, which captured Tanner's three older brothers, claim Tanner and Baylee, as well?

Excerpt: I just love this first scene. How's that for a beautiful picture with words?

A lone cardinal flitted over the pasture, taking refuge in a snow-kissed pine, its crimson feathers a splash of color over new-fallen snow.

Tanner paused as the cold air nipped his lungs. Drifting snow seemed almost magical—clean, new, beautiful, and pure. This was his favorite time of all—the first snow of winter, when a layer of white lay in tufts over the sleeping ground.


And now for a peek at Tanner and Baylee:

At first, Baylee thought she was looking at a bear hunched near the water’s edge. The idea stole her breath, and her mind raced to locate a safe hiding place. But then logic took over, and she realized she’d never seen—or heard—of a black bear on Lone Creek property. An occasional wolf…plenty of deer. But never a black bear.

The stranger stood and backed away from the creek, and Baylee was drawn to his lean outline. Even beneath the bulky jacket, the breadth of his shoulders was evident. Recognition dawned.

Tanner Merrill.

She’d heard stories of Tanner’s bravery, of the way he’d helped to rescue half-a-dozen men from certain death when his unit became caught in crossfire over in Afghanistan, of how he’d unselfishly handled an explosive that nearly claimed his life. Carson and James spoke of him often while they worked alongside her on office renovations.

Tanner Merrill, the youngest of the Merrill brothers, was a legend in Lone Creek.

What would he think if he knew she’d mistaken him for a bear? Baylee laughed at herself and pulled her green knit cap low across her brow to ward off the chill. The air was calm, and the first rays of sunlight danced across the snow, making the frozen blanket glisten. Daybreak was her favorite time—a vibrant snapshot when everything seemed new and untouched. Under the cover of dawn she could dream the world was perfect and that hope won out, every time.

For a brief moment, she could forget the worries that plagued her…borne of a past that shamed. She shook off the memories and clicked her tongue, the signal for Sadie, the palomino mare she rode, to canter. There was no point in ruining such a beautiful morning. Baylee dipped her head, catching a plump, wet snowflake on her tongue. She felt as if she’d been enfolded in the serene scenery of a snow globe.

For now…all was perfect.

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I think Ms. Manners has outdone herself here. Her characters, who are always so wonderful, are just absolutely real - real enough to take a chunk of your heart right along with their heartaches. And the setting is breathtaking! Beautiful!

Baylee certainly knows how to hold her own and stand up for herself. It's a joy to watch the way she faces off against Tanner at the start. And Tanner just doesn't know what's hit him as he tries to understand his feelings for a total stranger. Between all the new additions to the family and his own longings for something he can't even name, Tanner is just lost and alone until he learns to open up.

What a wonderful story! From high to low this story just wrings you dry. From chuckles to tears I enjoyed every word of it!