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Friday, June 1, 2012

The Silence of Lir Promotion for New Book


New Book The Silence of Lir Promoted by Bewitching Book Tours

 

The Silence of Lir
By Mary Twomey
Book 1

 Exciting news you heard here first.  This book now available.  Free on Amazon.com from June 1 to June 5.

Genre: young adult fantasy fiction
Book Synopsis:
Behind the scenes of our spinning earth are keepers of the elements who make sure that tornados don’t destroy cities, fires don’t ravage forests, earthquakes don’t decimate towns, and floods don’t take out humanity. They wrestle with the natural elements to ensure that the world keeps spinning smoothly on its axis. 

Since the beginning of time, the Sun has been fading, and the light that shines on the earth is dimming, causing the elements to be more volatile and impossible for the keepers to control. 

Now they must enlist the help of one man, Finn, to help them bring the light back to the Sun. The keepers war, the North Star steals light from the Sun, and the Moon is in disrepute. The end of existence is coming, and all the while the king, the Moon, Lir, remains silent.

Secrets
By Mary Twomey
Book Two
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

An earthquake caused by Wren and Satchel’s ill-fated tryst brings forth a prophecy that sends the unrest and the Delegation into a tailspin. Immortals on the earth must be abducted and hidden from the North Star’s greedy grasp.
Vespera’s fury erupts as the Unrest begins to splinter off from the Moon behind her back. Attacks that should be used on the enemy target her supposed allies. Seeds of doubt, betrayal and rebellion begin to sprout in the Realm of the Sun and the Moon, causing division, subterfuge, and deadly attacks.
An evil that was locked up centuries ago is unleashed and let loose on the earth. There are those who fight for unity, those who struggle just to stay alive, those who battle for control, but a few begin their secret plans for a revolt.

The Sword
Book Three
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

What’s left of the Delegation fights to keep the Order with a man down, and the Unrest in hiding. Three keepers work tirelessly to safely harbor the restless immortals, maintain their elements, and counter Red Flame’s insatiable attacks. The Unrest’s light is dwindling as they remain hidden from Vespera on earth.
Close quarters and unstable power lead to tension and confusion as they try to find a way to be helpful to the Order without being taken out in the process.
Henry cares for Satchel’s son, and trains him to follow in his parents’ footsteps by being ready to defend the light at all costs. Lir’s body is located, Vespera rages her search for more power when she cannot find the Sword of Secrets. Somehow Stella winds up in the middle, a girl without a friend suddenly thrust into the spotlight and forced to accept her lot in life, being the voice of truth when no one will listen.
Though she and the keepers try to fight for the light, it is inevitable that they all may soon lose themselves to the darkness.

Sacrifice
Book Four
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

Light is being stolen, immortals are waking, wombats are untrustworthy and a dead body are rising. After a long time of wishing they could jump into the battle, the Unrest finally has their day in the Sun. Unfortunately, that day is filled with almost certain death.
Ash comes into his own and joins his parents to fight Vespera and Red Flame. Henry rejoins his own people, only to find that the lair will never be the same again.
Prophecies are unearthed, lives lost, and lines of loyalty blurred. Stella’s body begins to break down slowly, while Lake loses her immortality.
The sword of secrets fights to find its true owner, though none of the keepers can predict the sacrifice that will come. 


Author Information:
Mary E. Twomey lives in Michigan with her husband and two adorable children. She enjoys reading, writing, vegetarian cooking and telling her children fantastic stories about wombats. 


Twitter @shesleepssoftly 



Guest Post from Author Mary E. Twomey.  Thank you for visiting us today.
Getting Off the Couch
My favorite pair of shoes are my Adidas Sambas. They’ve come out with countless variations, but the perfection of the classic footwear can’t be stressed enough. Each pair that I purchase is worn for years until the rubber is so eroded that there are literally holes in the bottom of my shoes (yes, I drag my feet occasionally when I walk).
Much of life is about comfort. It’s a bumpy ride, so why shouldn’t we make every effort to be relaxed? Wait until rush hour is over, buy the cake instead of making it, forego exercise for television, watch the movie instead of reading the book. Before we know it, we’re in a cozy little rut, and we have no idea how we got there.
Some things are good to go easy on. Others present a problem that may take some real effort to solve. My fear is that we get too cozy on our couches. Perhaps we wait too long to stand up and go after what’s truly important to us. Worry and the long list of things that could go wrong build up until we lose sight of our dreams. We turn in the runner’s baton for the remote, the race for the bed.
Saga of the Spheres was my way to challenge myself. Almost anyone can start a book, but am I a finisher? And when I complete a project, my habit is to downplay it, even hide it from others, for fear of criticism. Could I open my mouth and announce to the world that I completed something I enjoyed – dare I say, am proud of?
Then, it dawned on me – people criticize Shakespeare. Shakespeare! I don’t know who these people are, but they exist. And I’ve yet to meet one that I’ve left standing, but there are those who are not fans of J.K. Rowling! Can you believe the state of the world?
Upon the completion of yet another round of editing out the kinks in the Saga, I began to think of the fears I would have to face in order to do justice to the hard work I put in to the series. I would have to (gasp) tell people that I wrote four books. Yep. Sometimes the first step is the hardest.
Next, I would have to (gulp) ask for help. Actually, the second step is the hardest. I pride myself on having a long history of not asking for much help. That pride kept me nice and warm for years until, surprisingly, I found one of my toes dead from frostbite. I’ve learned to ask for blankets instead of clinging to my wholly blanket called self-sufficiency. And, it turns out, it won’t kill you. I never realized such a miracle could happen. I could ask for marketing advice, help building a website, a book trailer, people to pass out flyers, happy retweeters, and more, and no one died. Fantastic.
Another lesser known fear I have is one of public speaking. For anyone who has met me, they will no doubt think this is a joke. I have a decent acting resume, and am in general a fairly talkative person. Being a character onstage is entirely different from being yourself. Having a conversation is not the same as delivering a monologue in which people stare at you, daring you to say something interesting. But, this is the new Mary, and she will not be afraid any longer. So I called up my old favorite English teacher, who shockingly, remembered me, and booked two speaking engagements to talk to his students about writing. Again, I did not faint, throw up, accidentally curse or besmirch the good name of writers.
Saga of the Spheres was the vehicle that brought me to a new appreciation of really putting yourself out there. I learned to write a mythology, market my behind off, ask for help, and engage in public speaking. I can only hope that when your vehicle comes along, you have the courage to throw on your Adidas and fling yourself onto the wagon, no matter how rough the terrain ahead might be. Remember, your friends and family will be there to catch you if you should fall. And if anyone points out the mud on your shoe, give them a friendly little kick to the curb and get back on the wagon. He’ll be in your rearview soon enough.
People will cheer and boo – such is the state of things. However, if you spend your life not moving for fear of making too awkward a splash, you’ll find yourself drowning just so you are not thought a fool. Don’t be that fool.

Mary E. Twomey

This product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my opinions or reviews.

Giveaway and review for Cobbogoth


Book Review of Cobbogoth
 Promoted by Bewitching  Book Tours
 

Cobbogoth
By Hannah L Clark
Genre: YA Fantasy romance

Book Synopsis:

To seventeen-year-old Norah Lukens, the Cobbogothians were just a myth. But after her archeologist uncle's brutal murder, and being asked to translate one of his old research journals for evidence, she begins a journey to discover the truth for herself.

Chasing the myth her uncle was obsessed with, Norah learns that his murder was a cover up for something far more sinister. If she hopes to save others from suffering the same fate he did--including the peculiarly magnetic James Riley--she must head to Iceland in order to find out the truth once and for all.

If she succeeds, she'll gain the one thing she's always longed for.

But if she fails, not even the gods can help her.

Book site: www.cobbogoth.com

Cobbogoth Facebook Page: 


About the Author:

Hannah L. Clark was raised in the very small town of Oak City, UT with seven sisters and one brother.  She spent most of her childhood daydreaming, writing stories, building forts, chasing after boys, and working really hard to earn money.  (With six older sisters, her parents were really poor by the time she came along.)

In spite of great learning difficulty brought on by dyslexia, Hannah graduated from high school with honors and was awarded a scholarship in English to Utah Valley University. 

In 2006 she graduated from UVU with her Bachelor’s degree in English Literature and immediately began two of her most exciting adventures yet: Motherhood and writing her first novel.

Five and a half years later, Hannah completed Cobbogoth, a Young Adult Fantasy-Adventure novel, and book one in a seven book series.

She currently lives in Pleasant Grove, Utah with her husband Michael, and their son.  Hannah actively seeks to inspire kids and adults by speaking about her experiences of becoming an author in spite of dyslexia.

Hannah still daydreams, writes stories, builds forts, chases after her boys, and works really hard to earn money. 

Favorite Quote: "Whatever you think you can or can't do, you're right." -Henry Ford
 



Book Excerpt:
1
Memory Lapse
Standing before me was a woman with tangled hip-length hair—hair the color of blood. Her eyes shone like amethysts. She reminded me of a painting Uncle Jack made for me as a child—the Opalian Eye from the Cobbogothian legends, their prophetess. As her eyes shone down upon me, I remembered her name—Totherma. She watched me carefully. Then, lifting her arm, she pointed to my right. I looked and saw a woman covering her face and crying.
Turning back to Totherma, I watched her enter through a doorway, walk down a corridor, and stop in front of another doorway. I went to follow, but something made me look down. My hands were covered in blood, and the floor sparkled with shards of glass. I smelled something pungent and musty, something burning.
Looking up, I saw the woman pointing into the doorway where she stood. I hurried to meet her when my path was suddenly blocked by people. They wore white.
Angels? I wondered.
They huddled around something, and I knew that whatever it was had caused that salty, burning smell.
I struggled to get by them, trying to see what she wanted me to see. I stood as tall as I could reach, but it wasn’t enough. I looked for Totherma until our eyes met. Understanding, she lifted her arm, and with the motion of her hand, I rose up off the ground. I could see over the group of people into the center of the circle . . .
What I saw made me scream.

“Honey! Honey are you alright?” I was being shaken awake. Panting and sweating I turned toward the dim light, blinking my eyes several times.
In and out, Nor. In and out. I tried to shake the last image from my mind.
As my eyes focused, a pretty woman with blue-black hair and honey-colored eyes began to materialize.
Completely disoriented, I became aware that I was not on solid ground. “Who . . . where . . . where am I?” I blurted out, as I pushed my back against what appeared to be a leather seat.
“You’re on a bus heading toward Boston. Ring a bell?” she smiled.
“Uh, no actually.”
“Give yourself a minute to wake up. Looks like you’ve been through some kind of an adventure recently,” she soothed as she brushed wet hair back from my face.
I stiffened under her touch.
With an understanding look, she dropped her hand. “I’m sorry, it’s just . . .” she reached up and touched my hair again. This time, however, she came back with a handful of debris. “You’ve got something in your hair.”
          I patted my head as well. Rather than sleek, smooth hair pulled into a tight braid, like I was used to, everything felt frizzy and matted. “What the—?”
“Let’s see, I’m sure I’ve got a mirror in here somewhere.” The woman dug around in a deep purse, then handed me a palm-sized compact.
As I took it, something caught my eye; a charm attached to a thin leather bracelet dangled from my wrist. I held it up in front of me and fingered the charm. It was a small, circular stone, white and speckled black—merlinite. “Where did this come from?” I mumbled.
“I’m afraid I can’t help you with that one. Hairbrush?” the woman offered.
“Yeah, thanks,” I took the brush. “It’s just, I recognize this stone from my geology final this morning, but I have literally no idea where it came from.”
“I’m sure it will come to you. Don’t worry,” she tried to look reassuring.
Finally, I opened the compact to check out my hair.
“What—what happened to me?” My hair was a ratted cloud, strewn with dead leaves and twigs. There was dirt smudged across my left cheek and my eyes were smeared with mascara, revealing several of the long, white-blonde lashes I worked so hard to hide.
“Like I said, you look like you’ve had an adventure recently.” The woman peeked into the mirror beside me. 
“Uh . . . no, I look like I spent the night in the woods!”
“Mmmm . . . true. Let me help you. What’s your name?”
“Norah Lukens,” I said, frantically dragging my fingers through my hair and loosening the rest of my braid. “There is no way I’m letting James see me like this.” 
“Calm down, honey. Look, I’ve got everything you need right here.” Again, the woman was rummaging through her purse.
I balanced the compact mirror on my knees and began working on my hair again. I’d just gotten most of the knots out, when I scooped it back into a messy ponytail and caught sight of a long, thin cut just above my collar bone. Strands of my hair were stained burgundy and caked to my neck where the blood had dried.
“Oh my gosh!” Leaning into the mirror, I scoured my brain for how this could’ve happened. For some reason, I was drawing a complete blank on anything after talking with Professor Anderton at my geology final.
A complete blank. That was a first.
“Here we go. Face toilettes and make up—oh dear! What happened to your neck!” the woman cried.
“I—I honestly don’t know.”
“Belmont, Belmont Center Station next.” The bus driver’s voice sliced through our conversation, as we pulled up the street toward my home town.
“Oh no,” I groaned, “this is my stop.” As the familiar buildings passed, my heart jumped into my throat. I glanced out the window looking for any sign of James.
“It’s alright, don’t worry.” The woman patted my arm. “Hold still, and I’ll have you looking glamorous in no time.”
I gave her a doubtful look, but realizing she was my best chance, I collapsed into the seat back. “I doubt the word ‘glamorous’ will ever be used to describe me. I’ve been called ‘ghost girl’ and ‘powder-face,' but never glamorous. Though I do appreciate your help, just the same.”
“What? I think you’re a beautiful girl!” She finished smoothing my hair. “Seriously, women the world over would kill for your porcelain skin, your natural platinum hair, and those eyes! I don’t think I’ve ever seen that color of green before. It’s like peridot, or kiwis.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Gee . . . thanks.”
“Whoever this James guy is, he must be pretty important, huh?”

Book  Review:

            I love the Cobbogoth myth from Iceland.  It was very interesting and I think it’s interesting that the author took this old myth and created this fabulous story.  In this story, Norah is the niece of an archeological myth chaser.  Her uncle spends his time locating and proving that things we believe are myths are real, such as Isis’ legendary amulet.  However Norah is totally not prepared for what she learns when she graduates from High School.

            This story has everything:  mystery, romance, suspense, fantasy, and YA.  It’s such a fun read.  I continued to be surprised as the story progressed.  I enjoyed the unfolding story and seeing how the parties fought, loved, and protected each other.

            I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.

This product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my opinions or reviews.

GIveaway and Cobbogoth review

Giveaway and Book Review of Cobbogoth
 Promoted by Bewitching  Book Tours

Cobbogoth
By Hannah L Clark
Genre: YA Fantasy romance

Book Synopsis:

To seventeen-year-old Norah Lukens, the Cobbogothians were just a myth. But after her archeologist uncle's brutal murder, and being asked to translate one of his old research journals for evidence, she begins a journey to discover the truth for herself.

Chasing the myth her uncle was obsessed with, Norah learns that his murder was a cover up for something far more sinister. If she hopes to save others from suffering the same fate he did--including the peculiarly magnetic James Riley--she must head to Iceland in order to find out the truth once and for all.

If she succeeds, she'll gain the one thing she's always longed for.

But if she fails, not even the gods can help her.

Book site: www.cobbogoth.com

Cobbogoth Facebook Page: 


About the Author:
Hannah L. Clark was raised in the very small town of Oak City, UT with seven sisters and one brother.  She spent most of her childhood daydreaming, writing stories, building forts, chasing after boys, and working really hard to earn money.  (With six older sisters, her parents were really poor by the time she came along.)

In spite of great learning difficulty brought on by dyslexia, Hannah graduated from high school with honors and was awarded a scholarship in English to Utah Valley University. 

In 2006 she graduated from UVU with her Bachelor’s degree in English Literature and immediately began two of her most exciting adventures yet: Motherhood and writing her first novel.

Five and a half years later, Hannah completed Cobbogoth, a Young Adult Fantasy-Adventure novel, and book one in a seven book series.

She currently lives in Pleasant Grove, Utah with her husband Michael, and their son.  Hannah actively seeks to inspire kids and adults by speaking about her experiences of becoming an author in spite of dyslexia.

Hannah still daydreams, writes stories, builds forts, chases after her boys, and works really hard to earn money. 

Favorite Quote: "Whatever you think you can or can't do, you're right." -Henry Ford




Book Excerpt:
1
Memory Lapse
Standing before me was a woman with tangled hip-length hair—hair the color of blood. Her eyes shone like amethysts. She reminded me of a painting Uncle Jack made for me as a child—the Opalian Eye from the Cobbogothian legends, their prophetess. As her eyes shone down upon me, I remembered her name—Totherma. She watched me carefully. Then, lifting her arm, she pointed to my right. I looked and saw a woman covering her face and crying.
Turning back to Totherma, I watched her enter through a doorway, walk down a corridor, and stop in front of another doorway. I went to follow, but something made me look down. My hands were covered in blood, and the floor sparkled with shards of glass. I smelled something pungent and musty, something burning.
Looking up, I saw the woman pointing into the doorway where she stood. I hurried to meet her when my path was suddenly blocked by people. They wore white.
Angels? I wondered.
They huddled around something, and I knew that whatever it was had caused that salty, burning smell.
I struggled to get by them, trying to see what she wanted me to see. I stood as tall as I could reach, but it wasn’t enough. I looked for Totherma until our eyes met. Understanding, she lifted her arm, and with the motion of her hand, I rose up off the ground. I could see over the group of people into the center of the circle . . .
What I saw made me scream.

“Honey! Honey are you alright?” I was being shaken awake. Panting and sweating I turned toward the dim light, blinking my eyes several times.
In and out, Nor. In and out. I tried to shake the last image from my mind.
As my eyes focused, a pretty woman with blue-black hair and honey-colored eyes began to materialize.
Completely disoriented, I became aware that I was not on solid ground. “Who . . . where . . . where am I?” I blurted out, as I pushed my back against what appeared to be a leather seat.
“You’re on a bus heading toward Boston. Ring a bell?” she smiled.
“Uh, no actually.”
“Give yourself a minute to wake up. Looks like you’ve been through some kind of an adventure recently,” she soothed as she brushed wet hair back from my face.
I stiffened under her touch.
With an understanding look, she dropped her hand. “I’m sorry, it’s just . . .” she reached up and touched my hair again. This time, however, she came back with a handful of debris. “You’ve got something in your hair.”
          I patted my head as well. Rather than sleek, smooth hair pulled into a tight braid, like I was used to, everything felt frizzy and matted. “What the—?”
“Let’s see, I’m sure I’ve got a mirror in here somewhere.” The woman dug around in a deep purse, then handed me a palm-sized compact.
As I took it, something caught my eye; a charm attached to a thin leather bracelet dangled from my wrist. I held it up in front of me and fingered the charm. It was a small, circular stone, white and speckled black—merlinite. “Where did this come from?” I mumbled.
“I’m afraid I can’t help you with that one. Hairbrush?” the woman offered.
“Yeah, thanks,” I took the brush. “It’s just, I recognize this stone from my geology final this morning, but I have literally no idea where it came from.”
“I’m sure it will come to you. Don’t worry,” she tried to look reassuring.
Finally, I opened the compact to check out my hair.
“What—what happened to me?” My hair was a ratted cloud, strewn with dead leaves and twigs. There was dirt smudged across my left cheek and my eyes were smeared with mascara, revealing several of the long, white-blonde lashes I worked so hard to hide.
“Like I said, you look like you’ve had an adventure recently.” The woman peeked into the mirror beside me. 
“Uh . . . no, I look like I spent the night in the woods!”
“Mmmm . . . true. Let me help you. What’s your name?”
“Norah Lukens,” I said, frantically dragging my fingers through my hair and loosening the rest of my braid. “There is no way I’m letting James see me like this.” 
“Calm down, honey. Look, I’ve got everything you need right here.” Again, the woman was rummaging through her purse.
I balanced the compact mirror on my knees and began working on my hair again. I’d just gotten most of the knots out, when I scooped it back into a messy ponytail and caught sight of a long, thin cut just above my collar bone. Strands of my hair were stained burgundy and caked to my neck where the blood had dried.
“Oh my gosh!” Leaning into the mirror, I scoured my brain for how this could’ve happened. For some reason, I was drawing a complete blank on anything after talking with Professor Anderton at my geology final.
A complete blank. That was a first.
“Here we go. Face toilettes and make up—oh dear! What happened to your neck!” the woman cried.
“I—I honestly don’t know.”
“Belmont, Belmont Center Station next.” The bus driver’s voice sliced through our conversation, as we pulled up the street toward my home town.
“Oh no,” I groaned, “this is my stop.” As the familiar buildings passed, my heart jumped into my throat. I glanced out the window looking for any sign of James.
“It’s alright, don’t worry.” The woman patted my arm. “Hold still, and I’ll have you looking glamorous in no time.”
I gave her a doubtful look, but realizing she was my best chance, I collapsed into the seat back. “I doubt the word ‘glamorous’ will ever be used to describe me. I’ve been called ‘ghost girl’ and ‘powder-face,' but never glamorous. Though I do appreciate your help, just the same.”
“What? I think you’re a beautiful girl!” She finished smoothing my hair. “Seriously, women the world over would kill for your porcelain skin, your natural platinum hair, and those eyes! I don’t think I’ve ever seen that color of green before. It’s like peridot, or kiwis.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Gee . . . thanks.”


“Whoever this James guy is, he must be pretty important, huh?”

Book  Review:

            I love the Cobbogoth myth from Iceland.  It was very interesting and I think it’s interesting that the author took this old myth and created this fabulous story.  In this story, Norah is the niece of an archeological myth chaser.  Her uncle spends his time locating and proving that things we believe are myths are real, such as Isis’ legendary amulet.  However Norah is totally not prepared for what she learns when she graduates from High School.

            This story has everything:  mystery, romance, suspense, fantasy, and YA.  It’s such a fun read.  I continued to be surprised as the story progressed.  I enjoyed the unfolding story and seeing how the parties fought, loved, and protected each other.

            I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.

This product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my opinions or reviews.

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