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Sunday, August 9, 2020

Interview: Fantasy Author Anne C.Miles + giveaway

Welcome to the blog, Anne. Let's start small: tell us about a great book you've read recently!

Anne: I’m working my way through Jim Butcher’s Dresden series again in anticipation of his new releases this month and in October so I just finished Proven Guilty. I also read Dragon’s Reach by JA Andrews which is fabulous! I’m trying to work my way through all the SPFBO 2020 books slowly but surely.

Okay, time to escalate things: reality warps and you suddenly find yourself leading a D&D-style party through a monster-infested dungeon. What character class are you, and what's your weapon of choice?
Anne: I’m a female half-elven battle mage. My weapon of choice is my fireball spell, my lightning spell… and throwing knives. I don’t like close combat. If you’re close enough to touch me, you’re too close!

When you’re not trawling through dungeons, how do you like to work? (In silence, with music, or serenaded by the damned souls of a thousand dead shrimps? Do you prefer to type or to hand-write? Are you an architect or a gardener? A plotter or a pantser? D'you write in your underwear, or in a deep-sea diver's suit?)

Tell us a little bit about your writing method!
Anne: I am a pantser. My Long-Suffering Editrix®has been trying to cure me of it, but I see the outlines we do in our coaching sessions and they make me twitch. I lost all motivation to write. So I basically have thrown them out and now I’m just writing. It is going much better. I listen to classical music generally and I also work in silence. If there are words in the music I get too distracted. I’ve worked at home in my design company for 20+ years, so I get up and go through my routine (exercise, prayer time, violin practice) and then I settle in to work. Our basement is outfitted as a big office and I work with my husband. I used to write just on weekends but this year I started writing full time. I still design and code, but it’s about 20% of what I do. The rest of the time, I’m writing now. When I write, most of the time I’m on my couch. We have an office in downtown Louisville and sometimes I will run down there and work, too. I write with Scrivener.

What (or who) are your most significant female fantasy influences? Are there any creators whom you dream of working with someday?
Anne: Susan Cooper was a HUGE influence on me. I fell in love with the Dark is Rising series as a child and I still read it every year. People who love the books recite lines of it like a code to each other. The books are magical. Madeleine L’Engle and her books A Wrinkle in Time and A Swiftly Tilting Planet have been big influences, particularly in helping me devise the Lorica. Carol Berg definitely inspires me, her Dust and Light duet. Those ladies are kind of a standard for me, what I’d like my work to mean to others. I think they are amazing.

I’d love to work with any of them, but Madeleine L’Engle, of course, is no longer with us.

What was the last thing you watched on TV and why did you choose to watch it? Alternatively, what games have you enjoyed recently?
Anne: The Order, which I realized was a big academy series. We binged it over the past weekend on Netflix and I just love it. I’m not a big paranormal person but I really liked the characters. They reminded me of Dresden.

The world shifts, and you find yourself with an extra day on your hands during which you're not allowed to write. How do you choose to spend the day?
Anne: I’m not yet 50 years old …but I have four grandchildren. I’d go with the kids and their parents to Kentucky Kingdom or Holiday World, (local amusement parks.) We do this once a year now and it is one of my favorite things to do. The kids are so excited to ride roller coasters and water slides! Throw in a teleport device and we would all go to Universal Studios in Florida. Harry Potter!

Can you tell us a little something about your current work(s) in progress?

Anne: I’m working on Book 2 of the Call of the Lorica. So Dane and Sara have become bonded as faisant and Majister. Sara has won an internship with a design studio that serves Hollywood here in our world while Dane has been taken on a quest for the remaining refrains of the Lorica. So this book is more Dane’s story, about his quest to recover the refrains.

What's the most (and/or least) helpful piece of writing advice you've ever received?
Anne: Put the cat in the oven before you describe the kitchen. There’s a book by that name and it was huge for me! It’s a very good book. Basically it says to make the action happen before you go into a ton of description. I don’t always do that, but I do it a lot more now I’ve read that book.

The least helpful advice was to outline.

Every writer encounters stumbling blocks, be it a difficult chapter, challenging subject matter or just starting a new project. How do you motivate yourself on days when you don't want to write?
Anne: I search image sites for strange or odd landscapes or flowers or trees or what have you. Sometimes I will look for images of my characters. It helps me to think about the story.

If you could visit any country at any point in history, where/when would you go, and why?
Anne: I think I’d really like to see ancient Britain, especially Wales, at the time of Arthur. I’d like to know what really happened.

Who are your favourite female characters in literature or pop culture? And do you have a favourite type of female character you enjoy writing?
Anne: Menolly in the Harper Hall series by Anne McCaffrey and Lessa in the Dragonriders of Pern. Lorelai Gilmore from Gilmore Girls. I love them all.

I like to write sassy, bold, foolish women who learn from their mistakes and grow in wisdom. We are all in process. I like to write about that process. I’m not super interested in Mary Sue types.

Tell us about a book that's excellent, but underappreciated or obscure.
Anne: Gemini Gambit by D. Scott Johnson is amazing. It’s The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo meets Ready Player One. I gush over it because it’s really well done. It’s definitely leaning more to scifi than fantasy, but it’s a great book.

Finally, would you be so kind as to dazzle us with an elevator pitch? Why should readers check out your work?
Anne: Sorrowfish is the story of a sculpting student from Louisville, Kentucky named Sara.

Sara is a hot mess. Her twin sister is in a coma. She’s struggling with sculpture, and she may not graduate. Her best friend, Peter, wants to date. It’s enough to make anyone sleepwalk.

She visits a world where music is magical and stone creatures move. There, she helps Dane, a wizard-luthier, break an ancient curse. It’s a clean fantasy that readers of CS Lewis or Michael J Sullivan will enjoy. It will make you laugh out loud, and It stands alone, though it is the first book in the series.

Sorrowfish (The Call of the Lorica Book 1) 
by Anne C. Miles
August 30, 2019
397 pages
Genre: Fantasy 
Two Worlds. One Fate.

A bard. A wizard...and a college student from Kentucky.

Sara Moore is having crazy dreams. Gryphon and dragon crazy.

The scary part? Waking up, with scratches and splinters. Is she losing it because of stress? Her twin sister is in a coma. One more unfinished sculpture will fully tank her grades. Goodbye bachelor's degree, hello failure.

It's enough to make anyone sleepwalk.

Choosing to defy the Conclave, Trystan risks capture and mind control to find a magical lute through a shadow network. Dane meets a sinister stranger and barely escapes with his life. Together, guided by a fae only known as Sara, they will end an ancient curse…or die trying.


"A richly conceived fantasy with a grand emotional payoff." -Kirkus Reviews

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About the Author:
Anne C. Miles, an award-winning author, was born in Chicago Heights, Illinois in 1971. She successfully avoided writing fiction for years by blogging and extensive journaling. However, one day, she logged into a writing site and scribbled. She kept going, and now cannot stop. Her book, Sorrowfish, was named Best Fantasy of 2019 by Indies Today. A chapter within the second book (not yet published) won an honorable mention from the Writers of the Future contest in 2020.

Anne designs and builds websites with her husband and enjoys video games. She was confirmed in the Anglican Church (ACNA, High Anglican) in 2016. When Anne isn't working or writing, she plays violin badly and spoils her grandchildren.

She is hard at work on the next book of her series, The Call of the Lorica.

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Saturday, August 8, 2020

Massive Monsters - What is the Kaiju's Place in Literature? by John Baltisberger + giveaway

Massive Monsters - What is the Kaiju's Place in Literature?
by John Baltisberger

Godzilla is one of the most famous monsters in the entire world. He has reigned as the king of monsters on the big screen, cartoons, and comic books. (We won't mention the video games). But are Godzilla movies 'horror' movies. And how would a giant monster truly fit into the literary world?

Godzilla (1954) was an incredible film, full of despair and the full realization that the threat of radiation and nuclear weapons was ever-present. Godzilla, was terrifying because he represented the specter of Japan's powerlessness in the face of the nuclear bomb, as well as the crippling of their rights as a nation after WWII. It is about the dangers of an arms race and the loss of humanity that must go hand in hand with developing horrifying weapons.

Many of the movies that followed lost the nuance of these monsters as parables, either ignoring the idea altogether in favor of a giant monster melee, or being so obvious as to be cartoonish and garish (I'm looking at your Hedorah). These fights were are are much beloved, including by me, the spectacle of giant monsters fighting filling the silver screen fills me with adrenaline, it allowed Godzilla, and his cohorts in Gamera and the Ultraman mythologies to all flourish. Beneath these fights, there is always some sort of message. Some lesson to learn, but it's often drowned out by explosions and, let's be honest, for many of us, bad dubbing.

Shin-Godzilla changed that. The movie has action, sure, but Godzilla is the lone giant monsters, and spends much of the movie standing still and resting, or just moving forward. The action is on the red tape and panic of the Japanese government. The contrast between the older generation maintaining status quo and the younger who seek to make Japan better. All the while the rest of the world threatens Japan with nuclear weapons if they cannot stop the Kaiju. It is an amazing film and deserves every award it has received.

This is where the kaiju fits into literature. Yes, it's a set piece of action against which our protagonists can flee or try to fight. But to truly to the strange beasts justice you have to remember their original purpose: parable. Kaiju should be used to represent some implacable danger, something that man cannot fight with weapons or military. Something that, without some type of adaption. The kaiju is a force of nature that must be addressed by changing as a species. That, in my opinion, is the kaiju's place in modern horror.

Blood & Mud 
by John Baltisberger
June 20, 2020
102 pages
Genre: Jewish Kaiju Horror
Austin Poet and author, John Baltisberger, (ARTIFICE OF FLESH, THE CONFIGURATION DISCORDANT) makes his St Rooster Books debut with a powerful kaiju novella full of Jewish mysticism, death, and destruction.

When a good man is senselessly murdered during Chicago's Gay pride event, Satan summons a horrifying monster of old, releasing both his anger and the monster in defiance of Heaven and humanity.

BLOOD & MUD includes an essay on Jewish occultism and mythology, revealing the rich tapestry of mystery and history that inspired Baltisberger and this harrowing novella.

About the Author:
John never thought he would write horror or darker fiction, he was planning on writing fantasy. But something about setting all of the occult and fantastical elements of fantasy just behind the backdrop of the modern world appealed to him, and he wanted to introduce the world to the incredible mythology of mythic Judaism.

He spends his time squirreled away fervently working on the next book or engaging in the 'Obliterate the Globe' project, only taking breaks to record episodes of Madness Heart Radio and Wandering Monster, or to eat, or to play with puppies. John lives with his patient and gorgeous wife Desiree, and maniacal and powerful daughter Aziza. You can find him and the project at

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Friday, August 7, 2020

PNR Author Efthalia: Ewe won't believe this... + giveaway

Ewe won’t believe this… A few years ago, I was attending the Romance Writers of Australia Conference and needed shoes, because we always need new shoes. So, I found a pair that was comfy and decided to buy them in two different colors. That evening when hubby came home and was unwinding on the couch, I put on one of each color, then came out and asked him what he thought of the my new acquisition. He took one look at my shoe clad feet then looked up at me, “Couldn’t you have at least bought them in the same color?”

I was on the floor laughing. When I managed to control the laughter, I told him that I bought two pairs of the same shoes in different colors. Mind you I had said that I bought two pairs of shoes before I said, “I’ll show you my new shoes.” For fun I wrote to New Idea, a women’s magazine in Australia that has a section for funny stories. I won $25 for that entry. It was just one of those moments.

PHANTASIA: A Bad Day On Olympus (Phi Athanatoi Series Book Two)
by Efthalia
May 19, 2020
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
ISBN: 978-0648785422 (print)
ISBN: 9780648785408 (e-book)
Number of pages: 327
Cover Artist: Lee Hyat
She’s following Zeus’ orders. He’s struggling to protect her. Is love their biggest weakness or their best hope for saving the world?

Torn apart by separate missions, can their love survive an impending apocalypse?

Demigod ex-cop Carissa Alkippes is hellbent on clearing her father’s name. But when she’s sidetracked into saving Zeus’ life, she’s forced into a dangerous mission to locate missing deities. To find them, she must face a horde of bloodthirsty demons.

Xen Lyson shouldn’t dwell on Carissa when he’s supposed to be stopping demons from feasting on humanity. But the sexy vampire worries her solitary journey to Olympus will put her in grave danger. And with absent gods causing devastating natural disasters, he must trust her father, Ares, to keep her safe.

With every mortal sphere at risk, Carissa races to retrieve a magical codex believed to hold the key to defeating her enemy. And when Xen discovers the true source of the threat, saving both humans and gods will put his own immortality in jeopardy.

In between battling Titans, gods, missing keys, and baklava can Carissa and Xen summon the power to conquer the sinister foe and return to each other’s arms?

Xen’s personal gymnasium had been designed to take the brunt of rough exercise. His Phi Athanatoi, a warrior group of vampires and werewolves who protected mankind, usually trained there. Tonight, though, this space belonged to Carissa and her father - Ares. She rubbed her ass for the twentieth time, the exact number of times she’d been thrown in their kung fu practice. Each time she hit the mat like a piece of tangled spaghetti. Her father had appeared when they returned from her visit with her yiayia. Perfect timing or coincidence? She couldn’t decide. She had yet to fill in her father on what she had discussed with Yiayia. It would have to wait until after they finished his so-called test of her ability to fight and use her power of compulsion. Yes, she had power but she had no idea how to control it.

“Focus, kori mou.” Ares brushed a few sweaty locks from his forehead.

“It’s a little tough to do that if you are in the air every minute.” She pushed up to her elbows from her current starfish landing. Her energy would be depleted soon; her fuel gauge pointed to empty.

“Your mind controls the power.” Ares held out his hand. Her fingers closed around his. A flow of energy danced between them. Recognition. Daughter to Father.

“I thought you said when you returned, we’d be paying Olympus a visit.”

“I need to know that you can call forth your power in a crisis situation.” He pulled her up to her feet. “You’ll be walking into the lion’s den. All they will see is a tasty morsel.”

“How is tossing me around like pasta training me?”

“Now, use your power of compulsion.” His hands darted to her neck, “Stop me.” He commanded, his fingers tightening, tightening, tightening around her throat.

Time froze, expanded, flipped to a moment in a warehouse where a demon had his claws around her throat. Her life’s essence slowly extinguishing. Death had been close. Now it was her father’s hold that choked her.

She spotted Kane, Xen’s trusted right-hand man and wolf, holding Xen back. A roar cracked and vibrated through the air. She had to summon her power.

Her gaze collided with her father’s. In the depth of his chocolate-colored eyes, she saw flares of fire. Fire spiked and tingled through her body. Somewhere in a deep chamber of her mind, she took control. “Release me.” The words a soft command.

His grip loosened, his hands falling away.

She coughed to stabilize her breathing. The air around her shifted, and Xen had her in his arms before she could swallow her next bit of air.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t pierce my xiphos through your heart, Ares?”

“Relax, vampire. I wasn’t going to harm my daughter.”

“Your practice sessions leave my woman battered and bruised every time.” Xen inspected Carissa’s throat. “I’ve been patient enough with all your methods. It ends here. There will be no more.”

“Xen, it’s okay. I’m okay.” Carissa tried to defuse the argument between god and immortal before it got messy.

“My daughter is right. If you weren’t in such a fit of rage, you would have seen that she compelled me to stop with a whisper.

“Whether she stopped you or not, that was going too far.” He removed his hands from around Carissa and closed the distance to Ares in two strides.

Carissa watched the nose to nose scene in slow-mo. She could see only one outcome in this - Xen hurt.

About the Author:
Efthalia lives in Sydney, Australia.
Her passion for writing was cultivated by the stories her mother told her as a child. At school she often day-dreamt of exciting new worlds where the heroine had super-powers and would save the day. Her teachers told her on a regular basis to stop making up her own words. That flaw is now her super-power. Making up words, characters and worlds is all part of fiction writing and something she loves doing.
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Thursday, August 6, 2020

Excerpt: The Patience of a Deadman by Michael Clark + giveaway

Welcome to the blog tour for chilling novel, The Patience of a Dead Man by Michael Clark. Today we have an excerpt for you, and a chance to win a fantastic giveaway! Read on, if you dare! 

The Patience of a Deadman 
by Michael Clark
April 15, 2019
Genre: Horror/ Paranormal *Author has described it as more "chilling than gory."
390 pages

He just spent everything on a house in disrepair, but he didn’t know someone was waiting inside.

Tim Russell just put his last dollar on a handyman’s dream; a quaint but dilapidated farmhouse in New Hampshire. Newly single after a messy divorce, his plan is to live in the house as he restores it for resale. To his horror, as soon as the papers are signed and his work starts, ghosts begin to appear. A bone-white little boy. A woman covered in flies. Tim can’t afford to leave and lose it all, so he turns to his real estate agent Holly Burns to help him decide whether he has any shot at solving his haunted problem. Can they solve the mystery before he loses his investment…or maybe his life?

CHAPTER ONE: Henry’s Demise
November 29th, 1965

The sun was low in the sky on another perfect New Hampshire day. Henry Smith had just washed and brushed his favorite horse just inside the old red barn. The workday was over until something caught his eye…something out beyond the pond, way out in the field. He walked toward the front of the house and stood there for a few seconds, scanning the tree line where he thought he might have seen her.

It had looked to Henry like the woman they would see from time to time at the corner of the property, cutting across the field into the woods. The closest neighbors were more than a mile away. Henry knew them, and this woman did not look familiar.

The truth was there was no explanation why the woman made frequent appearances way out here for the past few years. All of the neighbors had their own meadows full of wild grapes and blueberries, not to mention pumpkins. Why come here? Then he got to thinking: It was time to select the annual Christmas tree. Why not kill two birds with one stone? He went back to the barn, grabbed the hatchet and set off down the front lawn past the stone wall and headed toward the far left corner of the field. One hundred yards later, he turned left into the forest.

He had known about the overgrown grove since they bought the place, but he was still enamored by it. If this grove had been tended to over the years, I’d have my tree already. I’d just chop it down, and after a relatively short drag back to the house, I’d be done.

The grove started about thirty yards into the wild forest, fully on Smith property. The Christmas trees gone wild had become towering spruce and of course, too far gone for holiday use. They were all at least forty feet tall, more or less, and grew in perfect symmetrical rows. In and around the grove in odd spots however, were random wild spruce that could pass for Christmas trees if you looked hard enough.

Henry made his way through the first few yards of the wild forest, and as always, all at once, the grove opened up in front of his eyes. He was fond of this place. It was hidden, and then it was in your face. And if you were here, it was yours and yours alone for the moment, like being lost in the hallways of an empty mansion. He angled his path to cut through the many rows, moving diagonally and to the right, deeper into the woods. Where’d she go?

He passed more rows than planned, and before he knew it, he could see the man-made symmetry coming to an end at the border of the congested wild forest. More and more rogue trees had claimed odd spots here-- a near-even mixture of man and nature. The forest floor here wasn’t just spruce needles like the rest of the grove; leaves from all sorts of trees had drifted in over the years, leaving piles of natural mulch.

The briars were thick, and behind them, undisturbed forest. Nestled inside the briars and brush were two high mounds of leaves that had collected for decades. They seemed artificially high as if they covered something. At first, Henry thought it might be a section of stone wall, but the stone wall in this forest also happened to be the property line, and he was sure he was still a ways from that.

As he closed in, he realized the two piles were each nearly waist-high. A section of gray stone peered out from under twisting vines that had caught years of falling leaves, revealing something several shades lighter than anything naturally occurring.

Gravestones, he recognized. Thirty-one years living here and I didn’t know… He looked down at his hatchet, wishing it was a pair of pruning shears. The briars proved well prepared to protect their long-held secret, but Henry’s curiosity was powerful. He forged ahead, hacking and flattening the bases of the sharp plants so that getting back out wouldn’t be the same battle it was going in.

As soon as he broke through the last of the thorns, he put down the hatchet, dropped to his knees and began to clear the dead leaves and ivy. The stones were crooked from years of heaving frosts but remained steady as he worked. There was a large one on the left and a smaller one on the right.

There was so much moss they were illegible. Concentrating on the left one, Henry scraped gently at the space he estimated the epitaph would be. After three or four moments of gentle effort, he had cleared the top two engraved lines. The first, in smaller letters, read: “Here lies.” The second line, where the person’s name should appear, was taller than the first--but he couldn’t quite make out the inscription.

Then, a twig snapped. Henry looked around, attempting to focus in the dark; it must be her; time to meet the stranger. He looked back, down the near-perfect aisle of spruce. It was all shadows and night had finally fallen. He squinted and took off his glasses, trying to catch a better glance.

She stood there in the dark--the mystery woman in the long dress. All he could make out was her silhouette; her pale white hands were holding what might be a bouquet, and her hair was pinned up, worn away from her neck. It was as unkempt as the woods behind her, strands and bunches pushing out in odd directions.

And there was a smell.

There are many unpleasant odors on a farm, but Henry recognized this as the smell of something unmistakably dead. Like the time a mouse died inside the wall of their bedroom. It was decay, and it was coming from her.

About the Author:
Michael Clark was raised in New Hampshire and lived in the house The Patience of a Dead Man is based. The bats really circled the rafters of the barn all day long, and there really was a grove hidden in the forest. He now lives in Massachusetts with his wife Josi and his dog Bubba. The Patience of a Dead Man, Dead Woman Scorned & Anger is an Acid are his first three novels. 

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Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Book Review: Balthazar’s Bane (Gaslamp Gothic, #6) by Kat Ross + giveaway

Balthazar’s Bane (Gaslamp Gothic, #6)by Kat Ross
July 31st 2020
Published by: Acorn Publishing
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal, Retelling
A bungled murder.
A ridiculous quest.

And a hero with extremely dodgy credentials.

Christmas 1889. Count Balthazar Jozsef Habsburg-Koháry tries to lead a simple life.

Oh, he enjoys a few hobbies.

Collecting ancient Egyptian artifacts. Hunting necromancers with a wire garrote. Impersonating dead Hungarian nobility. Seducing an endless string of women who never suspect the price of the count’s attentions.

But considering what Balthazar used to be like, these pursuits are harmless. And surely he deserves a reward for assassinating the elusive necromancer John Mortlake in the middle of Cairo’s teeming bazaar. What could be better than a holiday cruise up the Nile with his secretary Lucas Devereaux?

There’s just one thing that might ruin his mood.

If, for example, someone stole the talisman that’s kept him alive for two thousand years.

That would really suck.

Unfortunately for Balthazar, he just killed the wrong necromancer – one with a vengeful daughter and huge debts to some very shady djinn. To get his mojo back, he and Lucas must find a legendary sword and liberate a desert kingdom of magical misfits. For centuries, the people of Al Miraj have sought a valiant champion willing to face the wrath of the arch demon Fulad-zereh!

What they get is Balthazar.

But the gods always did like a good joke.

Kat Ross continues to utterly impress with everything she writes. I’m currently deeply invested in both her Gaslamp Gothic and Lingua Magika series. Balthazar’s Bane, the sixth installment in Gaslamp Gothic, entranced me from start to finish. I understand Balthazar is a character featured in another of Ross’s series, however, I was best acquainted with him in Dead Ringer (Gaslamp Gothic #5)

Count Balthazar Jozef Habsburg-Koháry is a counterfeit count with a Dorian Gray-esque ability to retain his youth. Befitting Balthazar’s appetites, he siphons life essence from his sexual partners during their climax via a powerful talisman. When a mysterious woman seduces the seducer and absconds with the talisman, a chain of events forces Balthazar and his long-suffering secretary Lucas Devereaux to travel to the mythical desert kingdom Al Miraj. Balthazar becomes the kingdom’s reluctant champion in a battle against a powerful demon holding a centuries-long grudge. 

Balthazar’s Bane is a delightful adventure story with plenty of action and intrigue. The setting and scope of the story are deeply imaginative and descriptive. Balthazar is a likable antihero whose questionable choices lead to questionable paths. His charm, however, is irresistible. The peripheral characters wonderfully support Balthazar in his quest. There is something for every reader in this epic tale. What I adore about this series is Ross’s adept ability to shift perspective from book to book. She lets characters and storylines simmer while treating readers to a whole set of figures and adventures. This grants an enjoyable, rare richness to the series. I eagerly anticipate the next installment in Gaslamp Gothic.

Five Sheep

Bianca Greenwood

About the Author:
Kat Ross worked as a journalist at the United Nations for ten years before happily falling back into what she likes best: making stuff up. She’s the author of the Fourth Element and Fourth Talisman fantasy series, the Gaslamp Gothic paranormal mysteries, and the dystopian thriller Some Fine Day. She loves myths, monsters and doomsday scenarios. Check out Kat’s Pinterest page for the people, places and things that inspire her books.

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