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Monday, May 16, 2016

Jeffrey Stagg Guest Post: How to take care of a Warwolf + Giveaway

How to take care of a Warwolf

My name is Jeffrey Stagg and I am the author of A Campfire Nightmare. First, let me take a second to thank I Smell Sheep for allowing me to feature a guest blog on their site and also giving me a chance to write about a subject that I doubt many people reading my book would ever think about. I am going to tell you how to take care of a Warwolf.

For those who don’t know, Warwolves are like werewolves, except with minor characteristic differences. Warwolves stand between 7 to 8 and a half feet tall and weigh hundreds of pounds. They also have short, nubby tails not long bushy tails like werewolves. They are one hundred percent killing machines that don’t really think, having less intelligence than a normal dog. They are very instinctual, following an alpha.

Now, if you were foolish enough to try and keep one as a pet (I don’t recommend it), here is how you’d take care of it. First of all, you can’t just have one. They have a pack sensibility, so, you’ll either have to own a couple of them or you’ll need to try and get it used to other animals as part of their pack… generally, this will lead to you having to buy new pets on a daily basis after the Warwolf tears them to shreds.

Beware of those claws and teeth! Warwolves are highly aggressive, carnivorous beasties that generally survive on a diet of: humans, deer, elk and practically anything that bleeds. My recommendation is to feed them while you keep them caged up in a pen made of iron bars five to six feet thick. Now, as you approach the Warwolf with its meal, remember, they want live food so that’s going to be fun. Do you have some relatives you absolutely don’t like? They will be perfect! Send them down to meet “Fluffy”, “Pookie”, or whatever you named it! The Warwolf will take care of the rest.

Once fed, you need to take your Warwolf out on a walk. Warwolves are super sensitive to light, so jaunts in the daytime are pretty prohibited. Unless you want to see you wolf’s eyes burn and the wolf practically char from the inside out. Not saying it would be a bad thing, but, it’s your pet, you do what you want with it. After the walk, you should bathe your new found pet. Might I suggest in a room completely sealed off and filling it with water, straight to the top! Give it two or three hours and your pet should be nice and clean.

If you haven’t gotten the point yet, when it comes to caring for Warwolves, overall, don’t even try. They’re psychotic killing machines that are hard to take down even if you’re a Dawn Treader or Night Stalker. They’re not your typical house pet. I’d stick to something a little less dangerous like a great white shark, rabid mountain lion or a chimpanzee with a loaded gun.



A Campfire Nightmare (Nightmare Series Book One)
by Jeffrey Stagg
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Stagg Literature, LLC
March 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1517744441
ASIN: B01CRQKFZO
Number of pages: 344
Word Count: 117,824
IN AGES PAST, the Flathead Native Americans fought a war against a monstrous force that stalks the woods surrounding Flathead Lake. So says William Rox, legendary musician and director of the prestigious Colman’s Amateur Music Program, known as CAMP.

Jimmy Downs is thrilled to be attending CAMP—or he would be, if he weren’t being bullied by campers who seem to think wealth can buy talent. Jimmy doesn’t have money, but he can drum like no one else. As for the bullies, at least his best friend, Michael Munday, is with him. The two have had each other’s backs all of their lives.

But bullies are about to become the least of Jimmy’s worries. Dark, hulking figures begin surrounding the woods around camp…figures that bear more than a passing resemblance to Rox’s campfire stories.

Jimmy and Michael are about to become players in a very old war—assuming they survive.



PROLOGUE

The black-cloaked figure knelt by the lake, examining the muddy soil. A great northern storm had rolled through hours ago, but the air was still frigid. Waves crashed against the stony shore, waterdrops splashing up against his waterproof black covering.

His fingers traced along the print clearly pressed into the mud. It was a large paw print, something like the shape of a wolf’s but the size of a bear’s. He examined the mark on the ground and then moved to where he should have found the creature’s front paws, but not surprisingly, he instead found what appeared to be humanlike handprints, with long, triangular fingernails jutting out from the tip of each finger. The cloaked man placed his own right hand within the print, knowing that the muddy outline was easily twice the size of his own pale hand.

His left hand tightened around the shaft of his bow as he stood up.

Even though it was nearing one in the morning, his eyes clearly made out the many prints that had been made throughout this particular clearing.

He had warned the other guardian that something was going on.

“Why so many?” the man asked aloud as he pulled down the hood of his cloak. “There shouldn’t be this many here anymore.”

“What’s that?” a British man’s voice called from the darkness.

A flashlight’s beam bobbed through the trees, weaving back and forth until it fell upon the pale man’s form. The man lifted one of his hands to block his sensitive eyes from the somewhat dim beam. He indicated the soil in front of him that marked the passing of their quarries.

“A pack,” the pale man told his companion, moving the tip of his weapon to indicate how many individual creatures had passed through there. “You should keep the camp closed this year.”

“No,” the huge British man answered, snapping his response a little more testily than he had wanted. “It needs to be open. You know just as well as I do that we need to stay open.”

“Even at the risk of the lives of hundreds of people?”

His companion stepped forward and jammed a double-edged longsword into the ground as he examined the pathway. The flashlight was a head lamp, mounted with a pair of bands that wrapped around his head. As his head shifted from one set of prints to another, a feeling of anger began flooding into his soul.

“I need you to thin out this pack. You can shoot the sods from afar, and with that horse of yours, you’ll be able to stay ahead of them.”

“I can do that,” the pale man agreed, pulling his hood back up, still watching the back of the big man.

“There’s something going on this year that we don’t understand quite yet,” the British man told his friend, standing up and pulling the sword from the moistened ground. “Something feels different. It feels wrong…and right at the same time.”

“Maybe the legends are true, and the natives’ stories are coming to pass,” the archer suggested, beginning to stroll into a particularly dark portion of the forest, his fingers tightening on the dark wood of his bow as he disappeared into the night.

Finding himself alone, the swordsman stood and peered up into the sky at the bright round moon hanging in the air, twinkling stars engulfing the night. This was Big Sky Country, and it was true to its name. His eyes searched the heavens, hoping that an answer would reveal itself.

He let out a huff of hot breath, and the air clouded before his flashlight dimming the light slightly.

Shaking his head and turning to stare at the spot where his companion had disappeared, he whispered to himself, “I hope not. We’re not ready for them yet.”

As his words disappeared into the night like his breath, a clear rumbling sound thundered through the night on his left. Reaching down slowly, he drew his sword once more, its silver blade sparkling with the light of the moon.

“God above, keep me safe that I might be able to open the camp.”

The rocky growl turned into a mix of a scream and a roar as the furry eight-foot monstrosity leaped at the man, humanlike hands reaching out with razor claws. Swinging the sword out wide, the man pivoted to meet the demon in the darkness
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About the Author:
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Jeffrey was born in Ogden, Utah in 1989. Born to a podiatrist from Utah and a rancher's daughter from Montana. Stagg was able travel throughout his childhood finding solace and inspiration in the wild.

His interest in nature has made Stagg realize that the melding of natural world with magic was where he could excel. To keep ideas alive, Stagg is an avid nature photographer, imagining book scenes wherever he travels.

While attending Weber State University, Stagg was able to work as an artisan cheese maker for the award winning Beehive Cheese Co. in Ogden, Utah. It was there that the details of A Campfire Nightmare came together. During the 5 years he was employed at Beehive, Stagg has created story lines for many series he is in the process of writing.

Now, Stagg works as an educator and works with students in reading and writing. Encouraging those around him to spend more time in books.


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26 comments:

  1. thank you for the chance to win

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  2. Sounds like an interesting read! Thanks!

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    1. I hope you enjoy it and found this as amusing to read as it was to write.
      Take care!

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  3. I enjoyed reading the guest post and learning more about this book. This book sounds like quite an interesting read. Looking forward to checking out this book.

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    1. Thank you! I hope you enjoy it and share your thoughts about it. I enjoyed writing this guest blog, it made me laugh and really think about warwolves.
      Thanks for the comment

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    1. Thank you! I appreciate the thoughts and hope you find other posts during my tour as interesting!
      Thanks for commenting!

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  5. I liked the prologue and look forward to finding out if the rest of the book is as good.

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    1. I hope you read it and share your thoughts! Coming up on the blog tour will be many different writings and pieces you mind find insightful. I hope you will enjoy them!
      Thanks for commenting!

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  6. Hey guys, Thanks for showing interest. I hope you thought that was enough to catch an interest. I'm actually going to be writing comments on her if you have any questions about the book!

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  7. Sounds like an interesting read.

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    1. Thank you! For more information on my book, you can check out my website or follow along on the tour.

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  8. It was very interesting learning about warwolves.

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    1. Thank you, I hope you follow along with my other posts and learn more about the book and warwolves. They have a secret that few people know about.
      Thanks for commenting!

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  9. I knew some of the things warwolves need, but I'm glad you filled in the blanks. :-)
    sherry @ fundinmental

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    1. I thought this would be a fun subject. As soon as I Smell Sheep suggested it, I started laughing. I figured trying to take care of warwolf would be funny since I think they're terrifying even though I made them!

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  10. Looks like a great read. Thank you for sharing!

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  11. Sounds like a very interesting book.

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  12. Thanks Everyone for the interest!
    I enjoy the comments so much. If any of you have any questions for me or want to discuss anything about writing Urban Fantasy, I would be more than happy to talk with you!

    Take Care
    Jeffrey Stagg

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  13. you post made giggle. I can just see me sending some of my relatives to meet pookie rofl. I love that cover

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    1. Hahaha! Thank you Pamk!
      I stand by my words. Warwolves are vicious monstrosities. If anyone follows along with my books they'll know why.

      Here's my last good description of a warwolf's personality: Twinkle Twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are. A warwolf is not like the dolphin Flipper, it's more like trying to touch a running wood chipper. (of course, you have to sing that as if it's twinkle twinkle little star)
      As you can see, I really like my warwolves.

      Take care!

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  14. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR BOOK AND THANKS FOR THE GIVEAWAY! SHELLEY S. calicolady60@hotmail.com

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  15. From the prologue, I got a good feel of the author's sense of the humor. I like his tongue in cheek approach.

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    1. Hahaha Oh, I'm glad you get a sense of my humor.
      I hope it peaked your interest in it.
      My humor, thankfully, does stretch into the book with the boys.

      Thank you for commenting Sue!

      Jeffrey Stagg

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