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Friday, July 28, 2017

Book Review: Souls Fall (The Soul Wars: Book 2) by J.D. Blackrose + excerpt

Souls Fall (The Soul Wars: Book 2)
by J.D. Blackrose
July 27, 2017
Pages: 119
Book 2 of the stunning new fantasy series The Soul Wars, this novella continues the action begun in Souls Collide.

A visit from the obnoxious Simon Whitleigh, a representative of the Vampire U.S. Assembly, reveals how far Gaspard’s enemies will go to in order to remove Gaspard from influence and power. Meanwhile, Kara meets an interesting neighbor who must be handled with care.

The Soul Wars novella series is a new series of short novels, similar to BookShots. Souls Fall is the second in the series by urban fantasy author J.D. Blackrose.

Gaspard and Kara return in book 2 of the Soul Wars series with Souls Fall. The novella’s that make up the Soul Wars series are short, easy reads but with a great story line. Each book focuses on one story that connects to the previous book and doesn’t overwhelm you.

A seethe from the Northeast region has arrived and they appear to have an agenda. Simon, who represents the Vampire Assembly is requesting that Kara consult for his region for a month’s time. Things quickly spiral out of control and there seems to be more going on than meets the eye.

The chemistry between Gaspard and Kara is interesting and I hope that it is examined more closely in the next book.

Review: Souls Collide (The Soul Wars: Book 1) 

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Rikassa, normally surefooted, skidded on the loose ground and almost pitched Kara headfirst. Rikassa righted herself, raced forward, and plunged headlong back into the marsh, unerringly heading toward the mansion grounds. Kara slipped off Rikassa, so as not to hit her head on branches, and splashed behind her mount. The horse whinnied, and the horses in Gaspard’s barn whinnied in response, sensing her anxiety. Kara stopped a moment to catch her breath and get her bearings, knee deep in swamp muck. It was only then that she saw the white sign, hanging askew from one nail on a large bald cypress tree, practically swallowed by Spanish moss but still readable. “No Entrance! This means you! Fear your death!”

Someone must have put that up there to keep trespassers out of Gaspard’s land, Kara thought. The sign was ridiculously dramatic. Gaspard wouldn’t hurt anyone for wandering on his land by mistake, and he most certainly wouldn’t kill them. She reconsidered for a moment, revised her opinion, and spoke out loud to her horse. “Okay, he might kill someone, but it would be for a very good reason, and after a lot of thought. I wonder who put up that sign?”

The horse shivered, her withers shaking and her tail swishing in unease, letting Kara know that she didn’t care about the sign and it was time to go. Kara led Rikassa away from the bank, comforting her with her hands and voice until they reached the barn. Usually, Rikassa didn’t sleep in the barn, but they both smelled bad and the horse needed a bath and brushing. Horse first, myself later. It was one of the first things her sister Valkyries taught her when she was brought into Odin’s service.

As she tended to her horse, a niggling thought squirmed its way to the forefront of her brain. That overly dramatic No Entrance sign hadn’t been facing the swamp to keep people out of Gaspard’s land. It had been facing inward, warning Gaspard’s guests and residents not to enter the wetlands at that spot. Whatever that creature was, it must be a killer.

About the Author:

J.D. Blackrose is the fantasy pen name of Joelle Reizes. She loves all things storytelling and celebrates great writing by posting about it on her website,

When not writing, Blackrose lives with three children, an enormous orange cat, her husband and a full-time job in Corporate Communications. She’s fearful that so-called normal people will discover exactly how often she thinks about wicked fairies, nasty wizards, homicidal elevators, and the odd murder. As a survival tactic, she has mastered the art of looking interested.

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