An original story from Liquid Silver Books author, Darragha Foster

Please read Chapters One, Two, and Three if you haven’t already.

Prince Hlini, or Lin, for short, is a man’s man. He enjoys riding, archery and killing animals in days-long hunts with his courtiers. He is also royal pain in the ass—literally. His voyeuristic and sodomite penchants have kept him much too busy to find a suitable wife in which to sprout his noble seed—because it’s safer to make love to page boys and stable-hands than it is to possibly produce a child who will someday poison you to usurp your throne. Prince Lin also suffers from a tad bit of paranoia. There is one woman whose tremendous beauty (and delicious potatoes) has caught his eye…Sigyn of the garden corner. But greeting her from horseback is about as close as he’s ever been.

Sigyn is the daughter of the village witch and the village undertaker. She is of the lowest caste in the kingdom, for she works on her knees in the dirt, mixing in compost created by her father from the burning of the kingdom’s dead. Still…she has the most successful vegetable stall in the realm. People come from far and wide to buy her fruit and veg. With strength, beauty and a height most women will never see, Sigyn could have many suitors—all lower class, uneducated dirt-farmers. She wants more from life. She wants to be king.

Eventide… a gratis lectori salutem (free to the readers) e-tale by Darragha Foster about that magic time between the end of day and the beginning of night. Beware the mist, the call of the geese and horny wood-wives.

Warning: If you’re familiar with Darragha’s work, you know this story will contain sex, violence, and all-around… quirkiness. If you’re not familiar with Darragha’s work…

And now the fourth chapter of Eventide…

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So I begged BAM to do a guest author blog. Well actually, I asked but I would have begged. [Bam: I do enjoy it when people beg me. Shuzluva refers to me as Mini Kim Jong Il.]

I also asked her was there anything particular I should write about and she suggested “write about your process of writing.”

Which meant I had to sit down and say, “I have a process?” And I figured out I do have a process! Yay for me. I consider myself a combination plotter and pantser with emphasis on the pants’ side.

It all starts with the idea. I start asking myself, “What if.?”

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So Marc and I saw the new Rambo on Sunday, right before dinner. Man. We were eating lunch and he asked me, “What do you want to do today?”

I said, “We can watch the new Rambo movie.”

I swear to Science, his eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning and I told him I got him an Xbox 360 AND a PS3 AND a Wii. AND the privilege to do what no one has done before: Pop my anal cherry. While I’m making out with Monica Belluci. Then he looked at me warily. “Why?” he asked. “I thought I would have to beg and promise to buy you something incredible to get you to watch it with me. I had imagined lots of begging. Lots. What made you change your mind?”

I shrugged. “Heard it was awesome.”

It was awesome. Violence against brown people. Outright misogyny. Violence against little brown people. Disgusting, horribly biased, ugly prejudice against said little brown people, one of whom looked disturbingly like my uncle. Terrible acting. Even worse dialogue. GRATUITOUS VIOLENCE THAT MAKES ZERO SENSE. And yet… I was blown away. I was shell-shocked for hours. Behold.

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Image source: Slash Film and Marc (the link was attached to this: “I love you. Thought you should know”)

I’ve been in a reading rut lately. I’ve been doing so much un-fun reading for work and school, that fun-fun reading doesn’t seem appealing to me anymore. Okay, I will admit I’ve been reading a lot of graphic novels, but only because there are pictures in them. I haven’t read a single romance— except for a re-read of an all-time favorite classic, Crimson Obsession by Deanna James (does anyone know if she even writes anymore?)— and werewolves and vampires and dragons? Meh. But I was browsing Amazon the other night and found this:

And the blurb—

When new music teacher Ali Mather enters Jeanne Cross’s quiet suburban life, she brings a jolt of energy that Jeanne never expected. Ali has a magnetic personality and looks to match, drawing attention from all quarters. Nonetheless, Jeanne and Ali develop a friendship based on their mutual vulnerabilities. THE LIAR’S DIARY is the story of Ali and Jeanne’s friendship, and the secrets they both keep.

A chilling tour of troubled minds, THE LIAR’S DIARY questions just how far you’ll go for your family and what dark truths you’d be willing to admit—even to yourself.

No werewolves, no vampires (what enters her house “when she is not at home”? Man, it better not be werewolves. Or vampires. Or aliens). But my first thought was, “Ewww, women’s fiction!” [Side note: Can anyone tell me why I seem to have this weird bias against women’s fiction? I’m a woman. I like fiction. Why don’t I like them? (Women’s fiction, that is. Not women. I love women. Women are awesome. But crazy. And yet awesome.)] But this line, “her fear that someone has been entering her house when she is not at home” really sent a chill down my spine. Holy shit. Is it all in her head? Is it for real? I’m biting my nails already. Naturally, I just had to buy it even though I just spent a GILLION BAZILLION dollars at the hospital. Universal Healthcare, I am soooooo ready for you.

Anyway, I hope this book is good. That would at least make the whole eating-ramen-noodles-for-a-week thing worth it.

Update: Oh, lookeeee! It even has a book trailer on YouTube! Man, if I ever get a book trailer done, I hope Jane and Ned will agree to do it. Their video reviews are BRILLIANT.

An original story from Liquid Silver Books author, Darragha Foster

Please read Chapters One and Two if you haven’t already.

Prince Hlini, or Lin, for short, is a man’s man. He enjoys riding, archery and killing animals in days-long hunts with his courtiers. He is also royal pain in the ass—literally. His voyeuristic and sodomite penchants have kept him much too busy to find a suitable wife in which to sprout his noble seed—because it’s safer to make love to page boys and stable-hands than it is to possibly produce a child who will someday poison you to usurp your throne. Prince Lin also suffers from a tad bit of paranoia. There is one woman whose tremendous beauty (and delicious potatoes) has caught his eye…Sigyn of the garden corner. But greeting her from horseback is about as close as he’s ever been.

Sigyn is the daughter of the village witch and the village undertaker. She is of the lowest caste in the kingdom, for she works on her knees in the dirt, mixing in compost created by her father from the burning of the kingdom’s dead. Still…she has the most successful vegetable stall in the realm. People come from far and wide to buy her fruit and veg. With strength, beauty and a height most women will never see, Sigyn could have many suitors—all lower class, uneducated dirt-farmers. She wants more from life. She wants to be king.

Eventide… a gratis lectori salutem (free to the readers) e-tale by Darragha Foster about that magic time between the end of day and the beginning of night. Beware the mist, the call of the geese and horny wood-wives.

Warning: If you’re familiar with Darragha’s work, you know this story will contain sex, violence, and all-around… quirkiness. If you’re not familiar with Darragha’s work…

And now the third chapter of Eventide…

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