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I've locked in release dates for Dronish - 25th March 2015. At this stage no plans on a preorder, but if that changes I'll let you know :)
And I have a new series that I'm set to release book 1 on 3rd February 2015. And it will contain chapter 1 and a tiny slice of chapter 2 of Dronish at the end of this new release, so if you want an early sneak peak this is the place to find it :)
Title is -
Dragon Marked (Supernatural Prison #1) this will fall into upper upper YA or NA paranormal romance. I'll release cover and blurb soon :)
About time ...
Friday 2 January 2015
Wednesday 22 October 2014
Nephilius is live!!!
http://www.amazon.com/Nephilius-Walker-Saga-Book-5-ebook/dp/B00OSHNSPU/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1414015335&sr=8-8&keywords=jaymin+eve
It is on Amazon now and will be on all retailers shortly (just have to wait for smashwords to load it across).
Hope you love it!!
It is on Amazon now and will be on all retailers shortly (just have to wait for smashwords to load it across).
Hope you love it!!
Monday 29 September 2014
Welcome to Nephilius - Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Delane
The white
mist rolled in over the flat plains of Neol, the training grounds of the
Nephilius tournament. Delane could feel the cold coating her skin, but her body
remained an even temperature. She endured in her statue-like pose, wings tucked
in at her sides, breathing smooth and both hearts pumping at a steady rate.
She was facing two different flocks at the moment and needed to keep her
wits sharp. There were five flocks on Nephilius: black, red, white, green, and
blue. And they all fell under the banner of Angelica. Each flock was separate
and distinct in their abilities, and the color of their wings dictated where each
belonged.
Red flashed as someone soared in from the side. Delane dropped to the
ground and the shadow passed over her head. She moved and in an instant her
black wings spread out and she used their serrated edges to tear through her
opponent. Flickers of dark maroon blood were a dramatic contrast to their cloud
surroundings. Delane’s pitch-black hair, which was shoulder length, flew around
in an arc as she moved back into fight position.
“Lane! You just tore the hell out of me.”
She heard the exasperated voice of Jesile, her training partner from the
red flock. It was unusual for a black-wing like Delane to be close with any of
the others. But the two females had been friends a long time.
The black flock were the more elite fighters and they were respected but
not really liked; mainly because they governed the five flocks of the Angelica
race. Reds were in general underhanded and manipulative, but Delane had found
Jesile to be trustworthy.
Delane’s eyes shone as she observed her surroundings. The iris of each
eye – which was black and blended into her pupil – reflected back the scene.
She smiled at Jesile when she limped into view. Her friend had a large gash
down one of her wing planes, but it was already starting to heal.
The females moved back to back, their wings standing many feet above
their heads. Two males from the white flock were circling them, biding their
time and using the mists to blend in. The white controlled the cool mists and
could use it for very advantageous camouflage. Each of the five flocks had
unique skills.
Delane switched her eyesight across to intense vision, and she was able
to make out the shadows of the other Angelicas within the mist.
“Down and second quadrant to the right.” She barked the order at Jesile.
Simultaneously they hit the ground, rolled two spaces across to the
right and emerged on either side of the whites, who had been creeping closer,
hoping for a surprise attack.
Delane and Jesile formed a high dome with their wings and, spinning
rapidly in a circle, they cut into their opponents, taking their legs out from
under them. The serrated wings were enough to injure an Angelica but not
seriously, so they relied on the strength in their winged muscles to pummel the
whites into the ground, tiring them out for a future attack.
The skirmish lasted for many minutes until the loud horn sounded,
followed by the chime of the harps.
Training was over and it was time to return to their zones.
“Farewell, Lane.” Jesile gave an incline of her head, before turning
away. “See you in the morn.”
Delane saluted before tucking her massive wings against her body and
moving toward the black zone.
The black-winged Angelica fell under the name Gaa. Their ruling council
were situated in the center of a cloud field. From there they discussed events,
tactics and the tournament which was to start in a short while.
Delane was young to be a council member. She had earned her place
through her many accolades, including being champion of the tournament. So now
when she wasn’t fighting she helped with the meetings.
Upon entering the council room, a mist-walled dwelling, Delane sheathed
her weapons and left her armor at the entrance.
“We have big news, Delane.” Her mentor, Galern, with his charcoal-colored
skin and masses of white hair, rushed forward to grasp her hands. “We have an
outsider competing in the tournament for the first time in a millennium,”
Galern continued, tendrils of his hair flying forward as he gestured with large
mannerisms.
Delane paused, before turning to the other ten council members.
“How is this possible? Do we even allow outsiders in? Where do they
stay? They have no flock or territory.”
The oldest of all black-winged Angelica was Steva, a wizened woman with
more opinions than any other Delane had met.
“Of course we let in those who are not from Nephilius. How can we call
ourselves a race of warriors if we are not truly tested? They assure us that
they do not need to stay here for rest. They will just come for the battles.”
“Did they only meet with our council?” Delane’s voice dropped. She
leaned her upper body forward. “And where was I?”
“You were training, Lane,” Galern said. “And we called in
representatives from all five flocks.”
Delane’s features hardened. She was not only the youngest black-winged
council member, but she was also the only one to still battle in the
tournament. Which meant on occasion she missed the meetings.
There didn’t seem to be any point arguing and, if she was honest, Delane
was interested in testing her skills against others. The tournament started in
fourteen eclipses of the sun-cloud, the ball of energy which shifted across
their sky, and she couldn’t wait. It was her favorite time of schedule on
Nephilius. Closely followed by the energy blast and the battle of the demons.
The energy blast: when members of all five flocks sent out their
collective magicks to form the next generation. Their young grew on the Isle of
Birth, emerging from the garden wingless and vulnerable. Two representatives from
each of the flocks tended the young for the first few months, until their wings
developed and their flock membership was revealed.
And the battle of the demons: the first true test of strength on
Nephilius. Upon maturity an Angelica would venture to Stormhaven to battle the
shadowy demon spawn, monsters from mythical time that the Angelica engaged in
long, bloody sagas.
There were ten different lands – cloud masses – on Nephilius. Stormhaven
was one; the Isle of Birth another; five that were the flocks’ territories; Neol,
the tournament grounds; one was empty, its clouds too fragile to support life;
and the last was – “The Isle of Souls.”
Delane focused back on the room when Galern mentioned the souls. The
Angelica had been trying for a long time to lift the curse that plagued their
race. They were long lived but not immortal and, upon final death, their souls
were supposed to be released back to the mother. But for the last thousand
cycles of the sun-cloud, the dead had been trapped on the Isle of Souls. And
they couldn’t figure out how to free them.
“The Walker promised they would look at our souls and see if there was a
way to lift the curse,” Galern continued. “It’s as good a chance as we’ve ever
had. His power was strong and he disappeared into a swirling portal. Things
beyond our knowledge.”
Delane again held back words of protest. The situation with the souls
was fast becoming desperate. The balance on Nephilius had been thrown out, because
the dead should be leaving to be reborn, not trapped on the isle. And in any
situation in nature where the balance was skewed, sooner or later something
happened to right the natural cycle.
“Remind me again what you believe will happen if we don’t free the
souls?” Delane asked her council members.
“The trapped dead will draw the energy of everyone on Nephilius and all
of us will walk in the shadow world with them,” Steva answered without
hesitation.
Delane was still having trouble trusting this. The elder woman was prone
to dramatics, but she was also very wise. So it was hard to know.
“How much time do we have?” Galern asked, his brow furrowed. He was much
more inclined to believe Steva’s word.
“I already feel the draw,” she said, her eyes lifting skyward. “Don’t
you find your energy scattering more frequently? We have less young emerging,
and are weaker in battle. These are the signs from the four prophets of the end
of days.”
The Angelica were trained soldiers, and one thing they did was obey
order. Written at the dawn of their race was the book-of-life. It was filled
with rules and prophesy. Most of them were obscure and open to interpretation.
Often, Delane interpreted their meaning differently to the rest of her race, and
that wasn’t her only abhorration.
She was stronger, faster, and her wings more lethal than those of her brethren.
She knew that she was an anomaly on Nephilius: she was the only Angelica born
of flesh – her mother had somehow grown and birthed her many years before, and
the red council members had reacted to her birth by killing her mother soon
after.
War had almost erupted then, and Delane still wished it had; she held
a grudge against the others for their murderous behavior.
It was lucky she was still a babe when they came for her mother. As a fully
grown Angelica, no one wanted to test Delane, especially if she lost her cool
and released the molten lava of energy inside her. Energy that controlled the
very air that flowed through the cloud lands. Delane often used the air as an
aid in battle. She could see minute details through the vision of air
particles. She could use the air to knock objects away or bring them toward her. She could steal the breath
from an Angelica, but not sufficiently to kill them; there was too much air
available.
“I want to see the Isle of Souls.” Her voice rang out across the space.
“Why?” Galern asked. “What do you hope to achieve?”
“I want to use my senses. It’s one thing to be told something and
another to experience it for yourself.” Delane wondered if her advanced senses
would clue her into something that others had missed.
“Take her, Galern.” Steva waved her hands, already turning away to
consult her charts and pages of prophesy.
Delane’s mentor studied her for a moment before nodding once. “Okay, let
us leave now so we can return and still have plenty of time for your training
before the tournament begins.”
No more words were spoken. Galern simply donned his armor, as did Delane,
and they left the mist-dwelling. And then with a burst of energy her mentor’s powerful
wings extended to the side, and with a few hard thrusts he moved up into the
mists, Delane following closely.
They flew
for many hours. The higher they were from the cloud lands, they clearer the air
was. They crossed over half of the ten lands of Nephilius. Each of the five
flock zones was similar to the one before. The only thing that differentiated
them was the assortment of mist buildings and the colors woven into the outer
areas, colors which matched their wings. The Isle of Birth was quiet, most of
the last group of young had grown their wings and were with their flocks now.
When they reached the junction of the ten lands, Galern turned to the left
and they were over the Isle of Souls. Delane never fatigued, but she knew the
other Angelica would be tiring. They would have to land.
She heard the screams long before she saw them.
The souls were no more than colored mists floating around the cloud
mass, somehow contained, unable to move on to rebirth. Galern descended and she
followed. The souls wrapped around them, but couldn’t do anything to physically
interact.
Delane’s two hearts started to pump harder. There was so much sorrow
here that her body was reacting. Usually she kept a tight control on her
emotions and physical functions, but it was going to be increasingly difficult
the longer they stayed on the isle.
“How large is this land? How many souls do we estimate are here?” Delane’s
voice was low, tremors of her emotions lacing the words.
Galern looked at her with some concern, never having seen her react in that
manner before. “This is the largest of the ten lands. We believe that’s why the
entity that cursed us chose here.” A black shadow darted between them. “In that
time there’s been a few hundred deaths amongst the Angelica flocks. And a few
beast deaths from Stormhaven.”
The beasts were distinct amongst the souls. They were the black and red
mists.
“It’s strange that the beasts are also trapped here. I didn’t even know
they had soul energy.” Delane shook her head, her short black hair flying
around her face.
The Isle of Souls would be massive if it was the largest of the ten. The
black flock only numbered in the thousands, and they lived on a land area of
millions of miles. They used all of the space for training and flying.
“Everything has soul energy, some is small, others larger, but one must
never underestimate the importance of even the smallest creature. The great
circle is vital.”
Delane often received these speeches. She was young for an Angelica,
only fifty years, and the elders lived to impart their wisdom.
Ignoring Galern for the moment, she closed her eyes and expanded her
energy from her body. The rush of air energy fled from her like the tides of a
body of water, and as she started to expand she hit the barrier encasing the Isle
of Souls. Each of the ten lands was separated by an abyss. Vast and endless
pits that fell to somewhere at the center of Nephilius, and this was where the
cage holding the souls was coming from.
“There’s a barrier,” she said out loud. “It’s formed from dark and light
energy, but it’s not from an Angelica.”
“How can you tell?”
Her eyes flew open at the gruff nature of Galern’s voice. “Because the
five flocks each have a distinct energy pattern, and it’s slightly altered for
each individual. But I can always tell what flock an Angelica is from, even
before I see the wing color.” And she always knew which flock the young would
end up belonging to, even before they grew their wings.
“Have you ever felt energy like this before?” Galern brought his arms
and wings closer into his body as some black souls swirled closer.
“It’s similar to the energy of the shadow beasts on Stormhaven. Could it
be connected?”
Galern pushed back the free strands of his wild, white hair. “Our last
lot of Gaa – black wings – that came back from their battles said that the landscape
was much more dangerous than they’d been led to believe. Do you think things
may have changed there also?”
Delane worried at her lip. She hadn’t been to Stormhaven for a long
time. “It very well could be different. The only ones to go there are the newly
matured Angelica, and they have nothing to compare it to. We must go at once.”
“You don’t sense a way for us to break this barrier?” Galern asked as
they spread their wings in preparation for flight.
“The energy sustaining it comes from deep within the abysses between our
lands. I’ve never found any Angelica who could tell me what exists down there.
Do you know?”
Galern shook his head. “Any that have ventured or fallen between have
never been heard from again. We’re taught to accept the endlessness that exists
and never step foot into the abyss.”
Delane sighed. Typical of the Angelica: they just took everything on
faith, caring more for who could swing a sword the fastest, or best another in
battle. Anything else was unimportant to them.
Their wings sent out swirls of misty air as they pumped and took flight
again. Galern had recharged the energy expended during the last journey and
would have no trouble making the distance to Stormhaven.
Angelica became rejuvenated by planting their bare feet onto the cloud
masses. Energy would trickle into their bodies to sustain them. This was why, despite
the armor they wore, they never covered the soles of their feet. This method still
worked for Delane, but she just tired out less frequently than the average
fifty-year-old on Nephilius.
Stormhaven was the only land mass to have black rather than white
clouds. The beasts had been there for as long as Delane could remember, but
there were some living Angelica who recalled the day the whole world turned
black.
It was never dark on Nephilius, but for one seemingly endless moment a
shadow had descended over the lands, and then Stormhaven was born. Before that moment
none other than Angelica had existed on Nephilius, but now there were the
beasts: large fire-breathing, shadow-dwelling creatures. They were able to transform
between both physical and mist. They could not be hurt when they were in their translucent
form, but in their physical form they could be killed. Though it was damn hard.
Delane had killed three when she’d come to maturity, and that was a record.
Only a very few Angelica had even managed to harm one. Going to Stormhaven was
more about bravery and survival.
The white swirling mists slowly changed to gray and then black tendrils
as they neared the junction that would take them across to Stormhaven. Delane’s
advanced hearing picked up the screeching howls; she had her weapons unsheathed
and in her hands before they landed.
The air was clear even on the ground here, and littering the land were large,
unnaturally formed cloud structures. The shadow beasts used these to their
advantage, lying in wait for the unsuspecting Angelica.
“You must hurry, Delane. We cannot linger here for long.” Galern also
held his weapons, a set of spiked-ended clubs. He was swinging them around in
random arcs, keeping his reflexes honed for a sudden attack.
“Yes, the same energy is here now too. Stronger than it ever was.”
Delane started to run, her strides long and strong.
She could move across the land fast enough to be a blur to the casual
observer. Galern took to the air above her. Delane was following the pull and
again it led her to one of the cloud edges, the abyss falling away below.
Peering down, Delane could see nothing, just the black clouds fading out
to the white mists, which was all that was visible in the gaps between the ten
lands. The abysses separating the lands were large, about a mile across, and as
far as anyone knew, endless miles down. Delane would be liar if she said she’d
never thought of flying down there. But something held her back.
A soft thud indicated that Galern was beside her again.
“It’s from the abyss again,” she huffed. “If these foreigners do not
solve our problem, I might have to go down there.”
“Lane!” he gasped. “That’s suicide.”
“It could mean death to our entire world if we don’t free the souls. What
choice do I have?”
A noise had them both spinning around.
Coming at them from all sides were shadow beasts. They shimmered in
shades of black, gray and white. Some of them were small, others huge, and
there were at least ten in total. That in itself was unusual; Delane had never
noticed them to hunt in packs.
“Want to try our luck?” She grinned at Galern, who shook his head as
they both took to the air, expertly sheathing their unused weapons in the first
few flaps.
Luckily no shadow beast could fly. The prowling, snarling creatures let
out shrieks as their prey moved out of reach. Blasts of heat followed them as
fire spewed from the larger ones, but the Angelica were too fast in the air.
They powered along in silence, Delane wracking her brain to figure out
what could be causing the probem on the Isle of Souls and most probably the
existence of the shadow beasts. It was the same energy, and it was not natural.
They arrived back on the tournament lands just in time for long-sword
training. Delane left Galern at the mist-dwelling. He would let the black
leaders know about their findings. She strode across to the center of the field.
With her energy she manifested a broad sword from the mists. It took a few
moments for it to solidify and turn a steel gray.
“Ready to fight?” Jesile stood with a few of the red flock, her
half-grin shooting toward Delane, her spiky orange hair standing up around her delicate features.
Delane swung her sword a few times. “I was born ready. Let’s rumble.”
She pushed thoughts of the Isle of Souls, Stormhaven and the mysterious
Walkers from her mind. It was time to battle. She let a grin cross her face as
the other flocks stepped up. This was going to be an all-in brawl. The five
colors were preparing for the tournament and they weren’t going to be taking it
easy on anyone.
This was going to be painful, for everyone but Delane.
Saturday 13 September 2014
Sunday 31 August 2014
:)
First
draft of Nephilius is done. Holy major reveal in the last chapter too, I
can't even believe it has jumped into the story so quickly
WOOHOOOO so freaking excited. I'm looking at October 28th for release date, so lock it in those calendars. I'll be back as soon as possible with first chapter and cover reveal. (And maybe a few other snippets).
You all rock, thanks for the masses of Walker love I've been receiving lately - right back at ya ♥♥
WOOHOOOO so freaking excited. I'm looking at October 28th for release date, so lock it in those calendars. I'll be back as soon as possible with first chapter and cover reveal. (And maybe a few other snippets).
You all rock, thanks for the masses of Walker love I've been receiving lately - right back at ya ♥♥
Saturday 9 August 2014
hello, hello.
Just checking in with my progress reports. I'm a bit over the 50% mark on Nephilius and I hope to have cover reveal in the not too distant future. And I've started work on book 2 in a Sinclair Story. This will be Matt and Candy's story. But let's get this Walker book done first :)
Sunday 27 July 2014
One of those days.
Writing is hard, putting yourself and your work out into the world is hard. I'm kind of getting the impression my romance sucks a little (or a lot) haha. I do see the point being made that it is a little unrealistic. I guess for me, I've always loved the romances where they don't make sense, where two people are so different and far apart that for them to be together it can only be love. Because then that's the strongest tie. Not just because they live in the same town or work in the same careers.
but I might be on my own with this. I wanted my heroine to be tough, have lived a hard life, but to still have remained a little innocent. To still have a soft side that with the right person and coaxing would appear. And I wanted my hero to be perfect for her, so he would do and say the right things. Oh well, maybe a fail this time or maybe romance is not my thing haha. Best stick with fantasy.
I appreciate you all though, good and bad comments. It is helping me grow as an author. I've learned a lot over this one year of writing. And I'll continue to learn :)
but I might be on my own with this. I wanted my heroine to be tough, have lived a hard life, but to still have remained a little innocent. To still have a soft side that with the right person and coaxing would appear. And I wanted my hero to be perfect for her, so he would do and say the right things. Oh well, maybe a fail this time or maybe romance is not my thing haha. Best stick with fantasy.
I appreciate you all though, good and bad comments. It is helping me grow as an author. I've learned a lot over this one year of writing. And I'll continue to learn :)
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