The King is Dead! Long Live the Undead King!
Weird things happen really fast.
When fate sends Red and his crewmates to the coveted port of Syrras, it is an opportunity he plans to take full advantage of. Unfortunately, his search for a little adventure hands him a lot more than he ever bargained for.
Changed by unknown magics into something other than himself, he’s told a terrible secret. One he must now help protect, even as he is tasked to find those responsible. Failure will cost him his body, his way of life, everything that makes him who he is.
His mood souring, Red surveyed the new room.
Like the one he’d woken up in, it was mostly bare. A small hole an arm’s length up the left wall spewed a trickle of water, which collected in a deep rectangular basin carved into the floor then drained out through a slightly smaller hole at the bottom. A bowl beside the basin held a comb, a bar smelling of flowers, and a square piece of cloth.
Ignoring the bowl and its contents, he pulled off the blanket and squatted next to the water. He dipped his small hands into the cool liquid, just wanting to get this over with, and liberally flicked some of it onto his new body.
“It would seem you do not quite understand the concept of bathing.”Red glanced back over his shoulder, wondering at her semi-amused tone.
“What are you implying?”
The magister glided forward and scrunched down beside him.
“That in order to bathe, you must first actually get into the bath.”
Before he could react, the woman shoved him over into the cut basin.
ISBN : 978-1612712529
From Zumaya Publications
(2014) Urban Fantasy – It took everything from her, except revenge!
“Now, I’m going to show you something.” He reached inside one of the many pockets of his vest.
I felt a drop of sweat roll down the back of my neck.
A moment later, he brought out a thin vial filled with what looked like green-yellow mucus. “What is…” I bit my tongue to stop the question, not sure I truly wanted to know just yet.
White took the stopper from the end of the vial and held it out toward me.
The longer I stared at it, the wider my eyes got. There was something queerly familiar about the off greenish-yellow color. I quivered inside though I had no idea why. My fingers dug into the fabric of my jeans.
Jensen held the vial directly between us, a neutral look on his face. “Take it. Smell what’s inside. Then we’ll see what we shall see.”
The muscles in my right arm jerked from tension as I tried to make it move and it resisted. A shrill scream inside my head insisted I didn’t want to do this. That if I did, there’d be no way to take it back. “I…I’m afraid.”
That I would admit such a thing to total stranger shocked me, but made it no less true.
“Unfortunately, you should be.” He jerked forward, putting the vial directly beneath my nose.
ISBN : 978-1594263279
The Price of Mercy
(2011) Young Adult – Fantasy – Which is worse…the monster without or withing?
The somewhat plump form, the soft curve of her chin. The full lips. Could it be her? Could this person be the Emperor’s daughter? The woman who had so mercilessly doomed him to his present position?
Her dark eyes rose from the book as she sensed his presence. She looked pale, the lines at her eyes showing strain. But he recognized those eyes – the deep brown eyes with flecks of gold that had stood out so prominently surrounded by the pink and white mask. It was her.
And he’d thought he would never lay eyes on her again. Fool. She was supposedly the Emperor’s daughter, was she not? Why wouldn’t she be found at the Imperial Palace? Yet the idea never crossed his mind. He supposed he’d thought her station too lofty for her ever to be seen by a mere messenger. But this was her home, her family lived here, why would she be locked away?
Home—family—the two things he would never have, the two things forever denied him…because of her.
Anger welled inside him, the heat of it suffusing him to the core, gurgling with seething emotions the total opposite of the coolness splashing down from the fountain nearby. Before he realized what he was doing, Jarrin stepped inside the gazebo.
Cross-eyed Dragon Troubles
(2007) Young Adult – Fantasy – “Harry Potter meets Dragon Riders of Pern”
“Do you need any help?” she asked. “Just tell me what you want me to do. If you prefer, I’m sure I can round up at least a few people to come over and give you a hand.”
Kel slowly shook his head. “It’s all right. Thanks anyway.” His voice lowered to where she almost couldn’t hear it. “This is all part of my punishment.’
She frowned, not understanding what he meant. “Punishment?”
Kel cocked his head in Clarence’s direction. In a flash, she understood. None of this was an accident. Clarence had landed there deliberately, hoping to make Kel pay for all he went through in the past month. She shook her head, not wanting to believe this, but what the dragon said next took any doubts right out of her head.
(2008) Young Adult – Fantasy – “To save the world she must DIE! Or must she?”
Panic and fear filled with utter helplessness made her dizzy. She knew what would be done with her, she knew what they planned. But there was nothing she could do to stop any of it.
Sharp gasps echoed in her ears as she felt the room’s cold air caress the Eye.
“You were right. She is the one.”
In the Service of Samurai
(2002/2011) Adult/YA – Japanese Fantasy Adventure –
“The Last Samurai meets Pirates of the Caribbean”
Laying the blade on the floor before him, Toshi parted his kimono until his stomach lay exposed. He tucked his sleeves beneath his legs to hold him upright if he should falter. Ignoring Asano, he took up the blade. His shoulder flared with pain and he tried not to flinch, as he grabbed the blade with both hands. He turned the wakizashi until its sharp point was aimed at his belly, the residence of his soul.
Vassal of El
(2004) Adult/YA – Fantasy Mystery –
“He tried to forget his past, but his past wouldn’t forget him”
Torren took a step back a sudden shudder racking through him. It was as if he’d never left, as if the boy he’d been would be coming back-though the one who’d loved this room and all these things was long, long dead. That boy died when he’d watched his father’s blood pour forth from his mouth, the end of a sword protruding from his abdomen. That boy died when he survived while everyone else lay dead.
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