Showing posts with label Tales of the Gothic Warrior. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tales of the Gothic Warrior. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

"Gothic Genesis (Tales of the Gothic Warrior)" by Billy Wong

NEW RELEASE 
Gothic Genesis 
(Tales of the Gothic Warrior) 
by Billy Wong 


Description
This series is meant to be unrealistic fun. If complete believability is a must, it might not be for you... but if you like the sound of a non-magical female brawler standing toe to toe with huge men and monsters in brutal fistfights on sheer toughness and badassery, maybe it is.
After beating up a player from a rival football team, high school sports star Freya finds herself under investigation for his disappearance. Resolving to find him and clear her name herself, she teams up with psychic outcast Annabeth on a quest that will start a great friendship and change her life forever.
A short story. Prequel to the Gothic Warrior series.

Excerpt
Freya lay beneath the huge pasty boy, trying to blink her vision back through the continued hail of punches to her cheek and jaw.  She had challenged the star linebacker of a rival high school football team to a fight outside a closed gas station after he purposely injured her teammate, only to be surprised by his sudden attack while she tried to take off her jacket.  She remembered being blindsided by a stunning uppercut, saying "oh" weakly and slumping to the pavement before their schoolmates as her limbs lost all power.  She had to rally and fight back, but couldn't find the strength.  Her body was nearly limp, and when Bobby the linebacker saw her head loll to the side, he halted the assault.
"Don't stop," she mumbled through torn lips.  "Keep hitting."  If he let up, it would look like she had lost the fight.  Even now, she couldn't accept that.  She still told herself, in a tiny whisper at the back of her head, that she could come back.
He resumed pounding her, making her eyes water and blood spray from her mouth.  Warm liquid dripped from his fists back onto her face from which it'd come.  "Why don't you give up?" he asked pleadingly.  She could tell he hit her as hard as he could, but didn't want to.  He did it out of respect for her wishes, for which she felt grateful.  She didn't need his mercy.
Finally summoning a surge of energy, she grabbed his waist and rolled him over so that their places were reversed.  Now she hammered punches into his doughy face and he gaped in awe of her recovery and strength.  He raised his forearms to shield himself, and immediately she took the opportunity to snatch one of them, wrap her legs around and try for an armbar.  Bobby's elbow started to pop, and he cried out in pain.  He rolled so that he crouched over her, one arm still trapped, and punched down with his free hand.  Shot after loud shot landed, and she lost her grip.  She clawed at his eyes, but he blocked the attempt and continued to batter her.  Her face an indistinct mass of pain, she turned to her side and curled up in a fetal ball.  Honoring her earlier request, he kept striking.
"Stop!" a high female voice said.  "She's hurt!  Look at her body language, it's saying she surrenders!  She's helpless..."
That got Freya's fire burning.  She threw an elbow up from her side and caught Bobby right on the chin.  He grunted and dropped to his hands and knees over her.  "Don't presume to speak for me," she spat at the small girl who had spoken.  She wore all black—black hair, black shirt, black pants, black makeup, black boots, black fingerless gloves.  Annabeth the antisocial goth.  They'd gone to the same school since junior high, but never interacted much.
"Sorry.  I just had a premonition someone would be in big trouble."
Premonition?  Who even talked like that?  Freya scooted out from underneath her opponent and threw her legs up around his neck.  "You mean someone like Bobby?  I was just enjoying the face massage."
Her real name was Star, no thanks to her hippie mom, but everyone called her Freya after a video game character known for being overpowered.  She possessed more strength and toughness than any teenage girl she knew, and most adults.  And she was considered the greatest warrior... of her high school.

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About the Author
Billy Wong is an avid fan of heroic fantasy, with a special love for strong female warriors. He draws inspiration from the epic legends of old, and is on a quest to bring over the top deeds and larger than life heroes back to prominence in today's literary world.
Billy lives in Coney Island, Brooklyn. He has written numerous fantasy books, including the Iron Flower series and the Gothic Warrior series. The Iron Flower series consists of Iron Bloom, Iron Flower, and Iron Bonds. The Gothic Warrior series consists of Gothic Warrior and the Dark Man, Seeds of Despair, Gothic Gladiator, Best in the Elf-ing World, and Gothic Genesis.

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Friday, August 23, 2013

"Best in the Elf-ing World (Tales of the Gothic Warrior)" by Billy Wong

Best in the Elf-ing World
(Tales of the Gothic Warrior)
by Billy Wong


Description
Lighthearted (but violent) fantasy action featuring one butt-kicking heroine.
When the world's greatest mixed martial arts fighter challenges goth singer and ultimate brawler Freya to a match, she eagerly accepts the chance to battle a legend. To her surprise, she soon receives an offer of training from an otherworldly visitor. What she doesn't know is that her elvish benefactor has plans for her beyond just a celebrity cage fight.
A short story. Fourth chronologically in the Gothic Warrior series, but the stories do not have to be read in order.

Excerpt
Freya sat in the corner of her band's studio, nostalgically watching the fantasy movie they had made based on her.  While not completely true to life, the over the top action reminded her of treasured memories.  After the evil billionaire Frederick Gamer was imprisoned for murder, she had come to almost regret turning him in.  Sure, he deserved it for running an illegal fighting tournament with the goal of having fighters torn apart by his pet.  But she secretly dreamed of receiving an invite to participate in such a tournament again.
She was still in her early twenties, yet felt somewhat old and jaded knowing there might be few worthy challenges left in the world for her iron fists, which had spelled the lizard-ape's doom.  She hugged her sword Empty Blue close to her.  An oversized prop used in music videos, the great blunt blade hid a live one that had killed a demon before.
"Oh Empty Blue," she whispered, woozy with drugs and drink, "sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I lived in a world of dragons and elves like the ones that inspired you."
"Freya, what's wrong?" her psychic bandmate Annabeth asked, seeing her glum look.  "You look sad."
"I'm fine.  I just haven't had a good fight in a while.  Life gets boring when you're not being challenged."
"Then I might have good news.  I had a dream you're about to have a great battle."
She sat up.  "You mean like a vision-dream or a something-on-your-mind-dream?"
"A vision I think."  Annabeth frowned.  "But I wish you'd grow up and stop wanting to fight.  You're always getting hurt so bad."
She'd taken four assault rifle bullets from Frederick Gamer's men.  But she had still kicked the asses of the lizard-ape and a dozen guards.  "It's not that bad for me.  I'm the Gothic warrior you know."  She stumbled up out of her seat.  "And since the Gothic warrior's about to get a decent test again, I say we girls go out and celebrate."
"Are you sure you should do that?  You're already all drunk and drugged up."
"So you can watch over me and keep me safe, Annabeth."
The smaller goth girl sighed, knowing she couldn't be denied.  They got in Freya's car, Annabeth driving, and headed out.
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Later that night, Freya sat feeling sluggish at her favorite bar.  She threw back another shot of absinthe and wondered if Annabeth was enjoying her dance with that fanboy who had bothered her.  She heard footsteps approaching from behind.  "Annabeth you sound heavy.  Are you drunk?  Better not be."
"I'm not Annabeth," a cool voice said.
Freya glanced back.  A big blonde woman stood behind her, maybe five ten, five eleven.  She wore ample clothes, but seemed pretty sturdy underneath that jacket and sweatshirt.  She was in her late twenties, or maybe early thirties, and her face looked to have been on the receiving end of quite a few brutal beatings.  "And who's you?"
The woman didn't favor her with an answer.  Instead she asked, "Do you think that you're the strongest girl in the world?"
"I don't know.  Haven't had the pleasure of meeting every other girl.  But I'm probably the strongest who's somewhat well known."  Not a lot of females could snap the back of a gorilla sized lizard-ape over her knee or take dozens of punches and knees from giant men, after all.
"How quickly people forget."  The woman sat beside her.  She did look kind of familiar, now that Freya thought about it...  "Bartender, remote."

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About the Author
Billy Wong is an avid fan of heroic fantasy, with a special love for strong female warriors. He draws inspiration from the epic legends of old, and is on a quest to bring over the top deeds and larger than life heroes back to prominence in today's literary world.
Billy lives in Coney Island, Brooklyn. He has written numerous fantasy books, including the Iron Flower series and the Gothic Warrior series. The Iron Flower series consists of Iron Bloom, Iron Flower, and Iron Bonds. The Gothic Warrior series consists of Gothic Warrior and the Dark Man, Seeds of Despair, Gothic Gladiator, and Best in the Elf-ing World.

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