Showing posts with label mythology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mythology. Show all posts

Friday, March 24, 2017

"The Fairytale Chicago of Francesca Finnegan" by Steve Wiley

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The Fairytale Chicago of Francesca Finnegan
by Steve Wiley


The Fairytale Chicago of Francesca Finnegan by Steve Wiley is currently on tour with Enchanted Book Promotions. The tour stops here today for my review, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
"Did you know most anything that matters in this city was built by magic before it was built by men? Of course you didn’t. This city is different from other cities. The true history of it is unpublished. Lucky for you, I know it all by heart." ~ Francesca Finnegan
In Chicago, a secret L train runs through the mythical East Side ofthe city. On that train, you’ll find a house-cat conductor, an alcoholic elf, a queen of the last city farm, the most curious wind, and an exceptional girl by the name of Francesca Finnegan.
When we first encounter Richard K. Lyons, he is a man who has long forgotten the one night, when he was still a boy called Rich, when Francesca invited him aboard the secret L for an adventure though the East Side. The night was a mad epic, complete with gravity-defying first kisses, mermaid overdoses, and princess rescues. Unfortunately for Rich, the night ended like one of those elusive dreams forgotten the moment you wake. Now, Rich is all grown up and out of childish adventures, an adult whose life is on the verge of ruin. It will take the rediscovery of his exploits with Francesca, and a reacquaintance with the boy he once was, to save him.
Note: Half of the proceeds from this book are donated to Chicago Public Schools.


Excerpt
There is magic in the city.
When Rich Lyons was a little boy, he learned of the magic from an old, cockeyed, Captain Hook–looking magician. The old man sat alone at a table for two outside a neighborhood bar every summer day, all day, always with a glass of twinkling whiskey. He said the twinkle had once been in his eye, but had blown out one windy day and splashed right into the whiskey. Rich liked how the twinkle twinkled in the whiskey. He liked it so much, he asked the old man if he could have it. The man told Rich he didn’t need it, because he already had a twinkle of his own, and besides, that particular twinkling whiskey tasted like shit, worse than Malört[1], if that’s possible.
“You be careful,” the old man warned, “because in the city of wind, a twinkle may blow out. The wind here, it twirls and sings like a music-box ballerina. It plays tricks and tells stories like an old-man magician. Like me, like this …”
And so, the old man performed tricks for Rich and regaled him with city folklore and fantasy. He said the Great Chicago Fire was arson, started by a fire-breathing dragon from the Fulton River District who was fed up with the cold winters. He said the Chicago River started flowing backward when a giant sea serpent sneezed so powerfully, it changed the direction of the current. He said the sky was purple (not black) above the city because a wicked witch had stolen all the black for her cats and bats and witch hats.
Rich’s favorite story was one about the L trains, and how each had come to be named for a color. The old man said the colors arrived when the first skyscrapers did. Before then, all the trains were the same dull brown. On the day the first skyscraper went up, a rainbow, unused to encountering buildings so high in the sky, accidentally crashed into it. When the rainbow crashed, each of its individual colors went splattering in all directions. Some landed on the L trains and stained them. The only train to miss a color was the Brown Line, because, the old man said, it was offline for repairs.
The old man also said there was one line, a secret line, that got a splash of lavender.
One day, Rich asked the old man if he could use his magic to tell fortunes. The old man said, well, hell, of course he could, it was a matter of simple city magic. Rich asked if he might hear his own fortune. He wanted to know what he would be when he grew up.
The old man told Rich there wasn’t much he wouldn’t be when he grew up. He would be a father, a husband, an uncle, a brother, a friend. He would be a ghost in the graveyard. He would be a vice president of something. He would be a pisser in the pancake batter. He would be a reveler-adventurer. He would be a hider and seeker. He would be a rocket man. A businessman.
And, he would be a rich man.


[1] Disgusting alcoholic spirit, occupied by the evil spirit of a bootlegger, who was bootlegged himself. Available only in Chicago.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]



Praise for the Book
"This is a book for intelligent adult readers who love a playful escape into teenage fantasies of fleeting first kisses, exceptional Ferris wheels, extraordinary cocktails, and a castle that has the sky's stars for a ceiling." ~ Publishers Weekly
"Filled with clever rhymes and plays on words, the prose itself is pure fun. Witty, humorous, and at times profound, the tone is true to its fairytale style. And like all good fairytales, it teaches a lesson - one that older readers are sure to benefit from." ~ Indie Reader
"There are just enough obscenities uttered to ensure this book is never shelved in the children’s or even young adult section. The story, though, is anything but vulgar, a sweet and uplifting tale as heartwarming as the ones it’s poking fun at." ~ Kirkus Reviews
"Twists on Chicago history and fantastical insights into uniquely Chicago phenomenon, such as the reason Malort tastes so bad, make for an entrancingly magical journey that's half Midwestern Miyazaki, half Mad Men, and all Windy City." ~ Windy City Reviews
"The Fairytale Chicago of Francesca Finnegan is an imaginative, modern-day adventure-fantasy for readers of all ages. Offering a view askew of the mundane and the magical, The Fairytale Chicago of Francesca Finnegan is a lighthearted joy to read, highly recommended!" ~ Midwest Book Review


My Review


By Lynda Dickson
Richard Lyons may be rich, but he's not happy. He's going through life like a zombie. But then, one Friday night, he meets a girl who tells fairy tales in the street. An accidental bump to the head later, and so begin the adventures of Rich Lyons through Francesca Finnegan's fairytale Chicago.
I was captivated from the opening line - "There is magic in the city." - which sets the tone for this magical story that reads like a modern, original fairy tale. It's a charming, whimsical, alternate history of Chicago, complete with funny footnotes, nonsense verse, and cute illustrations (by Chris Cihon). Fragments of things Richard saw before he becomes unconscious, manifest themselves in his adventures. In this respect, the book is reminiscent of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
Take a trip with Rich on the mythical Lavender Line through Chicago's non-existent East Side. You'll meet real-life historical figures, as well as fairytale creatures such as the house-cat train conductor, Queen Billy Boyle, Templeton the elf, Thumbelina, Lucy the mermaid, the Grand Duke of Rhine Falls, Mr. Fox, and - of course - the blue-haired Francesca Finnegan. You'll be regaled with tales (look out, it's contagious!) of old Chicago landmarks: the last city farm, Dunning Mental Hospital, Riverview Amusement park, the Green Mill cocktail lounge, Aragon castle, and the abandoned Chicago cable car tunnels.
You'll learn how the Windy City got its name, the cause of the Great Chicago Fire, the origin of the infamous Chicago liqueur Malört, the true events of the Saint Valentine's Day massacre, the legend of footballer George Gipp, the origin of the city's flag, why the Chicago River flows backwards, the story of John Kinzie and the Polish Potawatomi, the origin of Chicago's name, the story of the Dearborn Massacre, the phenomenon of the Chicago River turning green, the cause of the lightening of the Chicago night sky, the origin of Chicago's mermaid statue, and how the Aragon Ballroom came to have its star-studded ceiling.
Along the way, Richard regains some of the magic of his youth - and so will you. A wonderful, satisfying fairy tale for adults.

"Asking how to get anyvere on zis map is like asking vere to fall down a rabbit hole, or how to valk srough a looking glass." ~ The Grand Duke of Rhine Falls

Some of My Favorite Lines
"As a man, spirits were drunk and not dreamed. He snorted pixie dust, and while it made him high, he could never truly fly."
"It was the moment between afternoon and evening when the moon and sun swapped ownership of the sky."
"The Brown Line is one of those color-coded trains that make up the greater Chicago L system, coursing through the city’s anatomy like old-man blood vessels, clumsily pumping life in and out of the loop at the city’s heart."
"Jerking off with a cold is like reading a book upside down. You can start, but never finish, and there is no satisfaction in the endeavor.”
"The rain covered Rich’s face and seeped in his mouth and dripped down his throat. It tasted sweet as soda, and when Rich swallowed it, he was positive he’d live forever. It was the second-to-last time rain would make him feel like that."


About the Author
Steve Wiley is a father, husband, uncle, brother, friend, and purveyor of fairy stories. He grew up in and around Chicagoland, where he still lives with his wife and two kids. He has been published in an array of strange and serious places, from the U.S. Chamber of Commerce in Washington, D.C., to Crannóg magazine in Galway, Ireland. This is his first book. He has an undergraduate degree in something he has forgotten from Illinois State University and a graduate degree in something equally forgotten from DePaul University. Follow him on Goodreads and Instagram.

About the Illustrator
Chris Cihon is an artist who studied at Columbia College Chicago. He is a Chicago native and has lived here all his life. Chris’s paintings have been showcased in many local galleries and beyond. When he feels like it, he travels elsewhere to find inspiration. Follow him on Instagram.


Giveaway
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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

"Dreams in the Dark" by K. Margaret

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Dreams in the Dark
(Dark Dreams Book 2)
by K. Margaret


Dreams in the Dark is the second book in the Dark Dreams series by K. Margaret. Also available: Dare to Dream (read my blog post) and Endless Nightmare.



Dreams in the Dark is currently on tour with Bewitching Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Whispers abound in Gehenna, Zeus knows the empusae is alive and he wants her dead. A war is coming, and a war is exactly what Empusa’s been training her pets for.
Deep down, Empusa only wants one thing - the demise of those who banished her to Hell, and she will stop at nothing to escape and exact her revenge. Traveling the Dream Realm, she spends countless hours searching for her ticket out, and she’s finally found him.
Krael Connolly, the Crown Prince of Gehenna, spends his days researching demons, particularly the elusive empusae, and his nights being visited by his Emmy in his dreams. As the Demon of Vengeance, he fights a battle with his inner demon every day, but his humanity continues to win out … although, the demon of his dreams is testing that control.
He endlessly fights against the dark, while she fights against the light. She calls to his demon as he struggles to bring out her humanity. She lives for chaos, blood and destruction, but he makes her experience something she'd never experienced before - emotions.
But ultimately, what will Empusa do?
Whatever hell she wants.


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Excerpt
Screams of torture and cries of agony surrounded Empusa. From her vantage point high atop a rock formation, inside her property line in the middle of Gehenna, the demoness looked out over the vast wasteland and liked what she saw. As far as the eye could see, numerous battles were taking place. Battles for food and power, and all of them to the death. The dark sky above shifted between varying shades of black, with a slight tint of red creating an eerie sight. The red grew thicker and darker by the minute, signaling the death of the demons below. As each one fell, the ground sought nourishment, inhaling the fallen’s essence and leaving behind a red mist. The sight comforted Empusa like a baby’s blanket would. She was raised on death and mayhem, became its lover until nothing was left of her soul but a darkened void that sought only one thing: the demise of those who banished her to the depths of Hell in the first place.
Another anguished cry split the air, causing a slow, devious smile to spread across the demoness’s blood red lips. By the gods, she loved the sound. The agonizing, helpless pleas of those of the damned who wouldn’t last another hour. Usually, Empusa forced such sounds from her fellow imprisoned demons, but she could be satisfied with someone else playing her a lullaby tonight.
Lowering herself against the hard, cold stone, Empusa stretched out on her back, one hand dangling over the edge into nothingness. She closed her eyes and allowed sleep to pull her into the Dream Realm.
Well over a century ago, Empusa had seduced the nightmare demon, Epiales, and stolen his powers, allowing her free reign over the realm. She could control it, manipulate it, and use it toward her advantage. For countless hours, she used it to search for the one who could free her from her prison. A prison her bitch of a mother tossed her into millennium ago when she was no more than a child.
Gehenna, the Demon Hell Realm, had been her home for so long, her childhood on Mt. Olympus became all but a distant memory. The sweet, loving child of her past got buried so deep, she no longer admitted to ever being such a creature. Living and surviving among the worst of the worst of the demon species, Empusa learned to become more than a survivor. She’d become the one demon all others feared, a force to be reckoned with. Not only did every being within the confines of Gehenna fear her, but they all wanted her. She’d become a legend amongst their kind. Living in a realm where once imprisoned you stayed for eternity, Empusa set her sights on the one thing no one before her ever accomplished. Escape.
The cries echoing through the night vanished the deeper into sleep she went. Soon she found herself standing in the center of a long, white hallway. Doors of the same nondescript color lined up on either side of her as far as the eye could see. She stood there for a moment, deciding on which direction she wanted to go. Epiales must seriously miss the power to control such a place. How lonely it must be to not be able to escape the prison he currently resided in. Not that Empusa cared of the hell she placed upon him. He’d possessed a power she needed, so she stole it. Out of all her weapons, it was possibly her favorite in the endless battle she fought.
The toe of her thigh-high black boot tapped with impatience against the white marble floor. The one man she wanted to be available to her wasn’t. Empusa didn’t know what time it was on the realm he resided in, but she didn’t care. She specifically came for him. The need to see him, to touch him, to taste him left her off kilter most of the day. Empusa did not appreciate the feeling. She didn’t like not having control over every aspect of her life. This particular male caused her to do the unexpected, like seek him out. The audacity of him not to be where she wanted him to be, when she wanted him to be there, grated on her nerves.
Her heart kicked in her chest as, one by one, each door around her vanished until only one remained. For a moment she thought she miscalculated and Krael would be available. Her body betrayed her with the mere thought, causing her heart to slam in her chest, but she knew right away it wasn’t Krael. The feeling in her chest changed, making it feel as if her heart plummeted to her feet signaling a disappointment she didn’t want or need. A snarl passed her lips and the urge to kill something invaded her thoughts. How dare he make her feel things? It was a good thing no one was around to witness her behavior. If there had been, she would have killed them. No way would she allow anyone to think of her as weak.


Guest Post by the Author
Writing a Series
On more than one occasion I have cursed myself an idiot. I mean what was I thinking when I decided to write a series? Then I remember, I’m crazy.
Dark Dreams started off as an idea of a short series, maybe three or four books that weaved around a handful of characters. I didn’t even have a series plot idea, I just knew I had voices in my head that wanted their stories told and their lives happened to overlap.
Then I started writing.
The short series has turned into at least ten books racing around in my head, with new characters popping up at the strangest moments demanding their stories be told. While each book will be a stand-alone read, a series plot also appeared, making me even more excited (and more petrified).
Writing a series has become one of the most challenging and rewarding things I have ever attempted. Not only do I need to keep track of all my characters and their interactions, I need to make sure there doesn’t end up being a plot hole so big you could flatten a tire on it, or worse, get sucked into oblivion never to return. One of my biggest pet peeves as a reader is when more questions get asked and none of the previous ones have been answered. I keep this in mind when I’m writing. If I don’t like something as a reader, I won’t put it out there as a writer.
Did I mention earlier that I’m crazy? Every character in the Dark Dreams series is connected in one way or another, either through family, relationships, or friendship. I think my brain might have exploded when I decided to make a string chart of all my characters. (Don’t worry, I introduce them slowly. Last thing I want is my readers’ brains to explode!)
One thing I love about a series is that, even when a character’s main story is over, it doesn’t mean it’s the last we see of them. As a reader, I get excited to see old characters come back in the picture. As a writer, it’s like getting to hang out with an old friend again. With the way my characters’ lives intersect, you’ll get to see a lot of familiar faces as the series goes on.
I currently have three books out in the Dark Dreams series: Dare to Dream (Book One), Endless Nightmare: The Origin of a Demon (which focuses on the origin story of Empusa), and Dreams in the Dark (Book Two and the continuation of Empusa’s story). I’m working on the third book now, Lost Dreams, and hope to have it out summer of 2017.


About the Author
K. Margaret is a paranormal romance author living in Georgia. Her love for words, storytelling, and mythology started as a teenager and continues to grow. When she isn’t sucking down pots of coffee and writing, or hanging out with her teenage daughter, she can usually be found in front of her TV watching football, her other obsession.



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Monday, December 21, 2015

"Dare to Dream" by K. Margaret

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Dare to Dream
(Dark Dreams Book 1)
by K. Margaret


Dare to Dream is currently on tour with Bewitching Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Nellie O’Malley has spent her afterlife hunting and killing demonoids. As a slayer she never faced one she couldn’t destroy, until now.
The hunter has become the hunted.
A nameless, faceless enemy stalks her every move. Nellie must find a way to stop the unstoppable before it kills her, or worse, goes after the one person she can’t live without.
He is her best friend, she is his soul.
Nathaniel Ogapoge has been in love with only one woman. Unfortunately, she sees him only as her best friend. With her life now in peril, he will stop at nothing to protect her. Even if it means putting himself in the direct path of evil and risking everything.


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Excerpt
“It is time for another,” Renata, the Queen of the Damned, announced as she straightened the flowing silk material of her silver gown so it draped perfectly around her. Perched on the edge of a reflecting pool high up in her tower in the middle of Gehenna, she glided her fingers over the surface of the water. The rippling effect caused the face of a young blonde female to come into focus. “She will be my newest creation and she will be perfect.”
Glancing away from the reflection, she peered up at Berith, Gehenna’s warden, who stood opposite her, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans. His perpetual scowl present across his chiseled face, Berith’s eerily-glowing orange eyes narrowed on her with annoyance. Not that she gave him her full attention, her thoughts were still lost in the vision appearing in the water. She didn’t particularly care he was even in the room.
“Have you lost your bloody mind?” Berith questioned. “I mean look at her. She doesn’t look old enough to know how to use the rifle she’s holding, let alone be able to kill demonoids. Is this what you are left with then? Is this where your abilities have taken you? You now recruit scrawny females to do your bidding?”
Renata raised a brow, watching Berith jab an accusing finger at the girl’s reflection. Too many years had passed since she’d last been given a slayer, and at the moment she didn’t need to hear Berith’s opinion on the matter. While her husband, Buer, was in charge of capturing and keeping the deadliest of demons within the confines of Gehenna, it was her duty to keep reign on the demonoids.
Two types of demons inhabited in the world: the ones born that way and the ones who were turned into such. The most dangerous, however, were the ones created. Those creatures were known as demonoids.
Demonoids were contrived from the darkest of all human souls. Ones so beyond redemption their evil called to certain gods and demons. These gods and demons would feed on those souls, transforming what once was a man into the deadliest and most nefarious of creatures. The job of her slayers was to eradicate them; to make sure no demonoid remained on the mortal realm or any other.
Renata dismissed Berith’s comments with a flip of her strawberry blonde hair. “You know as well as I do I have no choice in who is brought to me. At this point, I would take a ten-year-old girl with bowed legs if that was my only choice. I haven’t received a soldier in over a century and my troops on the mortal realm are dwindling.” She glanced back down at the image in the water. Yes, the female was young and not the usual soul given to her, but she would make do. All her slayers were chosen for a reason and Renata would not question the decision. All she concerned herself with was whether her new slayer would be strong enough to kill the demonoids when they came at her.
The female about to become Renata’s newest slayer was not a warrior or a soldier as she was accustomed to. Those females were easy to convince to take on the duty of a slayer.
No, this female never fought a day in her life, but as soon as the breath left her body and her heart stopped beating, the contract of services would already be signed. She would belong to Renata until the day the Queen of the Damned decided to release her of her duties. As of present, not one of Renata’s slayers relinquished her duties.
However, the job of her slayers came with its benefits. Renata bestowed one power upon them. A power already lying dormant inside them. Upon their agreement of service, they would also gain the abilities of speed and strength. Abilities to help assist them in their tasks.
Berith’s low growl snapped Renata’s head up, scattering her thoughts. She didn’t need to ask what agitated with him. By the way he stood ramrod straight with a far off look in his eyes, she knew he held a conversation with another in his mind. Only one female could cause him to look both distressed and fascinated all at the same time. A demoness, who happened to also be the bane of Renata’s existence.
“Oh just go to her, will you? We both know if you don’t then you’ll become even more of an ass than you usually are. I have to concentrate on this, and apparently you need to find a way to lock the demon-whore up so she isn’t a constant distraction.”
The way Berith’s eyes narrowed on her, along with the slow curling of his lip and twitch to his left eye, proved her assumption on whom he conversed with. He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to decide whether he should stay or go. Just as he turned to leave, he crossed over and knelt down beside her.
“Don’t mess this one up, Renata. Make sure she knows what she’s getting herself into. I would hope you have learned from past mistakes.”
Renata refused to acknowledge the statement. She always knew what she was doing. Swirling her finger around in the water, she watched as the images rippled amongst the waves. This one here would do just fine, and judging by the progress being made, the time to meet her newest slayer neared. By the bright yellow sun rising in the horizon, Renata knew the female’s time grew shorter. It wouldn’t be much longer before her final breath escaped her lips. Renata wasn’t heartless though, she mourned the loss of such a brave girl, but she knew the ugliness of death must take place in order for others to be saved. That was the motto of her slayers - to protect and serve those who could not protect themselves.


Praise for the Book
"This is a fantastic start to a series with a well-developed plot, likeably characters and a fantastic conclusion what more could I want. Nellie is a strong independent woman who can take care of herself. Nathaniel is a strong caring man who supports Nellie in her work. He wants to protect her but knows that she can do that herself so instead he looks after her and provides comfort. All of the characters are developed and I cannot wait to see what comes next for them all. I love a book where I like the main characters rooting them on all the way through and truly dislike the villain. K Margaret defiantly provides me with this and from the beginning I’m waiting for Nellie to get the life she deserves. This is a great book with interesting paranormal aspects, a strong romance and enough blood and gore to satisfy me. I would happily recommend it." ~ parker2030
"I have to say that I loved, loved, loved this book. It reminded me, in a lot of ways, of 'Buffy, the Vampire Slayer', which was one of my favorite television programs. However, it isn't so much like it as to feel derivative. The author has an excellent ear for dialogue and the world she has created has left me wanting to know more. I really want to know more about the secondary characters so I am hopeful that this is but the first book of many. There are a few sex scenes and they are hot, so I would have to recommend this book to 18+." ~ HR Duby
"Great story. Can't wait for the next book." ~ Amy Jones


Guest Post by the Author
My Love of Mythology
Hey everyone, I’m K. Margaret and I write paranormal romance. One of the best things about writing in the paranormal genre is getting to dive into and explore all different types of mythology. There isn’t a type of research I love more.
My editors and betas found this out really quickly. I thought their questions would range from, "Why did you make Zeus such a jerk?" to "How does Empusa have two mothers?" To my surprise, they forgot how much I love Norse Mythology. When I received my first set of edits back, every single one of them corrected my spelling of "Hel" to "hell" every time my character, Berith, used the word. It made me smile, because I was referring to the Norse Goddess, and I really meant, Hel. And I promise, there is a reason Berith uses the goddess name instead of the Christian realm.
There isn’t a pantheon I don’t love to read about and research. In my series, Dark Dreams, I explore every type of mythology I can get my hands on. Dare to Dream has a special appearance by Osiris, the Egyptian God of Rebirth, and even the Welsh goddess, Arianrhod, is mentioned.  Each book in the series will focus on a different mythology, from Greek, to Norse, to Navajo.
Researching has created new storylines and characters for me. Writing a series can be tricky, tying everything together and having not only story arches within a particular book, but also in the series as a whole. While researching demons, I came across the Greek demon, The Ardat Lili, and an entire series plot was created just by reading up on her. It’s like being a kid in a candy store for me. Every time I pick up a mythology book, new worlds open up and new characters are discovered.


About the Author
K. Margaret is a paranormal romance author living in Georgia. Her love for words, storytelling, and mythology started as a teenager and continues to grow. When she isn’t sucking down pots of coffee and writing, or hanging out with her teenage daughter, she can usually be found in front of her TV watching football, her other obsession.





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