Friday, October 31, 2014

HENGE - Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween from the Le Fay Series! I hope your day is full of myth and mystery. For Halloween I am making ghoulish goulash and pumpkin fougasse.   

This year Morgan le Fay is dressed as a medieval sorceress: 



HENGE is out in... two weeks!


--Realm

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

HENGE - Preview

The book release is near! I got the HENGE proof back and am preparing to release the book in two weeks. Below, I am sharing a sneak preview of the book! It's a portion of the first chapter. I hope you enjoy meeting Morgan and Merlin for the first time!







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After the audience stops clapping, the announcer looks down at his list. “Next… sixteen-year-old fire user Morgan le Fay from Tintagel!”

I swallow. I won’t have time to warm up after all. I rush toward the stage, trying to keep my head up though my legs are quivering. The crowd of people from all over the country is a sea of shadows below me. Camera flashes glimmer like stars. Below the stage, the King’s Cabinet members are seated, wearing fancy suits, gesturing with their cigars. Though they are chatting with each other, they eye me intently.

Music plays: aggressive drums and a flute that follow along with a woman’s haunting song. Putting my hands up, I focus on my fingertips turning as hot as coals. As I concentrate, I grow heavy as force accumulates throughout my body. This is my favorite feeling in the world. Hot energy spawns in my heart like the sun and travels through my arms. My veins burn. My body becomes like the earth, sizzling with flowing lava. The energy sails to my hands, down to my fingertips. Fssssttt—fire sputters to life centimeters from my fingernails. Instantly I become as light as a feather, all the weight having been channeled out of me. The crowd oohs and aahs.

I dance and whirl, trailing fire behind me. It arcs high into the air, drawing gasps from the crowd. Sweat trickles down my forehead, but I do my best to look elegant as I create brilliant, roaring ribbons of fire that hug and spin around my body. I have never performed fire in front of anybody before, and I feel like I’m revealing a big secret. Out of the corner of my eye a young man peers at me from backstage, his eyes full of wonder. I glance at him only once through a blur of gold and red sparks.

Letting the fire retreat back into my hands, I bow as the music finishes, making sure to keep my hot, and possibly still-sparking, hands away from my clothes. Setting my outfit ablaze would be an embarrassing finish. The crowd erupts in applause and cheers. I crack a smile and bow again.

As I walk backstage the young man who was staring at me beams with perfect teeth. Suddenly the temperature in my face rises, and it doesn’t help that I just got done working with fire. I wipe the sweat from my face with the back of my hand and study him. The bright light above shines through his long lashes and illuminates his ash-blond hair and blue eyes, which are the shade of a partially cloudy sky. A somber and wise blue. A smattering of faint freckles dots his nose, like raindrops. He even smells like rain. I have seen a few good-looking boys on the streets of Tintagel before, but I’ve never been hit multidimensionally by someone’s attractiveness.

“You were amazing,” he says to me with a slightly Welsh accent. “I’ve never seen fire like that. Where did you learn it?”

I want to tell him that my grandfather was Hector de Maris. Though Grandfather died of old age ten years ago, he left behind hundreds of articles and interviews that chronicled his life: he was the Maven to King Constantine II; he was rumored to have touched the Grail. But I can’t mention him. I can never speak of Mother’s side of the family. Father warned me that I would never get a job anywhere if people knew Morgause de Maris-Orkney was my mother.

“Thanks,” I simply say. “I’m self-taught.”

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“Morgan. What’s yours?”

“Merlin.”

“Oh, neat—Merlin, like the falcon.”

I vaguely remember merlins occasionally soaring through the forest during my childhood. Merlin certainly is not birdlike, though he does seem like an ethereal creature that stepped out of some sun-dappled woods. I study his clothes. He wears a light blue suit and matching tie. He notices my stare.

I clear my throat. “That’s a nice tie. Did your parents get it for you?”

Merlin averts his eyes but maintains his smile. “I don’t have parents. These clothes were donated to me.”

I color as a pang of guilt pricks me for making an assumption. “Ah, well, it’s really nice. Better than my old clothes.”

“I think your clothes look nice too,” he says.

The way he looks at me gives me a boost of confidence. “I see that you’re dressed in blue.” I say, smiling. “Are you a water user?”

He nods. On TV, water users are often categorized as boring splash makers. Maybe he chose formal wear because he doesn’t plan on physically moving around too much.

The announcer speaks. “Next, we have a water user… sixteen-year-old Merlin Ambrosius from Wales!”

“You’re up. Good luck,” I say and give him a quick wink.

He blushes. I don’t think I’ve ever given anyone a wink in my life. Maybe performing fire has given me a rush of boldness.

Still pink in the face, Merlin keeps his head down as he walks onto the stage. As the light centers on him, he looks up at the ceiling like he’s spacing out. As I watch him, waiting for him to do something, I become embarrassed for him. What is he doing? He blinks a few times. Regardless, the pianist begins his song. Classical—clean and simple.

A ball of water appears in the air above his head. It wobbles around in a circle, fighting gravity as the water bloats. The crowd laughs, watching the struggling blob. Merlin continues to look up—he blissfully closes his eyes, as if he’s under a spring rain shower.

The blob starts to quiver like jelly, precariously close to collapsing. Before I can flinch, it’s falling. Then the blob sprouts wings. Dovelike wings. The crowd gasps. The water bird rises up above Merlin and flies with glassy wings that undulate and catch the light with each flap.

I scrutinize the water bird, my neck craning. The complexity of manipulating a thin sheet of water without breaking form… how is it possible? The delicate but heavy wings fight the laws of physics.

The bird splits up into more birds—all equal in size, which means that Merlin can produce water with ease. My fists clench as I continue to watch him. I’ve never seen someone so young able to make complex shapes. Six gleaming birds fly in circles around Merlin. They then separate above his head in a geometrically perfect hexagon. Merlin also understands spatial precision. The birds all turn toward the center, above his head, then fly at each other, collapsing with a succession of splashes. The crowd gasps again.

The water doesn’t fall down. It turns into a rose. Wavering, crystal petals. Diamond thorns. A water rose that traps the stadium light inside it.

The amount of control it must take to fight gravity, to form water into those petals, those thorns.

The piano music cascades as the rose divides and loops into the air, bending into letters.

M

o

Morgan

My cheeks grow hot. The letters turn into six roses again, twisting together, winding, winding. The roses coil into a caterpillar. A butterfly bursts from the caterpillar. Then the shimmering butterfly flies into his hand. He closes his hand around it with gentle slowness, his eyes cast down. When he opens his hand again, it’s dry.

Then he bows.

People are so stunned that they forget to applaud. Slowly someone begins to clap, and then everyone is screaming and hooting and cheering. The applause crashes into my eardrums, each clap striking at my heart. A standing ovation. Some people are even wiping tears from their eyes.

I stare, bewildered. I couldn’t have anticipated this. Merlin was supposed to be like those kids I watched on TV who accidentally used water, making a little splash, staining their clothes as if they wet themselves. So where did Merlin learn his magic?

The show goes on in a fog as my mouth goes dry. In my peripheral vision, as distant to me as figurines going round and round on a jewel box, other contestants dance and show their magic. Nothing directly catches my eye. I want to fast-forward to when the judges rank us. All my childhood, I stayed sheltered with no friends while other kids went to school and played. I spent my time practicing fire magic by the sea. I have no distractions from my goal. My will is pure, driven by madness. “Nothing is more powerful than madness,” my mother used to say.

After the final show the announcer talks loudly, but his words don’t reach me. I hear him say my name, and I walk up to the stage with mechanical stiffness. It feels as if it’s all happening in slow motion. The crowd is still a blur. He swings a heavy medallion around my neck.

It bears the number two.






(End of HENGE preview. I hope you enjoyed reading! If you'd like to read the rest, stay tuned for the book release on 11/11, or contact Candace or me for a free review copy, and add HENGE to your Goodreads book shelf!)

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Featured Artist in Cascadian Subduction Zone

This month I had the honor of being the featured artist in Cascadian Subduction Zone magazine which is focusing on women and the gaming world. It's the first time I've gone more in depth on my background and I also show a range of art from videogames to my novels, including images from HENGE. The cover features my artwork from CLAN. The magazine also contains a lot of articles from talented people in the industry, so I hope you'll check this out! 




I got the printed version... Check it out!







--Realm

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Art - Wordless Graphic Novels

Last weekend I had the honor of attending Art Spiegelman's talk on wordless graphic novels accompanied by slides and live jazz, which made for a very cool visual and auditory experience. Art Spiegelman is a legendary graphic novelist who created Maus. If you are interested in history and graphic novels, you must check Maus out.


I was introduced a few new favorite artists that night, which is not something that happens often.

First off, Lynd Ward. His art is so contrasty and dramatic and perfectly composed. I fell in love right away.



Next, Si Lewen. His art conveys motion with unique shapes and style. I thought it was so remarkable and inspiring. I must have his art in my house. MUST.




I hope you guys check these incredible artists out! I know I'll be collecting more works by them.


--Realm

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

HENGE - Blog Tour + ARC

Hello everyone! HENGE has been sent to proof! Want to read HENGE a month before it releases? ARC (Advance Review Copies) are now available to those who are willing to post a review during the release month of November. Please don't hesitate to contact me if you'd like a copy!


Also, HENGE tour sign up is available on Candace's site! You can also contact her if you are interested in receiving a free copy of the book for reviewing. (You can choose to review when it's convenient for you within a few months.) The tour will run Nov 10 - 21:



HENGE is set for release date: 

11 / 11 / 14

Let the countdown begin! Please stay tuned for preview scenes from the book!


--Realm

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

HENGE - Illustration Preview

Today I am showing you a preview of the illustrations in the paperback version of HENGE. Note, this is not a graphic novel, but a regular novel with around 15-20 illustrations in it. I took a select few images and cropped it onto one page.





Stay tuned for more! I am planning on putting up preview chapters soon.


--Realm

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

HENGE - Cover Art

Hello everyone! Thank you for taking a part in the HENGE cover reveal! It was a lot of fun and I'm so thrilled that you guys liked the cover and premise. In case you haven't entered yet, the raffle for a $30 gift card is still going



The day the cover was revealed, groundbreaking Stonehenge discovery was made! I thought that was pretty neat. And the moon was crazy bright that night. Plus, MAVEN (same name as the King's right hand in the Le Fay Series) is arriving at Mars!

Stay tuned for more preview materials!


--Realm

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

HENGE - Cover Reveal

Hello, everyone! I am so very excited that today is the HENGE cover reveal.





Go over to Candace's blog to check out the book cover! (Plus, a chance to win a $30 Amazon gift card!)

I had a very clear image of what I wanted for the cover... something mysterious with a hero shot. I mocked up a few sketches before I landed on this image. I really hope you guys like it!

In the future, I plan to do a giveaway of the signed artwork print.

Along with the cover reveal, HENGE now has a Goodreads page! Please add it to your shelf if you're interested in checking it out!

Thank you,


--Realm

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Photos - Moon Viewing Festival

We went to the Japanese Garden in Seattle for the Moon Viewing. Lanterns were strung up on trees and set up along the paths. The atmosphere was very romantic. Wooden flutes were playing as well the shamisen. 

Koi fish gather around me:


Autumn is near as the waxing Harvest Moon rises:


Hello, Moon!


Night descends and the ghostly, meditative moon dance begins over the pond:


 The whole garden is lit up:


Candle-lit boats sail across the water:


Autumn is near. With the book release of HENGE coming closer, I think this fall will be a special one. Tomorrow is the cover reveal... Hint: there will be moonlight! 


--Realm

Sunday, September 7, 2014

HENGE - Sign Up for Cover Reveal

Hello dear bloggers! My host Candace has a signup for the Henge Cover Reveal available on her site if you are interested in joining in on the reveal! HENGE is a YA Fantasy. Stay tuned for the reveal on Wednesday! 



--Realm