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The Blood Witch Easter Preview Release Drive - April 3
11 years ago
Announcing a special holiday treat!
Every day from now until Easter Sunday I will be posting an excerpt from my upcoming novel, The Blood Witch, right up until April 18, when I will be releasing a preview version of the first few chapters of the work (which won't include some of the excerpts I will be posting; some of those occur much later in the book). After that, I may consider releasing additional pieces of following chapters one by one every week until a certain predetermined chapter limit is reached (so I don't just give the entire book away for free), but only if demand is so high that folks are scrambling for it.
But more than simply sharing a taste of things to come, I encourage all my readers and fans to retweet the excerpts - or at least, a link back to the journal containing the excerpt - and/or to repost them on Facebook, Myspace, Livejournal, blogs, FA and DA journal notes, writing and reading enthusiast forums... anyplace you can get a foothold in. Just spread the word. Together, let's get the hype out there before it even ever goes to print.
And more to the point, let's get eyeballs on my page and drive some interest in my work. =)
They say it's the golden age of social media, so let's take this thing and make it trend. I've never gotten around to making a Twitter account myself - and I tend to avoid Facebook and Myspace - but I know many of you do, and your help would be so greatly appreciated. Together, let's make this thing a hit before it's even ever released.
Well... assuming it's worthy, anyway.
But enough modesty... on to today's part of the story:
Glancing into the next room, she's about to go towards it, when from the corner of her eye she notes something she hadn't seen in her earlier inspection; a low table in the back corner, whereupon sits a small case. Curious about it, she squints her eyes and turns, facing it as she flips the latches open using a brief force spell, then lifts the lid with another burst of force, gently setting it open.
There, tucked neatly inside, appears to be a set of robes and cloth. She blinks at the items curiously – wondering why the previous occupant would leave such things lying around – but then lifts the robe out with an invisible grip and holds it up to the light, studying its cloth... thin and coarse, but nevertheless in decent shape. The corners of her lips turn down, and she decides to try it on, turning and slipping the sleeves over her arms as she gradually releases her force grip, letting it slide on.
She then reaches up and pulls her hair out from beneath the cloth, carefully grasping the silver locks and removing them until they come free; letting it all fall back down in a gentle cascade against her back. In each hand she takes a flap of the robe and closes it about herself, holding it tight and feeling a dim warmth beginning to come down through her... yes, it'll do. It's badly oversized – the sleeves swallowing up her hands and the bottom covering her feet – but it's certainly better than being naked, she thinks.
Her gaze then lifts back up to the opposite room, and she approaches it carefully, letting the orb float into the room before her, where she looks in each direction before settling her eyes on the candle in this room, soon setting it alight as she's done with the other candle. She watches it burn for a moment, when her eyes catch sight of another box on the floor, tucked into a corner of the room beneath the table; what exactly did the last occupant leave behind, she wonders?
If she doesn't know any better, she'd say these things were left behind just for her to find and use.
But what is all this? A sanctum? A study? A library of some sort?
She turns in place, letting the light orb's power dissipate – its usefulness outlived by the candles – when her eyes fall on a nearby shelf and the black book lying on it, its fine leather cover having borne age quite well... its golden letters spelling out words in a tongue unfamiliar to her.
She blinks at it, curious about the inscription; she doesn't know the language, but the letters seem to resemble the human alphabets she's seen printed before, and as she peers at them – stepping nearer – she suddenly gasps as the words reveal themselves to her, translating into her native tongue in her mind, their meaning crystal clear: The Holy Bible.
But how could she possibly know the language? And how did a copy of it find its way into this alien tongue?
A thought occurs to her, and she frowns while reaching her senses back out into the aether, concentrating... reaching deeper and deeper... until she begins to feel the faintest of fields in the building; an ancient magical force that has been set to remain in place, blanketing the area in an odd, unknown force. Perhaps it's that force, she wonders, that allows her to read the words.
Chancing a quick glance up, she scans the titles on the bookcases, focusing on the unfamiliar ones... regarding with astonishment as each of them ring in her mind's ear with clarity, translating into her native language. Remarkable, she wonders; a library full of works in languages from around creation, all clearly readable. What visionary put all this together?
Glancing back to the black book, however, she finds herself suddenly curious about it... she had always heard quotes from the ancient work; at times, even been intrigued by them... but she never read the book. Just the realm of pompous fools and arrogant pricks, she once thought.
How wrong she'd been.
Her eyes draw down sadly, and she muses that if she had perhaps read it even once in her childhood, she might not be in this terrible place. But what stops her from reading it now, she wonders?
Nothing.
And so she gently picks it up, feels its heft in her hands, and carefully pulls the chair away from the table; testing its sturdiness before she sits in it. There she holds the book up to the light, settling carefully into the seat – its wood quietly creaking under her weight – before opening it up, gently flipping the pages until she reaches the first lines of the first book, reading the words with careful intent in the dead silence of the library...
“In the beginning, God created the Heavens and Earth...”
The Blood Witch is copyright © 2014 KL Sanchez. Second revision, 2014.
Content of released previews & excerpts is subject to change in future and final release versions.
April 1
April 2
April 3
April 4
April 5
April 6
April 7
April 8
April 9
April 10
April 11
April 12
April 13
April 14
April 15
April 16
April 17
April 18
April 19
The Blood Witch Preview Release.
Every day from now until Easter Sunday I will be posting an excerpt from my upcoming novel, The Blood Witch, right up until April 18, when I will be releasing a preview version of the first few chapters of the work (which won't include some of the excerpts I will be posting; some of those occur much later in the book). After that, I may consider releasing additional pieces of following chapters one by one every week until a certain predetermined chapter limit is reached (so I don't just give the entire book away for free), but only if demand is so high that folks are scrambling for it.
But more than simply sharing a taste of things to come, I encourage all my readers and fans to retweet the excerpts - or at least, a link back to the journal containing the excerpt - and/or to repost them on Facebook, Myspace, Livejournal, blogs, FA and DA journal notes, writing and reading enthusiast forums... anyplace you can get a foothold in. Just spread the word. Together, let's get the hype out there before it even ever goes to print.
And more to the point, let's get eyeballs on my page and drive some interest in my work. =)
They say it's the golden age of social media, so let's take this thing and make it trend. I've never gotten around to making a Twitter account myself - and I tend to avoid Facebook and Myspace - but I know many of you do, and your help would be so greatly appreciated. Together, let's make this thing a hit before it's even ever released.
Well... assuming it's worthy, anyway.
But enough modesty... on to today's part of the story:
Glancing into the next room, she's about to go towards it, when from the corner of her eye she notes something she hadn't seen in her earlier inspection; a low table in the back corner, whereupon sits a small case. Curious about it, she squints her eyes and turns, facing it as she flips the latches open using a brief force spell, then lifts the lid with another burst of force, gently setting it open.
There, tucked neatly inside, appears to be a set of robes and cloth. She blinks at the items curiously – wondering why the previous occupant would leave such things lying around – but then lifts the robe out with an invisible grip and holds it up to the light, studying its cloth... thin and coarse, but nevertheless in decent shape. The corners of her lips turn down, and she decides to try it on, turning and slipping the sleeves over her arms as she gradually releases her force grip, letting it slide on.
She then reaches up and pulls her hair out from beneath the cloth, carefully grasping the silver locks and removing them until they come free; letting it all fall back down in a gentle cascade against her back. In each hand she takes a flap of the robe and closes it about herself, holding it tight and feeling a dim warmth beginning to come down through her... yes, it'll do. It's badly oversized – the sleeves swallowing up her hands and the bottom covering her feet – but it's certainly better than being naked, she thinks.
Her gaze then lifts back up to the opposite room, and she approaches it carefully, letting the orb float into the room before her, where she looks in each direction before settling her eyes on the candle in this room, soon setting it alight as she's done with the other candle. She watches it burn for a moment, when her eyes catch sight of another box on the floor, tucked into a corner of the room beneath the table; what exactly did the last occupant leave behind, she wonders?
If she doesn't know any better, she'd say these things were left behind just for her to find and use.
But what is all this? A sanctum? A study? A library of some sort?
She turns in place, letting the light orb's power dissipate – its usefulness outlived by the candles – when her eyes fall on a nearby shelf and the black book lying on it, its fine leather cover having borne age quite well... its golden letters spelling out words in a tongue unfamiliar to her.
She blinks at it, curious about the inscription; she doesn't know the language, but the letters seem to resemble the human alphabets she's seen printed before, and as she peers at them – stepping nearer – she suddenly gasps as the words reveal themselves to her, translating into her native tongue in her mind, their meaning crystal clear: The Holy Bible.
But how could she possibly know the language? And how did a copy of it find its way into this alien tongue?
A thought occurs to her, and she frowns while reaching her senses back out into the aether, concentrating... reaching deeper and deeper... until she begins to feel the faintest of fields in the building; an ancient magical force that has been set to remain in place, blanketing the area in an odd, unknown force. Perhaps it's that force, she wonders, that allows her to read the words.
Chancing a quick glance up, she scans the titles on the bookcases, focusing on the unfamiliar ones... regarding with astonishment as each of them ring in her mind's ear with clarity, translating into her native language. Remarkable, she wonders; a library full of works in languages from around creation, all clearly readable. What visionary put all this together?
Glancing back to the black book, however, she finds herself suddenly curious about it... she had always heard quotes from the ancient work; at times, even been intrigued by them... but she never read the book. Just the realm of pompous fools and arrogant pricks, she once thought.
How wrong she'd been.
Her eyes draw down sadly, and she muses that if she had perhaps read it even once in her childhood, she might not be in this terrible place. But what stops her from reading it now, she wonders?
Nothing.
And so she gently picks it up, feels its heft in her hands, and carefully pulls the chair away from the table; testing its sturdiness before she sits in it. There she holds the book up to the light, settling carefully into the seat – its wood quietly creaking under her weight – before opening it up, gently flipping the pages until she reaches the first lines of the first book, reading the words with careful intent in the dead silence of the library...
“In the beginning, God created the Heavens and Earth...”
The Blood Witch is copyright © 2014 KL Sanchez. Second revision, 2014.
Content of released previews & excerpts is subject to change in future and final release versions.
April 1
April 2
April 3
April 4
April 5
April 6
April 7
April 8
April 9
April 10
April 11
April 12
April 13
April 14
April 15
April 16
April 17
April 18
April 19
The Blood Witch Preview Release.
