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The Blood Witch Easter Preview Release Drive - April 9
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:
Behind Rowan, Garam nods to Latham as he walks past, Larenna soon following with Sina at her side, and Rowan himself releases the man's hand before turning to inspect the store's wares in detail, wondering momentarily what they should consider for her to wear... an evening dress? Or something more casual... functional?
More to the point, what do you get a woman who has nothing?
Sina, herself, doesn't know... and she steps away from Larenna shortly to browse, gazing at all the options spread out before her: dresses, slacks, trousers, skirts, and blouses... what to choose? Presently she steps near a tall rack with blouses on it and fingers the fabric, feeling the softness and remarking at its texture... so long, again, since she felt such simple pleasures as cool fabric on her fur.
Larenna, meanwhile, immediately moves to the ladies' footwear section, and studies the options before her: shoes of all types – many with heels, and many without. She pauses there, trying to think what Sina might like to wear, a finger running along her lip in thought after a moment, when Rowan steps beyond her to the skirts and observes them, himself awestruck by the size of the selections... so many to choose from, and no idea where to start.
A woman nearby begins to step into earshot, scanning the skirts herself, and Rowan first pauses before addressing her – steeling away his embarrassment – then leans over to ask, “Excuse me... madam?”
Glancing up, she replies with her own question, “Yes?”
“Sorry to be a bother, but...” he starts, glancing over to Sina, who has moved over to a wall whereon a large selection of gloves lay. After pausing to watch her, he looks on the woman again, adding, “I'm helping my friend there shop for a new wardrobe... what might a lady look for in a skirt?”
She glances over to Sina herself and takes in the sight of her for a moment, and – noting her striking beauty – looks back to Rowan with a mischievous smirk, leaning closer and lowering her voice in a private manner. “Personally... I look for something that makes me feel flirty.”
Cocking his head aside, Rowan gives her a wry, sardonic smirk in reply, remarking, “I don't think that's quite what she's looking for.”
The woman shrugs, then adds as she walks off, “Suit yourself... but all girls like to feel wanted.”
He tilts his head further aside as she turns away, his sarcastic smirk twisting further up, but finds himself centered on the words regardless... do all women really think this way? Glancing down, his eyes fall on a black leather piece before him, its size and fabric appearing just right... taking it in his fingers, he feels the heft of it – its thin, light weight and the soft folds of its make. “Now this is a sporting affair...”
Across the store, Sina is still scanning the gloves, when her eyes fall on a pair that catch her attention. Reaching over, she takes them gently in her hands, feeling the soft fabric of the sleeves and studying the way they flare widely at the wrists. Seeing her look at the arm warmers in detail, Garam steps up next to her, quiet enough in his approach that he causes her to jump with a gasping start, even as he whispers gently. “You like 'em?”
Quickly catching herself – her heart only briefly leaping in her chest – she glances between him and the warmers, her voice shy and quiet as she answers; soon trailing off, “Well, I...”
Nodding at them, he lifts his voice just above a whisper, telling her, “Go on and try 'em. They look cute.”
She turns her gaze up on him, and pauses as he smiles down on her, the curve of his lips genuine and warm... a smile warm enough to set her at ease. Nodding back, she then reaches over and takes them gently from their hook on the wall, holding them up to study their design in closer detail... from the leather strap at the top to the flowing cloth sleeve that flares open at the hand; simple and playful in their construction. He might just be right... and perhaps that's why they catch her attention: they look shy and innocent... much as she wishes to feel.
Their attention is then turned to the other side of the store, however, as Larenna calls quietly out for her, waving her over. Curious, Sina purses her lips, then heads over with the warmers in her hands, studying soon the wall of shoes behind Larenna as she nears; taking in the boots and heels arrayed there. Her voice politely quiet, Larenna asks, “What do you think of these?”
Holding up a pair of thigh–high boots for her to look at, Larenna watches as Sina fingers the taut black leather, feeling along its creases and the many buckles lining the front flaps. Letting a thin smile play over her lips, Larenna then asks, “You used to wear something similar to these, right?”
Sina blinks... she just might be right. The memories are so long in the past... but she just might be right. She remembers always being partial to this style; they were comfortable and supportive, and made her feel authoritative and brash... but she soon shakes her head, looking away. “That was the old me... I don't want anything to do with it.”
Chuckling airily, Larenna counters, “Sina, they're boots.”
Watching Sina glance up at her, she quickly adds, “They're not going to sprout hands and bludgeon people to death.”
Sina casts a sarcastic frown on her, but she does see her point... perhaps she is taking this a bit too seriously. If she likes this style of boots, then she simply likes them... what is there to object about, really? Rowan, meanwhile, steps next to them, a collection of skirts in his hands as he looks between them, quietly directing a question at Sina, “See anything you like?”
Sina glances shyly away, so it's Larenna who answers, holding up the boots. “I picked this out, and it looks like she found herself some arm warmers...”
“Well, I've got some skirts here,” Rowan remarks, holding them up. “Now if we could just find a midget with some gin and tonic...”
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.
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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:
Behind Rowan, Garam nods to Latham as he walks past, Larenna soon following with Sina at her side, and Rowan himself releases the man's hand before turning to inspect the store's wares in detail, wondering momentarily what they should consider for her to wear... an evening dress? Or something more casual... functional?
More to the point, what do you get a woman who has nothing?
Sina, herself, doesn't know... and she steps away from Larenna shortly to browse, gazing at all the options spread out before her: dresses, slacks, trousers, skirts, and blouses... what to choose? Presently she steps near a tall rack with blouses on it and fingers the fabric, feeling the softness and remarking at its texture... so long, again, since she felt such simple pleasures as cool fabric on her fur.
Larenna, meanwhile, immediately moves to the ladies' footwear section, and studies the options before her: shoes of all types – many with heels, and many without. She pauses there, trying to think what Sina might like to wear, a finger running along her lip in thought after a moment, when Rowan steps beyond her to the skirts and observes them, himself awestruck by the size of the selections... so many to choose from, and no idea where to start.
A woman nearby begins to step into earshot, scanning the skirts herself, and Rowan first pauses before addressing her – steeling away his embarrassment – then leans over to ask, “Excuse me... madam?”
Glancing up, she replies with her own question, “Yes?”
“Sorry to be a bother, but...” he starts, glancing over to Sina, who has moved over to a wall whereon a large selection of gloves lay. After pausing to watch her, he looks on the woman again, adding, “I'm helping my friend there shop for a new wardrobe... what might a lady look for in a skirt?”
She glances over to Sina herself and takes in the sight of her for a moment, and – noting her striking beauty – looks back to Rowan with a mischievous smirk, leaning closer and lowering her voice in a private manner. “Personally... I look for something that makes me feel flirty.”
Cocking his head aside, Rowan gives her a wry, sardonic smirk in reply, remarking, “I don't think that's quite what she's looking for.”
The woman shrugs, then adds as she walks off, “Suit yourself... but all girls like to feel wanted.”
He tilts his head further aside as she turns away, his sarcastic smirk twisting further up, but finds himself centered on the words regardless... do all women really think this way? Glancing down, his eyes fall on a black leather piece before him, its size and fabric appearing just right... taking it in his fingers, he feels the heft of it – its thin, light weight and the soft folds of its make. “Now this is a sporting affair...”
Across the store, Sina is still scanning the gloves, when her eyes fall on a pair that catch her attention. Reaching over, she takes them gently in her hands, feeling the soft fabric of the sleeves and studying the way they flare widely at the wrists. Seeing her look at the arm warmers in detail, Garam steps up next to her, quiet enough in his approach that he causes her to jump with a gasping start, even as he whispers gently. “You like 'em?”
Quickly catching herself – her heart only briefly leaping in her chest – she glances between him and the warmers, her voice shy and quiet as she answers; soon trailing off, “Well, I...”
Nodding at them, he lifts his voice just above a whisper, telling her, “Go on and try 'em. They look cute.”
She turns her gaze up on him, and pauses as he smiles down on her, the curve of his lips genuine and warm... a smile warm enough to set her at ease. Nodding back, she then reaches over and takes them gently from their hook on the wall, holding them up to study their design in closer detail... from the leather strap at the top to the flowing cloth sleeve that flares open at the hand; simple and playful in their construction. He might just be right... and perhaps that's why they catch her attention: they look shy and innocent... much as she wishes to feel.
Their attention is then turned to the other side of the store, however, as Larenna calls quietly out for her, waving her over. Curious, Sina purses her lips, then heads over with the warmers in her hands, studying soon the wall of shoes behind Larenna as she nears; taking in the boots and heels arrayed there. Her voice politely quiet, Larenna asks, “What do you think of these?”
Holding up a pair of thigh–high boots for her to look at, Larenna watches as Sina fingers the taut black leather, feeling along its creases and the many buckles lining the front flaps. Letting a thin smile play over her lips, Larenna then asks, “You used to wear something similar to these, right?”
Sina blinks... she just might be right. The memories are so long in the past... but she just might be right. She remembers always being partial to this style; they were comfortable and supportive, and made her feel authoritative and brash... but she soon shakes her head, looking away. “That was the old me... I don't want anything to do with it.”
Chuckling airily, Larenna counters, “Sina, they're boots.”
Watching Sina glance up at her, she quickly adds, “They're not going to sprout hands and bludgeon people to death.”
Sina casts a sarcastic frown on her, but she does see her point... perhaps she is taking this a bit too seriously. If she likes this style of boots, then she simply likes them... what is there to object about, really? Rowan, meanwhile, steps next to them, a collection of skirts in his hands as he looks between them, quietly directing a question at Sina, “See anything you like?”
Sina glances shyly away, so it's Larenna who answers, holding up the boots. “I picked this out, and it looks like she found herself some arm warmers...”
“Well, I've got some skirts here,” Rowan remarks, holding them up. “Now if we could just find a midget with some gin and tonic...”
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.
