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Chronicles of Riss, Now on 24Symbols

 

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Confronting evil sorcerers. Fighting monsters. Dueling metal golem.Searching for a sea monster. Hunting lost treasure. Finding a missing show dog. These are just some of the widely varied exploits that the young mercenary sorceress Marissa “Riss” Cobalt shares in this second Adventures in Sorcery book. Riss reveals how she ended up as a mercenary and chronicles some of the many adventures, ranging from fun to serious, that she’s had prior to the events of Kismet and Tell.

 

 

My fun fantasy short story collection, Chronicles of Riss, is now available on 24Symbols! Get it today! (It’d make a great gift for the reader on your list 😉 )  It’s also available from other fine retailers, like Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks.

 

 


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Chronicles of Riss Is Now Available On Oyster

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Confronting evil sorcerers. Fighting monsters. Dueling metal golems. Searching for a sea monster. Hunting lost treasure. Finding a missing show dog. These are just some of the widely varied exploits that the young mercenary sorceress Marissa “Riss” Cobalt shares in this second Adventures in Sorcery book.

My fantasy short-story collection, Chronicles of Riss, is now available on Oyster!

You can find it here.  

Check it out there, or on Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo, and more, and put some magic and mayhem into your summer reading experience.


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The Dognapped Princess (Chronicles of Riss excerpt)

I’ve decided to share an excerpt from one of the stories that can be found in my Chronicles of Riss story collection (available as e-book from Amazon and other sites). Hope you enjoy it. I had fun writing it and have been playing around with the idea of doing something similar some time (a fantasy Nancy Drew-ish series of stories or novels).


I was sitting at a back table in Eli’s Tavern in Westover, eating a delicious bowl of lamb stew, when they walked in. I spotted them out of the corner of my eye as I was taking a bite of stew. Two people stood in the tavern’s doorway, looking around the room. One of them was a tall, skinny young man about my age of sixteen years. He had a pock-marked face framed by greasy black hair and wore the plain clothes of a houseboy. He also seemed to me to be rather nervous, like he really didn’t want to be there. The other person was a plump, middle-aged brunette woman richly dressed in a red silk dress and fur-trimmed traveling cloak. Instead of nervousness, I picked up a sense of anxiousness from her, as if she was desperate for something. The duo spotted me, and made their way toward my table. I continued to eat as I watched them approach. I knew what they wanted. They wanted what everyone who comes to me while I’m eating wants – my help as a problem-solving sorceress-for-hire.

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you while you’re at lunch, Miss Marissa,” said the woman as she and the young man sat down across from me. The young man kept his head down, not bothering to look at me or his companion. “However, I am in desperate need of your help.”

See? I told you.

“Naturally,” I said as I set my spoon aside and brushed cobalt blue hair out of my eyes. “So, what can I do for you?”

“My baby is missing and I want you to find her and bring her back.”

“Your baby? Well, sure, I could find her for you. But isn’t this a situation more appropriate for the city constables to handle?”

The lady shook her head emphatically. “No, no, no. I can’t get them involved. The letter expressly said not to.”

My brow wrinkled slightly in suspicion. “Letter? What are you talking about? I thought you said she was missing.”

“She is. She’s been stolen.” The lady reached into a pocket of her cloak and pulled out a folded slip of parchment, which she held out to me. “Here. This should explain things somewhat. I received it this morning.”

Curious, I took the note and read it. Here is what it said:

If you want your precious Princess back, deliver 1,500 gold pieces at noon tomorrow to the

abandoned warehouse down by the docks. I will return Princess to you then. Do not go to the

authorities. If you do, Princess will die.

Sounds like a fairly standard ransom letter, I thought, so I doubt we’re dealing with a criminal mastermind here. There was one thing in the letter that stood out to me, though. “Princess?” I asked.

“Yes,” the lady answered. “That is her call name. Her full registered name for showing is Lysa’s Little Snow Princess.”

“Call name?” I repeated in confusion. “Registered name? Showing?” Then I realized what she was saying. “Wait a minute. Are we talking about a dog?!”

“Yes. My baby, Princess, is a champion show dog. She has won multiple Best In Show awards. She’s entered in the annual Westover Dog Show that is scheduled for tomorrow night. Please, Miss Marissa, get my Princess back!”

“I don’t know. I’ve never looked for missing pets before.”

“Please? I need my Princess back. I don’t want to pay the ransom, but I will if I have to. But if I have to pay to get my baby back, I’d rather pay you, Miss Marissa, than the villain who took my Princess. I’m even willing to pay you the ransom price.”

My eyes lit up at the though of 1,500 gold pieces, but I kept my voice neutral as I answered. “Well, I do like animals, so I guess I can find her for you, ma’am. So, could you tell me everything that’s happened so far? But would you mind starting with why you felt it was alright to come to me if the ransom note didn’t want you to go to the authorities?”

“My husband suggested I go to you, after I showed him the letter. He said that you had just returned last night from a mission for the Lords of Westover, and that he doubted anyone else in the city knew you were back yet, not even the ransomer.”

“True. I was on a job for them, and I did get back very late last night. But how did your husband know that?”

“My husband is one of the Lords, of course. Lord Abarond.”

My eyes widened a little in shock. What?! I thought. That rotund, bald, mustachioed annoyance is actually married?!

“I’m sorry for neglecting to introduce myself earlier, Miss Marissa,” she continued. “My name is Lysa, and I’m the wife of Lord Abarond. The young man with me is our houseboy, Dirk. He also helps me take care of Princess.”

Dirk continued to look at the table, not even bothering to acknowledge Lysa’s introduction.

“All right,” I said. “So, what exactly happened to Princess?”

“Well, Dirk had taken Princess out for a walk late yesterday afternoon. When he returned, it was well into the evening. Princess was not with him, and he seemed a little upset. When I asked him what was wrong and where Princess was, he said she’d been taken.” Lysa paused to see if Dirk would say anything, but he just continued to stare at the table, so she continued the story. “According to Dirk, someone came up behind him and hit him in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. He was only dazed for a couple of moments, but by the time he came to and got up, he saw Princess being carried by a someone running down the street in a hooded black cloak. They turned down a street, and Dirk gave chase, but by the time he got there, they had disappeared. Dirk searched until it got dark, but he wasn’t able to find them or anyone who had seen them. So he came back to tell me what had happened. By then it was too late to keep searching, so we decided to look again in the morning, in the meantime hoping that Princess might find a way to escape and come home on her own. But this morning, I found that ransom note waiting for me instead of Princess. I showed it to my husband, who suggested I come to you for help. And so here I am, Miss Marissa, asking for your help.”

I thought over her story for a couple of minutes while I ate. “Do you have any idea who might have taken her?” I finally asked.

“No,” Lysa answered. “No idea.”

“How about any dog show rivals? You said Princess is a multiple champion, and she’s entered in the show here tomorrow. Maybe a competitor took her to get her out of their way.”

“But the note said that if I pay them at noon, I’d get her back. And the show isn’t until six in the evening…”
“It’s very possible that whoever took her only said that to get your money, and they actually have no intention of returning Princess to you, even if you pay.”

“It is? Then you have to find her, Miss Marissa! Please!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll find her. I promise. Now, what about any dog show rivals? Given the timing of the incident, it’s highly possible one of them took her, and I’d like to start by investigating them.”

Lysa thought for a minute, then hesitantly answered, “I hate to think that someone could hold a grudge against me and Princess enough to do something like this. But if you think it might be someone in the dog show, well, there are two people who come to mind, whom I’ve had arguments with at the last couple of shows. I suppose it’s possible one of them might have been more angry with me than I thought.”

“Who are they, and do you happen to know where I can find them?”

“Alfred Jemmson, who is staying at an inn on the east side of the city, I believe, and Myra Alistar, wife of Noel Alistar, the prominent merchant.”

I nodded. “I know of him. So his wife shows dogs, huh? All right. I’ll begin investigating after I finish eating, and will let you know what I find out as soon as possible.”

Lysa nodded. “Thank you, Miss Marissa. I really appreciate your helping me.”

“Oh, one other thing. What does Princess look like?”

“She is a small dog, about the size of a house cat, with long white fur, black eyes and nose, and a pink collar studded with diamonds.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’ll let you know something soon.”

Lysa stood up, and Dirk followed suit. I’d almost forgotten he was there, he’d been so quiet. “Thank you, again, Miss Marissa,” Lysa said. “I look forward to hearing what you find out.”

And with that, she and Dirk left. I finished my bowl of stew, which had grown cool by then but which still tasted good, and then left as well to start looking for the purloined pooch, Princess.



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$0.99 Kindle Sale for Chronicles of Riss – Final Day!

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Confronting evil sorcerers. Fighting monsters. Dueling metal golems. Searching for a sea monster. Hunting lost treasure. Finding a missing show dog. Competing in talent contests. These are just some of the widely varied exploits that the young mercenary sorceress Marissa “Riss” Cobalt shares in this second Adventures in Sorcery book. Riss reveals how she ended up as a mercenary and chronicles some of the many adventures, ranging from fun to serious, that she’s had prior to the events of the book Kismet and Tell.

Today is your last chance to get Chronicles of Riss for the low, low price of $0.99 on Amazon! Don’t miss it! After today, it’ll go back to $2.99. So hurry and get your copy of this fun, fantasy short story collection at this special price!

Get it on Amazon here!


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$0.99 Sale This Weekend – Chronicles of Riss

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Chronicles of Riss will be on sale this weekend only for $0.99 on Amazon. It will be available at this price through Monday.

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Chronicles of Riss – the “official announcement”

Ok. I know I posted about this yesterday, but I’m going to call this the “official” announcement of its release since I have links to all sites now. And so, without further ado…

Chronicles of Riss, the  short story collection “prequel” to my book Kismet and Tell, is now available!

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Confronting evil sorcerers. Fighting monsters. Dueling metal golems. Searching for a sea monster. Hunting lost treasure. Finding a missing show dog. Competing in talent contests. Helping lost children. These are just some of the widely varied exploits that the young mercenary sorceress Marissa “Riss” Cobalt shares in this secondAdventures in Sorcery book. Riss reveals how she ended up as a mercenary and chronicles some of the many adventures, ranging from fun to serious, that she’s had prior to the events of Kismet and Tell.

 

Get it here:

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Scribd

iTunes

Kobo

Page Foundry

 


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It’s Done

I’ve submitted my short story collection, Chronicles of Riss, and it should be live soon. Remember, it’s a “prequel” to my one book, Kismet and Tell. Anyway, it will be available soon on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Scribd, Kobo, Tolino, and Pagefoundry. I’ll make another post once it’s live.


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Kismet and Tell Sampling

I don’t recall if I’ve shared a sampling of my one published fantasy book, Kismet and Tell, or not. If I have, it’s been a good long while and I’ve gained a lot more followers since then. So I thought I’d share a sample with you all. In the meantime, I’m still working on getting the “prequel” short story collection out. Hopefully I’ll have it ready for you all soon.

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I awoke with a groan. My head felt as if someone had lodged a battleaxe in it, it hurt so much. I decided to try a Healing spell to get rid of the headache, but my hands wouldn’t move up to my head. Why? Belatedly, I realized my predicament. Someone had tied me to a stake on the shore of the clearing’s lake. What the…? I struggled against the ropes tying my hands behind the stake. Nope, too tight. I couldn’t budge them. I could barely move my numb fingers and feel the tingling sensation of circulation loss.

I craned my head around the sides of the stake, looking for Fiore. I found him to my left, tied to a stake as well and unconscious. His shirtsleeves were torn, and he had some cuts and bruises on his face and arms. On what I could see of them, anyway. His head drooped, his chin lying against his chest, and his ponytail of flame-red hair hung down his right side. And his sword was back in its sheath on his back.

I called out to him, trying to wake him up. After my fifth call of his name, he finally came around with a groan. The first thing he did, once he realized his dilemma, was to try to free his hands – which he couldn’t do, to my great disappointment.

Riss?” he called out. I heard worry and helplessness in his voice, along with a tinge of hope.

Over here.”

He turned his head to look at me, and the expression of hope on his face disappeared. “Oh, great. He tied you up, too.”

He? Fiore, what happened?”

Well…”

He started to tell me, but at that moment the person responsible for our being trussed up materialized before us. Actually, I shouldn’t say person, because it was in fact a Demon, and a really ugly one at that. It towered over us, as tall as the surrounding trees. Its brown skin looked like tree bark. The afternoon sun glinted off the row of bony spikes growing from its spine.

That explains the sneak attack,” I observed wryly. Demons have the ability to attack this realm from the Spirit Realm, before they’ve taken on a full physical presence here. “But what do you want with us? Why attack us? We have no quarrel with you.”

Its three ruby red eyes stared at us, unblinking. It spoke in a deep voice that resonated in the clearing, but its fanged mouth did not move. “Lord Yangul ordered it. I’m glad you finally woke up. It wouldn’t be any fun to kill you in your sleep.”

Kill us? Why would Yangul want us dead?”

Actually, Marissa Cobalt, he only wants you dead.” It pointed at me with one of its sharp claws. “Your friend there is just an added bonus.”

Ok, so why would Yangul want me dead?”

Does it matter? You’ll be dead as soon as the lake dragon wakes up for dinner.”

If I’m going to be dead soon, why don’t you tell me anyway? Consider it my last request.”

Well, if you must know, Lord Yangul doesn’t want the prophecy to be fulfilled. Now shut up and die like a good girl.”

Whoa! Hold on! Wait just a minute! Prophecy? What prophecy? And what do I have to do with it? I opened my mouth to ask the Demon to explain what it meant, but Fiore chimed in with his own question.

You’re going to feed us to a lake dragon?” he asked. “Why not use your Demon powers and kill us quickly?”

I closed my eyes and shook my head. If my hands had been free, I would have covered my face in them. Sheez, I thought. Could he be any more naïve? He seemed to have totally missed the important point. But then again, his question was valid. Why wouldn’t the Demon use its powers to get rid of me quickly?

Because watching you being eaten by a lake dragon would be much more entertaining,” the Demon answered. “Dragon, awaken!” Then it vanished.

The lake began to churn, and a whirlpool formed in the center of it. We struggled to loosen our bonds, but to no avail. After a couple of moments, a blue dragon’s head and neck appeared above the surface of the whirlpool. Slowly, the huge reptilian head moved towards us, and as it did, more of the dragon’s blue body surfaced. We watched in terrified silence for a moment. Then Fiore spoke.

Riss, what are we going to do? We can’t fight a dragon like this.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get us out of here. I’ve got a plan.”

Good. At least one of us does.” He looked at the dragon again. “Well, whatever you’re going to do, Riss, do it now. That dragon’s getting closer and it looks very hungry. And I really don’t want to be dragon food.”

In total agreement with that idea, I closed my eyes and mentally activated the amplification magic of the emerald on my gold circlet. I pictured the runes for a Teleportation spell, modified slightly to allow me to take Fiore along with me. Thankfully, we were close to each other and only our arms were tied up. I stuck my left leg out towards Fiore. “Fiore,” I called out, “stick out your leg and touch mine. Hurry!” He did so, then I quickly chanted the incantation and activated the spell with a cry of “Teleport!”

A blinding white light surrounded us. When it faded away, we found ourselves standing, unbound, on the street outside the inn we had stayed at the night before.


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Makes Me Smile

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I was on my Facebook author page yesterday, and one of my followers posted a comment on a picture I’d shared. She said she was currently reading my book, Kismet and Tell, and that she was enjoying it. She asked if I had plans for any more books. I thanked her and said that I was playing around with an idea for another book, but was currently working on another project. I also mentioned that I have some short stories that are some “early adventures” of KaT’s main character, Riss, and that I’ve been thinking of collecting them together and putting them out, but that I’ve not really gotten around to working on it yet. She replied that she liked that idea, that she’d be interested in learning more about the character. She also said she really liked my writing style. I thanked her and said I’d try to work on the collection soon.

It’s so nice to hear some positive feedback on my work, to know that at least one person is getting a little enjoyment from my stories. It makes me smile and gives me encouragement to keep going 🙂

What do you all think of the short story collection idea?


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Kismet and Tell

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When the nephew of a prominent nobleman goes missing, mercenary sorceress Marissa “Riss” Cobalt is hired to find him. The seemingly normal job quickly turns complicated for the solitary young sorceress, however, as she first ends up unexpectedly teaming up with a handsome swordsman, then finds herself the subject of an ancient prophecy. With a Demon hunting them, the young mage and her friend search for a lost relic of great power mentioned in the prophecy. Can Riss survive her various adventures and fulfill her destiny to save the world from the dark god, Yangul?

 
This is my first book. It is currently available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble as e-book and POD paperback.