Jun 9, 2017
ELF SAGA: BLOODLINES
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B011YM7M62
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ELF SAGA: BLOODLINES
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B011YM7M62
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00R76B53Q/
Elf Saga: Solarpunk has arrived!
Elf Saga: Solarpunk has arrived!
Hello, readers! I know it’s been a very long time, but I promise it was worth the wait. I’m very pleased to announce the release of Elf Saga, Book 4: Solarpunk. The ebook is currently available on Amazon and Smashwords, and the paperback is on Amazon too. What’s it about? Here’s the blurb: This is still not your typical epic fantasy! When Zaya and her friends learn that the world is dying, they…
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ELF SAGA 4!!!
So, my patient readers, it is time. I have finished Elf Saga: Solarpunk, and it will be in your ereaders any minute now. So first, what’s up with that title? What’s “solarpunk”? Well, it’s a fancy new genre in the vein of Steampunk and Cyberpunk, but with a few key differences. First, the style is very Art Nouveau, very stained glass and airy and light, but also homemade and recycled and natural.…
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idk if i’m more mad about how blasé lozen is or the fact that it’s pretty much how Shane talks about the war.
“I did tell you, a hundred times. The spirit Raven made me into the jaguar knight so I could kill a mermaid. Mermaids are awful, if you recall. She was a huge ugly thing in desperate need of a hair brush and a breath mint, but I didn’t have either of those, so I tore off her arm. And then her head.” Then she whispers, “Spoiler alert. She died.”
god dammit lozen
“What the hell was that?! It is not nice to throw knives at people. Listen up, you screwheads, I’m not with her! Not even a little bit. I’m out here trying to hunt her down.” “Hunt down your own mother?” The man in front of me shakes his head. “I don’t believe a word of that.” I frown. “You don’t? Why not? What sort of magical relationship do you have with your mom? You’re not still nursing are you? Because that’s just gross.” “Why the hell would you want to hunt down your own mother?” he snarls. “It’s personal. Medical. Jaguar lady problems, you understand.” I grimace. “I mean, we all have our issues, don’t we?” A second knife comes flying at my shoulder, and I twist sharply to let it fly past me. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Can we please just talk about this? Seriously, guys, use your words, not your knives.”