What is it about Dragons? Rather odd post by Lou Hoffmann

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Yes, it’s me, Lou Hoffmann. I don’t have any kind of serious post planned, but I’ve just been wondering why we (humans from so many cultures) eternally like dragons so much.

No Really.

I mean for heaven’s sake, people, let’s think rationally about this. They’re reptiles. Scaly, cold-blooded. Certainly not cute and fuzzy. And they might be smart but they’re conniving as hell (like in Le Guin’s Earthsea cycle), right? earthsea-cover-le-guin And as destructive as an Armageddon (Like Smaug in Tolkien’s The Hobbit. And what about those dragons George R. R. Martin set loose?

Seriously, Puny humans hardly stand a chance against them, but there’s always a Saint George in every crowd, or else someone to befriend the beasts like Eragon with Saphira, or Merlin with The Great Dragon and later poor, sickly little Aithusa (who can still kick human butt).

I’m not being at all critical—I love dragons too. I just don’t know why. So you tell me: what is you love about dragons? And which is your favorite ever? And what about rainbow friendly YA books with dragons? Can you make some recommendations? I can think of Annabelle Jay’s The Sun Dragon Series and Sulayman X’s Tears of a Dragon—both available at Harmony Ink Press. There must be more?

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May as well mention there are dragons in The Sun Child Chronicles. The brave and beautiful warrior/uncle extraordinaire, Han Shieth, has to fight them at times. But he’s also descended from them, which is not as gross as it sounds and is a story that will be told someday. Meanwhile, here he is in Wraith Queen’s Veil meeting a very distant ancestor, who doesn’t seem to fit the mold at all.

“What about you, Warrior? What do you want?”

Han sputtered in the violet pool, taken off guard. Before he could recover, the lizard-like creature crawled out of the pool and climbed down to him. As she passed through the colored pools, her scales shimmered through the hues, ever so briefly matching each precisely.

“What’s the matter, Wizard’s Shield? Never seen a dragon before?”

“Big ones,” Han said, and immediately felt stupid.

“Green? Gold? Oh yes, the red are in your bloodline. I remember, yes—that’s why I know your name. Well, Warrior, I think you should know that I am the mother of them all.”

“But you’re small.” Duh.

“I am always, only, ever, as big as I need to be.” She flipped her tail at Han—possibly on purpose—as she turned to ascend once again. “So let’s make a deal, eh?” Having reached the uppermost pool, she pivoted suddenly, fixing her impossible-to-ignore dragon eyes on Han, forked tongue hanging out lasciviously.


“Speak when spoken to, young man.”

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Put on Your Traveling Pajamas and Let’s Go (A post by Lou Hoffmann)

Lou Hoffmann Icon-logo-square Hi! I’m Lou Hoffmann, happy to be here (one day late) with my November post, and I’m glad you’re here, too!

I don’t get to travel much. I’ve always wanted to, but just when I thought I was getting to the point in my life where I was ready to start committing resources and time to the cause, stuff happened. Kind of a bummer, but it would be so much worse if I couldn’t travel by book!

As an author, I get a double dose of book adventure, because I research and then I write. Both activities involve “going there, doing that.” Most of my research I can do via the web, these days, and oh, the places I’ve been with Google Street View! There’s a drawback there, though. Street View can’t help me travel through time. So, for instance, when I wanted to write a story (in-progress, The Harp and the Sea which my fellow pseudonym is co-writing with Anne Barwell) involving 17th century Scotland, I read websites, reproductions of historical documents (some of which were quite shocking), and scholarly books as well as lighter things. As this bit was set in the Borders, I learned bout families of reivers, March Wardens, King James, and the witch of Hermitage Castle. Then I applied my best mode of travel transportation—imagination—and went there.

On a rain-soaked day in autumn, 1605, the rough men who served Ker of Cessford and James Stuart, the King, shoved Robbie Elliot into a damp prison cell beneath Hermitage—a stark and haunted castle located almost dead center in the Middle March, a place he’d once called home. When he heard the heavy oaken door thunk shut behind him, rattling the rusty iron chains and window bars, he fell to his knees in the filthy straw that lay scattered over the stone floor. He and a half-dozen others had been force-marched sixteen miles from Hawick, bound, handled rough, and prodded with sticks. Now, Robbie tried in vain to find a few square inches of his body that didn’t cry out in pain.

“There’s water, Robbie.” The weak, high-pitched male voice came from the darkest corner of the cell, and it gave Robbie a start for he’d thought himself alone. “In the barrel there,” the man continued. “It’s clean enough.”

Robbie’s legs obeyed him after only a brief argument, and he stood and walked to the barrel. Dust and chaff floated on the top, but when he dipped the single iron ladle and brought the water to his lips, it had no foul smell. “I’ve had far worse,” Robbie said, and drank.
When he’d slaked his thirst enough, he turned to his cellmate, a man he knew. “How’d you come to be here, Keithen?”

“Same as you, I’d wager. I’d heard the Warden’s men were on the march, and I meant to hide at my old da’s holding, east of Kelso. But I was caught no more than ten miles from Hermitage castle and strung along with five others—including your stepbrother Jem. We’d thought we’d go no further than the gallows on the hill, but they brought us here.”

“Jem? He’s here?”

“Alas, Robbie, he was a lucky one, for he fell on the trail, and the Warden’s man kicked his head a mite hard. Snapped his neck.”

Robbie piled up some straw and sat, slumping back against the wall, his own head pounding as if he’d been the one kicked. Keithen, who tended to prattle on most of the time, stayed blessedly silent until Robbie spoke up a few minutes later. “Yes, probably lucky to die then, quick like that. Do you ken why they brought us here? What they’re planning for us?”

A sudden rattle of heavy keys beyond the door interrupted the prisoners’ conversation, and a single, crusted pot was pushed inside, it’s contents warm enough to steam in the perpetual cold of the keep below ground.

Keithen said merely, “Porridge, or what passes for it,” and then got up and lumbered stiffly to fetch the pot.

Robbie realized all at once that his insides had gone so hollow he’d be happy to fill them with a brick, and he wasted no time. Given no utensils, the two men scooped the thick, sticky oatmeal with their hands, minding neither the slight burn or extra flavor of the dirt and blood on their own skin. By the time they finished, Robbie had forgotten his last question entirely until Keithen answered it.

“I heard a couple English talking yesterday, their voices come down clearly through the shaft, just there.” He stopped to point at a corner of the ceiling, a black, empty rectangle amid the gray stone. “They said we’ll be marched to Carlisle, and wicked James himself, the King, travels there too. They’ll hang us all at once, for his entertainment.”

But even those resources can’t help one travel to fantasy worlds. Although, I admit, one can now visit Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a number of places, when J. K. Rowling was writing it, she had only herself to guide her to the particulars. But that doesn’t quite say it all. I’m not privy to her process, but surely she learned all she could about medieval castles in order to create her fantasy. Similarly, when I knew that in Wraith Queen’s Veil poor Han Shieth was going to be stranded on an ice floe in a freezing sea, I had to expand my knowledge base about the landscape, how the sea and the ice floes act in that type of location, and what happens to humans exposed to frigid temperatures for any length of time. It was, in some ways, an awful place to visit, but I traveled there anyway, so readers could join the adventure too.

Han opened his eyes. The single gift freezing to death offered was the warm, drowsy feeling that came over the victim as body temperature dropped. Han had recognized that gift when it came and let himself fall asleep, feeling little pain at the time and knowing that in minutes he’d feel none at all. But now… something had changed. Someone sat beside him on the ice, someone wearing a hunter’s kilt and a cloak of soft leather. ice-for-isa-goo-ftuos-4319305297_286f24ddd8

Not enough, Han nonsensically thought. That’s not enough to keep him warm. But the man stripped the cloak from his shoulders and threw it over Han. Shivering under its faint warmth, Han fought to make his eyes work and registered the deep chestnut shade of the man’s unruly curls, the deep brown of his eyes.

“Lohen,” he said, “is that you? It can’t be you. You’re dead. Or am I dead too?”

“It is me, Han.” The man chuckled. “I’m dead, and you’re not. And you won’t be.”

“I will. No help for it. If you can save anyone, choose Luccan. Save the three of them on the trail. Take your cloak. Let me go.”

“Luccan is not near death at the moment. I would know. You are much closer to that state, but you will live, little brother.”

“I… I don’t think I want to, please,” he said, starting to shiver harder. “Let me go back to sleep until I’m gone. It’s so cold. Hurts so much to be awake.”

“Stop, Han! You’re not going to give up. I won’t let you.”

Han willed his eyes to focus once more. Lohen’s face loomed over him very near, his countenance right down to the minutia of pore and lash and stubbly beard. But where an empty socket had been at the end of his life, he now gazed at Han with both of the watchful brown eyes he’d been born with.

“You can’t stop it, Lohen. This is too much for me.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to, brother? I remember the last time you decided not to live—after the fire, the day our parents died. I made you live then. I’ll do it again.”

“Cruel, Lohen.” Han had intended to growl the words out with venom, but they dribbled forth in a raw whisper. “Why bring that up now. Why put the vision of that horror in my mind? Can’t you let me have a little peace on my last breath?”

“You aren’t taking your last breath anytime soon, brother. Think about that fire. See it in all its hideous glory. Hear it crackle and pop as it burned our mother’s flesh.”

“Stop.” Han’s shallow breaths came a little faster, whipped by anger and remembered fear. A small warmth crept out to his chest from the cavity where his heartbeat quickened, and adrenaline thinned his sluggish blood.

“Stop? No, I’m not going to stop. You will not be dying on my watch, Han Shieth. On the day you were born, I was sworn to protect you, and I’ll do it.”

“You’re dead.”

“I don’t care! And don’t change the subject.”

The corners of Han’s mouth stung as he tried to curve them into a smile. Tears froze in the outside corners of his eyes. A wind came up and the floe beneath him rocked, spilling some water onto the ice and against his body. Neither wind nor water felt cold. Han knew what that meant—the blessed warmth had returned. He welcomed it, willed himself not to breathe.

Travel-via-book has much to recommend it, I think. For instance, it’s the only kind of trip you can take to the distant past, another dimension, your own home town with significant changes, or the far future. And it costs not a penny more to take the trip over and over again—and when I read, though the words remain the same, the places I see are a little different every time. But do you know what the best thing about this kind of adventure is? You can do it in your pajamas. Snuggled under a blanket. With two cats, or your dog, or your best friend. And you stay warmand dry while the storm rages outside your window and the landscape in your pages is 16th century Scotland, or desert, an ice-encrusted sea coast, a restaurant in Boca Raton, or a starship. How cool is that?

Hope you enjoyed our little jaunts out of town here. Before I sign off, I just want to say my Wraith Queen’s Veil Rafflecopter giveaway ended, and all four winners have been notified. But in case you missed, Authors Speak has a stupendous giveaway going right now. Win 9 ebooks from 9 different authors! You can enter right here. Just click the link. 🙂

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The Importance of Young Reviewers (also The Sun Child Chronicles News—cheap book, new book, giveaway)

Lou Hoffmann Icon-logo-squareHi! Lou Hoffmann here, apologizing. I missed my slated date for October by two days, but Charley doesn’t take the stage until 6 days from now, but I figure I can still slide in here with a few thoughts and some quick news.

First the “thoughts” (since I do have a couple today). Young readers writing reviews is a truly wonderful thing. I fairly recently became aware that sites exist on the web where students can share their reviews of what they’ve read, as well as connect with others and find out what others are reading and loving. A couple examples: Scholastic’s “Share What You’re Reading” section of their teacher resource, and Biblionasium—the latter with a great interface for young readers, inviting and easy to use. I know of only one sight, though, where authors can specifically ask for reviews from reviewers, and where the reviewers are encouraged to learn the art of the review—LitPick, it’s called, and their administrator, Tynea Lewis was recently named in ILA’s 30 under 30, recognizing her work there. Fellow YA author Michael J. Bowler told me about this site last year, and I quickly took advantage of what the site offers. You can post your book for review by any interested reader, or you can support the site’s work by purchasing a guaranteed or rapid review. (No, they don’t guarantee a good review, only that one of their student reviewers will indeed review it.) I have had The Sun Child Chronicles books reviewed by a student reviewer, and although the young reader, Nictaf, did indeed award five stars, the joy of reading evident in the words of the review is a far greater reward. That’s why I believe having young people review books is important—because it gets them reading, and reading is most fabulous. Nevertheless, I am proud of those five stars, and LitPick gave me a badge to show them off.

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LitPick review of Wraith Queen’s Veil

Now, about The Sun Child Chronicles…
In case you’ve missed it the ten million times I’ve already said it, Wraith Queen’s Veil releases this week, officially, on October 6th. I’ve got a blog tour going on, and I’ll post the schedule before I click out here today, but first some other news.

Today through Wednesday, Key of Behliseth is only 99 cents.

Yep. Book one for 99 cents today, book two release on Thursday. Pretty good set up, I hope you’ll agree. There will be other chances to save while the blog tour is going on, but, well… 99 cents, right?

Yes, I’m touring blogs. I hope to have some fun with the posts and maybe leak a few state (book-related) secrets along the way, and I also hope you’ll join me. Here’s the schedule. I reserve the right to switch up the blog topics, but this is how I think it will go for now. I’ll update with exact post links as they become available.

MM Good Book Reviews”: “Interview, Excerpt, and Giveaway”

Harmony Ink Press Microblog

C. Kennedy, Author blogspot: “The Beasts in Lucky’s Worlds: A loving look at the horrible, wonderful, treacherous, loyal, extraordinary non-humanoids in Lou Hoffmann’s The Sun Child Chronicles”

Divine Magazine: “Recommended Equipment: A Wizard, An Uncle, and a Faithful Horse”

Queer Sci-Fi—Sci Fi, Fantasy & Paranormal With a Bent Attitude: “Wraiths, Shifters, and a Ghost”

My Fiction Nook: “Familiar and Unfamiliar Places in Strange Worlds”

Prism Book Alliance: An author interview

The Novel Approach “An interview with Han Shieth and Henry George (a couple of badass characters)”

Drops of Ink: A different author interview.

C. Descoteaux Writes: “Why Bad Things Happen to Good Characters”

Emotion in Motion: “Character interview: Lucky and Rio (Yes, Virginia, there is a little romance in this fantasy)”

Rhys Ford: “How to Play the Game of Stars”

Rainbow Gold Reviews: “Blog Tour Finale: Why Magic? And Win a Signed Paperback Wraith Queen’s Veil!”

I also hope you’re feeling lucky (well at least luckier than Lucky, the series protagonist who has some tough times ahead) because a Rafflecopter giveaway is going on, with four pretty cool prizes.

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That’s it for my post this month on Authors Speak. Happy reading ’til we meet again!

Alphabet Quirks, and meet Lou Hoffmann

Lou Hoffmann Icon-logo-square Here I am with my first Lou Hoffmann contribution to Authors Speak! Not to get too serious too soon, I thought I’d start with a few little bits of information about the English alphabet. Why? Just for fun! After that, I’ll tell you a bit about who I am and what I do, author-wise.

Alphabet Fact #1—Quirky

You know that funny looking thing called an ampersand? The one we sometimes call an “and sign” even though we know it’s officially an “ampersand?” Well it’s got a strange history, and at one time it was a letter in the alphabet. (Came after Z.) And it wasn’t called an ampersand. Not at all. It was, indeed, “and,” having started out as the latin word “et”, which means—you guessed it—“and.” In some fonts and articulations, you can clearly see the rounded E joined to the lower case t, sometimes upright, often slouching to one side. Baskerville italic ampersand 4880557608_d16c23e43e

So here’s the funny part. Think about, when you were a child in grade school and you learned to sing the ABCs. Did you think there was a letter called “elemeno”? I’m not about to confess, but I know for a fact quite a few school kids need to get that misconceptions sorted at a later date. The way “ampersand” became “ampersand,” is via the same route. I guess it was hard to sing “and and” at the end of the alphabet song, so the words were, “and per se and.” Eventually, so many kids had slaughtered the pronunciation that it all became one word. Makes you wonder if someday we’ll find the elemeno key on our laptops. (Wonder what that would look like….)

Alphabet Fact #2—Historical

Do you know where our letters come from? The most immediate ancestors of the characters in the English alphabet are Latin letters (as for ampersand), and futhark.

No, really, futhark. That’s a thing. A runic alphabet, to be more precise. When you hear people talking about casting the runes and so forth, usually they mean futhark. (In reality there are other and older runic alphabets, and most of the time they were used for very mundane things such as recording events, making signs, writing lists, and—oddly enough—poems about giants who were mean to women.) One of the most recently lost letters in the English alphabet is usually referred to as “thorn,” and if you think it was pronounced “th” you’re absolutely right. I have no idea why th took it’s place, although earl

y in its life, it did have a crossbar like t. Just in case you’re wondering, some people know pretty well how to write meaningful text in futhark, and if you have Microsoft Word, you have futhark in your symbols menu.

Tying these bits of alphabet trivia to introducing Lou Hoffmann, some of the character names in The Sun Child Chronicles series are derived from futhark runes. Prime examples: the wizard Thurlock (from thurisaz—another name for thorn—and kenaz), Isa (the rune is also called isa), and two of the young hero’s names, Perdhro and Mannatha, are indeed futhark runes as well.

Want to know a little about The Sun Child Chronicles? Click here to go to the Harmony Ink Catalog. And here’s a trailer for book one, Key of Behliseth.

Want to know a little about Lou Hoffmann? Here’s a brief bio:

Lou Hoffmann, a mother and grandmother now, has carried on her love affair with books for more than half a century, yet she hasn’t even made a dent in the list of books she’d love to read—at least partly because the list keeps growing. She reads factual things—books about physics and history and fractal chaos, but when she wants truth, she looks for it in quality fiction. She loves all sorts of wonderful things: music and silence, laughter and tears, youth and age, sunshine and storms, forests and fields, flora and fauna, rivers and seas. Even good movies and popcorn! Those things help her breathe, and everyone she knows helps her write. (Special mention goes to (1) George the Lady Cat and (2) readers.) Proud to be a bisexual, biracial woman, Lou considers every person a treasure not to be taken for granted. In her life, she’s seen the world’s willingness to embrace differences change, change back, and change again in dozens of ways, but she has great hope for the world the youth of today will create. She writes for readers who find themselves anywhere on the spectrums of age and gender, aiming to create characters that live not only in their stories, but always in your imagination and your heart.

Her blog: http://www.queerlyya.rainbow-gate.com

On Facebook as Lou Hoffmann, on Twitter: @Lou_Hoffmann. You can email her at louhoffmannbooks@gmail.com.

Thanks for reading! See you next month!

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