Shortly after retiring my former author name, I made a fresh start on a new blog HERE. I write in two separate genres (sweet historical romance and speculative fiction), however, and there’s very little crossover. Rather than annoy readers with information about genres they don’t want, I’ve decided to wake up my Child of Yden blog and use it to post about my speculative fiction, and post only historical romance information on my other blog.
Let me start things off by talking about my soon-to-be-released novel (March 29, 2016), Dragon Clan of Yden, the second book in my Yden Trilogy. After I got the rights back from the publisher, I had three months to polish the manuscript before I could publish it again. To my dismay, I couldn’t get away with a simple polish. There were sentences I felt should be smoothed out, and places where a bit more narrative and/or dialogue was necessary. I added over 5,000 words to the original story, changed the title, and redesigned the cover. Even though Amazon usually allows old reviews to be posted on re-released novels, the change of title and author name was enough for them to refuse to return my twelve stellar (4.8 out of 5 stars) reviews. Those reviews are still available to read HERE, so if one of those reviews are yours, please consider posting it again once Dragon Clan of Yden has been published next Tuesday. Thanks in advance! ~ Suzanne
Despite Jon’s plea, Sela paused to see, touch, and smell everything she passed. Increasingly eager to see his grandfather, he chafed when his sister stopped to admire a fantastic unicorn statue.
“I’ll wait for you under the blue fruit tree,” he said, edging toward the next archway. “It’s through here.”
Sela climbed onto the unicorn, throwing her leg across as if she were riding a horse.
“Um…okay. I’m right behind you.”
“Word to the wise, squirt. Never sit on a real unicorn. They can sometimes have a nasty attitude.”
He passed into a mossy clearing dotted by several mature fruit trees and sculptures of fairies. As he walked past an intricate sculpture of a brownie, he couldn’t help admiring the detail. He was so entranced, he nearly smacked into a strange teen.
“Whoa.” Jon reared back. “Where’d you come from?”
The boy, perhaps eighteen, was bare-chested, muscular, and radiating arrogance. Worse, he was gripping a six-foot long staff in his hands.
“State your clan and your business.”
Jon peered at him. “Huh?”
“Your clan and your business,” the boy repeated, brandishing the staff.
Jon bristled and his eyes narrowed. “Bug off. I don’t answer to comic book hero rejects.”
He glanced over his shoulder to check Sela’s progress and suddenly found his legs swept out from under him. As he landed on his back with a loud thud, he winced from a stinging pain across his calves.
“Dude, what’s wrong with you?”
The kid responded by rotating the staff around and around like an incoming helicopter blade. Jon scrambled to his feet, leaving his duffle bag on the ground. From somewhere behind him, Sela shrieked with alarm.
His attention riveted on the weapon, he held up a warning hand. “Stay there, Sela. This guy is seriously nuts!”
The wooden staff whooshed toward Jon’s head and he jumped back out of reach. Unfortunately, he stumbled over his duffle bag and came crashing down hard. The stranger dissolved into mocking laughter.
“You’re mean!” Sela cried.
A nearby fruit tree provided her with handfuls of juicy ammunition. Her aim was wide, but the incoming missiles made the teen duck. Jon seized the opportunity to tackle his assailant to the ground and wrestle the staff away. Once he stood clear, he burned the weapon with the flames shooting from his fingertips and flung the seared wood onto the gravel path.
He pointed a threatening finger at the kid. “Stay down, punk, or there’s more where that came from.”
The kid responded by aiming his fist in Jon’s direction. Jon barely had time to notice his assailant’s clan ring before he was yanked backward, as if by an invisible elastic cord. He twisted in the air, slammed face-first into a stone sprite, and tasted blood from a cut inside his mouth.
The strange young wizard advanced. “More of what, lightweight? Seems to me like you got nothing.”
The situation disintegrated fast.
Dragon Clan of Yden is available HERE.