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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Book Review of Alex in Wanderland by Linda Workman-Crider

Book Review: Alex in Wanderland by R.J. Hore
Review by: Linda Workman-Crider

Sci-Fi meets Fantasy meets Monte Python meets A Comedy of Errors and now all shall bow before the (fake) Goddess or face impending doom, destruction, despair, and, of course, death by dragoons and dragons.

In this comedically exaggerated tale, an unhappily married couple, Alexis, a financial advisor and past D&D geek, along with Alexander, an unemployed literary writer and poet, are mistaken for the Twins of prophecy and transported via Alexander’s new gadget to an unknown universe where they are greeted by priests, placed in group with three others, and sent off on a quest before the couple can figure out that they aren’t, in fact, just dreaming. The group, now known as the Five, must play their divine parts and journey to Illyrium to speak to the King (whose name I deeply love but refuse to share) and towards their own deaths in order to free the people from the oppressive rule of the greedy barons.

The author, mostly through the character of Alexander, takes jabs at the plot-line of this novel which purposefully uses totally unbelievable exaggerations of formulaic plot devices. As unsuspecting as poor Alice, we find ourselves drawn down into the rabbit hole where believing the unbelievable is possible. More than likely, some element of your favorite novel can be found peeking out somewhere behind this story’s weave or shoved abruptly without warning right under your nose, whichever way works best for this particular story.

Alexis is a honey blonde business woman with a body and mindset to go with the attire. It doesn’t seem too farfetched, to me, that running the Dungeons and Dragons scenarios and reading sci-fi was a portion of Alexis’s life in the past. The creative thinking skills and the imagination required in her career may have even stemmed from these experiences. In her adult life, she can be viewed as demanding, cold, aloof, decisive, maybe even a bit narcissistic, but, like most humans, she never stays completely within any molded ideas of her character and we sometimes see a warmer, more imaginative side within current happenings. Even her strength shows many faces, such as the ability to persevere though adversity and the ability to take charge of a situation when necessary. Her resume worthy weakness is being driven toward success, which makes her a rounded character and a valuable asset as one of the Five.

Alexander’s unruly brown hair is a match to his life in which nothing seems to ever go the direction he plans. He comes across as an almost-broken man, which can possibly be blamed on his career choice of becoming a literary writer as much as being stuck in an unhappy marriage. We are given an unreliable view of Alex that is of a lazy, irresponsible, and unemployed man but in the opening chapter we are also given a glimpse of a man working toward his own dream and a man willing to lower himself even further in his wife’s eyes in his efforts to achieve it. There is still some spark left in him yet and we see it even through his vivid complaints or silent sulking. Sadly, I think Alexander’s value to the Five doesn’t stem from his character’s character, but moreso, that life’s directional wind planted him there, and a Goddess enforces his continued membership.

R.J. Hore thankfully keeps the dysfunctional couple away from each other as much as possible and while we are aware of their need for couple’s counseling, we are never stuck uncomfortably between them during long drawn out rants of relationship woes, spouting blame and defensive responses. The discomfort level for the reader is more like having two friends, in a group of friends, having had a spat that no one is obsessing over. While the occasional jab and comment is made, for the most part the couple simply avoids the other by remaining slightly outside the group or by attaching themselves to the others in the group. In this way, we are able to get to know their characters as individuals, through interactions with others in relationship that are fresh and new. Knowing their history, however, I was left feeling sorry for Alexander. He was clearly in my mind an underdog who deserved someone to cheer him on through the trials presented in the book.

World-building is an area where I am going to repeat myself because none of it seems believable at first, the arrival, the new world, the people, the religion, the reasoning behind the quest—none of it really makes sense. Somehow R.J. Hore uses comedic exaggerations as textualized incantations that turn us all into Alice, fallen down the rabbit hole with no way back. However, I think I can say that the most believable aspect was the government and that many forms of interrelationships were created and explored. So, I suppose that even if one was immune to magic and stood outside the rabbit hole, the world would seem strange but it would hold the required dimensions and substance to be considered a planet with an environment and ecosystem. So yeah, this world is well built.

Reading an author for the first time is like becoming dance partners. The author is the leader and the reader has to follow. With that said, it took me about four chapters of reading before I became comfortable with R.J. Hore’s style and rhythm. It took me that long to understand that Hore was purposefully taking unbelievable leaps and was having fun with this and up until that point I had been too stiff and rigid. I relaxed and our dance and the reading flowed smoothly in step. It was in chapter four that I fell into the rabbit hole, laughing all the way down. My mind is still adjusting to being forced out of Wanderland by the ending of the book. I am seated now back within reality, but still being twirled around on the inside, eagerly awaiting the next book and our next dance.

Alex in Wanderland is available at Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, and the Champagne Bookstore.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Excerpt from Goblin Fires

Goblin Fires
Chronicles of the Four Courts, 1
By Brantwijn Serrah
Paranormal Romance/Lesbian/F-/F
$3.99
Champagne Books: http://goo.gl/zcjLxy

A Fae Knight's life belongs to the Monarchies. For Reagan, a life is a small price to pay for the princess she loves.

EXCERPT

The fairy ring in Central Park stood near the zoo, a short walk from the scene of the accident. We attracted too many curious onlookers until Erin started warding them off, casting glamours and illusions around us to help avoid notice. At a snap of her fingers, whimsical misleading birds took flight from the hedges near us, and women’s skirts fluttered up as though a wild breeze caught them. Startled shouts erupted from the park-goers and all eyes were drawn away from us.
The ring, as I said, belonged to our House, a Ring of Herne: small white toadstools under a shady oak, dotting the ground in a rough and playful circle. It would open into the deep realms of the Goblin Court.
Normally Finn and his Ladies would not be welcome to cross over into Herne’s part of Thairy without express invitation; it violated the strict laws of fae etiquette, and faeries were unforgiving where custom and courtesy were at stake. Ceridwen led our party though, which would be permission enough.
My princess entered the ring and invoked a thinning of the veil, imploring the spirit guards of the gates of Annwyn to let us pass. We gathered in the ring with her, and as she beseeched them, the day appeared to darken by degrees, as though the sun were going behind a thick cloud cover. Then it kept getting darker, then darker still, until it might as well have been night around us. The air changed from the lovely springtime brightness and warmth to cool, brisk autumn chill. The scent of turning leaves and damp soil surrounded us, perfumed with more distant notes of baked apples and sweet wine. There were other smells, death smells, graves and ghosts and wild things.
Then we were no longer standing in Central Park, New York. We were in Annwyn, a close and shadowy realm, the lands of the Tylwyth Teg and the High King of Goblins.
My home.
The fairy ring transported us directly into the High King’s orchards, outside the castle of Arawn, former King before Herne. The gray stone of the ancient fortress rose up against a bruised sky, solid, indomitable, eternal. The moon, golden and far larger than it would ever be seen from mortal Earth, hung in the night behind the castle like a leering jack-o-lantern.
Puca, once again in the diminutive form of the impish cat, assumed the lead immediately, scampering up the path to the fortress gates. Finn followed and Nineva stayed close behind him. Erin began to go up as well, but stopped when she saw Ceridwen hesitate, waiting for me.
The moment we’d stepped over into Annwyn, I’d dropped to my knees to press my burning palms against the soil. The very air soothed the iron blaze a little, like Erin’s magic, leaching the pain away with slow relief. The surge of fear, anger, and violence began to wear off a little, but I could still feel the thump and roil of animal power in my blood, the hunger of a tigress running hot in my veins.
This is what it meant to be a child of The Morrigan, the war goddess. We weren’t made to be great artists or musicians or muses or sorcerers. I couldn’t hope to master the craft of enchantment like Erin or play the poltergeist like Oberon’s jester Puck. I had a depth of my own power: the power of a fighter, the magic of war. The blessing my Unbridled nature afforded me, the power I had sworn in the service of High King Herne and his daughter. It bled through me, a raging, thrilling power. Sexual, almost: wild, hungry, predatory, and strong.


Thursday, August 6, 2015

Excerpt from Imagine

Imagine
By Jenna Greene

YA Adventure/Fantasy
$6.99
Champagne Books: http://goo.gl/gDviub

The realm of Oren is about to change. Can two girls from Earth stop the rise of evil before it’s too late?

EXCERPT

Becky’s window slammed shut, and she jumped.
Weird. She hadn’t realized it had been left open.
A thick gust of wind passed over her bed. She glanced back at the window with a shiver. The window was sealed tight.
So how was there wind in her bedroom?
A stack of papers near the door rustled and flittered about the floor.
Alarmed, Becky sat up. Her pillow and blankets slid off the bed. A framed picture dropped from the wall and hit the floor with a thud.
The temperature in the room grew unpleasantly cool. Her eyes widened as her bookshelf wavered precariously. There was a subtle humming noise, which seemed to come from the floor itself. The wind reappeared with another strong gust. Along with a stuffed bear, she was pushed flat against her mattress.
What was going on?
When she leapt from her bed, there was resistance to her movements. Taking a step was as easy as running under water. A book hit her in the side of the head, and she stumbled over a roller skate that slid in front of her.
At the doorway, she was stuck. The door wouldn’t budge. To the window she went next, acting on a whim, but it was sealed tight too. She was trapped in her room, facing a turbulent hurricane rising around her. Her heart started to beat quicker, and her breathing became ragged.
A macaroni necklace sprang from her dresser. A toy duck was sucked from under her bed. Her school lunch bag sailed past her legs, and a set of barrettes skittered across the floor.
“Mom? Dad!”
Back at the door, Becky pounded against the wood, rattling the frame but not budging it. Her iPod and her fifth grade math textbook struck her back, adding to the bruises she was sure to have. Her hair was a tempest, blocking her vision. But it didn’t keep her from seeing the way her room suddenly lit up. The light felt more powerful than a thousand spotlights.

Becky didn’t know whether to be relieved or more afraid when the wind dissipated. Warily, she opened her eyes. Her hair returned to her shoulders. Objects settled on the ground. The light pulsated then…