Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Fun Flicks

So, last night I stumbled across a few really cool things and I thought I'd share them with y'all!

The first are a couple of movie-trailer mash-ups haha. It's up to you to learn what is real and which is false!
But seriously, I want to see both of these made into movies because they would be hilariously amazing.

Star Trek: The Wrath of Kirk



Seriously, who wouldn't want to see "Goonies of the Carribean"???



Legend of Zelda!!!


Next up we've got this amazing fanmade movie based on some LOTR suff. You have to go to the website and check it out! Keep in mind it's not professional, but to me that's what makes it kind of awesome. :)

Friday, August 24, 2012

Najla Qamber Designs: Last blast of covers!

Najla Qamber Designs: Last blast of covers!: Here are the last blast of covers I've made in the last few months. Enjoy!  Qeya is more like a collaboration between me and Jenn...

Up above is a link to my friend Naj's site, and my first "offical" promotion. :) I just feel really honored to be featured here! Thanks so much for all your hard efforts Naj. She really is amazing, if you need a brilliant cover artist. Look no further. She's got the chops and the sweetness to help you get to that desired final product!

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Teaser # 3

Hello everyone! I've got Qeya posted on Amazon now officially. I've been remiss in my blogging, mainly on my website. So tonight I thought I'd post another teaser trailer of Qeya. Though by now you could just go and check out the book for yourself, I'm a believer in freebies ;)



We must have traveled those caves the entire night, because a bright light greeted us on the other side. It was impossible for any of us to stop. Somehow I think we knew that if we did stop, our grief would get the better of us. Until we were safe again we must keep going no matter how badly our heaven legs trembled.
“I think I see something,” Kahne breathed.
In his usual sarcastic drawl Bruv groaned, “That’s what you said last time. You’re always seeing things.”
Gem and Menai preyed on Bruv’s short temper, an unwise thing to do to the prodigal blade user. Bruv may have been younger than the twins by two years but he was much stronger than they were and they knew it.
“Hear that sound, brother?”
“Shiver me aching bones, it’s the bloody kraken!”
“Calm your waters!” I hissed back at them with a threatening glare.
“Better listen to her, boys.” Arvex spoke sarcasm as his first tongue. “She’s a dangerous Hunan if I ever saw—”
Jymee had been lagging behind until Arvex set him on his shoulders. Now he squirmed to get back down. “Look! Kahne, I see something too!”
“Shut your traps,” Ohre growled once the bright hole appeared before us, shoveling us all behind several teeth like rocks. Me, of course, he had already dragged back against his chest while he fastened another tool to his gauntlet. The soft-spoken miner’s warning had the desired effect. Even Arvex sank until not a sliver of light reflected from his golden head.
Tilting back my neck I glanced up and met Ohre’s strong jaw above me, wondering how his skin could still smell like the essence of other planets. “What is it?” I whispered.
Eyes never ceasing their constant scan of the cave entrance, his words rumbled through his chest and into me. “Something’s out there…something big.” No shadow eclipsed us, no creature jumped out of the shadows or into light. But shivers prickled up my spine when I too sensed something else was watching. He spoke into my hair then, just above my ear. “You have weapons?”
Clutching my retractable scythe, I did not mention the fact it was nearly impossible to catch us in a fight. Only our own kind could nick us with a blade given the chance. Ohre felt the movement, my arm edging deeper into his chest.
“Good,” was all he said before slipping away and walking into the light.
“What is he doing?” Hissed Arvex, blade already held out in front of him.
I shook my head. I had no reaction to this other than the fleeting thought that we were as good as dead if the miner was killed. I blinked and his silhouette disappeared before our eyes. During those tense moments of silence, I found my eyes wandering the floor of the cave. A foul stench hung on the air that only now blasted our faces with the draft. The twins wrinkled their noses, shared a glance.
Kahne’s yelp was strangled by Bruv’s strong hand. I turned to find her eyes widely fixed on something before us, at the other side of the cave. And that was how we found the source of the bad smell. A pile of rotting meat and bones waited for us in the monster’s lair.
A strange blood-curdling screech pierced through the air of the cave, followed by the flash of a shadow and blur of something clawing straight for us. Arvex edged around me to face the brunt of the attack. Fear wafted off of him like a permanent stench.
“Stay back!” he warned, scythe held up in defensive attack.
The beast ran on all fours, its front two feet shorter than its hind legs, spikes growing from a spine sharp as its leaking teeth. My eyes desperately searched for Ohre and gasped when a tall shadow stepped from behind the rocks.
With the dying sun behind him, the lights of his gauntlet recharged with a high-pitched squeal. Before our scythes could cut the beast, a silent disc of concentrated energy sliced through the air and severed the head from the alien’s body.
Kahne muffled her screams into Bruv’s shoulder when the head rolled up against her feet.
Hissing ooze dripped from the creature’s exposed neck and I ran to the flailing corpse and sank the end of my blade through where I estimated its beating heart to be. My own heart pounding, I waited for the memories to fade, the ones that recalled battle and even found satisfaction in the blood at my feet. Shivering, I pulled my scythe free and moved to stand.
When I looked up, Ohre was finishing off two smaller versions of the monster. He turned to meet my eye once he untwisted the device and stashed the tool back on his belt. My gills flared, gulping down extra air. The intense focus of his gaze didn’t help to settle my breathing any.
“Gully! What a kill!” Gem kicked the head back into the cave passage, Menai laughing with him. Now that the beasts were dead, the twins acted as if they had been the ones to kill it.
“Greasy! Yuck! How can you even touch that thing?” Kahne gasped, jerking out of Bruv’s arms now that the moment had passed.
Bruv brushed past them, muttering under his breath. “Water-clogged ears…”
Arvex led the others into the light. “Wrecked if I ever dash miners again! This is one royal who won’t wipe their boots on our cousins anymore.” His grin made the carnage seem trivial. 

Monday, August 20, 2012

Body Snatchers


Hey there peeps!

I’ve just returned from the Piney Woods, visiting relatives again and have mixed feelings coming home. On the one hand, it’s nice coming back to the reality of work and worries. After twenty-four years of staunchly refusing to conform to anything ultra feminine (blame it on my awesome brothers ;) I’ve been suddenly transformed. Now I’m reading fashion and beauty magazines and actually taking notes on tips. I enjoy shopping (mainly thrift) and have a constant thought over new hairstyles and beauty products I might want to add to my repertoire. I feel like Invasion of the Body Snatchers lol.

 But coming to the thicket reminded me I’m still “me”. I still love getting dirty and won’t shy from gutting a minnow for bait at the end of my fishing pole. I could care less about the fact my brown boots don’t match the rest of my outfit. Half of me still wants to live down here and become another Thoreau, with my cabin in the woods. The other half wants a job with actual benefits and a 401k, and actually has ambitions now.
Maybe it’s just another part of growing up, I don’t know, but it’s proven a few things to me.
Even after you think you know yourself perfectly, you can still surprise yourself. Namely, people do change, if you let yourself grow.
Even though people change, we’re still the same deep down at the core root of things. That’s also something that’s important to remember when you reach that place you’re meant to be in life. Don’t ever forget who you were because that person is still inside you. 

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Teaser #2

More news on Qeya! I've got the final draft ready to upload on Amazon. This time I'll be uploading to Smashwords and Barnes&Noble (nook) so when I give the word feel free to download! I'm so excited to have this fresh and "proper" version out for the world to see. Feel free to spread the word if you're into YA sci-fi lol. And for those of you who aren't big readers, it's only a hundred pages, easy-peasy! 

Here's teaser 2 for your viewing pleasure. :)


I hid behind a nearby narrow arch, a more fluid part of the framework of the bridge. I knew if Mother realized I was still here I’d be sent away in a heartbeat. Pulsing blue and yellow lights danced beneath my fingertips. I could feel the energy trickle into my fingertips and rush down my arms.
“What business have you here?” my father’s younger brother and father of the twins called out. His naturally ruddy skin turned violently red and only my father’s stronger arm could hold him back.
Like our relationships, there were some prejudices that had not evolved out of our system. But I was young, and the miners held a degree of fascination with me because they were different. History claimed they were a lesser species we had conquered long ago. But who knows? The winning side always gets to tell the final tell.
Wryly, I admitted Mother may be right on one point. Their clothes did resemble my skintight jumpsuit, except there was much more breathing space to their grease and plasma-stained clothes. It was rumored they spent so much time around the essence of other worlds it stained their skin a permanent murky indistinct color. Having only spent time at a distance from them, it wasn’t until now that I learned the truth.
Their skin was much darker than ours, so dark that the whites of their eyes and teeth stood out on their faces, as did the tattoos spiraling over their necks, skulls and arms. Otherwise they stood only barely shorter than our tallest. Besides their hairless heads I discerned little other difference. The older of the two lifted his strong chin. His features were smaller and widely spaced but more focused than ours. The younger had a face like cut stone, all edges and scars and tensely coiled control.
In a sudden flicker of movement, the younger miner’s green orbs shifted focus, flashed across the room and instantly fastened onto my hiding place. I froze, heart pounding in my chest, gills on the sides of my neck stretching in effort to gulp down more synthetic air. I heard the argument distantly. Sound rushed to catch up to me the moment the miner held back his elder. But his eyes darted to me one last daring moment and his lips twitched into a knowing smirk.
Voices rushed and piled on top of each other. Bits of their argument fell over my conscience.

Stay tuned for more over the next couple of days,

Jenn :) 

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Teaser #1

As Qeya is about to be published...(if you were misguided by my website, I take total blame. I'm terrible at predicting deadlines!)...I thought it would be fun to post a few teaser trailers of my favorite scenes.

If you've checked out my site lately, there's a huge blurb/page about the Heaven's Edge series I'm working on. The awesome thing about this new edition that's about to come out is that it's going from a fifty-something page novella to a ninety-something page! Crazy what happens when you find the right editor! :) (thanks Jess!)

So without further adieu, here's my fav "scene" part 1:

Hands braced out to the walls on either side of my small frame as I tried to watch my step and keep balance. Mother continually agonized over my imperfections. For our people, I was not nearly tall enough, more hardened curves than slender grace. My features were not common to the southern islands either, too much like my great-mother’s northwestern blood. There in the coldest waters, our distant relatives lived by the old ways still. Because of her, my skin was pale, my hair a bright and deep bloody red instead of black or gold or white. Born into a position that demanded much attention as it was, it did not help matters that I couldn’t blend in with the crowd even if I’d wanted to.
For what happened next, I blame on said genetics.
A figure reached from the shadows behind, dragged me backwards and against a taller muscle-hardened frame. I struggled, reaching desperately for the retractable scythe hiding in my belt. As if he already knew my weaknesses, he pinned me so I was half-molded into him and the nearest wall. It hurt.
After waiting a few tense moments for me to calm down, he rasped against my ear. “Took you long enough to get down here. Wondered how long you’d need to work up the nerve.” And even though I had only heard his voice from a distance once before and speaking in a different tongue, I knew instantly that the miner had found me first.
“Think you have more nerve, do you? So important you are, helping your friend show the royals who’s in charge, huh?” I pressed him because I was uncomfortable, angry at being caught and excited beyond all account. After all, this was the most stirring event to have happened to me since the last pirate ship we crossed.
Instead of backing off the younger miner held me even tighter. “That’s right. Since none of you show any sense.”
“Is this really necessary?” I tried to wedge some space between us with my elbow.
He laughed with low disdain. “Bothers you to be held by a filthy miner, doesn’t it?”
Ignoring him I tried a different approach and relaxed my muscles. “Not as much as it bothers me that you just grabbed me without even trying to warn me first. If you’re trying to undo ages of prejudice, maybe you should start by acting civil.”


Hope you enjoyed the first teaser! I'll be posting more to come :)

Jenn 

Monday, August 6, 2012

Small Town America

After spending the weekend with my best friends in West Tejas, I was reminded of a peculiar fact. I absolutely love rinky-dink small town America. My friends recently moved from a small city to an outlying town. This place consists of one, white-steeple church, a fire station and an old main square. Off main street are first through fourth streets. And since West Texas is flat you can see pretty much the whole town in one take.

Now what makes it so different from the suburbs, where I live? Well for one there are no cops patrolling around looking for the crazies out there. Another is that people actually know the rest of the town. But probably my favorite thing was the old high school. It's overgrown football field still bears the sign of mascot pride and the windows are all boarded up. My first thought was that it looked like a scene from "Walking Dead" lol, and if I let my imagination fly I could almost be creeped out. (Yes, I do realize zombies are scientifically impossible) Besides all that, there's just a different feeling to the small town.

In a place with little to no traffic, no traffic lights etc, it makes you feel a little less claustrophobic, a little more free.

If I ever made enough money I'd totally go Hemingway with my cabin in the woods where I could write, grow old and grumpy and gray in solitude. Or...maybe not.