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A girl's-own steampunk adventure series serialised in weekly parts.

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Part 2:
Part 3:
Part 4:
Part 5:
Part 6:
Part 7:
Part 8:
Part 9:
Part 10:
Part 11:
Part 12:
Part 13:
Part 14:
Part 15:
Part 16:
Part 17:
Part 18:
Part 19:
Part 20:
Part 21:
Part 22:

These stories were inspired by the Biggles books of Capt W.E. Johns - and his sister series about Worrals, a WAAF and spy in WWII.
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Book #5 in the Maliha Anderson series

Projected word count: 70K
Days writing: 38 (ish)
Completed: 99.8%

Still having a difficult time writing due to challenging life stuff but 120 words off 70K ... I will be exceeding that as I'm not finished yet (though not by a huge amount).

As previously mentioned the Maliha Anderson books contain "difficult" content and this one is no exception. The last update mentioned a very difficult scene - which was then followed by another difficult scene. And I've just had to do it again as we head into the story climax and unpleasant information is revealed.

The overall story arc of all the series also hits a major climax in this one and if you thought the end of #3 was shocking this one is going make you go WHATHAFUK!??

Interestingly the event that occurs is the exact reverse of what I originally planned, but I realised it just did not work the other way.

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I'm very excited to announce that my superhero novel, Going Through the Change is officially for sale starting tomorrow! It's been my dream to be a working writer as long as I can remember, and the release of this novel makes it very real!

Here's the back of the book blurb: 

Going through "the change" isn't easy on any woman. Mood swings, hot flashes, hormonal imbalances, and itchy skin are par for the course. But for these four seemingly unrelated women, menopause brought changes none of them had ever anticipated-super-heroic changes.

Helen discovers a spark within that reignites her fire. Jessica finds that her mood is lighter, and so is her body. Patricia always had a tough hide, but now even bullets bounce off her. Linda doesn't have trouble opening the pickle jar that she's a man.

When events throw the women together, they find out that they have more in common than they knew-one person has touched all their lives. The hunt for answers is on.
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To all the UK writers and book fans on here. Can anyone help with this? Women's Aid in Elgin are looking for books to make their shelter that bit brighter.
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Soliciting help from linguists and/or people who know about cats.

Yes, I'm writing fiction. It would probably be easier to just make something up, but I want to be as believable as possible.

A mad scientist has created a cat/tiger/human hybrid in his lab. She has human type intelligence, but the hero initially doesn't realise this because she can't speak (having vocal chords that are almost but not quite based on the feline side of her genome). In fact, she can speak a foreign language, which uses different phonemes so she's just about understandable.

Trying to decide what language she speaks is the hard part. I've found a search engine that will find languages by which phonemes they use, but only for South American languages, which isn't too useful. Also, I'm pretty much guessing about what kind of sounds a half-tiger would be able to make. So… can anyone offer some pointers? Or do you know anybody who might find this an interesting exercise?
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Tragic romance in India, 1857.

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ELONA (opening, part 2)

Lady Elona's mother is in a coma. Elona is being dedicated to the religious order, the Sisters of Taymalin.


Chapter 1, part 2 (age 10)

Elona stepped into the main hall of the castle with Nursey behind, pushing her forwards. The walls were garlanded with spring blossoms, green boughs and the gathered nobility in gay colours. The Patterners and guild leaders stared at her. She saw a man in a big floppy hat who smiled at her with all his face. Her cheeks went red.

Nursey made her walk to where Father stood. The flagstones were hot where the sun shone on them and cold in the shadows, she could feel their smoothness under her bare feet.

In front of the windows waited the line of Sisters, heads bare. The Revered Malea stood in front of them, she stepped forward. Father put his hand on Elona’s shoulder and pushed her ahead. Elona swallowed, her mouth was dry.

A long white flash from behind drowned the sun, Elona saw hers and Father’s shadows clearly outlined on the stones in front of her. All the Sisters blinked when the light stopped but no one said anything.

When the Revered Malea had talked to her before, she said it was always a special thing to be dedicated to the Sisters, but for Elona it was to be done on an extra special day at an extra special time: right at the time when Mother Earth fed the moons.

One of the Sisters sounded a gong.

‘Who brings a novice to the Sisters of Taymalin?’ asked the Revered Malea loudly.

‘I am Taniel, Lord of Corlain. I bring my daughter, Elona, to be novice to the Sisters.’

Father put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her forward until she stood right in front of Malea.

‘Be welcome, Elona, novice to the Sisters of Taymalin. At the beginning of things, we were slaves and we will always remember.’

The Revered Malea unhooked a pair of shears from her belt; they glistened in the sunlight. Holding them in one hand she reached out and took hold of Elona’s hair. Elona choked back a whimper and tried not to cry, but tears formed in her eyes anyway.

The hall swelled with a new brilliance that held steady for a moment then grew stronger. The faces of the Sisters reflected whiteness and they fell to their knees. The light was so bright Elona felt as if it shone right through her.

Elona couldn’t turn to see because the Revered Malea still held her hair, though she too had dropped to her knees so she was face to face with Elona. All around people were chanting: ‘Mother Earth, feed me; Mother Earth, clothe me; as the milk of the Earth feeds her children in the sky, so feed me.’ Elona said the words too but the Revered Malea didn’t say anything, her eyes were wide as if she saw something different.

The light winked out, and everyone sighed. The Sisters stood, blinking, and looked expectantly at Elona and the Revered Malea. Elona looked apprehensively at her but she still hadn’t moved, she held on really tight to Elona’s hair and her eyes wide. She stared at something above Elona’s head.

The silence broke when the shears clattered to the floor.


Elona was pleased that her hair was not cut off, but she rubbed her head where some had been pulled out when they made the Revered Malea let her go. Nursey had helped and pulled her hair by accident. Father had shouted a lot but the man in a big, floppy hat talked to him and stopped the shouting. The floppy hat man had made all the important people come to sit in a room off the main hall, while all the other people talked outside.

‘The child should stay, Taniel,’ said the floppy hat man when her father had called for Nursey to take her out.

‘As you wish, Florian. As long as she is quiet,’ said Father, drinking his wine.

The Revered Malea sat in a chair, sipping from a cup, two other Sisters stood by her. Elona wondered if she would get into trouble because she still had her hair. The Revered Malea had been like someone dreaming and only woke up when two Sisters sat her down in a chair and gave her something to drink; the two waited hesitantly, watching their leader. Elona fidgeted in the corner where Master Florian had put her; she knew she’d made it all go wrong.

‘Well, Malea? You saw something?’

‘War, Arch-Patterner. Shaven-headed warriors invade our land, defeating all who stand in their way: Lords, Princes and King all cut down. Then—’ she lowered her voice and nodded in Elona’s direction. ‘—her, the child, walking onto the battlefield and picking up the Dragonblade. She felled the invaders like corn and drove them back.’

‘What?’ Father growled, and Elona shivered.

‘Be calm, my friend,’ said Master Florian.

‘Across the deserted battlefield the king of the invaders appeared. She battled him. She slew him,’ said the Revered Malea. She looked at Elona then back at Florian. ‘What meaning does the Arch-Patterner divine from this?’

‘Prophecies!’ snorted Father and took another drink. ‘It’s ridiculous! A woman cannot go to war.’

The Revered Malea nodded. ‘I agree. It would be impossible for Elona to do this.’

Master Florian looked like he was thinking very hard. ‘But not impossible for a son. If war were to come, and it is a war where even the King, wielding the Dragonblade, cannot prevail then perhaps, if the House of Corlain were joined to the Royal line, a son of that line can.’

‘You propose she marries Drahail?’ said Father. ‘That decision is yet to be taken.’

The Revered Malea smiled. ‘Lady Metrid of Betlain and her advocate, Lord Tanderlain, will not be pleased if he does not marry Hope. Metrid is desperate to re-establish her dynasty.’

‘Rightfully taken from them,’ said Father.

Master Florian held up his hand. ‘These are deeds a hundred years gone. No one has been promised to Prince Drahail as yet, so none are entitled to be displeased. This would be a liaison with many benefits even without a prophecy. And, if your vision is true, that is so much the better, do you not think? If not, what harm that Elona, and not Hope, should marry Drahail?’

‘Save only Metrid’s annoyance? I think that is quite bearable. We cannot ignore this, I will speak with the Queen,’ said Malea. ‘It shall be arranged.’

Master Florian turned to Elona and smiled. ‘And I think we shall arrange a teacher for you, Lady Elona, to prepare you with all the wisdom we think a future queen should have.’

‘Do they still want to cut my hair off?’ asked Elona.


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Mr. Praline: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
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The Adventures of Viola Stewart: Doctor Jack eBook Cover Reveal #steampunk

Welcome Dear Reader.

I have been busy this month. Now that I have self published the first installment of The Adventures of Viola Stewart, with three short stories, I am diving into rewrites for the novella, Doctor Jack. I am ready for the next big reveal - the ebook cover for Doctor Jack. 

A new book trailer will be revealed next month, followed by a compilation paperback in the near future. Thanks to my models Zena and David and to Terry for the use of her amazing costumes.

The Adventures of Viola Stewart: Doctor Jack:

“Someone is stalking the women of London… again. Oculist, Doctor Viola Stewart feels there is something strangely familiar about the murders. She convinces her friend Dr Collins – local police pathologist – to assist in her investigations. Together they uncover a sinister plot and a secret Society hell bent on creating a new order.” (Approx. 30 000 words in total)
And now for the cover reveal!




Here are a few snaps from the trailer... and a few hints.

You can buy The Adventures of Viola Stewart: Three Short Stories ebook at Amazon  or Smashwords

Why don't you sign up for my  newsletter,  Tea and Tidings, for more information (out on 20th of the month) - via Mailchimp -  
There is also a  specific Facebook page for the series: Doctor Jack and The Adventures of Viola Stewart.

All characters and images (c)Karen Carlisle 2015. All rights reserved.
(Cover - corner cogs: thank you to (c)  Spiral-Out at Deviant Art .)
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By working day I'm a contract web developer. This means I move around from project to project, lots of different companies, building websites, specifically using Drupal. You can find out a bit more about that on my LinkedIn profile, along with all the other business-y things I've done.

The rest of the time I'm a writer of books and also a screenwriter which means I write scripts for TV and Film. Not that you'll have seen anything by me yet but this is one industry where you have to work at it a long time before you get to be an overnight success. You can read bits of my scripts by going my Shooting People profile.

One area which I'm working on with my creative colleague Chris is the Voidships Steampunk universe.

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