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A wind nymph, Aria has been burned by humans before and wants nothing to do with them. Then across a crowded deli she meets Juliet's hungry eyes and her resolve crumbles sending them both spiraling into a passion so strong neither of them can deny it.

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An Audience with Joseph Murphy-James, Author of The Shires of York Epic Fantasy Series when he discusses his dragons and reads from the series.

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Zhara has moved past crush to falling in love with mercenary Ryle, but Ryle's not interested in a long-term relationship. But after one kiss Zhara doesn't know how to take no for an answer. Her passion for Ryle could consume them both.
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The past should have stayed just that as Sabrina fell in love with plus size Veda, but secrets always find a way to the light. Will their love survive it or will Veda become just another victim.

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Currently a semi-finalist in the Golden Quill Award contest.

From an ancient graveyard where a witch becomes the guardian to a clan of ghouls, to the streets of Valdar to hunt for the mysterious and dangerous “Book of Echoes,” to a clearing in the dark heart of a forest where a young girl lies trapped inside an evil spell, Dorgo the Dowser confronts fiends born of vile sorcery as he tries to save her and destroy the undying warlock who is known as Ophidious Garloo - the leader of the Order of the Serpent.
Magic, murder, mystery, monsters and mayhem all await you in “Mad Shadows II: Dorgo the Dowser and the Order of the Serpent.” Available in paperback, Kindle, and Nook editions. #heroicfantasy #swordandsorcery #occult #paranormal

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An Audience with Epic Fantasy Author, Joseph Murphy-James, PART TWO.

Why do I write?
I've been asked many times – why do you write?

The trite answer is that I like writing, especially epic fantasy within a historical context. The research is quite satisfying.

But, its more than that. Writing stories like The Shires of York exercises the imagination in ways that regular work never did, even though my day-job was creative.

I'm hoping it'll ward off Dementia; unfortunately, it didn't for a hero of mine, Terry Pratchett who knew how to spin a yarn and take logic to its extreme, and beyond.

Part of the writing process is the reader, of course. What would be the point of writing if nobody reads your prose? Well, there wouldn't be a point.
It's weird. I've done a great deal of things with my life but it is being an author that seems to capture people's interest. Since I started writing I have talked more about my work than anything that I did before.

Maybe that's part of the reason that I write? We all need recognition.

Reading 2 – Intro
Let's move on in the Series now.

You may recall that the Dämonen were going to meet with the Queen of the Brigantes, the Celt Cartimandua. She has a Crystal of the Veil and is even prepared to do a deal with the devil for power. It didn't go quite as she planned.

Reading 2
Malham Cove is the remains of a waterfall formed when the glaciers that covered most of the Shires during the great ice age melted. It must have been an impressive sight; a long curved limestone cliff with a virtually limitless volume of water pouring over its edge to create the valley in which Queen Cartimandua and her entourage now camped.

At the top of the curved cliff face were limestone pavements and Malham Tarn, a deep lake and remnant of the glacial retreat. The waterfall was long gone and water from the tarn wended its way through caves eroded deep underground to emerge in two separate and unconnected streams to form the small and insignificant Malham Beck.

A servant was collecting water and horses were drinking from the stream. The water gatherer looked down the valley towards the village of Malham and shuddered. He could not see the village from his vantage point in the cove for it was masked by the forest of the Elven, a taboo place for his kind. The servant carried the water back to the collection of tents that formed the Queen’s temporary home for her meeting with the Dämonen. They had arrived on time; the new moon was to be this evening and the meeting with Lord Alaric was the following day at noon.

Noon arrived without ceremony and so did Lord Alaric. The first that Queen Cartimandua and Vellocatus knew was that the light faded around them and their entourage was stilled, unable to respond to any threat, perceived or otherwise.

The Queen heard a voice; Vellocatus did not.

You wish your mate to be involved in these discussions?

“You mean Vellocatus, I presume. Yes, I do.”

I am Lord Alaric and ruler of the Shires of York. You have something of mine and you will pass it to me and you will do so now.

Both the Queen and Vellocatus heard Alaric and they snatched a glance at each other as his voice penetrated. Albert was at Alaric’s side as he spoke to the Queen and so was Baron von Brunhild, Alaric’s strategic advisor and a thoroughly bad sort, thought Albert.

This isn’t going well. He should listen to me and not von Brunhild. I will take a risk.

Albert materialised before Queen Cartimandua and Vellocatus and the Queen bowed her head in recognition. Alaric would be furious, he knew. Albert took over the conversation.

Lord Alaric has the power, if he so wishes, to take what he perceives as rightly his. You understand that these crystals were taken from us by others but they are rightly ours. You have no choice but to release the third crystal to our care. Lord Alaric will take it if you do not.

The Queen paled and Vellocatus, with a soldier’s instinct, went to draw his sword, a useless weapon in the circumstances. He was unable to move his hand and he knew that he was well out of his depth.

“This is treachery, High Priest, we have an understanding.”

It was Lord Alaric who spoke, encouraged by von Brunhild.

The Dämonen does not make treaties with the lesser species.

This isn’t going well, thought Albert, for once I believed that Alaric understood. Obviously not.

Albert tried to take control again and he sniffed loudly before attempting to commence. In Dämonen and beside him in the great hall, Albert sensed Lord Alaric’s wings start to unfold as his vexation grew. Baron von Brunhild positioned himself between the High Priest and Lord Alaric. He was not going to allow Albert the floor. The Baron was powerful but not as powerful as the High Priest. The battle between them commenced, witnessed by the hapless humans, caught up in a power struggle that they had no hope of comprehending.

The Baron materialised in front of Albert’s apparition at Malham Cove. His representation was comically grotesque.

The Queen stepped backwards and Vellocatus interposed himself between his ruler and the Dämonen, a futile gesture, well intended.

Albert grasped control.


With a mighty jolt of power aimed at von Brunhild, the High Priest removed Brunhild’s apparition from the scene. Only Albert’s was left.
I will pay for that, I’m sure, but not yet, for I have the plan, not they.
Albert’s image smiled at Queen Cartimandua, now very pale and shaken. She was not reassured by the too perfect representation of Albert before her. She was confused but she too had a plan and it was better than Albert’s, or so she thought.

Vellocatus was scared; his army and means of defence rendered inert for the duration.

Albert sensed Alaric move beside him, pushing von Brunhild aside. Albert thought that the Lord was going to intervene.

Leave me to handle this, Lord.

As yet, Albert did not wish to confront Alaric’s great power and the Lord knew it. Lord Alaric controlled his energy and he ruled with a light touch but it was always clear who was in charge. Alaric trusted his High Priest and Albert was now relying on that ancient bond. Baron von Brunhild, though, was livid.

The Queen picked up the leather pouch and opened it to reveal the Crystal of the Veil. Albert felt the stretching of Lord Alaric’s wings beside him in the great hall.

Now is my chance, thought Albert.

Albert moved close to the Queen and touched her hand.
It is now or never.

Whilst touching the Queen, Albert enacted his magic and the crystal dissolved, reappearing in the great hall.

I have it.

What happened next was not foreseen, but immortality is like that. The Queen removed her hand from Albert’s chilling touch.

“It is yours,” said the Queen, “but the second is mine. You shall not have it for this treachery. Be gone.”

Albert’s plan was unravelling, for he could do nothing without the Queen’s compliance, or that of another mortal. These were the restrictions of the
Dämonen exile and the Veils being closed.

We have the third crystal. How do we retrieve the second? She will not co-operate now.

The scene faded and Albert was, once again, beside Lord Alaric, the Baron on his far side. Looking up, Albert could see the ire in von Brunhild’s eyes and the horns on his head glowed red. Albert returned the resentment in gesture and then turned to look at Alaric.

He’s calm. That’s surprising.

“I may have miscalculated,” said the Lord, after a moment’s contemplation and the Baron stared at Alaric, disbelieving what he was hearing.

“Yes, Lord,” said Albert.

“What do you mean?” blurted von Brunhild.

“Just that,” said Albert, “the Lord has been badly advised.”

Lord Alaric glanced briefly at his High Priest before saying to the Baron, “If you would be good enough to leave us alone. I will call on you soon.”

Von Brunhild glared at Albert, turned sharply and, dispensing with formality, stormed from the room.

“I will deal with him later,” said Alaric, “Now, Albert.”

“Yes, Lord,” said Albert.

“I think I have misjudged you,” said Alaric.

“Not just myself,” said Albert.

“Meaning?” said the Lord.

“You have overestimated our powers in the Shires,” said Albert.

“With the Veils closed you mean?”

“Yes,” said Albert, “you know that we can do nothing without the co-operation of humans. They are our conduit. I thought that you knew this.”

Lord Alaric looked thoughtful.

He’s thinking but he’s not contrite.

“I doubt if the Queen would give us the second crystal willingly. We seem to have suffered a setback?” said Alaric.

“We?” said Albert, “Yes, Lord, we have indeed.”

#EpicFantasy #Fantasy #ScienceFiction #SciFi

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“Bonadonna has constructed an empire and galaxy that largely escapes the looming shadow of Star Wars and Star Trek to exist as an original work in its own right. ‘Three Against The Stars’ is a rip-roaring adventure ride.” — William Patrick Maynard, Black Gate Magazine, author of “Lawhead,” “The Terror of Fu Manchu,” and “The Destiny of Fu Manchu.”
On the distant alien planet of Rhajnara a conspiracy created by the fascist Khandra Regime is set into motion to overthrow the rightful Rhajni Republic and instigate a policy of ethnic-cleansing. The conspirators are cunning and it seems nothing in the universe can derail their mad apocalyptic scheme. Nothing that is but three rambunctious Space Marines from the Third Regiment Company E of the United States Space Marines assigned to Rhajnara with the Terran Expeditionary Force. Sergeants Fernando Cortez, Seamus O’Hara and Claudia Akira are the most unlikely trio ever to don starhead camouflage and become military heroes. To their superiors they are wild, reckless and incessant troublemakers always in the thick of things. Yet their courage, loyalty and devotion to duty prove them to be the toughest Devil Dogs in the Corp. Now, with the aid of a Medical Corpsman named Makki Doon, a young Felisian native proto-feline humanoid, these three futuristic musketeers are about to become the one factor capable of exposing the traitorous Khandra coup. But to do so they will have to put their lives on the line one more time and risk all to save the day facing off against incredible odds. To save an empire they will truly become … “Three Against The Stars.”
Published by Airship 27 Productions, “Three Against The Stars” is available worldwide in paperback, Kindle, and audio book editions. #jobobooks #spaceopera #sciencefiction

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Winner of the 2017 Golden Book Readers' Choice Award for Best Fantasy.

“Bonadonna balances the human and the grimness in such a way that one never becomes suffocated. Instead, the humor and wit make the characters seem more real, as some of the characters, including Dorgo, use the humor to deal with the darkness they confront.” — Keith West, Amazing Stories Magazine.
From infernal depths where lost souls mutate into hell-spawned devils, from the other side of the veil that separates the earthly from the unearthly, from a clearing in the dark heart of a forest where a young girl lies trapped inside an evil spell, and to the streets of Valdar where he confronts fiends born of dark sorcery, “Mad Shadows I: The Weird Tales of Dorgo the Dowser,” will transport you to a world where life is cheap and souls are always up for sale. #heroicfantasy #swordandsorcery #occult #paranormal
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