Monster

May. 13th, 2015 06:49 pm
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My self-published novella, Monster, is now available for purchase!

Monster Ebook Cover photo Monster Cover Ebook_zpsil0xsadn.jpg

Genre: Adventure, Fantasy, Young Adult
Price: $8.99 (print)
$3.99 (digital)
Size: Approximately 34K
Released: May 8th, 2015
Print -- Amazon | Createspace :: Digital -- Amazon

~ Synopsis ~

They say that there’s a monster in these woods; Hadrian’s heard it all his life. But it's only a myth, a warning given to children by exasperated parents. The fog-choked woods behind the village are vast and empty. There are nothing but animals beneath the trees.

Then, a villager is found dead, and life takes an unexpected turn. The woods are suddenly much more sinister. To prove himself and his courage, Hadrian must venture there alone.

Only to discover that a monster is indeed very real. And it takes a very familiar form.

~ Excerpt ~

Hadrian watched his breath puff out in front of him, a grayish mist in the biting air. The breeze flowed down from the mountains looming over his village and seemed to carry a chill year-round. It only worsened after the sun set. His thick cloak did well to combat against the cold, but his lips were freezing. As were his ears. Hadrian loosed his hair from its low ponytail and let the long strands settle over his ears. There, one problem solved.

He stomped his booted feet to warm them and his dark eyes again searched the depths of the forest. He saw nothing. The torches could only pierce so far into the moss-streaked trees, and he was loath to admit that he didn't like peering into the unknown. He held half-imaginings of things lunging at him from the black, with claws and teeth aimed for the vulnerable skin of his throat.

It was all Omi's fault. If he hadn't spent their entire childhood filling Hadrian's mind with all sorts of dark tales, Hadrian wouldn’t have such an active imagination. But here he was, pretending the darkness had eyes and the moss had limbs with which to grab him.

Hadrian shivered and his hand fell to the hilt of his sword for comfort. His mum had often accused him of having too strong an imagination. It served to worsen his fear, and now was no exception. But as his fingers traced over the symbols etched into the pommel of his sword, he felt comforted. The familial glyphs of bravery and honor were a reminder of the vows he would soon take.

He lifted his eyes to the sky and peered through skeletal branches to catch sight of the moon. It was a pale orb crawling higher in the sky, marking the continuation of another cycle. Only a couple hours left in his shift. Then, he could return home to a warm bowl of vegetable stew accompanied by thick bread, crusty around the edges. Hadrian's mouth watered at the thought. His stomach growled. His mid-shift snack seemed forever ago.

Hadrian paced to keep the blood flowing, and made certain to keep track of the low fence which surrounded his village. He kept one eye on the forest at all times. The bare, bony trunks of the trees gleamed white in the darkness, only their upper regions full of leaves thick enough to blot out all light. He imagined beady eyes glowed back at him and shivered again.

The worst of creatures in the forest were wolves and the occasional cougar. Both occasionally ventured down from the surrounding mountains, drawn by the scent of human life. Sometimes even a bear would wander out of its lengthy hibernation. Those were the existing dangers, in any case. But few spoke aloud of the mythical monster that haunted the woods: the Troblin and its terrible hunger.

The Troblin's existence had long been legend. A tale to scare children into behaving. Something to keep them from venturing into the forest on their own.

Don't be late for supper or the Troblin will get you.

Foolish youngsters are dinner for the Troblin. He'll be crunching on your bones before long!

Or, Hadrian's personal favorite, Listen to your parents, or face the wrath of the Troblin!

Hadrian didn't believe in the Troblin, but sometimes, looking into the forest as he did now, he could imagine a lumbering beast amongst the scattered trees. He could see hairy hands reaching out of the dark. He could hear the plop-plop of thick saliva dripping from pointed fangs and a slurping tongue.

Hadrian jerked his eyes away from the forest and skimmed the fence line. He was here as sentry, after all, to protect those within the village and warn them in case of attack. The nearest settlement was a week's ride away, across ever-expanding plains that were baked by an unforgiving sun. Hadrian's people didn't worry about other humans. It was the wild animals they feared.

Well, the wild animals and the mythical Troblin.


n_wilkinson: (day of reckoning)
Eugh. Where did January and February go? Too fast, I say!

Let's recap February. I managed to do a re-read of A Tale of Two Geeks and highlight some weaknesses so now it's ready for me to re-draft before I offer it up for feedback. I also began editing and posting Prisoner of Conscience as a free read and getting that put out there for the consumption of the public. I started plotting a bit more on Quisling. And I added like three pages to Fugue of Shadows. I wouldn't call February either productive or successful, but it wasn't a complete waste.

So March will be better.

Well, first things first, I'm going to tackle is the self-publishing of Monster. I plan to do every part of that this month short of actually publishing it, since I still need to find a cover artist. But for now, I'm going to edit, issue the all-call for people to give it a read through, and finalize the format. I've got some tugs on my fishing line for a cover artist, so all I might be waiting on is the feedback and final edits. Yay! Good thing is, if this cover artist works out, then I can probably get a few more pieces of cover art made even for my non-publishing pieces just so I have something to work with. Excitement!

I have a lot of fanfiction I'm going to be working on but March is mainly the month of Monster. Hah. I'm also considering re-titling it since Monster is kind of generic, though I still think it suits the story perfectly.

Oh, and I plan on adjusting my original fic tumblr so that I can reblog and shit from it so that I can find this stuff easier than digging through my dracoqueen22 tumblr. It's going to be nicolewilkinsonwrites, which is almost the same as what I have now except without the dashes. Huzzah!

And that's March. Here's hoping this new job doesn't continue to sap my free time.

n_wilkinson: (bluesummerdaydream)
March already. 2014 sure is flying by.

What's on tap for this month? 

Ensuring The Seeker is ready for her April 1st publication date first and foremost. I've lined up a cover artist, so all that's left on my end is the blurb polishing, final grammar editing, and final document formatting. Wahoo! Research on where I can market will also begin next.

Second on the list is to begin prepping Monster for publication. First, I have to do a re-read and basic editing, also marking if there's any place I feel needs expansion or details. I'll send out the call and find someone who wants to editor-read it for the same. Then I need to find a cover-artist. After that, it's more editing, polishing, etc. Luckily, Monster is in a bit better shape than The Seeker was so I only need to shine it up like the diamond it is.

When I need to fulfill the urge to write rather than edit, I'm going to browse through Break of Day Part II or my redrafting of Shady Hill.

Plenty of stuff to work on. I'm never bored. I don't understand how people can be bored, lol.

Questions, comments, concerns? Feel free to ask!

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Originally published by Sugar and Spice Press, Monster's contract ran out this year. I have decided to continue offering it to the public through self-publishing. At the moment, it is only available for purchase through Paypal, but I intend to market it through Amazon and CreateSpace as well.


 
Monster Cover

Genre
: Fantasy/Young Adult
Book Length: 34,317 words
Cost: $4.99
Available Formats: .pdf,

Click here to purchase!
 


Summary:

They say that there is a monster in these woods, and young Hadrian has always secretly believed. His village, separated from the rest of the world, puts great stock in myth and legend. Hadrian hides his fears from both friend and foe alike; his future position as a hunter depends on his courage.

However, his simple life comes to an abrupt end when Hadrian is accused of negligence in the death of a fellow villager. Hadrian knows that there is more to the charges but must hold his tongue, unable to deny his own part in the blame. He submits to his punishment, taking his first steps into the dreaded woods.

Only to discover that the monster is more tangible than imagined. And it takes a very familiar form.

Excerpt:

Hadrian watched his breath puff out in front of him, a grayish mist in the chilly air from the mountains that covered his village. His thick cloak did well to combat against the cold, but his lips were cold. As were his ears. He reached up, loosing his hair from its low ponytail and let the long strands settle over his ears. There, one problem solved.

Stamping his booted feet to warm them, his dark eyes searched the depths of the forest again. He saw nothing in the darkness. The torches could only pierce so far into the moss-streaked wood, and he was loathe to admit he didn't much like peering into the unknown. He still held half-imaginings of things lunging at him from the black, claws and teeth aimed for the vulnerable skin of his throat.

Hadrian shivered, his hand falling to the hilt of his sword for comfort. His mum had often accused him of having too strong an imagination. It only served to worsen his fear. Now was no exception. But as his fingers traced over the symbols of his family, etched into the pommel of his sword, he felt marginally calmed.

His eyes lifted to the sky, peering through skeletal branches and the thicker ones coated in needles above, to catch sight of the moon. It was a pale orb hanging low in the sky, marking the end of another cycle. Only a few hours more left in his shift. Then he could return home to his bed and a warm bowl of vegetable stew, accompanied by thick bread crusty around the edges. Hadrian's mouth watered at the mere thought.

Hadrian paced a few steps along the low fence that surrounded his village to keep the blood flowing, his eyes tracking a quick path through the forest. The bare, bony trunks of the trees gleamed white in the darkness, only their upper regions full of leaves thick enough to blot out all light. He half-imagined that beady eyes, glowing fiercely, met his gaze evenly. And Hadrian shivered again.

The worst of creatures in the forest were wolves and the occasional cougar, venturing down from the surrounding mountains and drawn by the scent of human life. Sometimes even a bear would wander out of its lengthy hibernation. Those were the existing dangers in any case. But no one ever spoke aloud of the mythical monster that haunted the woods. The Troblin and its terrible hunger.

The Troblin's existence had long been legend. A tale to scare children into behaving. Something to keep foolish youngsters from venturing into the forest on their own.

Don't be late for supper or the Troblin will get you.

Foolish youngsters are dinner for the Troblin. He'll be crunching on your bones before long!

Or Hadrian's personal favorite, Listen to your parents, or face the wrath of the Troblin!

Hadrian always claimed aloud that he didn't believe in the Troblin, but sometimes, looking into the forest as he did now, he could imagine a lumbering beast amongst the scattered trees. He could see hairy hands reaching out of the dark. He could hear the plop-plop of thick saliva dripping from pointed fangs and a slurping tongue.

Swallowing thickly, Hadrian jerked his eyes away from the forest and skimmed his gaze along the fence line. He was here as sentry after all, to protect those within the village, and warn them in case of attack. The nearest settlement was a week's ride away, across ever-expanding plains under an intense sun. They didn't worry about other humans. It was the wild animals that his people feared.

Well, the wild animals and the mythical Troblin.


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It's August 14th and do you know what that means.

Yep! Monster has been officially published by Sugar and Spice Press. Excitement all around! At least for me. *laughs*

I'm particularly excited by this release because it's an All Audiences, General work that I can market even to those who don't like slash.

Here's the important info, my friends. And help a struggling writer out if you have the funds. Your support is much appreciated!

 
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Monster Cover

Genre
: Fantasy/Young Adult
Book Length: 34,317 words
Cost: $4.99
Available Formats: .pdf, .html, .modi, .lit

Click here to purchase! Or from these secondary distributors: 
Amazon I FictionwiseRead more... )Excerpt:

Hadrian watched his breath puff out in front of him, a grayish mist in the chilly air from the mountains that covered his village. His thick cloak did well to combat against the cold, but his lips were cold. As were his ears. He reached up, loosing his hair from its low ponytail and let the long strands settle over his ears. There, one problem solved.

Stamping his booted feet to warm them, his dark eyes searched the depths of the forest again. He saw nothing in the darkness. The torches could only pierce so far into the moss-streaked wood, and he was loathe to admit he didn't much like peering into the unknown. He still held half-imaginings of things lunging at him from the black, claws and teeth aimed for the vulnerable skin of his throat.

Hadrian shivered, his hand falling to the hilt of his sword for comfort. His mum had often accused him of having too strong an imagination. It only served to worsen his fear. Now was no exception. But as his fingers traced over the symbols of his family, etched into the pommel of his sword, he felt marginally calmed.

His eyes lifted to the sky, peering through skeletal branches and the thicker ones coated in needles above, to catch sight of the moon. It was a pale orb hanging low in the sky, marking the end of another cycle. Only a few hours more left in his shift. Then he could return home to his bed and a warm bowl of vegetable stew, accompanied by thick bread crusty around the edges. Hadrian's mouth watered at the mere thought.

Hadrian paced a few steps along the low fence that surrounded his village to keep the blood flowing, his eyes tracking a quick path through the forest. The bare, bony trunks of the trees gleamed white in the darkness, only their upper regions full of leaves thick enough to blot out all light. He half-imagined that beady eyes, glowing fiercely, met his gaze evenly. And Hadrian shivered again.

The worst of creatures in the forest were wolves and the occasional cougar, venturing down from the surrounding mountains and drawn by the scent of human life. Sometimes even a bear would wander out of its lengthy hibernation. Those were the existing dangers in any case. But no one ever spoke aloud of the mythical monster that haunted the woods. The Troblin and its terrible hunger.

The Troblin's existence had long been legend. A tale to scare children into behaving. Something to keep foolish youngsters from venturing into the forest on their own.

Don't be late for supper or the Troblin will get you.

Foolish youngsters are dinner for the Troblin. He'll be crunching on your bones before long!

Or Hadrian's personal favorite, Listen to your parents, or face the wrath of the Troblin!

Hadrian always claimed aloud that he didn't believe in the Troblin, but sometimes, looking into the forest as he did now, he could imagine a lumbering beast amongst the scattered trees. He could see hairy hands reaching out of the dark. He could hear the plop-plop of thick saliva dripping from pointed fangs and a slurping tongue.

Swallowing thickly, Hadrian jerked his eyes away from the forest and skimmed his gaze along the fence line. He was here as sentry after all, to protect those within the village, and warn them in case of attack. The nearest settlement was a week's ride away, across ever-expanding plains under an intense sun. They didn't worry about other humans. It was the wild animals that his people feared.

Well, the wild animals and the mythical Troblin.

 
I do hope you enjoy! And once again, thanks to everyone who has been supporting me over the years. I couldn't have done it without you!
 
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I have a release date! Yay!

It is... August 14, 2010!

That's amazing. I'm really happy for this one because it is more of an All Audiences publication rather than The Requiem of Janus which was limited to an open-minded, adult, erotic-interested audience.

Here's a link to where you can read all about my upcoming update on Sugar and Spice Press' coming soon page. You may have to scroll down a little to find me.

http://www.sugarnspicepress.com/index.php?main_page=page&id=1&zenid=vh4e8ktls4u0idaedmplbslv57

I'm so excited!
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Greetings!

June is just FULL of good news, isn't it? 

Read more... )
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I just met my editor for Monster. She was really nice and she loved the story! Which is always a good thing. She even complimented my editing skills, mentioning that she needed to correct very little.

Booyah!

So I received the first draft last night and got so excited that I looked through it and sent it right back within an hour.

No further changes needed to be made. Huzzah!

Now I am just waiting for it to be officially published. Excitement!

In other news, I'm down to 133K for the rewrite of The Requiem of Janus. I pulled out one scene that I plan to release as a oneshot later and I ripped out another small plot that's pretty boring. Let's hope I can pull out 13K more.

Monster

May. 14th, 2009 02:49 pm
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So I thought about what I could do with this livejournal. And figured, hell, it really doesn't matter. I really do need a writing blog, so why don't I just go ahead and do it.

There ya go. That's my plan. Every day (that I remember) will feature me talking about one of my stories, finished or not. I'll try and alternate between fanfiction and original fiction. There may or may not be spoilers. I will try and make them if there are. What better way to break my writer's block than to try and reason out one of my fics? Sounds like fun to me!

I really need a writing icon.

So today I bring you Monster, the first complete original fiction that I ever wrote. It is, by consequence, a short story, and strangely enough, remarkably similar to The Village, a movie by M. Night Shlayaman, though there are marked differences. Especially since I hadn't even seen the movie at the time of writing it. It was only later, after watching the film, that I could see the similarities.
 

Read more... )

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