New Yurt Novella
I have just published a new short novel (novella) on Yurt! It is entitled The Lost Girls and the Kobold.
It is available exclusively as an ebook. The story takes place between The Wood Nymph and the Cranky Saint and Mage Quest and is designed both to satisfy long-time fans who keep asking for more stories about Daimbert and also to interest new readers in Yurt. Click here to see it on Amazon and to read the first chapter for free through their "look inside" feature.
Although Amazon wants everyone to read ebooks on their Kindles, they do provide free "reading apps" that will allow you to read the book on a computer (Windows or Mac), a smartphone, or a tablet. In addition, the book is now for sale through Barnes & Noble for Nook, through Kobo, and on iTunes.
Enjoy the story and let me know what you think!
For something completely different, I'm writing a novel that retells the "Tristan and Isolde" story, a powerful semi-Arthurian story that resounds with old Celtic legends. It's full of adultery and betrayal, nothing like the recent Hollywood movie--more like the original medieval version.
My other current project is "Yurt, the Next Generation." I have finished a book entitled The Starlight Raven (the title isn't really YTNG!), which focuses on Antonia. The book takes place a few years after Apocalypse, when she is a teenager. At present my agent is seeking to sell it to a publisher. It's "YA" (young adult), meaning it's aimed at a teen readership, but I think all my longtime Yurt fans will enjoy it too (and I know I have plenty of teen readers anyway). A tiny sneak preview is below.
Keep watching my web page, and I'll put up publication information on all my new projects as soon as I have it.
PART ONE - WITCHES
Of course I knew my mother was a witch.
She never needed a match to light the fire. She knew immediately if someone new had come to town, even if she had spent the entire day at home, sewing. Sometimes in the evening, after she had finished tailoring a new ballgown for the mayor's daughter or embroidering a new altar-cloth for the church, women would knock quietly on our door, giving quick glances up and down the cobbled street, and Mother would tell them if they were going to have a baby boy or a girl.
But I had no intention of living an uneventful life as a small-town witch. I was going to study to be a real wizard.
That would be easy, I thought. My father was head of the wizards' school in the great City, a much more interesting place than our little town of Caelrhon. He'd said himself that I could come and study there when I became fourteen, the first girl the wizards' school had ever admitted. Already I knew how to turn someone into a frog, something even my mother couldn't do.
But on my fourteenth birthday it all became much less easy....
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