A TASTE FROM “THROUGH KESTREL’S EYES”

 

 

 

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PROLOGUE:

 

Eleven year old Liannis sat on the sod roof of her parents’ cottage in her night-shift, stroking No-tail’s soft fur, and gazing into the night sky. She loved to sit here to think, but chose to do so only after she was sure her parents slept soundly below. They did not approve, fearing she might fall off and be injured. Liannis knew better. At times like this, No-tail, their small cat, usually followed her and took advantage of the warm nest made by the hammock of her skirt as she sat cross-legged.

As a small child, Liannis had spent many happy days at court playing with Lionn, Lord Gaelen’s son, Sennia, his sister, and Borless, the son of Lady Marja’s maid. But as she grew older, the press of her growing inner gifts made it harder to be among so many people. The impressions of their emotions pressed on her spirit and threatened to overwhelm her. Like Liethis, seer to the court of Bargia, she preferred the isolation of her home outside the city.

At first Lord Gaelen and Lady Marja had been reluctant to have their son and heir come to the cottage to visit with her here, fearing for his safety away from the guards. But Liannis knew he would come to no harm. She told them, with full confidence that nothing would happen to him as long as he was with her. Earth had told her so.

Gaelen had relented only upon assurance from Liethis, official seer of Bargia, that Liannis’ sight was true.  From that time on, under the watchful eyes of Liannis’ parents, the three children had visited with her often,. They had occasionally accompanied her in her night vigils on the roof.

Liannis had not returned to court again after her eighth summer. The press of impressions there caused her too much pain.

Tonight, Liannis kept her vigil alone. She considered what her future would hold. When she reached her twelfth birthday, she understood she would start spending the winter months with Liethis as her apprentice.

Liethis had already explained to Lord Gaelen and her parents that Liannis would grow into a much more powerful seer than she was. Liannis’ gifts of truth-reading and her ability to mind-speak birds and animals already outshone her own and had not yet grown into their full strength. But the girl needed other skills that would help her use her gifts to their full potential; how to dampen the press that would drive her mad otherwise, how to deal with persons of influence diplomatically and how to handle unwelcome questions from those whose problems were too small for Earth to be concerned with.

Liannis did not look forward to leaving her peaceful home but she understood its necessity. Already, she found it hard to control the barrage that assaulted her senses, and this would only increase. But at least the summers would still be spent here at home.

Liannis smiled, as she sensed her father reach for her mother and lay his sleeping arm across her waist. Earth had given her special parents. She knew they would never have another child. Seers were always only daughters. Earth never burdened a seer with siblings, as they matured too quickly and felt the emotions of those around them too keenly, to thrive in larger families. They needed a serene environment in which their gifts could grow without constraint.

She dreamily pulled a blade of grass from the sod to chew. Then, stroking No-tail one last time, she smiled to herself, content, climbed down and went to her bed in the loft.

Ken (robo man) La Salle Play it Again Ken

Once again Ken hits it out of the park. I’d like to have his drive. The cover’s simplicity is particularly appealing.

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In the early 70’s, in the middle of the night, on a dried out lawn in a broken down neighborhood in the Southern Californian community of Santa Ana, Nate Brewer’s mother held him as they watched his father leave them to an uncertain future. After that, it was every man for himself.

At least, that’s how Nate and his brother, Ira, saw it.

Now, Ira’s 45 years old. He’s losing his wife. He lost his career. His mom is losing that same home in Santa Ana and Nate thinks he may be losing his mind.

That’s just the beginning of indian paintbrush, a darkly, bitter-sweet comic tale told by Nate himself. He thinks he’s writing a journal for his psychiatrist but, as his recollections grow darker, he realizes that he has let every bad moment in his life keep him from reaching for anything good. This could be his last chance at remembering just what it is he can’t live without.

Some people grow up hoping things will change but, very often, the only thing time changes is our memories… Maybe there are times when “family” comes down to a group of people you just can’t stand, who you actively hate. And these are the people with whom you will share some of your fondest memories.

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You can find my books on Amazon.com, BN.com, Smashwords.com, and my audiobooks at Audible.com.

And don’t forget to check out his podcasts, available on iTunes!

 

Passion

I wrote this guest post about a year ago, and thought it was good place to revisit.

Passion and Writing

Do you communicate your passion in your writing? Passion in writing is the hook that draws the reader into the web of story. Here, Aron Joice, outlines how she accesses her passion and articulates it as part of her story. Enjoy!
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Passion and Writing

by Aron Joice

Aron Joice Passion and Writing post graphicWhere does passion come from and how does it affect a writer? Passion is a gripping emotion that can allow us to discover secrets about others and ourselves. I am passionate about so many things, art, our environment, animals, children, and the elderly. Each category moves me differently, but the feelings are powerful nonetheless. Writers are solitary people facing a screen for hours on end requiring self-discipline. That discipline must come from the passion, and the necessity to write. So how do we use this as a tool to enhance our prose?

“Everyone is motivated by passion in some way”

I write fantasy. When I deal with my characters personalities and flaws I think about what motivates them. Why do they behave in a certain way? They can’t be linear, or unbelievable. Even the quietest of people have some deep-seated issues. The bottom line in my trilogy “The Lost Children of Managrail” is that love can heal, but it can also destroy. Think about the power of love. People have sacrificed their lives to save a loved one; others, in uncontrolled passion have taken the lives of those they profess to love. Everyone is motivated by passion in some way.

If I have a death scene, I’ll reach into my dark recesses recalling the death of a family member, or a friend. Perhaps even someone I loathed. I give myself over to that moment in time digesting what I had felt. Does anger come to the forefront evoking emotions that I can’t control? If so I am experiencing passion. Maybe I want my readers to hate a character. I can search my mental library recalling some hideous act that I read about in the media. The anger and disgust start to churn, I might think how I want that person to suffer, or die. These are passionate feelings not always controlled. Are they right? Can I justify them? Do I need to?

A writer must be passionate, or otherwise they will be incapable of moving the reader to simply immerse themselves in the authors’s work. When it is forceful, we turn a page and then another. The passion that motivated the writer has touched your heart and possibly your soul.
I think it is safe to say that most people relate passion to some art form whether it is writing, music, art, or dance. Let’s focus on art for the moment. Take a Monet and place it along side of a Picasso. Now stand back and tell me what you see. Do you think one artist is more passionate about his work than the other? Not at all, yet they are total 180’s. Monet evokes soft visuals that calm, while Picasso’s audacious strokes make one want to run with the bulls. Each brush stroke brought to canvas came from passion.

“Passion is personal, but can be shared with the world”

I was a trained dancer and spent many years performing. Speaking from a personal perspective the selected music was instrumental in how passionate I danced a particular number. If I didn’t feel the music to the depth of my soul, passion escaped me. I felt blah! The passion that the musician put into his work motivated me in mine. What about opera? Although this isn’t my cuppa, aficionados can’t get enough. Rappers, Metal heads, and Country fans will stand toe to toe with you regarding their passionate choice in music. Are there right or wrongs? Never. Passion is personal, but can be shared with the world, and that in turn brings about more passion.

Why is any of this important? Without the P word, life would be gray, and each day would be humdrum. The human race becomes less human walking around in a languid state. What a horrible and dull world it would be. Politics would fly out of the window (not such a bad idea), charitable actions, caring for our fellow man, starting the day with a powerful sunrise, loving our earth, feeding the hungry, educating the poor, honoring our fallen, standing for freedom, fighting for victims rights, all gone and forgotten without passion.

We are passion in its full form. It can’t be taken away from us; we can’t trade it in on something new and better. Passion is the best and the worst of us.

http://imogenknightreikicircle.co.uk/passion-and-writing/

The Race Is On: Ken La Salle

Newsflash— “Cookies: Sluts of the Snack World”  flashed her chocolate chips distracting everyone and made a fast dash out of the gate. “Last Ditch” wasn’t to be fooled(they have the same trainer and Ditch knows the tricks).

Cookies has the lead but Ditch is coming on strong. This reporter is predicting by the weekend it will be a photo finish.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L5HOSWS

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Follow his writing career at www.kenlasalle.com

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You can find his books on Amazon.comBN.comSmashwords.com, and my audiobooks at Audible.com.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NicQhZ6TWVk&list=UUqtn0cpAy5KF5afAGSDNZhA

Ken La Salle, does he ever sleep?

Well my friend Ken has done it again. I think he has a genie in a bottle. Congratulations on another release!

FTGO cookies cover preview

Fun To Grow On books (a new series of children’s books for adults) presentsCookies: Sluts of the Snack World. Available for the Kindle for just $2.50! (Coming soon in audio and paperback!)

 

http://www.amazon.com/Cookies-Sluts-Snack-World-Grow-ebook/dp/B00KYAZIH6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1402635046&sr=1-1

 

WiDo Publishing signs Ken La Salle (Article Reprint)

WiDo Publishing™ Finds Magic with Hybrid Author Ken LaSalle

SALT LAKE CITY, UT March 5, 2014

Ken La Salle (d)Good relationships take a certain kind of magic to succeed. Even if it’s just a metaphor, sometimes you need magic. But what if all you’ve got is the wrong magic? Alex and Stephanie split up after years without magic and, when Alex finds a box of stories Stephanie never finished, he decides to finish them for her to try and win her back. Suddenly, the stories begin to come true in the worst possible ways. Mind-numbing fogs roll in, killer forests appear, everything begins to fall apart! When the wrong magic is all you’ve got, can it be enough?

When WiDo submissions editor, Allie Maldonado, read Ken LaSalle’s ”The Wrong Magic” she knew she had found the right kind of magic. She loved the idea, the writing style, and the marketing potential of such a book.

“It’s got romance, humor, sweetness and a touch of fantasy and whimsy. I thoroughly enjoyed Ken’s manuscript and didn’t stop reading until I finished. We are so glad he chose to sign with us,” Maldonado says.

Ken LaSalle is a prolific writer of many genres,  an author and playwright whose play After You Fall  recently had a staged reading at Wild Rumpus Productions in NY and is scheduled for another with Stripped Scripts in Santa Barbara. He writes prodigiously, with work out in ebook format, paperback, and audiobook, including narrating and producing his own audiobooks.

LaSalle has this to say about his work: “I tend to self-publish a lot because of the freedom it affords. The downside to self-publishing, however, is that it limits the audience you can reach as a writer. So, I was looking for a small publisher with a wide reach. After looking at some of the books released by WiDo, such asDrinking from a Bitter Cup, I was pleased to see the size of an audience The Wrong Magic might enjoy. Then, too, WiDo Publishing made an effort to work with me, which really counts for something in my book.”

“Our contracts are fairly standard but we will always try to work with a writer if we can,” Maldonado states. “Ken and I are both happy with the results, and we at WiDo ™are excited to get his new book ready to go and on bookstore shelves hopefully by the end of the year.”

Author and playwright, Ken La Salle’s passion is intense humor, meaningful drama, and finding answers to the questions that define our lives. Ken La Salle grew up in Santa Ana, California and has remained in the surrounding area his entire life. He was raised with strong, blue collar roots, which have given him a progressive and environmentalist view. As a result, you’ll find many of his stories touching those areas both geographically and philosophically. His plays have been seen in theaters across the country and you can find a growing number of books available online. Find out more about Ken on his website at www.kenlasalle.com.

http://widopublishing.com/wido-publishing-finds-magic-with-hybrid-author-ken-lasalle/