The War Ender’s Apprentice is HERE!

As many of my readers know I have had a trunk novel for an embarrassingly long amount of time which I LOVE called The Martlet.  Now with a few books under my belt, I can see how episodic the entire story is. I see now why though I got a lot of great feedback it wasn’t ready for publication.

Over the past six months, I decided to break up the novel in to a series of novella-length stories. Each story is approximately 150 to 200 pages. If you like epic sword and sorcery fantasy with a bit of necromancy, this series might for you.

The first novella is The War Ender’s Apprentice and comes out today! 

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In the chaotic universe, many intelligent species are on the brink of war, but the Guild holds the violence at bay to foster peaceful trade. The most renowned War Ender is Lady Alana of House Eyreid. Alana hopes to train her beloved nephew, Roark, in her vocation.

It was supposed to be a simple training mission aboard an Interrealm slave ship. However, when Alana find her people enslaved, she murders the crew and rescues every slave—whether criminal, dishonored, or stolen. A fleeting vision of Roark’s future tells her to offer the newly freed Eohan a War Ender’s education.

For her vision to come true, Alana must rescue Eohan’s young brother who was sold in the last port and lost somewhere in the Realms, but first, they have a war to end.


Excerpt

Clouds rolled in, casting the Realm in deep shadows. The last sun dipped into the ocean. They pushed away from the shore on an unlit boat painted black as pitch. The sea was calm enough for Alana to steer the rudder and Roark to row without hindrance until they drifted into the current behind the larger ship.

At twenty-five paces, they dove into the water with a length of rope. As instructed, Roark carefully tethered the rowboat to the stern. Alana edged along the wooden hull. Wearing spiked gloves, she climbed to the upper deck.

Goddess, it stinks. A horrid mix of feces, bodily odors, vomit, blood and greasy pottage filled her nostrils. Over the hatchway stood the overseer holding a scourge of nine twisted thongs. His ill-fitted, ragged clothes looked as if they might rip any moment. His white hair was cropped short, but unwashed and ashy patches of skin flaked off his knees and elbows. She might have felt pity. However, a slave’s moan sang out into the air; the overseer hit his whip upon the grating. His eyes expressed eagerness to apply it upon the flesh of his victims.

Alana’s deceased aunt reminded her conscience, “We don’t kill for vengeance, Alana Mira Eyreid.” But her mentor was dead; she was the Guild Master now.

Alana slid to the deck, removed her metal spikes, hid them in a lifeboat and waited for Roark’s signal. He slipped aft to find the purser. Alana crawled into the captain’s night compartment — a dank, private room one deck below.

In the dim twilight, Alana observed an emaciated Fairsinge woman loosely chained to the wall. Her neck was restrained by a tight iron collar. Her once smooth white cheek branded and ebony hair cropped to her scalp. Upon closer inspection, her body did not look as fully formed as a woman’s, but Alana did not know if that was malnutrition or age. Her eyes were crusted with dried tears, and her reddened nose had left a trail of snot to her mouth.

Knowing the sheer stupidity of such an action, Alana knelt before her and pulled off her face mask and exposed her three-pointed ear.

A hint of life came back into the girl’s eyes.

“You must be quiet and hide.”

The girl mumbled and nodded in agreement.

Alana picked the lock. Once freed, the girl scampered to the far corner and pressed her branded face into her hands.

Replacing her mask, Alana glanced in the dirty mirror to ensure her auburn and silver hair was still covered.

As her dossier said was his habit, at eight bells, the captain entered alone. He undressed. Ribs and knobby joints were stretched across his mottled flesh.

He pulled at the girl’s chain. Holding the other end, Alana leapt from the shadows.

His last words were: “What in the devil?”

She tackled him and clamped his ankle in the iron, then shoved a dirty sock in his mouth. Alana could have killed him quickly. Instead, she pierced one lung and let him gasp.

Alana knelt on his chest and whispered, “You should not brag you don’t pay your debts, Captain. The Guild does not allow malingerers to engage in Interrealm travel. It’s bad for business.”

Alana grabbed his wrist and, using her saber, chopped off his hand which she placed in a tarred sack on her belt. Bleeding and gasping, the captain clutched his stump closer to his chest as she stood.

She opened his desk and found a small box of coin, though not nearly the amount needed for the debt. She opened the ledger. Damn me to the lowest Realm!

Her dossier had suggested the northernmost port in Daouail would be the ship’s first stop for the arena trade. Unfortunately, the ship landed in Dynion’s Port Denwort where several children, aged ten to thirteen, had been sold as house slaves. She pressed her hand to the ledger. Unsure if she would ever be able to right the wrong, she ripped out the page and shoved it in her emergency sack.

She unlocked the captain’s sea chest and dug for money and other valuables. She found a vial of perfume from the Fairhdel province of the same name, but little else.

“No wonder they made an early stop. The ne’er do well probably holds a debt in every Realm.” May he be resurrected as a toad.

Alana threw the branded girl a linen shirt from the chest and a wool blanket off the captain’s berth. The girl didn’t respond, even as the fabric landed on her.

Pressing her finger to the girl’s lips, Alana tried to prod her out of the corner. The girl was frozen. Alana put the linen shirt over her head and covered her in the woolen blanket. She still didn’t budge.

Alana stomped on the captain’s torso. She punctured his other lung and scabbarded her blade. With the hope his gasping was gratifying to the girl, Alana hoisted her up in her arms. In seconds, the dead weight aggrieved her aging shoulders, but she crept up the ladder and sternwards to the first of the four lifeboats without fail.

“Hide here until we free the others.”

Shivering, the girl lay at the bottom of the boat, covered in the woolen blanket.

Moving silently, Alana redrew her saber and slid behind the overseer. Seeking a faster death than the one she gave the captain, she stabbed him in the jugular. Blood sprayed onto the decking. Below the wretched creatures — elfkin, human, and dwarves — shouted, clapped their hands, and shook on the metal grating as he collapsed.

Approaching footsteps. Four sailors raced towards her with clubs and ropes, ready to beat back any slave uprising. They did not expect a Guild War Ender. Alana’s saber twirled towards her first opponent, the telchine sailor. She cut towards hir chest, seeking the earthen heart. She found her mark. The telchine crumbled back to the clay from which sie was formed. Alana always found the sort of clean, yet ostentatious death throe of the telchine, gnomes, giants, and dwarves particularly satisfying.

A rope slashed across her forearm, ripping the weave away. Ignoring the pain, she drew her offhand dagger and rotated towards the next sailor, a human. Her first cut was smooth as it sliced the flesh of his arm, the second hit an artery, spraying more blood on the deck and his earthen colleagues.

Roark appeared from the shadows, the head of the purser held high. He threw it to the surviving sailors who stepped back from the sight.

Alana did not pity them. Her two blades struck their flesh; the sailors fell quickly. Blood and earth spread across the decks.

Grabbing the keys off the overseer, she unlatched the first hold.

A young man pushed on the grating from below as she undid the chains. His face was hidden by a long, tangled mane of black hair, but he wore no beard, not even fuzz. He was at the edge of adulthood, his shoulders still slender, but with the promise of muscularity. Though he spent months in chains, he was not faded, his posture was still erect. No doubt bound for the arena.

The slaves made a wild scramble to the weather deck. They reached towards the sky, embracing their freedom as if it were a physical entity. Alana noticed the young man again, searching the crowd. “Ma! Kian!” he called.

She threw the young man the keys to the lower holds. “There are more below!”

He raced down the ladder.

Alana signaled Roark to prepare lifeboats and went below to where weaker slaves were kept. While those bound for the games were kept healthy, less valuable slaves were so emaciated they could barely stand.

Many hung their heads in hopeless dejection; mothers lay unmoving, cradling babes covered in filth. A closer look revealed these children were already dead or dying.

The young man she had given the keys wept over a middle-aged woman’s corpse.

“We must move quickly.”

“My mother …” He stared at the corpse with red-rimmed eyes.

Alana took the keys and unlocked the chains. “I’m sorry for your loss, but get those who still hold life. Once safe, we mourn the dead.”

Withered women struggled to rise and climb to the upper deck still clutching dead offspring.

The young man didn’t move. “I can’t leave her here. I can’t leave my brother.”

“What’s your name?” Alana asked.

“Eohan, Son of Aedell.”

“Eohan, would Aedell want you to die with her corpse when I abandon this ship to the depths?”

The youth sniffed. “No.”

“It would bring your mother honor to know her son saved these other mothers. Get them to the lifeboats.”

“Lifeboats.” As if the young man came out of a daze, Eohan leapt to his feet and unchained the nearest woman who clasped her dead baby. The woman moaned as he cradled her in his arms and tore out of the hold.

Alana grabbed another woman unable to walk and carried her to Roark who organized the five lifeboats and lowered them one by one into the sea.

She was proud her nephew had the good sense to organize each boat with a mix of healthy survivors and weakened ones. Some slaves dove into the sea and grasped the sides of the boats and other survivors, unwilling to be separated from their families again, clasped each other. Just as well, there wasn’t enough room on the lifeboats anyway.

Four more trips to the bowels of the ship, before she and Eohan were able to save all of the survivors. Every bunk, every corner, every chain, Eohan shouted, “Kian, Kian!”

Once the last survivor was out, Alana grabbed his arm before he went below again.

“My brother…”

“We have to go!”

“My brother … He’s a kid!”

“Children were sold in the last port, if you ever want to see him again we must go!”

He glanced toward the hatch.

Alana grabbed an oil lantern off its hook and smashed it across the deck.

“Come on!”

The boy didn’t move, but screamed, “Kian!”

Alana almost left Eohan to the flames, but heard Alana Mira! Somewhere deep in her mind, through the smoke, she witnessed an adult version of Eohan tossing a squealing auburn-haired child into the air and catching her.

Damn it. The boy was destined to become a man. A man with a child. 

The vision of the child turned to face her. The resemblance to Roark was unmistakable, but she saw something else deep within the blue eyes. Something wild and violent. She was unsure if her vision was literal or figurative representations, but somehow Eohan was bound to the future of House Eyreid. Damn me to the lowest Realm!

“Ki–!” Eohan choked as smoke filled his lungs.

Flames rolled closer to them, eating the decking.

Alana rammed her left index and middle finger into a pressure point deep within the boy’s shoulder and gripped his ear with her right hand. “Move.”

*

 


Want to read more? The War Ender’s Apprentice is available at Amazon in Paperback and on the Kindle! 

Wattpad Expirment: The Grove

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Dear Fellows,

I know it is has been many moons (okay two moons) since I have written on my blog. The reason for this is I am working on a brand new comic which I can’t talk about yet and another project that I am in the process of beta reading so I can’t talk about that either.

However this post is about an experiment that I am doing with THE GROVE. In the hope to gain readers, I am going to post 5 to 10 pages each week on Friday to Wattpad.

Why The Grove you ask? For the simple reason that I own all the rights and it is actually complete so I don’t need to worry about how I am going to end it. The final reason is the project that I am beta reading. I have not decided how it is going to be published yet and I want to see what Wattpad can do for me.

Since the novel is not broken into traditional chapters, but sections with Individual Point of Views: I am adding a few sections at a time, however I won’t break up a section and I am trying to find good ending points so the weekly installment feels fulfilling.

So if you wanted to read one of my novels for free and are willing to read it in installments: You can find the story here: The Grove

I’ll be at Rustycon this weekend!

Rustycon 34 is an annual science fiction and fantasy convention, held locally in at the Seatac Marriot, with approximately 500 – 700 people in attendance. They have multi–track programming in writing, art, gaming, cosplay and more. They also have a dealer’s room,  art show, game room, and a hospitality room for the general membership. Itinerary for Elizabeth Guizzetti

Fri Jan 13 3:00:pm Fri Jan 13 4:00:pm Magic or Religion?
Washington C Priestess, cleric, mage, witch, sorcerer. What are the differences and who should I use in my story?
Bruce Taylor Elizabeth Guizzetti G.R. Theron Jeremy Zimmerman

 

Fri Jan 13 7:00:pm Fri Jan 13 7:30:pm Reading Elizabeth Guizzetti
Tacoma Reading from Elizabeth Guizzetti’s newest work, The Grove. A sorcerer believes waking a few ancient gods will save humanity from itself. (And Elizabeth will bring chocolate chip macaroons using the recipe from the novel!)
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Fri Jan 13 8:00:pm Fri Jan 13 9:00:pm Are You Sure You Want To Go There?
Washington C Writing about the darker things in life; Rape, torture, childhood trauma, Sex with Dwarves. Sometimes it’s done for a laugh. Sometimes it is done for an emotional response. Sometimes, we ask ourselves “What was THAT all about?!” This will be a panel that goes into the darker side of writing, where the envelope is not only pushed but fed to the shredder. When is “shock” essential to the story, and when is it sensational?
Bruce Taylor Elizabeth Guizzetti G.R. Theron John Lovett

 

Sat Jan 14 12:00:pm Sat Jan 14 1:00:pm Self-Publishing – When and Why to go Indie
Tacoma Self-publishing is a viable career path, but is it for you? Discover the answer as a formerly traditionally-published author gone indie takes you through the ins and outs of what you need to consider when looking at self publishing. Includes balancing the risks and rewards, questions of creative control and freedom, and, of course, the financial side of things.
Elizabeth Guizzetti Tod McCoy
Sat Jan 14 12:00:pm Sat Jan 14 1:00:pm Self-Publishing – When and Why to go Indie
Tacoma Self-publishing is a viable career path, but is it for you? Discover the answer as a formerly traditionally-published author gone indie takes you through the ins and outs of what you need to consider when looking at self publishing. Includes balancing the risks and rewards, questions of creative control and freedom, and, of course, the financial side of things.
Elizabeth Guizzetti Tod McCoy

Sat Jan 14 3:00:pm Sat Jan 14 4:00:pm How do I finish???
Washington C You have the story, the big climax.. how do you end it?? A lot of beginning writers (and some pros) have problems with that. Come get some ideas.
April Daniels Elizabeth Guizzetti John Lovett Tom D Wright

 

Sat Jan 14 5:00:pm Sat Jan 14 6:00:pm The Bechdel Test
Washington C What is the The Bechdel test and why does it matter? Do you have at least two female characters in your novel that have conversation *not* about a man? Discuss why this is so important, especially in genres that aren’t romance.
Elizabeth Guizzetti John Lovett Rebecca Birch Sienna Saint-Cyr

 

Sat Jan 14 7:00:pm Sat Jan 14 8:00:pm Self Marketing for Artists and Writers
Evergreen I Some basics can be applied to any self-marketing. What has worked in the past for our panelists, what have they tried that was a total bomb?
Anthea Sharp Elizabeth Guizzetti Michael Suiter Rob Carlos

 

Sat Jan 14 8:00:pm Sat Jan 14 9:00:pm Why the heck do I write?
Washington C Lousy pay, long lonely hours, no recognition. Heinlein called it the other solitary vice. Pros and not-so-pros discuss why they keep on writing.
Bruce Taylor Elizabeth Guizzetti Geoffrey Quick Richard Gilmore

 

Sun Jan 15 2:00:pm Sun Jan 15 3:00:pm Violence in our World, Violence in our Stories
Everett Let’s do some soul searching. Are there any super hero movies that don’t end with the hero physically pounding on the villain? Do all SF/fantasy novels tell readers that violence is the only real answer? What stories avoid violence and yet still grip the reader from start to finish? Are there stories we are not telling?
April Daniels Elizabeth Guizzetti Michael S. Warner Tom D Wright

Five Questions: Elizabeth Guizzetti, author of The Grove

Check out Joe Follansbee’s awesome blog where I was interviewed with 5 questions.

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Elizabeth Guizzetti author photo Elizabeth Guizzetti is author of three sci-fi and fantasy novels, including Other Systems and The Grove.

I’m starting a new occasional feature on my blog called Five Questions. I’ll ask an author five interesting questions and post their answers. Check out the answer for the bonus question! My inaugural guest is Elizabeth Guizzetti, a personal friend whom I met through a sci-fi and fantasy writers group in Seattle. Elizabeth loves to write science fiction, horror and fantasy with a bit of social commentary mixed in, not always intentionally. Her 2012 debut novel, Other Systems, was a finalist for the 2016 Canopus Award. Her most recent novel, The Grove, is on sale now.

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Sunday Book Review: The Cat, The Devil and Lee Fontana and The Fourth Piece

In this episode, I reviewed two books which were very different, yet had the same issue with the ending, just stopping.

The Cat, The Devil, and Lee Fontana by Shirley Rossuae and Pat JJ Murphy is a bit repetitive, but has compelling stories in a two-part narrative. 2 Stars (It would have been a 3 star, but they didn’t tell me on the cover that it was part of a series.)

The Fourth Piece by E. Ardell: Was a little nervous going into it since its YA, but I enjoyed this novel a great deal. Wonderful fast pacing, lots of action. Danger dripped from the prose. All four of the POV characters had their own unique voices. It was well written and I like the straightforward way E. Ardell uses description.  4 Stars

Jet City Here I come…

This weekend I will be at Artist Alley Table 007  and on The Ladies of Literature Panel at 3-3:45pm at Jet City Comic Book Show: A Back to Basics Comic Book Show.

Tacoma Convention & Trade Center
1500 Broadway
Tacoma, WA 98402

Nov. 5-6, 2016
10am to 5pm Both Days

Sunday Book Review: Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon Wrapup

In this video, I explain while I am glad I tried Dewey’s 24-hour Read-a-thon, I realized reading like that just isn’t for me and I review the three books I read that Saturday.
The House of Small Shadows by Adam Nevill, a very British horror novel. Slightly slow paced, but beautiful details. 5 stars.
I am Providence by Nick Mamatas A great Lovecraftian Murder Mystery and a satire of the convention scene and fandom at large. 4 stars
The Edgar Allan Poe Collection Audio Book read by Vincent Price and Basil Rathbone 5 stars

 

Sunday Book Review: Binti and America Again and READATHON announcement.

This week I read Binti by Nnedi Okorafor and America Again by Stephen Colbert. As always I say what I liked and didn’t like about each book.

Nebula and Hugo Winner, Binti is a coming of age novella that follows a 16 year-old-girl as she leaves home to go to the university and ends up a prisoner of an alien race, the Meduse. Ultimately though there was a lot I enjoyed in Binti, I felt the setup felt a little lopsided as Okorafor explored Binti’s culture in depth, while every other human was unimportant. Otherwise this is a great allegory novella with layers of meaning with an intelligent hero who finds non-violent solutions to her and humanities problems.  4 stars

America Again is Stephen Colbert being Stephen Colbert from the Colbert Report. He explores topics such as gun control, food, the justice system and others. If you liked the character, you’ll like it. I got tired of the sarcasm. 3 stars.


A regular feature to my blog, Elizabeth’s Sunday Book Review, is simply a review of the book (or books) I read during the previous week on Sunday. Since I started adding videos, I started doing stars. I do say what I liked and didn’t like. You will notice that some will be independent titles, some will be mass market books, others will be classics. I write a review on whatever I read that week.

I’m in a Read-A-Thon tomorrow!

I am a reader for the Dewey’s 24Hour Read-a-thon. http://www.24hourreadathon.com/

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(I also donated a prize an e- copy of my latest novel, The Grove)

What is the 24 Hour Read-a-thon?

It’s sort of a reading challenge, only everyone participates at the same time. For 24 hours, people from all over the world read books, post in our blogs and various social media platforms about our reading, and visit other readers’ homes online.

Because I am in the Pacific Standard Time Zone, my start time is at 5 am Saturday Morning.

I will be checking in with tweets between books. I will be stopping for meal breaks as well as teaching a class in the afternoon. Then back to reading. Yes, I do plan on sleeping at points. My stop time is 4:49 am Sunday Morning.

I have seven books in my TBR List, let’s see how many I can get done 🙂

(Note: My Sunday Book Review will not include the Read-a-thon books. They will all be on next week’s video.)

 

 

 

 

Sunday Book Review: Warlock Holmes, The Last Keyhole & Cursed Pirate Girl

 

 

This week I read three books.
Warlock Holmes A Study in Brimstone, is a Sherlock Holmes Mystery/Dark Fantasy Mashup which I purchased during my last Barnes&Noble Book Haul.
The Last Keyhole is a cute children’s ghost story which I purchased from the author at GeekGirlCon last week. This is the first children’s book that I have reviewed.
Cursed Pirate Girl is the first volume of a beautiful graphic novel series which I purchased at Golden Age Collectables in Pike Place Market a couple years ago. This is a re-reading.


A regular feature to my blog, Elizabeth’s Sunday Book Review, is simply a review of the book (or books) I read during the previous week on Sunday. Since I started adding videos, I started doing stars. I do say what I liked and didn’t like. You will notice that some will be independent titles, some will be mass market books, others will be classics. I write a review on whatever I read that week.

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