Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been seriously considering moving to a new blog. Just before I fell asleep last night, I decided to do just that, so that’s what I’ll be doing this afternoon. I’m hoping to get the majority of it done today, possibly even finish. I’ll make another post announcing when I’m done, and I’ll link you to the new blog. You are, of course, under absolutely no obligation to follow, but you’re welcome to! It’s totally up to you.
I happen to consider Michelle Muto not just a good friend, but also a fantastic writer, & it’s for both reasons that I’m always so excited when she releases something new! I’m so excited for the book already, & the lovely cover is only increasing that excitement! So without further ado!!
Humans are so unobservant. All they have to do is look up… and hope the gargoyles looking back down don’t target them as prey.
Gargoyles were created centuries ago to protect mankind, but something went horribly wrong. Now only the sentinel—a mortal chosen to control the stone beasts—stands between them and their human prey.
When the latest sentinel is killed, Kate Mercer is destined to take his place. But Kate has enough going on in her life—like a skyrocketing film career, a delusional ex-boyfriend, and a crazed stalker who will stop at nothing to get to her. But the powers that be have decided, and Kate is transported to Shadow Wood, a mysterious castle that serves as a sanctuary for the supernatural. Although beautiful, Shadow Wood is no safe place for a mere mortal. Yet Kate is drawn not only to the gargoyles but also to Ian McGuire, a charming novelist who might be in the greatest danger of all.
As Kate decides whether to accept the most perilous role of her life, she discovers there are more secrets than answers within the castle’s walls. Her survival and Ian’s depend on her ability to master the gargoyles before time runs out. Is fate really cast in stone?
About the author:
Michelle Muto lives in northeast Georgia. She loves changes of season, dogs, and all things geeky. Currently, she’s hard at work on her next book.
Her other novels include: The Book of Lost Souls, Don’t Fear the Reaper, The Haunting Season, and the upcoming short story collection Nature’s Fifth Season.
About the cover artist:
Cliff Neilsen’s portfolio includes The Mortal Instruments, Infernal Devices, The Giver, The Chronicles of Narnia, Blood & Chocolate, Ruins (Marvel Comics), and has illustrated cards for Magic: the Gathering collectable card game.
Publisher: Amazon Skyscape
Release date: February 2015
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Where to find her books:
Or ask for them at your favorite bookseller.
So I’m going to spend the day planning what the remainder of the year & the new year will bring in way of this blog. I know my first ‘real’ (aka book-related) post will be for Michelle’s cover reveal. What comes after that…we’ll see. Bear with me a little while longer, if you can!
Hahahaha I laughed so hard! This is truly wonderful. Brilliant!
It feels like forever while I wait for the guy buying three different kinds of organic peppers and one vine tomato to figure out how to punch in the produce code into the keypad and realize that he’s not supposed to weigh all four fucking fruits together at the same time and then I still have to watch him struggle with swiping his god damn credit card and screwing up the system that I start to consider running for office entirely on a political platform that pledges to require all potential Self-Checkout users at the grocery store to be licensed before they can be let loose in the lines.
When he’s finally finished fucking up my evening, I step up to the machine and swipe my savings card on the score. “He-lloThome.Well-comeback.,” intones a clunky mechanical voice that vaguely resembles some concept of femininity. “How-was-the__Elli-osPiz-za__that.You.pur-chasedAt__two. Twenty-Seven. Aye-Em___To-Day?”
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I meant to do this earlier, but at least I’m doing it now! My best friend’s father’s surgery went fine, although the medicine they gave him is having rather intriguing side effects.
Hopefully it’ll get better and he’ll heal quickly!
Thank you for all the love and support, it’s much appreciated. Keep it up, please. :3
Whether you’re like me and finishing up your TBR list for next year, preparing to fill out the FAFSA, or you’re finishing up your list of New Year’s resolutions (or perhaps all three!), I wish you well.
Whether you’re my best friend or you don’t even know me, Happy New Year! ❤
Why I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions
If I want to do something, I will. As soon as it’s available, as soon as I’m able, I will do it. To make a list of things I’ll do in the next year is to assume I’ll be there to fulfil the plans. Things I want to do, things I want to change… I don’t wait, I won’t leave it to hope that I’ll see the dawn’s light to begin my list. It’s great to have ambitions, but I see no reason to put something off that, if I truly wish to do it, could easily be done tonight (if it is possible at the time).
On THAT note, I DO like to make “To do” lists and the like. For example, my TBR list for the challenge over at Evie’s blog! But such lists as this are merelys thin guidelines, reminders, etc. Not stuff that I think putting it on a list of resolutions will suddenly become more desirable to do.
Point is: I’ll do what I want, when I want. New year, new me? No. New Year, same me. Things will change, sure. But not because of a list.
Happy New Years, Sami
What a crazy year, girlie! Oh I’m so glad I know you. ❤ There’s really nothing I can say that I haven’t said before, so I’ll just wish you a happy year. May it be filled with love and learning.
Happy New Years, D
I miss you more than I can say. I’m so conflicted… I truly do want you back..if I can’t have that, I just want a reason why. But, since stumbling upon you once more, I’ve realised something. You and Harry are happy. At least, it seems that way through your roleplays. But it’s hard to think otherwise, since I know how the two worlds correspond. I just don’t know if I’m selfish enough to disrupt that happiness… Is a reason too much to ask for? Would it do more harm than good to speak to you? Even if I were to get what I want, what of you, what of Harry? Would it give rise to problems? That’s not what I desire…
D, I truly do hope you’re as happy as you seem. I wish you and Harry nothing but the most prosperous lives!
Have a good life, D.
Have a good life, Harry.
To Sami, D, Harry, and all the rest of you lot:
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May God be with you and bless you:
May you see your children’s children.
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the warm rays of sun fall upon your home
And may the hand of a friend always be near.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
(Irish blessing, author unknown. If you know of the author, please let me know! <3)
Happy New Year, loves!
Heard, read, seen… However you encounter these two words, what do you think of when you do?
Do you perhaps think of Katniss Everdeen, the woman who dared to take on a corrupt government, to take on the world for her sister?
Does Harry James Potter come to your mind, the boy/man who greeted death like an old friend?
Do you think of Victoria Soto, the late young teacher who hid her students in the Connecticut shooting?
A family member or a friend, do they flit across your vision?
I think of all those mentioned, and more. The first person to enter my mind, however, is my best friend, Sami. She is.. She is brave. She is a personification of love.
Despite what she’s been through, she lives. She lives every single day, and for that, she is brave. She continues to walk on; she continues to see the sun rise and fall of each day. We all have a story. We all come from something. Some can’t survive it. Some do. I think they’re all brave by their own right.
Sami… Oh, my dearest Sami… It’s because we’re so different that you lift me up, that you remind me every single day just how wonderful and beautiful this life is.
Every time you and I speak, I recall the following lyrics:
What if Your blessings come from raindrops,
What if Your healing comes from tears;
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near?
I think of Blessings (Laura Story) because… I can see what you do not. YOU are a blessing. You honestly did come into my life like a single raindrop on a sunny day; very random… At first, I didn’t think you had much to do with me. Oh if I’d only known…
You, my dear, are healing… I know, it might not seem like it, you can’t see it at first… Just trust me. I can see it. I can feel it. But you are also like a medicine to me. You heal me. You HAVE healed me. I didn’t realise it at first, either.
You and I have both had those nights where sleep simply will not come, whatever the reason, be it obvious or not. This verse makes me think of you/you make me think of it because, ultimately, I could stay up all night talking to you. You bring me, have brought me, closer to God.
Thank you for everything you’ve done. Thank you so much.
I don’t know if you can see it, I don’t know if you’ll believe it, but you truly are so strong, brave… Like I told you the other day, bravery isn’t always about not being afraid. It’s also about being terrified out of your fucking mind and still standing still against the hurricane, still fighting for what you believe in.
I cannot thank you enough for all you’ve done; I cannot tell you how much you brighten this world.
You are the sun in my sky, you are my biggest blessing, you are my rock, you’re my Wilson, my sister…Sami, you are my God-given solace.
I truly hope you all have an absolutely wonderful Christmas, God bless you all.
Mine definitely started out fantastic (told my dad I’m bisexual, he said he’s proud of me), and I hope it continues and ends as such.
The title is a bit misleading, I suppose. I’m not near as excited as that portrays me. This..is just another day.
As clocks all across the Eastern US chime in honour of midnight, that girl grows one year older. Twenty years have passed since Catherine Knox entered the world, twenty years she wasn’t sure she’d make it through…
I think that’s really the only thing I’m truly, even remotely excited over. Don’t get me wrong, I’m curious as to what my daddy and granny got me, but.. That joy, that overwhelming sense of “OMGOMGOMG!!! PRESENTS!!!” isn’t there anymore.. I noticed my excitement level was a bit off last year, but I really didn’t think much of it. Not until, that is, this past month or so. Normally, around Thanksgiving or even before, I’d be bouncing off walls, marking off the days on every calendar within a fifty mile radius… I didn’t think about it much this year. I’ve still been happy and hyper, but not over this day.. I had to keep reminding myself every few days, “Oh yeah.. You’ve got a birthday coming up… Woo.” Can you hear that? In a monotone, bored, utterly SAD voice? THAT’S ME!
I’m not sad I’m turning twenty, I’m not sad I’m getting older, I think my apathy lies with the things that have always been the main source of joy for me: the presents.
I love jewelry, I LOVE books, makeup, nail polish… The only thing I’m really expecting (from my granny, this morning or on Christmas Eve, I’m not sure) is a pair of earrings. Only because she insisted upon getting me something, and that’s all I could think of. If my daddy walks up to me and hands me a box of books or an Amazon/iTunes gift card, fuck yes I’ll be bouncing off the walls.
I think, overall, though, I’ve grown bored with a lot of material possessions. I still love them, but that epic joy has vanished… I loved the mystery of “WHAT DID YOU GET ME!? TELL ME NOW!” but that, too, has vanished.
Whether it’s due to my growing closer to God or just a general “Perhaps I have too much stuff…” I am bored; I don’t feel what I used to. I don’t know that it’s a part of everyone’s life at some point, but it seems it’s a part of mine.
And you know what I’ve realised?
I’m okay with it. I’m still curious as to what I’ll get, but, truth be, all I really want is my own, totally mine, blog through WordPress.org. (And more books!)
That’s something I’ll have to do on my own time, though…
In case I’m not around much today, thank you in advance for all/any birthday wishes.
I do appreciate them, but, alas, they fail to give me the same adrenaline rush as they used to.
Like I stated, I’m just happy to be alive.
I’m happy I’ve made it twenty years; constantly working at the truth, inevitably pissing people off… You wonder if your death will be at the hands of one of those pissed off peoples. Such is life, though, and it’s worth it.
So here’s to twenty years of Cate and the years that follow.
Happy birthday to me,
I’m not dead, folks, just not too active on here right now! My next review will be for the Novel Publicity Bluff tour, so look forward to that! I truly hope to post before then, more than once, but I’m at a loss for topics…
I’m also working on my own writing (House M.D. fanfic in progress, among other works).
I think I’ll know all of my final grades before the end of the week, though I’m not sure… Roane State is quite slow about..everything.
Hm.. What else? Oh, yes, I do have a personal Facebook page if you wish to friend me! And, of course, my Twitter. I haven’t had much time to work on the Facebook page for the blog, but I hope to get back to it soon!
Well.. I think that’s it! I hope you all are doing well! If you need me/want to talk, I’m around. :3