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Railroad Rising at the Edge Website

Hey everyone! If you’ve been holding off on purchasing Railroad Rising: The Black Powder Rebellion because you didn’t have the kindle reader, Both myself and Edge Publishing are proud to present Railroad Rising, now available for Nook!

(There is a button for Kobo, but it is not operational yet, keep watching this site as I will be announcing the Kobo release as soon as it’s available)

This Year’s Book:

This year the book that I will be editing is called “Who Would Destroy the Gods”

I have begun printing out the chapters and hope to have everything printed out by the end of the month.

I’m doing things a little bit differently. I already have a fully written story, now I need to make sure that its foundations are solid which means doing an outline and character sketches. I’ll be looking at the different aspects of the story and making sure that they gel the way they are supposed to.

As I work on the story I’ll first be updating everyone on the newsletter and then giving summary updates on the website. So stay tuned!

Another Day and Another Great Review!

Hey everyone! There is another review for Rail Road Rising!

Carrtog is the third son of a Lord, so there is no chance he will inherit. He decides to hire out as a mercenary. He has some knowledge of magic, a friend that is teaching him common sense and how to fight, and a good horse. Of course, he has to be careful about politics. They can kill him, too.

I wasn’t sure about this book, but it had gunpowder magic, steam power, a touch of romance, and great characters in it. Once I began reading it, all my doubts went away. This is a great adventure with the enemy having magic and a campaign against the king.

Carrtog rescues the King simply because he was there when they tried to kidnap him. He then gets pressed into service. Carrtog is young, though. He manages to anger the King before they get back to the castle. He also finds the Princess’ lady in waiting very attractive. That’s not a good thing, either. Mercenaries don’t have wives.

As his reward for saving the King, he’s appointed as a Lord. He’s also given the lady in waiting in marriage. That’s all well and fine, but then the King starts giving him impossible assignments waiting for him to fail. The King knows he failed on his mission in the past and Carrtog is a reminder. Carrtog is in a catch-22 situation.

It’s a busy story with lots of action and it was a great read. If you like sci-fi, you should read this.

Jo Ann Hakola
The Book Faerie

 

Thanks Jo Ann for your kind words!

Jo Ann Hakola can be found at The Book Faerie
You can read more reviews on this site on jump over to the Edge Website

Book Safari

This is me on the way to the book safari.

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It’s cold outside so I am dressing up warmly.

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Going to library, Macleod’s, Kingsway book store and some other random bookstore.

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Stopped in to fuel up before heading out. Just grabbing some coffee for now but after I finish at Macleod’s, I’ll grab some juice and more coffee. I’m doing a quick second hand bookstore search before I head out so that I have a rough plan of attack.

The two books that I’m hoping to get today are Dante and the Sword of Shanara. There will likely be a few more books purchased before the day is out.
One of the things to always remember when going used book shopping is to bring cash and bring a bag. Some used bookstores still operate on a cash only system and some bookstores either give you used bags or bags that can’t support the weight of your purchase. So it’s best to come prepared!

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I arrive at Macleod’s and head straight for the classics where I last saw a copy of Dante’s combined copy of inferno, purgatory and paradise. Unfortunately, when you wait for two or three years, you may not find that same book on the shelf. Alas Dante, the specific book I was looking for, was no where to be found. They were also sold out of Terry Brooks. However I was able to find this:

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I would like to leave Macleod’s with at least one book so here I go.

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I was referred to Albion books just up the street, so I figure that I’ll just pop in there quick before I go.
Going into Albion I am immediately confronted by two Sanskrit English Dictionaries and the only reason why I don’t buy them both right away is that I’m not sure if I already own them or not. After searching around and not finding the books I wanted, the bookstore owner, a patron and I gave a brief nod to the downfall of the used bookstore. The other patron and I reaffirmed to the owner how much his store, and stores like his means to us and why we can’t replace shopping in person for a good book.
The owner then regaled us with a tale of marginalisation, the act of writing in the margins of books. Where one of his customers was given a Lewis Carrol book for a special occasion by her boyfriend when they later broke up, she scrawled all sorts of things in the margin and then sold it to the bookstore owner who, not knowing what had happened, put it directly out on the shelves in the kids’ section. He found out that she had written about his inadequacies as a lover. The bookstore owner promptly removed the book.

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After we all share a laugh, I make an impulse purchase of an Alfred Hitchcock paperback. Then I head back out, grab myself a cup of tea and get into the car so I can drive out to Wayfarer Books.

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I head out to Wayfarer Books. I don’t normally head over to the North shore so I am a bit spellbound by Lionsgate Bridge and quickly enjoy the view as I leave Stanley Park and head over to North Vancouver.

I am using Google Maps to direct me because I have no direction sense. But even so, I soon realise that Wayfarer Books is no longer there.

Desperate to find another bookstore I plug in a general used bookstore search into Google Maps. I am rewarded. A mere three blocks away from my current location, there is another bookstore, Booklovers.

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I enter the bookstore and begin to look around. By this point I’ve given up on finding any of the books that I am looking for, but then the owner approaches.
She is friendly and leads me to the section where the authour that I am looking for is. I not only find the book that I am looking for, I find the. Whole series! (Plus a few extra books of course!)

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After getting all of the books I wanted….well what I could afford for the day, I headed home.

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Here is my haul from the book safari for January 2016.

Stay tuned to this blog for more of these jaunts throughout the year!

More News!

Here is another review by Peter Jasion:

I really enjoyed this book. It reminded me of David Brin’s “The Practice Effect” (which is high praise indeed as it is one of my favorite Brin novels!).

The characters of Carrtog and Yakor were very well developed from the beginning. I did find it interesting how their roles of mentor-student migrated to Lord-‘Master’ Squire by the end of the story. I was a little surprised on how his ‘abilities’ evolved so quickly. Also, the interaction between Carrtog and Lady Adengler from the beginning was quite entertaining and fairly realistic in my opinion as she certainly was no pushover! And finally, King Bornival was an excellent antagonist.

I’ll be publishing more reviews as I get them. Stay tuned to this website for more interesting articles and sign up for the newsletter to be a part of something special (it’s a super secret club!)

Railroad Rising: The Trailer….sort of

This would be me practising doing a book trailer. It is the first one and therefore quite laughable, however I wanted to display it because I lost a night of productivity creating it. (There will be more trailers and they will get better as I get used to editing footage)

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Railroad Rising!

Enjoy an exciting excerpt from Railroad Rising as we get ready for it’s release to Kindle!

Carrtog pushed his horse forward through the crowd. The prickling of his ring grew in intensity, was this crowd about to turn into a riot? What did they have in those sacks besides their lunches?

He pulled up in front of the line of guards and said to one of them, “I must speak to your leader. Immediately!”

The fellow looked at him suspiciously, and without taking his eyes off Carrtog, he called “Captain Gwailants! Man wants to speak to you, sir!”

Shortly, the captain came over on foot, there being no room for horses on the platform. He was a hard-looking man, his face browned by the weather, and his short beard and mustache had all gone pepper and salt. His sword was unsheathed in his hand.

“Come up here and talk, and I hope for your sake that you have something important to say.”

The guardsmen grudgingly let him through the line, and the first thing he did was to display his ring to the captain. “My ring tells me that there’s danger here, sir.”

The captain sneered and displayed his own ring. “It does, does it? Would it surprise you at all to know that I know that very well? Our king, however, has decided to ignore the danger in favor of making his political point.”

“Oh.” Carrtog felt deflated.

“Your news is not as vital as you thought, eh? Perhaps you should turn and leave us before—”

There was a shout somewhere in the crowd and what looked like a smoking ball of cloth came whirling through the air to land on the platform.

Carrtog felt a touch of confusion. Recognizing a battle-magic spell, he waved his ringed hand in front of him as if waving away the smoke. The confusion cleared from his mind. That first ball was followed by three others, thrown from other points in the crowd.

He spun to face outward, drawing his sword and shouting “Tsingallik for King Bornival!”

With any luck, that yell might convince the King’s Gentlemen all around him that he was on their side. On the other hand, members of the King’s Gentlemen seldom took risks with the king’s life; it was too likely that one or another of them would stick a sword into his side just to be sure.

Several among the guard swept hands before them — it was no surprise that a large number of them knew battle-magic, some likely knew much more than he did. Men among the crowd flung back their hoods, revealing caps of metal or leather, though a good number wore only a cloth bonnet like his own. There seemed to be only a couple who wore metal breastplates — the rest had a jacket of leather. The weapons they pulled from their sacks were mostly short swords and stout cudgels, but several had wheel-lock pistols.

The pistols were only accurate at close range and took some time to reload. Carrtog knew how to use a pistol; in fact, a pistol would have had more than one use for him at this moment given his training in battle-magic. His grandfather had offered him one before he and Yakor started off on their journey, but he had turned it down. The things were very expensive, particularly in a hinterland place like Tsingallik, and though he hoped at some time to earn the money to buy one of his own, he hadn’t wanted to ride away carrying one that his grandfather might well need worse than he.

The pistol-men in the crowd opened fire, the King’s Gentlemen replying. The powder-smoke began to gather, obscuring visibility, though not to the extent of hiding either of the two sides. Several men in the crowd went down. Carrtog noted that at least two were pushing their way back out of the crowd, just trying to get away.

An attacker stuck a pistol into his face, but Carrtog managed a frantic chop just before the fellow pulled the trigger. The pistol fired off to the side, and the man staggered aside clutching his bloody wrist.

Carrtog thrust at him, but his sword glanced off the man’s leather jacket as he went sidewards. The thought went through Carrtog’s mind that he should grab the dropped pistol, but good sense told him he didn’t have time. Indeed, there was a man jumping forward, extending his sword in a thrust. Even as he reacted, Carrtog noted that something had taken off most of the man’s left ear, leaving the blood streaming down his left side. He parried, and did his own thrust, then pulled his sword free, jumping back to avoid further attacks.

He called out once more, “Tsingallik for King Bornival!!” Then stepped forward, thrusting again.

He noticed that the attackers did not seem to be trying to kill the king or his party, but working to force them backward into the train car where the ladies and the rest of the retinue had already taken shelter. If the attackers were trying to force them inside, it seemed to him that the best thing to do would be to try to force their way out.

But with Captain Gwailants shouting “Rally round the king! Rally round the king!” It seemed that they would be playing into the enemy’s scheme.

The King’s Gentlemen tried to close in around the king, and one glimpse that Carrtog was able to get of Bornival showed the man standing tall and grim, his bloodied sword in one hand, and blood soaking his left sleeve. Obviously, someone had gotten closer to him than his guard would prefer.

Carrtog could hear Yakor’s wisdom telling him not to get trapped in a train-car with the enemy’s target. But with the next surge of rebels he had little choice. He fell into formation with the king’s Gentlemen. Then they were all inside fighting to prevent the numbers of foe inside with them from growing.

Strangely, several of the rebels were pushing backward out the door, while trying to prevent any of the royal party from leaving.

Shouts went up from outside the car, shouts that Carrtog couldn’t make out, but he suspected a signal of some sort.

The train jerked into motion. There was a great groaning as the fastenings tore from the outside platform. Then the train was dragging the outside platform with it, leaving bits scattered along the way as they gained speed.

They’re trying to take the king hostage!

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