Mountains of the Moon: An epic epic!

As an author, I’m constantly delving into the lives and minds of the people I create.  I walk in their footsteps and their hearts beat in time with my own – though, in many cases, not for long.

My own work is based *usually) in my home town of Grimsby and the surrounding area.  I’m writing ‘what I know’, which is often said to be the best thing to do.  That’s not why I do it, however – I write about my home town because it’s ‘ordinary’ and I want it to appear ‘extraordinary’.  Plus, I know it very well.

I have to admire, therefore, those authors who create brand new realms.  They fashion such vast vistas with intimately crafted heroes and villains, I often wonder how they keep track of such detail.  One such person, a magician in a magical world of her own creation, is Connie J. Jasperson.

Connie is gifted in such magic.  With the flourish with which most illusionists can only conjure white doves, she brings to life stunning landscapes and almost living inhabitants.

Connie’s latest offering, Mountains of the Moon, is the beginning of a new series, set in her land of Neveyah, where we first found ourselves in her wonderful Tower of Bones.

Charged by the goddess Aeos, Wynn and his companions bicker and bumble their way through the Mountains of the Moon. Danger, mystery, and dark prophecies chase them through a gauntlet of jagged peaks and deadly traps.

Can they survive the dark secret hidden in Tauron’s crumbling castle before his minotaurs overrun Neveyah?

The Gods are at war, and Neveyah is the battlefield.

Here’s a little about Connie and her work.
Connie J. Jasperson lives in Olympia, Washington.  A vegan, she and her husband share five children, a love of good food and great music. She is active in local writing groups, an editor for Myrddin Publishing Group, and is a writing coach. She is an active member of the both the Northwest Independent Writers Association and Pacific Northwest Writers Association, and is a founding member of Myrddin Publishing Group.  Music and food dominate her waking moments. When not writing or blogging she can be found with her Kindle, reading avidly. You can find her blogging on her writing life at: http://conniejjasperson.wordpress.com

Connie J. Jasperson’s  body of work includes:

WORLD OF NEVEYAH series by Connie J. Jasperson

Mountains of the Moon – Danger, mystery, and dark prophecies, lie deep in a gauntlet of jagged peaks and deadly traps. Can Wynn survive the dark secret hidden in Tauron’s stolen castle before the Bull God’s minotaurs overrun Neveyah?

TOWER OF BONES, series based in the World of Neveyah

The gods are at war, and Neveyah is the battlefield.

This epic fantasy series opens with Tower of Bones, and follows Edwin Farmer as he journeys deep into the lands claimed by the dreaded Bull God, in an attempt to rescue a girl he has only met in his dreams.

Forbidden Road takes up Edwin’s story six years later. When four mages are sent into the shadowed lands claimed by the mad priest of the Bull God, who will return unscathed? Sorrow, peril, and magic await in the Valley of Mal Evol.

OTHER BOOKS BY CONNIE J. JASPERSON

Huw, the Bard, a novel that takes you to the world of Waldeyn, and a medieval alternate reality. Fleeing a burning city, everything he ever loved in ashes behind him, penniless and hunted, Huw the Bard must somehow survive. Available as an ebook and in paper.

Tales From the Dreamtime – a novella consisting of three modern fairy tales told in a traditional style. Available as an ebook, in paper, and as an Audiobook, narrated by the wonderful voice actor, Craig Allen.

She has kindly given us an excerpt from her latest novel:
The two prisoners heard heavy footsteps approaching, sounds that seemed to echo down a long passageway and stopped outside the door. A tired sounding voice said, “Well, your lordship. Did you feed them and give them water?”
“Of course I did,” replied the baron, in a quavering tenor. “I live, Jenner, but only because I serve. I understand that well.”
“They’re awake then. Those two soldiers of Tauron roughed them up pretty bad. Should I call Grakken to heal them now?”
The old man’s tones were sardonic. “Yes, you should. Your tame minotaurs were far gentler on them than they’ve been on some of the others, which isn’t saying much. At least these two big fellows have enough slack in their chains to be able to feed themselves and piss in a bucket.” His tones were scathing.
 “They’d better not have hurt them too badly. These two must be in good health for the ceremony tonight,” muttered the earth-mage. “Grakken is expecting a visit from High Priest Kandek today. The high priest will be pleased to have a real sacrifice to offer up on his new altar tonight instead of the usual miserable rabble.”
“I’m sure ‘the miserable rabble’ would have been glad to hear that if they’d survived your boss’s little frenzy the other day,” replied the old man. “Speaking of which, if we’re done here, I have to go and check on the one that does remain. I’m sure despite the ruckus of the other day, Grakken still has plans for her and wants to keep her alive even though he has these two fine specimens for tonight’s festivities, so….”
“Well, go about your duties then. I’m going to sit here just to keep those freaks from Serende from getting any ideas about using these two for sport. As soon as he’s awake, I’ll let Grakken know they’re here, through our link. He’ll be worried about their safety.”
“He should be worried about those soldiers, Jenner. They’re bored, and there’s nothing worse than a bored minotaur. Just so you’re aware, the woman likely won’t live through the day after their gentle courtship of her. You only have your minotaurs to blame for that. But it’s not my job to worry about the health of his sacrifices, especially since Grakken himself seems to be so careless with them.”

Here’s where you can find Connie on the interest:
Twitter: @cjjasp
WattPad: http://www.wattpad.com/user/ConnieJJasperson
LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/pub/connie-j-jasperson/33/94/b38/
Life in the Realm of Fantasy (Connie J Jasperson’s Author Blog)  http://conniejjasperson.wordpress.com
The Best in Fantasy Book Reviews – http://bestinfantasy.blogspot.com
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Cindy and the Spellcaster…

“Take me with you.”

 
“I can’t.  You know that.”
 
“But you know you can’t leave me here.”
 
I sighed and stared at my feet.  My toes stretched and clenched in my shoes, a dance which held my attention, diverting it from the matter at hand.  A dilemma, one where I knew she was right, but I also knew I was.  Two sides of the same coin.  The faces of Janus tossed in the air.
 
“I wish…” I mumbled, almost having to force the words out, “I wish I could.”
 
“You can.”
 
She was right.  I could.  If I could figure it out for myself, surely there’d be room for one more on top.  But, what then?  Where would either of us go?  I hadn’t told her my intentions.  She thought I planned to, I don’t know, go on the run.  Hide in barns or garden sheds.  Perhaps steal clothes from washing lines until I could find someone to give me a job and pretend I was normal and respectable, rather than an escaped lunatic.
 
Was she expecting to run with me?  An on-foot version of Thelma and Louise or Bonnie and Clyde?  Or Jekyll and Hyde, for that matter?  Today was a good day for her, but it wasn’t always so.  She popped from sweet to sour faster than a fart could slap you upside the nose.  She could be nicer than a 99 ice cream on a summer’s day, chased down your throat by a perfectly chilled pint of lager.  Then she could wake up, turn or blink and a woman scorned would hath no fury like hers.
 
Recently, her dark side had taken a witchcraft bent.  She’d not be specifically nasty, keeping her teeth and nails to herself, but she’d throw curses at you in offbeat rhythm.  Spell casting for the tone deaf.  She wish a plague of poisonous toads on you or that the next time you showered (baths weren’t allowed), your skin would wash away down the plughole.
 
Then she’d smile and completely forgotten she’d just requested that the heavens rain down rabid dogs on your children.  And she’d want a cuddle or to play hopscotch or to talk about what would be for the evening meal – slop or slop.
 
If we left here, and I had thought about striking out a path through a shadowy future where I wouldn’t know if the dogs snapping at my heels where going to eat me all up or drag me back to their cave.  This cave.  The asylum.  If she were with me, how long would the smiles last?  How long before someone turned her into the wicked witch and was smitten down by her wrath?
 
But, if she stayed here…  The ridicule, the isolation, the pin-cushion arm and endless sedatives.  It was wearing her away.  She had entered with cheeks rosier than Dorothy’s poppies.  Now, her skin had a blueish-grey pallor.  Her eyes were darkened circles of ash.  A wind would blow her away like the remnants of a funeral pyre.
 
“OK,” I whispered.
 
“What?” she responded, a smile threatening her unaccustomed lips.
 
“OK, Cindy, I’ll take you.”
 
“Thank you, Sin.”
 
I wished I hadn’t told her I intended to leave.  I wished I had kept it to myself.  Some things are too big.  Some things, if you don’t let them out, will grow within you, consuming your insides until there’s nothing left and they split you apart and show the world anyway.  So I had to tell someone and no-one knew how to keep a secret more than Cindy.  She had so many of her own, much of the reason she was a resident here, and shared none of what she was told.  Even the ‘strong suggestions’ of the orderlies to give up some of the information were unsuccessful.
 
I hadn’t expected her to ask me to take her with me.
 
I had to agree.  I had to tell her yes and to bring a spark of hope to her heart.
 
I smiled and nodded silently, then turned away before the tear of deceit rolled down my cheek.  I heard her bump into someone – I didn’t see who – and begin a curse.  It included the blood of a thousand tumorous testicles and drowning, but I didn’t hear the rest.  I returned to my room.
 
I needed the padded comfort.

 

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