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Honor Among Orcs

by Amalia Dillin 

Designed by: Melissa Stevens (Website)

Publication Date: April 1, 2014

Series: Orc Saga, Book One

Genre: Fantasy (18+)

After nearly a decade as the king’s whipping-girl, Princess Arianna has no intention of going quietly into marriage to some treasonous noble, or serving obediently as the king’s spy until her death is more convenient. When she discovers a handsome orc, chained and trapped inside a magic mirror, Arianna cannot help but see a lasting freedom from her father’s abuse.

Left to rot inside a mirror by the king, Bolthorn never imagined his prayers would be answered by a princess. Nor did he ever expect to meet so worthy a woman after knowing her father’s cruelty. He needs her help to escape the mirror before the king marches against the orcs, but all he can offer Arianna is ice and darkness in exchange for her aid.

If Arianna can free the monster behind the glass, perhaps she might free herself, as well. But once they cross the mountain, there will be no return, and the deadly winter is the least of what threatens them on the other side. Romance blossoms in this gripping fantasy adventure.

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He knew these woods, sparse as they had become, and when they broke, he knew the tundra of the foothills too. Just before dawn, he found the outcrop beneath which he had made a shelter his first night beyond the mountains, and though he did not dare to light a fire, the sedge made a soft bed.

After a meal of apples and cheese, the last of their food, Arianna curled against his side, sharing the fur, and rested her head on his shoulder. He tested her forehead for fever and breathed his relief when she did not burn against his palm.

She tugged his hand away, a small smile curving her lips. “You worry overmuch. There are still two days of warmth before I must fight your cruel winds. I will be well enough for your mountains by then.”

His fingers lingered against her skin and her smile faded. He traced the clan-markings on her cheek and her lips parted, her heart thrumming in his ears.

“Bolthorn –”

Up the bridge of her nose and over her eyebrow, the umber flaked from her skin, coloring his fingertip. Down along the line of her jaw, to the pulse point beneath. Her breathing hitched. He only wished the marks had reached her collarbone, to give him some excuse to trail his fingers across the smooth skin there.

“You make a beautiful orc.”

“Not a Vala?” she asked, her eyelashes sweeping across her cheek.

“The Vala cannot marry.” The sunlight caught in her hair, flashing reds within the rich brown and he smoothed the soft, wild strands from her face. “They cannot bear children, or know the touch of any kind of man after they have made their vows. They know only the ancestors and the mysteries they reveal.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

Oh. It was the first thing she had ever said to him, trembling against the stone. She trembled now, too. As she should, he thought, knowing herself within the arms of an orc. He closed his eyes and drew his hand back. This was a dangerous game to play with her so near, so vulnerable.

“Sleep well, princess,” he said, his jaw tight against his need. “You’ll want your strength.”

She made a noise in the back of her throat, but when he glanced at her, she had turned away.

About the Author

Amalia Dillin began as a Biology major before taking Latin and falling in love with old heroes and older gods. After that, she couldn’t stop writing about them, with the occasional break for more contemporary subjects. She lives in upstate New York with her husband, and dreams of the day when she will own goats–to pull her chariot through the sky, of course.

Amalia is the author of the Fate of the Gods trilogy from World Weaver Press, and the soon to be released Orc Saga, coming April 1, 2014. You can learn more about her work at www.amaliadillin.com

  

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Dallas Fortune is a small town girl with a gift for playing guitar. A member of her family has played the Grand Ol Opry since it began as a simple radio show in 1925. But, they are the minstrels, the troubadours–session players–not stars.

Dallas lives her life on the road. She’s just another guitar player with a dream until she finds an antique blue mandolin in a pawn shop. Her life comes into focus as the enchantment of the mandolin captivates her audiences. The Guitar God of Nashville beckons her. Everything is there for Dallas at last, until a stage accident sends her home and shatters her dreams. Blow after blow she fights the hand of fate.

Is she destined to lose out in life?
Hope, dreams, and love seem to be just out of reach. Every girl dreams of a happy ending. Dallas Fortune has the best Fairy Godmother in Country Music history.
Will she help make Dallas’ dreams come true? Is the future among the stars, in the cards or locked in your heart?
Fortune Calling is the first story in The Fortune Series. Set in contemporary Nashville and rural Tennessee, the series chronicles the live of loves of Dallas Fortune.

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Billie Joe wasn’t all bad. That was part of the problem. All I had to do was hear his voice, feel the velvet softness of his lips…those strong arms wrapping around me…he became mine and no one else’s. We don’t have a relationship; we have an addiction to each other. I have to find the strength to break his spell, somehow…some way. Or, stay trapped in his web for the rest of my life.

The rain surrounds me in the form of a mist as I realize that I am standing in the driveway again, lost in dreams. Pulling the collar of my jacket around my neck to stop the chill, I walk to the back of the Cadillac again, just to check. We might be in the middle of nowhere in this valley but meth has made crime an epidemic. It gnaw at the fringes of our people. No one would steal the Cadillac out of respect for dad, but I’d had to threaten to shot a couple of boys trying to steal the tires and rims a few months ago. They were buzzed outta their minds. It’s a wonder they didn’t shot me, but they were just looking for something quick to steal and sell. One shot in the air and they ran like mice. They will steal an antique mandolin in a heartbeat. They ain’t getting Blue Belle. I probably would shot someone in order to save her.

Knowing the trunk is securely locked, I walk toward the front door of the little house. Before entering, I wipe my boots on the mat on the porch and shake my long, blonde hair to remove the moisture. Giving up, I finally wrap my hair into a makeshift ponytail and open the door. A wave of warmth and the smell of cinnamon greet me unexpectedly.
“Good afternoon, welcome. I am Ernesto Lorenze,” a friendly male voice says from the corner of the dark room. I look around to see a tall, dark haired guy pull himself upright from a chair seated behind an antique desk. 

Actually, his legs are so long it is as if he is unraveling himself from the desk and chair. That’s a long drink of water crosses my mind before I even have time to think. I feel a blush creep across my cheeks as I access his credentials, so to speak. He is young looking but possibly in his mid-30s. He is wearing some type of black top hat, dark shirt, and jeans. You have to wonder why he would want to cover those silky dark curls, which almost touch his shoulders. His eyes are a luscious black/brown too, with just enough spark when he smiles, which lets you know that he is fun and charming. Bet he smiles like that all the time, not just when he wants to take money from you for a card reading, but anytime. Anywhere. The dimples help with that assessment, too. The fortune teller is a gorgeous guy. How great is that? I feel excited about something for the first time in a long time. Surely THAT alone is an omen, but we shall see what we shall see.

The spell is momentarily broken when he sits down on the desk in front of me, crosses his arms, and furrows his dark brows. Is something wrong?

“An hour reading is 100 dollars. Half an hour only 50 dollars. What would you like today?” He looks at me and winks. Is he flirting with me? How unexpected. Why have I left the house with no make-up on?

Looking him in the eyes makes me wonder…What would I like today?

 

Hunter S. Jones creates artwork which in her own words is more interesting than anything else you will ever know or learn about me. She is an author and entertainment blogger who was born in Tennessee and now lives in Atlanta, GA.


 

She has been writing about the things she loves all her life. From indie rock rags in Nashville to publishing multiple articles on travel, fashion, history and art.

 

 

Since her debut novella in October 2012 she has published 6 more original works including her novel September Ends, a collaboration with a critically acclaimed, award winning English author and poet in the fall of 2013.

 

 

Her latest, Fortune Callingis being released January 30th, 2014.

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Time travelling, whether to the past or future, has been a part of genre fiction since the beginning. Writers have speculated on the ways and means of time travelling, but how many have delved into the ethical issues of time travel. Just because we can do it, doesn’t mean we always should.

Assuming we can travel into the past, we have to accept the fact that we will change something just by being there. The simplest act of breathing the air can have unforeseen consequences (and don’t get me started about those damn butterflies). The traditional tale of time travel (as found in Moore’s Bring the Jubilee) tells us that changing something in the past will change our present. With that in mind, let’s say you go back in time to kill Hitler. You are successful and he never commits his horrible acts of genocide. Since there was no Hitler, however, you have no reason then to go back in time to kill him and thus he gets the change to commit those acts again causing you to go back in time…and my nose is bleeding.

FF CoverThis is called a “paradox” and for a lot of franchises (such as Doctor Who) this can have disastrous consequences for everyone involved, from the physical destruction of a certain area to the end of existence itself. Getting around this illogical loop has plagued writers in the past, but the two solutions I always enjoyed are the multiverse theory and the fixed timeline. The multiverse theory suggests there are an infinite number of parallel universes so similar to one another that travelling to different points on them is almost the equivalent as travelling into the past. This theory has been used in various works including mainstream books such as Crichton’s Timeline and has even been used as a means of getting around the pesky light-speed barrier, such as in Scalzi’s Old Man’s War.

Nevertheless, is it right for a time travel to prevent the natural course of time for their own selfish desires? Consider that at least three timeline can be altered by a single time traveler. First, there is the timeline the traveler abandoned, second, there is the timeline they altered and, finally, there is the timeline they arrived in that conforms to their expected (or not) outcome of their change. That means the first timeline is full of the people the traveler abandoned and will not benefit from the traveler’s escapades in the multiverse. The second timeline, meanwhile, acts only as a vehicle to allow the traveler his intended goal and will have the suffer the consequences of the traveler’s meddling without them. The third and final timeline is the least affected, despite now being the home of someone who is already willing to play games with the universe. Some might wonder why this is bad thing, especially if the traveler had good intentions (which Hell uses to build their roads). The problem is that the definition of “good” is a matter of opinion. Can you think of no one who might create a nightmare and call it good?

Such issues are avoided if we exist upon a fixed timeline. That means everything that will happen, has happened and will always happen. No matter what you do it past, you will just allow the script to play out. One of my favorite examples of a fixed timeline can be found in Red vs. Blue when a character goes back in time and tries to prevent all the bad things that happened to him with hilarious results. Such a temporal structure is perfect for time tourism stories, but issues arise when certain historical events need to be caused by a time traveler. Here is an extreme example: a serial killer wants to go back in time to London circa 1888 and kill a bunch of prostitutes. If it turns out he is actually the one who committed those crimes, should we just let him do it again? Should we try to stop him even if logic tells us he will get there eventually? And what happens after he comes back? Can he be prosecuted when his defense can be he was just doing what was going to happen anyway?

I’m not even going to touch the implications a fixed timeline has for free will, although it might just conform what many have expected all along.

Travelling to the future is a bit easier (and even some scientists feel it is the only way to travel). Temporal paradoxes aren’t usually an issue unless it is a time traveler from the future mucking about in our present. In fact, time travel to the future tends to be very fluid in fiction. The belief that the future is what we make of it runs strong even in our regular day to day life. Human free will thus acts to prevent the future from solidifying, although one can assume that events a couple years into the future can be predicted more accurately than one hundred years in the future. Don’t think, however, that you still can’t screw up the present by just going forward instead of backwards.

Consider what is, at least in my opinion, the ultimate use of time travel to the future: preventing catastrophe. There is a lot of evidence to show that the 21st century is going to be a tough era for humanity. Still it is only just speculation or educated guesses, but to have actual proof that we are headed for disaster unless we change our ways…would you feel compelled to do everything in your power to prevent it from happening? Should you even get involved knowing that you could be altering humanity’s natural development? And what if you only saw just one of many possible futures? By freaking out about could you set of a wave of panic that could inadvertently cause the very future you were trying to avoid? It is entirely possible that the fixed timeline phenomenon can work both ways.

If you don’t mind some shameless self-promotion, I pondered those very same ideas in my most recent short story “Road Trip”. It tells the tale of four friends heading toward a college party until they take an unexpected detour in to the future. It is currently available in the anthology Forbidden Future: A Time Travel Anthology. I hope you check it out, but in the meantime, what other issues must a time traveler consider when exploring the past or future?

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