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The last couple of days I have been busy working away on a few things. Today has been the most important. I got the edits back for Dragon’s Flame, put up the pre-order, and started working on the revisions. It is up for pre-order for 99 cents right now, and will be released on the 29th.

The edits are going well, and there are only some minor reworking to do, but over all I’m pretty happy about this novel. Then back to working on Dragon’s Blood.

I’ve also been finishing Costume Shop, my first children’s story. It will be a chapter book, with an R.L. Stine feel to it. And it will be out in time for Halloween.

I’ve also been updating a lot of my covers. A few months ago I did a complete over-hall of my Illicit Gains series, I thought it was about time to redo the text on my Small Bites short stories series. The text just looked so boring next to all the other ones. With the new text I think I’m happier with the covers.

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Posted by on September 16, 2017 in Updates

 

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Dragon’s Flame – Chapter 1

The first chapter of Dragon’s Flame, book 1 in the half blood sorceress series.

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Winter descended from the mountains, a cloak of ice wrapped about his shoulders. A living force of nature, his very presences consumed all before him.

A blanket of snow and ice spread out at his feet, the earth crunching beneath his foot falls. A shroud of mist hung with baited breath behind him, waiting for his invitation to slip down into the valley and consume all before it.

Even the sun, once bright and warm in its track, cast a cold glow upon the frozen landscape. Brittle ice caked outstretched tree limbs, weighing them down and snapping off the fragile ends. Dark rich earth and pale green grass gave way to a blanket of cold crystals as he passed.

Silence enshrouded the unnatural winter as birds fell from the sky, and rodents scrambled into dens, never to emerge, their blood frozen. No being could come near to the vision of ice. For miles nothing ventured beyond the grip of winter. No sound. No animal. And no man. Nothing save the wind, and footfalls of the one carrying ice in his very soul.

Word spread of winter’s passage, and villages fled south in terror. But few men lived in the north near the mountains, and fewer in the path of winter’s fury. The great leaders of the cities to the south did not see the danger creeping steadily closer to them. They could not feel the cold of winter, or hear the fury of the winds descending from the mountain.

To the south where men slept peacefully in their beds, ignorant of the danger approaching.

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C-1 Mother

 

Soft light fell in a dappled pattern across my mother’s bed, like lace made from sunbeams. I hung the lace curtains for her just two summers ago when the sunlight had become too much for her weakening body.
I sat on the edge of her bed, taking her hand in mine. So thin. It was like clutching a skeleton with thin paper wrapped over her birdlike bones.

This was my mother, or what was left of her. Only thirty-eight and she was succumbing to a wasting disease that no cleric could seem to heal. Not that there had been many clerics visiting our small village.
“It won’t be much longer,” she said.

I had to lean forward to hear her words, like crushed leaves on the breeze, cracking and popping as she spoke.

“Don’t say that, mom,” I protested, clutching her hand just a bit tighter. “You can’t go yet. You haven’t even given me away at my wedding. And what will dad do without you? He needs you. We both do.”
She reached up with her other hand and patted me. “You’ll do just fine, Sybel. You’re stronger than you think. You’ll be ruling the world in no time.”

I smiled, I couldn’t help it, even at this stage. Mother always had an odd sense of humor. Ruling the world? From the back of a plow horse? A farmer’s wife didn’t rule much more than her kitchen. I might not have been a wife yet, but I knew it would come soon, and all the stories of mages and dragons mother shared with me would be replaced with babies and laundry.

“And dad?” I asked.

“Don’t be too harsh on him, Sybel. Your dad’s been through a lot more than he’s willing to admit. He’s been there for us, more than I had any right for. He loved me when I couldn’t love myself. Things might get difficult for you after I’m gone, but remember that somewhere inside him there is love.”

I didn’t understand it then, but my mother already knew what would happen when she passed onto the other side. She had been married to my father for twenty years, and knew all too well his temper. I knew it too, and had been on the wrong side of it more often than not. I tried to brush it off, to remind myself that he loved me, but it had gotten harder to do so since mother took ill. He’d been rougher than usual.

I’d done my best to hide the bruise on my arm where he’d gripped it a bit too hard. It wouldn’t do to upset mother on her deathbed.

I didn’t want to admit that it was her deathbed, but there was no denying it anymore. She was dying and there was nothing I could do. No wizard to call. No demon to summon. My mother was going to slip into the next world, and it would be soon.

What would I do afterward?

“I’ll remember, mother,” I said, and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Her skin was warm beneath my lips, and smelled of sour elderberries. It was the smell of wine, and sleep, something she’d been imbibing in far more lately. I couldn’t even try to be upset with her, I could see how much pain each movement was causing.

The wasting disease had come on two summers before, slowly creeping inside her. First she couldn’t stand for very long, and took to working the farm from a chair that I carted around for her. Then she couldn’t stay awake for long periods of time and started taking naps throughout the day. At the beginning of the spring when others were out sowing the seeds for the next harvest my mother couldn’t rise from her bed. Her muscles had atrophied, leaving behind a husk of the woman I’d known. The strong jaw, and quick smile had been replaced by a skull covered in thin parchment.

The sicker mother became the angry father seemed.

“The garden just hasn’t been the same without you,” I said. It sounded hollow, even to me, but I had to say something. Didn’t I? Tired platitudes about getting well seemed out of place. There was no getting well, not anymore, and we both knew it.

“I’m tired, Sybel. I think it’s time I rest.”

The finality in her words sent a shiver down my spine. But there was a smaller part of me that was glad. Mother had been in pain for so long, I just wanted her pain to end. If that meant letting her go then I would do it. No matter how much it hurt.

I kissed her forehead again, and let go of her hand.

“Did you want father to come in and kiss you goodnight as well?”

The way I said goodnight, it sounded like the end of a long journey to me. Perhaps mother heard it because she sighed and gave me a wan smile before shaking her head. I couldn’t blame her. The way father had been acting it wouldn’t be a good way for her to go into the long sleep. I think she held on as long as she did because of him, but now the wasting disease was too much. She was ready.

I smiled back, and patted her hand.

Then I slowly stood, and turned my back on her, walking away.

It was the hardest thing I’d ever done. It felt like I was giving her permission to die. After all the years she had held on for me and my father, it felt like the right thing to do. She was hurting, and staying would do nothing for her but cause her more pain.

I could handle myself, and father if need be. But at that moment we didn’t matter any longer, I could only think of her failing strength, and the relief that seemed to emanate from her at that moment.

I left, knowing it would be the last time I would see my mother alive. And I didn’t look back.

 
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Posted by on June 24, 2017 in On Writing

 

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The Half Blood Sorceress

I got a description from Bryan Cohen the other day, and I thought I’d share it with you. I’ll be working on book two for NaNoWriMo in a couple months. I’ve already written out the plot, and gotten a few chapters in, but that’s okay. I have book three, and four, and five to work on if I need to. The point of NaNoWriMo for me is always to get as many words in as possible.

So, without further adieu, here is the blurb for The Half Blood Sorceress:

A tragedy. A secret. A journey to find the truth…

Sybel watches her mother burn on a funeral pyre. As she copes with her overwhelming grief, she never expects her father to push her into the flames as well. When Sybel survives the pyre without a single burn, she’s banished from the village for reasons she doesn’t understand.

With more questions than answers, Sybel’s only hope is to make a treacherous journey to find the wise mages of Kemore. As evil forces surround her, Sybel needs to fight tooth and nail to stay alive. When the attacks mount and winter approaches, the girl who would not burn must trust in unlikely allies to save her life and discover the truth…

Awaken the Dragon is the first book in a captivating new fantasy series. If you like rich, historical worlds, robust and believable magic, and captivating storytelling, then you’ll love Crissy Moss’ Half Blood Sorceress Series.

Buy Awaken the Dragon to get caught up in the journey today!

 
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Posted by on October 9, 2016 in On Writing

 

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Of Pokemon and Life

Yep, I’m still alive.

I’ve been so busy with the training at the new job that I’ve been unable to do much of anything else. I sit down to write and it feels like my brain is just mush from cramming all this information in it. I’m pretty sure I’ll get use to the new job, and all the things I’m suppose to do there eventually, but it takes time. So I come home at night, try to write for a bit, get a few words down, then veg out to let myself recover.

On the weekends I do write a bit more. But it isn’t nearly the same word count I had when I was on unexpected vacation between jobs. I am REALLY happy I got so much out during that month, it makes me feel slightly less guilty about not writing much of anything this week. But only slightly.

WSsmlI did finish the rewrite of “Witch’s Sacrifice.” The couple of chapters that made Artiro look like an idiot had to be redone so that it made more sense. Did that, it works. just rereading it all and then I will upload the new version this weekend. Very little has actually changed, I just adjusted who was where at what time and everything worked out a lot better. He doesn’t seem like an idiot, and the fact that he, as a merman, is effected heavily by the ocean is more apparent.

I am currently 23k into the first novel of the Half Blood Sorceress novels. 6 of 17 chapters are DONE. The others are outlined and I’m going back to finish them. I’m also 7k into book two. I need some titles for these things. So far I’ve got: Awaken the Dragon, Finding the Dragon, and Accepting the Dragon.

I’m not sure if I’m happy with those titles. But they are working titles.

I want to get the first one finished by next month. Now that the Witch’s Trilogy is finished, and out, it’s about time that I start producing something new. I shared the first chapter here if you’d like to read it.

 

Alright… time to get to work.

 
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Posted by on July 15, 2016 in On Writing

 

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Influences of the past

witch triloI finished The Witch’s Trilogy not so long ago, and I’m rather happy with how it came out. (Yes, there are four books because there is a prequel.)

Now I’m on to the next series, but I thought I’d share a little bit about the influence on the last series.

When I was a child my parents use to take us to the coast every summer. We’d camp out next to the ocean in an old tent, and I’d play on the sandy dunes, and hunt for sea shells in the rocks. I woke up each morning listening to the waves pounding against the shore, and went to sleep with the ocean breeze rocking the tent back and forth.

As a little girl trapped in long car rides with my sisters, and then stuck in the middle of no where with no TV or game console (I was a gamer even then) I didn’t appreciate those opportunities as much as I do now. Today I look forward to these long trips, and just take a kindle to keep me occupied.

While writing the Witch’s Trilogy I was able to draw on those memories. The smell of the ocean, the wind in my hair, the taste of the salt water and kelp. Since the Witch’s Trilogy is set in a group of islands that look a lot like the beaches I went to as a child.

I hope that the same experiences and influences can seep into my new series. She’s a fire sorceress, and there are fire breathing dragons, so I’ll be dreaming of camp fires, and burning logs. I’ll be remembering living in California during the major forest fires, and the inability to breath when the smoke got so thick. Not all memories we pull from need to be happy ones, after all.

Speaking of the past, I’m going to California to see my mom this weekend. I haven’t seen her since I left Cali. I miss her, and it’s going to be good to see her again.

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Posted by on June 3, 2016 in On Writing

 

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Dragon’s Flame

WORKING COVER DRAGONThe working title and cover for my new book… at least the first book in the series.

This isn’t the final cover. While it wouldn’t be too terrible, the font isn’t great and it doesn’t say “fantasy” enough for me. I will be playing around with it a lot before the first book comes out. I still like the idea of a girl surrounded by flames, since she is a fire sorceress after all.

A few updates:

I am reworking a few chapters in “Witch’s Sacrifice”. There were a few people who read it who said one scene in the book made no sense, and made one of the characters just appear to be an idiot. I couldn’t disagree with them so I’ve been trying to figure out how to fix it since then. I finally did a few weeks ago (that’s right, it took me a year to figure out how to fix one plot point.) I’ve been rewriting it and will probably republish that book before the end of the month.

Dragon’s Flame… which I’m still not convinced on that name because it’s kind of generic… is coming along nicely. I’m 17 k into it, and I have a feeling it’s going to be about 50 when I’m done. Still not sure about that since I keep adding things to make it more interesting. (Why am I writing this? It seems so boring? I know, set something on fire!)

The original title was “Awaken the Dragon”. I might go back to it, but I’m not sure. It depends on some things. I have a feeling that there will be lots of tweaks and changes before I ever get to the publishing. I just needed a working cover to have something to visualize the book…for now.

What else?

I got a new job, and quit my old job. I have another week before moving on to the new job, and a four day vacation between the two. Lots of writing to be done there. The awesome part was that during the interview they asked me what I had done in the past that required a lot of dedication, without supervision, and no reward till the end of the project. WRITING! We chatted about my books for a few minutes in the interview. It was awesome!

I’ll give you guys another update in a few days.

 
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Posted by on May 25, 2016 in On Writing

 

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Dragons? Where?

I’ve been really busy the last few weeks plotting and writing the first few chapters of my new series: “The Half-Blood Sorceress.”

I am so excited about this series! I first got the idea back at NorWesCon in the art gallery. I found an artist that had absolutely magnificent work. I mean he does paintings for several of the big publishers, he was that good. And at the bottom of his display was one loan painting. I overheard him talking to someone else about how he just had to paint that one night, even if it hadn’t found a home yet, be he was sure that the right author would come along to give it a story.

“You could write that, you know,” Gregg said.

“No, that covers too awesome for me,” I said, and kept walking.

Three feet down the hall and I looked up at him and said “You suck!”

“See,” he said, “told you that you had a story for that picture.”

Not a story, as it turns out. A whole SERIES! All based on this one painting, or rather the girl depicted there.

Of course, I asked the artist how much it would cost for me to use that as the cover… As it turns out, WAY more than I can afford at the moment. However, this painting is the one I need for book six, so there is still a chance I could do it. I just have to get writing, and see how things work out.

So what is this story about? A half-blood sorceress? What does that even mean?

Well that’s coming, but today I’m going to tell you a little bit about the world. First: a map. I’ve been working on it on and off for a while, but the world has no name yet. I would absolutely love my readers to name this world for me. And no, I won’t be naming it Mappy McMapface, sorry.

Dragon MapWhat should you know about this world? Here there be dragons! Four of them, in fact.

Nyasama – Earth dragon
Anulaer – Air dragon
Ningirsu – Water dragon
Alshadu – Fire dragon

Together, the four dragons created the world, then slept in various places around the new planet. Every now and then the dragons wake and travel about the planet they created in human form, interacting, causing mischief, or doing something extraordinary.

This book isn’t about the dragons, though they do have an influence on the world at large. No, the first book is about Sybel. She finds herself in an awful place in time, watching the mother she loved waste away, and then learning a horrible secret that thrusts her out into a world filled with magic and darkness that she did not know existed.

I am currently seeing how the first book goes. I’m already 14k into the initial writing, and loving the way it’s going. I want to write one book a month, with a month for editing, formatting, etc. I just have to see how I can handle it since I’ve never pushed myself to do something this massive before. I’m only looking at 50k words per book, but I haven’t even gotten a third of the way into this one so I have no idea if that estimate will fly right out the window.

All I know is, I love this world. I love the characters. And I love the story. I’m more passionate about this story than I have been about anything in a couple of years. I want to see it live, and I want others to love it too.

So look for more snippets about the world, and maybe some snippets from the actual novel soon.

 
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Posted by on May 15, 2016 in Personal Notes, Stories

 

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