On the Edge of a New Year; A Maelstrom of Resolutions Beckons…

In this house, we lived, and we died…the two of us, we traversed these halls with our feet, gracing the bookshelves with our fingertips; we serenaded the sun through each passing season. Together, you and I, a seamless attraction whirling around with no visible center. Why would this wall, this invisible piece of injustice dare divide us now…why now when all we’ve ever done is neglect time itself?

There couldn’t be a verb, an adjective, a noun, a pronoun profound enough to literarily liberate the emotion, the feeling, the thought and power felt below my feet as I turned onto that forested bypass, leaving the city and suburbs of my post-adolescence behind. It was freedom without a flag, pestilence without a cure; both likewise and subverted. And in lighting the spliff held gingerly between my aged, wrinkled and dilapidated lips, my destiny was prolonged only for the better. If the night were thicker, I might cast myself into an ocean of doubt. If my headlights were any dimmer I might exalt myself under the most rude of Kings. It seemed that the only obstacle on the start of my journey was merely the wind; backward and pressing it was, as the Autumn always presumed it to be. And I felt as though I might be a kite without a string, a hook without bait; yes, the only deceit at my fingertips being the dirt beneath their fingernails. This journey of mine, wherever it took me, would be my last…

As I hold this glass close to my heart, the condensation soaks through this mosaic-kissed tundra my fingerprints masquerade behind, just as your stare once delved its way deep into the void where my soul once subsisted. The setting sun, if it could be labeled as such, reminds me this is only one end and only one beginning; a sequence not unfamiliar to myself nor you and yet a flavor of a taste I’d soon rather forget. There won’t be a return to be had, a turn-around or a way back once I raise this glass; this one final toast I dedicate to the years you’ve been a friend to me, and a lover to the years and years in tow following soon after.

“As a counselor of the weather behind these eyes,
as an emotion-gambling tempest to elude,
you’ve given me naught but a star to wish upon,
naught but a train to chase,
naught but a whisper to ascend and eternally a fear to face…..”

Here’s to one final flight, one last ascension, a rebellious apotheosis;
for the one thing a new year never brings is the promise of a lie and the forgiveness of those not who have fallen, but have been taken. This is not as selfish as an oath made between the faithful, nor as colorless as a promise kept between friends; no…this is the only purpose I am suitable for, this is the only ultimatum these tears can touch. When we meet again, this terrible form I have become will be like that of glass, and you will see that I can do more than merely aspire to transcend above this mortal coil. Until then, may the dreams you exist within find their way swiftly into this kinesthetically-cursed desolation that I have subconsciously sewn in your absence.

In This House, We Lived, and We Died, is a story about a man, aged and lost, in mind, body, and spirit, whose last quest takes him into the deepest abysses, across the sharpest precipices, and through the darkest abscesses of his soul so that he may collect the shattered and sunken remains of his all-but vanquished memory. A sort of Spiritual Epic in the same way "What Dreams May Come" inspires to alter life dispositions, and in the same way "Fight Club" aspires to inspire with violent psychological psithurism, "In This House, We Lived, and We Died" aims to break all the rules of the literary journey and set a new tone for the world of imagination.Release Date: Late 2013

In This House, We Lived, and We Died, is a story about a man, aged and lost, in mind, body, and spirit, whose last quest takes him into the deepest abysses, across the sharpest precipices, and through the darkest abscesses of his soul so that he may collect the shattered and sunken remains of his all-but vanquished memory. A sort of Spiritual Epic in the same way “What Dreams May Come” inspires to alter life dispositions, and in the same way “Fight Club” aspires to inspire with violent psychological psithurism, “In This House, We Lived, and We Died” aims to break all the rules of the literary journey and set a new tone for the world of imagination.
Release Date: Late 2013


Bold Resolutions, Involving Danger, a Secret Gift of Visions, and a Legend Come to Life


I don’t know of these resolutions of which you speak, but I do know something about resolve. I have resolved to don the plain cloak of a washerwoman & leave these palace walls. From the moment I enter the city, I’ll no longer be Annalisia, but simply Anna, a girl.

I’ll search for my missing cloth maiden, who has been taken. It should have been me after all, a mistake on the part of that man, il mostro, who boarded our royal vessel, and nearly killed two of my guards. (For who else but a monster would do such a thing?)

And I will use my gift of visions, no matter the danger to myself, and even though my grandmother, the queen, has forbidden it–even though I love her dearly and long for nothing more than to please her.

But I will never, under no circumstances, allow myself to lose my heart to Jovanni Septimus, even if he is a Legend come to life.

AIRE, by Lena Goldfinch

Coming Spring 2013
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Resolutions from a Noble Knight, and his Rogue of a Squire.

Michael: ‘Twas my idea to coin resolutions for the coming year.

“’’Tis like a compass for the heart,” I told Fisk. “To set our minds and will on course for whatever endeavors we undertake.”

“If you don’t have a destination, then a compass doesn’t do you much good.”

But Fisk looked interested, despite his words, mayhap because writing would be involved. If we had the money for paper and ink, and enough time in one place to settle to it, I think Fisk might undertake some literary task. But this needed only a scrap of paper and a few moments. And it might encourage both of us to become better men, in the year ahead.

“Well, I’m doing it.” I told him. “You can suit yourself.”

I took up the pen and wrote:

To make the world a better place, for my having been in it.
To show kindness and honor to all who cross my path, to give aid to those in need, and pursue justice where I may.
And to that end, we shall pursue this Jack Bannister, who is a great villain (despite having once been Fisk’s teacher) and who may lead us to a villain even greater than he.

Then I tore what I had written off the paper and thrust my words into the candle flame. I managed to drop it to the hearth before my fingers burned. Then I pushed the remainder of the paper toward Fisk.

“Your turn.”

Fisk: If I wrote something down, he’d get off my back. So I wrote.

To keep Michael alive.
To keep him from chasing after Jack.

Because if I could do the second, the first might be reasonably easy. Well, at least possible. If I couldn’t keep him from going after Jack, I’d be lucky to get myself out alive, much less him. And Jack. And all the innocent bystanders, too.

It’s not easy being Michael’s squire.


The Knight & Rogue Series, YA fantasy by Hilari Bell: The Last Knight, Rogue’s Home, Player’s Ruse. Thieves’ War, coming in 2013

Ember’s New Year’s Eve

There’s no holiday decorations up in the Tesla Institute. There’s been no pause in training or exchanging of silly gifts. I wouldn’t even know what day it is, if not for Ethan and his contagious enthusiasm knocking on my door.
“What are rules for, if not to be broken?” he asks with a devious grin.
I don’t know what to say to that, so I let him drag me off in the middle of the night. I’m still in my soft grey sweatpants and burgundy tank top. My dark hair is coiled into a bun at the top of my head, stray tendrils escaping wildly as we weave through the desolate corridors. It isn’t the first time he’s done this, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
Outside the Institute the island is deserted. The only sound is the roll and crash of waves hitting shore. I rub the goosebumps off my arms.
I hear the shrill whistle of the firework before I see it.  In the distance the sky erupts in a riot of color. Ethan drapes an arm over my shoulder and we watch until the last rocket explodes in the sky.
“Happy New Year, Ember,” he whispers.
I huff. “Isn’t that a bit redundant, coming from a time traveler?”
Turning to look at him, I see the grin hasn’t left his face. “Maybe.” He looks back to the sky, which has grown dark again. “Are you going to make a resolution?”
I press my mouth into a thin line. “Seems like a silly idea, seeing as I might not make it through the Trials, much less the whole year.”
 “Don’t think like that. The Trials are going to be a snap.” He nudges me, “Besides, Good things are coming our way. I can feel it.”
I follow his gaze across the horizon. The air stirs, blowing through my hair and making me shiver. A feeling of unease sets firmly in my belly.
“Something’s coming, that’s for sure.”
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Extracted_cover_120Welcome to the war.
The Tesla Institute is a premier academy that trains young time travelers called Rifters. Created by Nicola Tesla, the Institute seeks special individuals who can help preserve the time stream against those who try to alter it.
The Hollows are a rogue band of Rifters who tear through time with little care for the consequences. Armed with their own group of lost teens–their …only desire to find Tesla and put an end to his corruption of the time stream.
Torn between them are Lex and Ember, two Rifters with no memories of their life before joining the time war.
When Lex’s girlfriend dies during a mission, the only way he can save her is to retrieve the Dox, a piece of tech which allows Rifters to re-enter their own timeline without collapsing the time stream. But the Dox is hidden deep within the Telsa Institute, which means Lex must go into the enemy camp. It’s there he meets Ember, and the past that was stolen from them both comes flooding back.
Now armed with the truth of who they are, Lex and Ember must work together to save the future before the battle for time destroys them both…again.
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Christine Fonseca, Zane and Resolutions

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I am so excited to be part of Scene 13!!! I have a few books slated for 2013, including two nonfiction books (The Girl Guide: Finding Your Place in a Mixed-Up World (Prufrock Press, April 1, 2013) and Parenting Introverts (working title) (Prufrock Press, October 2013) and book 3 in the Requiem Series, DOMINUS.

I am truly excited for DOMINUS – it has the romance of LACRIMOSA, the angst of LIBERA ME and the action fans have been asking for. DOMINUS releases in May 2013 by Compass Press. Here is a little blurb:

“It’s been six months since my memories returned. Six months since Aydan was again ripped away from me. Six months since I broke a piece of my best friend’s soul.
Six months…”

Nesy has found her memories, her life. Now all she wants is to forget and be human. Only human. But fate holds a different destiny. Forced into a war she wants no part of, Nesy is put to the test in ways she never thought possible as she seeks to fix the mistakes she has made. And the mistakes of her former master, Mikayel. Will she be the Sentinal she was destined to be and put an end to the fighting once and for all? Or will she fail and send humanity into slavery?

The future of three worlds depends on the choices, and sacrifices, she must make in this final installment of the Requiem Series.

DOMINUS is told from two distinct points of view…but I am not quite ready to share all of that. And, it’s not important for this post.

Today, I thought I’d bring Zane back into focus with his resolutions.

Zane is one of the main characters in book #2, LIBERA ME. In that story, you get to learn about Zane’s love for Nesy, his position within the angelic orders, and more about his motivations, etc.

Zane has really grown to be one of my fav characters. But enough from me…

let’s here from him and his resolutions for 2013…


Wow, resolutions? What kind of resolutions am I supposed to make. I suppose I could say I am resolving to let Nesy go once and for all…

But that would be a lie.

I can’t just let her go, pretend that the last 500 years meant nothing to me.

Oh sure, it’s a fools mission, pursuing her. But, she hold’s my heart and she always will.

Cass wants me to move on, to focus on Gabriel’s mission for me, the prophesies, the war we all know is coming. And I will.

But underneath all of it will always be Nesy.

I just can’t help it.

Resolve to release her???

Not. Happening.


There you go… a rather determined Zane… Check out more about Dominus and the other books in the series on my website.


Paul Harrison’s Anti-New Year’s Resolutions

New Year’s Resolutions? What universe are you from? January was months ago. I have a lot of other things to worry about besides the resolutions nobody keeps. You don’t believe me? I am myself indifferent honest, but I’m not acting this time. Here, maybe this will make you happy:

1. Convince Yvonne, the girl I’ve loved forever, to stop praying and go on a date with me.
2. Cut down on the Shakespeare references no one else understands. Except for the romantic poetry parts–Yvonne likes those.
3. Finish my pre-University courses–well, that’s what my parents–I mean, my dad– would want me to say.

But these are the ones that really matter now:

  1. Get the guilty party — I don’t dare name him here–to confess my mom’s death was no accident.
  2. Meet Sean Lyon, the man I was cloned from, even if I have to visit the TwenCen universe to do it.
  3. Save Sean from his own impending murder.
  4. Figure out why the head of the time travelers is so interested in me.
  5. Do all this while making sure the wormhole connecting my universe with the TwenCen one doesn’t collapse.

If we’re both in the same universe next year, feel free to ask me how well I did. Now leave me alone; I have a part to rehearse.

Do you recognize the Shakespeare reference above? The first commenter to correctly identify what it is and where it’s from will win a free e-book of Lyon’s Legacy, the first book in the Catalyst Chronicles series.

Twinned Universes (Catalyst Chronicles, Book Two), coming Spring 2013:

Paul Harrison always wanted to play Hamlet, but he never expected he’d live the role first.

In the aftermath of a family tragedy on 21st century Earth, Paul discovers he’s the clone of Sean Lyon, his great-great-grandfather and a famous TwenCen musician. Suspecting his mother’s death was no accident, Paul comes up with a plan to trick the answers out of the great-uncle who had him cloned. But in order to make his plan work, Paul needs help from Sean himself—and Sean’s time is running out in the TwenCen universe next door. Although Paul’s family lives on the spaceship that travels between the universes, he’s never been allowed on TwenCen Earth. Now, with the help of his friends, his disguise-creating holoprojectors, and a quantum quirk, Paul must make his way to Sean while evading other time travelers who fear he’ll change the history of the TwenCen universe. If Paul is to achieve justice, he must not only risk his own life, but the wormhole connecting the universes. “To be or not to be” was a simple question in comparison….


Jodi Marshall and Meg Flannigan’s New Years Resolutions

Jodi: Um, hello? Can someone tell me where I am?

Meg: We’re on the Scene13 blog.

Jodi: The one with all the authors who have books coming out this year?

Meg: That’s the one. Why are you backing away?

Jodi: Because 2013 isn’t going to start off so great if people are forcing me to be in the same room as a human like this.

Meg: Human? What, like you’re not?

Jodi: Not exactly. I’m sort of poisonous to humans, so you should keep your distance.

Meg: Let me guess. You want to tell everyone your resolutions first.

Jodi: Sure. I can do that.

Meg: You could’ve just said that instead of making up all that stuff about being poisonous to humans.

Jodi: I was completely serious about that. I’m a necromancer with Gorgon blood. Trust me, you don’t want to get too close to me.

Meg: Seriously? Okay, then you should definitely go first.

Jodi: Okay. My New Year’s resolutions are to find a way to be around humans without hurting them—

Meg: Can you figure that one out quickly?

Jodi: I’m working on it. And my second resolution is to help the Ophi race get out from under Hades’ radar.

Meg: Ophi?

Jodi: Just go ahead with your resolutions.

Meg: My New Year’s resolution is to be strong enough to follow my heart, no matter what the risk.

Jodi: I like that one. I’d hug you, but… well, you know.

Meg: Yeah. I think I’ll just go now.

Touch of deathTouch of Death

Jodi Marshall isn’t sure how she went from normal teenager to walking disaster. One minute she’s in her junior year of high school, spending time with her amazing boyfriend and her best friend. The next she’s being stalked by some guy no one seems to know.

After the stranger, Alex, reveals himself, Jodi learns he’s not a normal teenager and neither is she. With a kiss that kills and a touch that brings the dead back to life, Jodi discovers she’s part of a branch of necromancers born under the 13th sign of the zodiac, Ophiuchus. A branch of necromancers that are descendants of Medusa. A branch of necromancers with poisoned blood writhing in their veins.

Jodi’s deadly to the living and even more deadly to the deceased. She has to leave her old, normal life behind before she hurts the people she loves. As if that isn’t difficult enough, Jodi discovers she’s the chosen one who has to save the rest of her kind from perishing at the hands of Hades. If she can’t figure out how to control her power, history will repeat itself, and her race will become extinct.

Coming from SPENCER HILL PRESS, January 15, 2013
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Love All Seventeen-year-old Meg Flannigan isn’t very self-confident, but what girl would be after her sophomore-year boyfriend dumped her by making out with another girl in front of her locker? Now a senior, Meg catches the eye of not one but two guys at school. They show up at her tennis matches, vie over her attention, and both are gorgeous. Sounds good, right? Not if one of the guys is her boyfriend and the other one wants to be.

Meg doesn’t want to lose Ash. They’ve been together for almost five months, and she’s falling in love with him. But Noah. Ah, Noah. He’s so irresistible, and Meg isn’t ready to send him away either. But if she strings both along, she might be the one left in the cold. This love triangle is sure to end in a broken heart. But will it be Meg’s?

Coming from Swoon Romance, January 22, 2013
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