Friday, October 25, 2013

Blog Tour {Top Tens & Giveaway}: Project Cain by Geoffrey Girard



Synopsis:

Fifteen-year-old Jeff Jacobson had never heard of Jeffrey Dahmer, the infamous serial killer who brutally murdered seventeen people more than twenty years ago. But Jeff’s life changes forever when the man he’d thought was his father hands him a government file telling him he was constructed in a laboratory only seven years ago, part of a top-secret government cloning experiment called ‘Project CAIN’.

There, he was created entirely from Jeffrey Dahmer’s DNA. There are others like Jeff—those genetically engineered directly from the most notorious murderers of all time: The Son of Sam, The Boston Strangler, Ted Bundy . . . even other Jeffrey Dahmer clones. Some raised, like Jeff, in caring family environments; others within homes that mimicked the horrific early lives of the men they were created from.

When the most dangerous boys are set free by the geneticist who created them, the summer of killing begins. Worse, these same teens now hold a secret weapon even more dangerous than the terrible evil they carry within. Only Jeff can help track the clones down before it’s too late. But will he catch the ‘monsters’ before becoming one himself?


    


Geoffrey Girard is an award-winning fiction author whose works have appeared in several best-selling anthologies and magazines, including Writers of the Future (a 2003 winner), Murky Depths, Apex Horror & Science Fiction Digest, and the Stoker-nominated Dark Faith anthology. His first book, Tales of the Jersey Devil, thirteen original tales based on American folklore, was published in 2005, followed by Tales of the Atlantic Pirates (2006) and Tales of the Eastern Indians (2007). Simon and Schuster will publish two Girard novels in 2013: CAIN'S BLOOD, a techno thriller, and PROJECT CAIN, a spinoff novel for teen/YA readers. 

Born in Germany, shaped in New Jersey and currently living in Ohio. Geoffrey graduated from Washington College with a literature degree and worked as an advertising copywriter and marketing manager, later shifting to high school English teacher. He is currently the English Dept. Chair at a private boys school in Ohio and is an MA candidate in Creative Writing at Miami University. 


He has presented seminars and workshops on creative writing at colleges, elementary schools, bookstores and writers' organizations and can also be spotted speaking at various conventions/events.

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Top Ten List - Things you would change about your high school years if you could go back in time.
1.      I would value Friendship more… and try to make/keep more friends.
2.      I would NOT try to fix my unibrow with a razor ten minutes before a date.  
3.      I would be nicer to my girlfriend.
4.      I would not snack on pasta and milkshakes to gain weight; It doesn’t work and all that weight arrives later anyway.
5.      I would not quit football senior year; One more year on the bench is okay.
6.      I would not play a Cars song at Battle of the Bands: no one but me liked them anymore.
7.      I would cheat less in Spanish class and try to actually learn some Spanish.
8.      I would learn/remember the name of at least one Math teacher ever in my life.
9.      I would perform in a play production sooner than senior year.
10. I would kiss Donna when I had the chance.



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Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Blog Tour {Giveaway & Excerpt}: By Blood by Tracy E. Banghart


By Blood by Tracy E. Banghart
Series:
By Blood #1
Publication date: February 18th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal

Synopsis:
For 17-year-old Emma Wong, spending a summer in England should be a dream come true. Gorgeous scenery? Check. Lots of hot guys with accents? Yes, please.

Throw in an estranged mom, annoying new stepdad, and drooling baby half-brother, and it’s a disaster even her favorite cherry red leather jacket can’t fix. Even worse, there’s (hot) live-in research assistant Josh to contend with. The only thing more embarrassing than   drunk-kissing him hours after they meet? Knowing he’ll be witness to her family’s dysfunction all. summer. long.

But when Emma meets a mysterious girl who happens to be a Druid, her vacation suddenly promises to be far more intriguing than she  anticipated. Powerful rituals, new friends, an intoxicating sense of freedom...and Simon, the sexy foreign stranger she was hoping for. It’s all a perfect distraction from dirty diapers and awkward family dinners.

Trouble is, intriguing doesn’t often mean simple. And Emma is about to discover just how not simple her life really is.

By Blood is a novel about the ways that blood can bind us to others – or tear us apart.


   
 


Moon Child by Tracy E. Banghart
Series: By Blood #2
Publication date: August 16th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal

Synopsis:

Before Emma's adventures in Oxford, her best friend Diana came face-to-face with a killer...

Diana Calvert is so over high school. Who cares if Olivia hates her? And David needs to forget about having a crush on her STAT. Even Emma’s crazy fashion choices can’t keep Diana entertained. All she can hope for is a dance scholarship to a college as far away as possible from too-small, too-boring, too-nothing-ever-happens New Freedom, PA.

Then Diana meets Nicholas Woodhaven. He’s pale, angry…yet weirdly charming. The more time they spend together, the more she wonders who – or what – he really is. Because he isn’t anything like the other guys she knows. Not with the whole only-going-out-at-night thing. And living with his creepy aunt. And not going to school.

Just when Diana thinks she’s got Nicholas all figured out, people in her small, nothing-ever-happens town start dying. She has to wonder – can she trust him? And even more alarming – could she be next?

A murder mystery with a paranormal twist, Moon Child is best read under the covers with a flashlight...if you dare!

  




Tracy E. Banghart is a cheesy movie–loving, fantasy football–playing (go Ravens!), globe-trotting Army wife who began “practicing” her craft at the age of five, when she wrote her first story. She loves visiting the international friends she met while pursuing her MA in Publishing and spends a portion of every summer at her family’s cabin in Canada, where she finds inspiration and lots of time to relax on the dock. She lives with her husband, son, two lazy dogs and one ornery cat. When not writing or spending time with her family, she is on a mission to bake the perfect cupcake.




We reached a main street with a pink-washed pub on the corner. I paused, but Ash kept walking.
When she turned again, I had a flashback to lunch and the dim stairs leading to the Wisteria Café. Here we were at another dark passageway. Excitement shivered through me. We walked down a narrow alley between two buildings; my shoes wobbled on the cobblestones and Josh put a polite hand on my back to steady me. The path was lit by old-fashioned sconces built into the walls. Faintly, I heard voices, an occasional burst of laughter. We ducked through a low archway and the space opened before us.
A cobblestone courtyard hid among the tall shadowy buildings. Hunched in the center of the clearing, among the noise and light, was a squat green-roofed structure. People milled in front and around the sides of the small tavern. It even had outbuildings of a sort – the whole assemblage resembled historic horse stables more than a bar. Ash waved a hand and said proudly, “This is The Turf.”
It was perfect. Just the kind of place I’d expect a group of Druids to hang out. I looked around, wondering if I’d recognize them just by their auras or something.
Josh stepped forward. “Let me buy you ladies a drink. What can I get you?” Ash asked for a Pimm’s and lemonade so I said I’d have the same, though I had no idea what it was.
She gestured toward the back of the building, where an ivy-covered trellis framed a doorway to another outdoor area. “They’ll be over there,” she said, dragging me away.
As soon as we walked through the archway, I saw Simon. He was dressed in black, his dark hair spiked up and a sardonic grin on his face. Shadows and people crowded close. A man played a guitar in the opposite corner, but the rumble of the crowd drowned out whatever music he was trying to make.
Ash led me by the hand until we were standing before Simon, in the center of a group of people I could only assume was his “Grove”. I kept my head up, aiming for confident and relaxed, even though my stomach fluttered. When Simon took my hand and kissed my palm, I had to bite back a goofy smile.
“Good evening, Emma. So nice to see you again.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice. His stormy gray eyes met mine and I couldn’t look away. There was something intense in the way he stared. He gave me a slight smile and released my hand.
Ash pulled me away. “Emma, this is Molly Walker. She’s in school with me.” Molly was also wearing white, a short girlish dress with a lacy neckline that made her pale face look stark beneath a truly impressive cascade of wavy dark hair. With her pink lips and wide brown eyes, she could have been as easily a wood nymph as a girl. She giggled and stumbled towards me when I said hi. Her eyes didn’t quite focus on mine. Okay, a drunk wood nymph.
“This is George Williams,” Ash continued. If Molly was a nymph, George was the Druid equivalent of a satyr. He was dressed in black, like Simon, but was much taller and thinner, with shaggy sandy hair, a hawkish nose, and eyes that danced mischievously. When I shook his hand, he squeezed my fingers a little too tightly and smiled. I grinned back; the cocky ones were always fun.
“Harrison Lewis.” I’m not sure who he resembled, except maybe a shorter, greasier version of George. His face was narrow, almost weasely, and if I had gray, crooked teeth like his, I’d smile with my mouth closed. He stood too close and his hand was damp.
“Wait,” I said, resisting the urge to take a step back. “George and Harrison? Really?”
Harrison smiled a little wider. Ick. “Our mums had it in for us.” George wasn’t paying attention; Molly giggled as he nuzzled her neck and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
“And this is Bryna Kelly,” Ash said. Even in the dim light, Bryna’s flame-red hair glowed. Her white Grecian dress flowed along her ample curves and pooled with a luminous gleam at her feet. Between the dress and hair, her considerable cleavage, and the haughty expression on her round, freckled face, she had the earth mother goddess vibe down. Her accent was heavy and lilting when she said she was happy to meet me. I tried not to gape.
When a hand pressed firmly into my back, I turned, expecting Josh. Simon smiled. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Thanks but my friend—” I looked around for Josh, but I didn’t see him. “Well, my friend’s around here somewhere. He’s getting me one.”
“Next round, then.”
“Sure. Thanks.” His hand was still warm on my back, and I was pretty sure at that moment I’d let him lead me anywhere. 


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Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Blog Blitz: Sweet Legacy (Sweet Venom, #3) by Tera Lynn Childs


Sweet Legacy (Sweet Venom, #3) by Tera Lynn Childs

Blurb: 
Greer has always known she was privileged, though she had no idea how special her second sight made her, even among her triplet monster-fighting sisters. But when a god starts playing with her mind, can Greer step up in her pretty high heels to prevent anything from stopping her sisters’ mission?

Grace loves her adopted brother, Thane, but now that he’s back and has joined her sisters’ team, it’s clear his past is full of dark mysteries. She wants to trust him, but will Thane’s secret put the girls in even more danger?

Gretchen knows she can rely on her sisters to help her stop the monsters. But after getting to know some of the beasties in the abyss, she finds her role as a huntress comes with more responsibility than she ever imagined. How can she know what her birthright demands of her now?

The girls cannot hesitate as they seek the location of the lost door between the realms, even as monsters and gods descend on San Francisco in battle-ready droves. In this exciting conclusion to the Sweet Venom trilogy, these teenage heirs of Medusa must seek the truth, answer the ancient riddles, and claim their immortal legacy.

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Tera Lynn Childs is the award-winning author of the mythology-based Oh. My. Gods. and Goddess Boot Camp, the mermaid tales Forgive My Fins, Fins Are Forever and Just For Fins, and a new trilogy about monster-hunting descendants of Medusa that includes Sweet Venom, Sweet Shadows, and Sweet Legacy (September 3, 2013). She has two new e-novellas coming soon, Goddess In Time (November 2013) and Pretty In Pearls (January 2014). She has also e-published two fun chick lit romances, Eye Candy and Straight Stalk. Tera lives nowhere in particular and spends her time writing wherever she can find a comfy chair and a steady stream of caffeinated beverages.


I place my hand around Nick’s wrist and—without waiting for him to respond—pull him after me. Seeking a better strategic position, I move up, over onto the nearest boulder. He follows right behind and I release my grip so I can move stealthily.
Belly-crawling across the smooth surface, I inch toward the edge of the rock, toward the sound that could be a million things. A million dark and nasties.
Whatever it is, I have to draw it away from my sisters.
As I lean forward, out over the edge to get a better view, I hold my breath. Surprise is a crucial advantage. Whatever is coming doesn’t know we’re here yet and I don’t want to give away our position until I’m ready.
I peer down, but can’t see anything in the inky space below. The shufflings stop. All but one. Then I hear a loud, Oof! Followed by a vehement, Shh!
“Sorry,“ a small voice says. “Not know we stopping.“
“Shhhh!“ Louder. And more irritated.
“If you no want Sillus—“
A loud smack, followed by an angry, “Shut. Up.“
Then a muffled, “Sorry,“ that sounds more like, “Rawry.“
I smile. Leaning out as far over the edge as possible, I can barely make out several shapes below in the faint glow. One gleams in the green light. Golden, metallic.
The golden maiden.





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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Blog Tour {Guest Post}: Over the Rainbow by Brain Rowe




YA Fantasy
Date Published:  8/6/2013
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16-year-old Zippy Green never meant to fall in love with a girl, but when she does, her ultra-conservative father tries to send her to anti-gay camp. At the Kansas City airport, however, she hides inside a giant suitcase and sneaks onto an airplane headed not to the camp, but to Seattle, where her online love Mira lives. Halfway through the flight, the plane barrels out of control and crashes into the ground, knocking her unconscious. 


When Zippy awakens, she finds that most of the passengers have vanished. She doesn’t know what’s happened, but she’s determined to find out. She begins a quest on foot toward Seattle, and along the way, she meets a teenager with a concussion , a homeless man with a heart condition, a child without a shred of bravery, and a terrier named Judy. Together the group discovers that more than two-thirds of the world's population has mysteriously disappeared. But that's only the beginning...



All Zippy wants is to find her Mira, but before she can she has to contend with two outside forces. The first is her homophobic father, who does everything in his power to keep her from the girl she loves. And the second is extinct creatures of all shapes and sizes, including living, breathing dinosaurs, which have replaced the missing population.


Brian Rowe is a writing fiend, book devotee, film fanatic, and constant dreamer. He's written nine novels, dozens of short stories, five feature-length screenplays, and hundreds of film articles and essays. His fiction has appeared in Dreamspinner Press, Mobius Magazine, and Wilde Oats Literary Journal. He is one half of the YA book blog Story Carnivores, where he reviews the latest in books and film. He is currently pursuing his MA in English at the University of Nevada, Reno, and is hard at work on his first New Adult novel, which will be released in November 2013.


Over the Rainbow marks my ninth self-published novel. I love the control I have over my work in self-publishing, and no book I've ever written has needed as much control as Over the Rainbow. This is a book that incorporates science fiction, fantasy, action adventure, and coming of age; it's a book that deals with lesbianism, the rapture, The Wizard of Oz, and dinosaurs. I queried agents with this book between August 2012 and March 2013, and even those who liked it said that the book would never see the light of day without some of the creative elements being toned down a little, or eliminated completely. One agent, for example, told me I should cut out the dinosaurs. I knew from the beginning Over the Rainbow was going to be a difficult book to sell to agents and publishers, and in the end, I decided it was best with this one, probably more than any book I've written, to ultimately go the self-publishing route. 

I've self-published many young adult books before, including the Happy Birthday to Me trilogy, but I've never written a book I care about more than Over the Rainbow, and this time, I really wanted to do it right. Not only have I pulled out all the stops with the marketing of the book, and worked hard to make sure the book had a beautiful cover, I've done all I can to ensure the manuscript is the best it can be. Many are wary of self-published books because they've been burned before, with so many typos and inconsistencies in the texts. But such is not the case with my new book. Not only have I done ten full drafts, twice the amount I usually do, but Over the Rainbow has been professionally edited by a traditionally published author, and copyedited by two different professional copyeditors. I've worked tirelessly night and day for the last few months in making sure the book reads just as professionally as would a traditionally published novel. The reader, every time out, deserves only the best.


Over the Rainbow is the first book I've self-published that will be appearing on five different platforms—Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple iBookstore, and CreateSpace. For too long I stayed exclusive to Amazon, and this summer I decided to branch out to all the various platforms customers use to read their books. I've never been, and am still not, against traditional publishing, and will start querying my next young adult novel Magic Hour later this year. But self-publishing should never be looked at as a last resort. It is a viable option for all authors, and can be loads of fun. And in the case of Over the Rainbow, it proved to be the best route to go. 


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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Blog Tour {Giveaway & Excerpt}: Wings of Nestor (Solus, #3) by Devri Walls





Wings of Nestor (Solus, #3)
by Devri Walls
Publication date: June 24th 2013

Synopsis:

Kiora needs answers. Who is the Shadow? Who is Jasmine? Are they connected? And even more pressing: how can she stop Shadow from using Kiora’s dreams as a map to find them? They have escaped three times, but are living on borrowed time—and everybody knows it.

Her search for help will push her closer to Alcander, send her to the dragon mountain of Toopai, and straight back to Meros—where magic will finally return to the land of no magic. Answers will be uncovered and plans unearthed that have been waiting for thousands of years.

But with the Shadow’s forces gathering, it looks like the land’s path is hurtling towards one outcome: war with the Shadow and death to all rebels. Armed with knowledge and hope, Kiora is determined to change that path. But will fate allow it? Or will it deal her a hard lesson about following ones own destiny?

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Wings of Tavea (Solus, #2) on Goodreads | Amazon | B&N


Devri Walls lives in Kuna Idaho with her husband and two kids. She has worked as a music teacher and currently, a preschool teacher. She majored in theater and her love of a story still drives her today. Thankfully, she has finally found an outlet for all the voices in her head. Her first novel, Wings of Arian, is available on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles and Apple. The second book in the Solus trilogy, Wings of Tavea is scheduled for release Nov 2012.












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Emane grumbled, pulling a tunic over his head. He knew he should eat, but he wasn’t actually hungry. Pulling on boots, he strapped on his sword and a dagger. Lomay had promised to procure a sword for Alcander.                            
            Lomay was waiting for him at the base of the stairs. “I have the sword you requested.”
            It wasn’t as intricate as the one Emane owned, but it was well crafted. Emane took it by the hilt. “Thank you.”
            “I daresay Alcander will lack your gratitude.”
            Emane laughed. “I daresay you are correct. And I will love every minute of it.” He winked before strolling outside, testing the weight and balance of the sword.
            Alcander stood staring over the cliffs. Throwing open the doors, Emane yelled, “Are you just going to stand there or are we going to fight?” 
            Alcander gave him a narrow glare.
             “Do you practice that pose?” Emane asked, cocking his head to one side. “Because it really is quite stunning.”
            Alcander almost smiled—almost. “You’re in a good mood.”
             “As are you, considering you are about to be beaten by a Witow.” He threw Alcander his sword.
            Alcander caught it neatly. “You honestly think you can beat me?”
            “If you are not allowed to use your magic—which you are not, by the way—then, yes.” Emane moved closer, his sword held out in front of him. “The tactics are different, your balance is different, and your strengths will not be your strengths. Hence—” he spread his arms wide, smirking. “The good mood.”
            Alcander squinted as he appraised Emane.
            “What?”
            “Yesterday, this morning—I think I can see it.”
            “See what?”
            Alcander hesitated, as if it pained him to say it. “You being called as the Protector.”
            Emane was stunned. He couldn’t tell if that was an apology or an observation. Either way, he couldn’t deny that it was genuine, which oddly touched him. “You no longer find me…What’s the word you always used? Inadequate?”
            Alcander’s mouth quirked to the side. “Don’t push your luck.”
            Emane held up his sword. “Let’s go.”
            When Emane came within range, Alcander leaped straight into the air, flipping over Emane’s head and landing neatly on the other side of him.
            Emane rolled his eyes as he turned to face Alcander. “Fine—you have one strength. Although I still have trouble believing you don’t need magic to do that.”
            Alcander shrugged.
            “My point is, I have the advantage.” Emane spread his feet into a fighting stance, holding his sword out in front. “Shall we begin?”
            Alcander moved forward with the sword. Emane easily knocked it away, sidestepping.
            “Ah, not as easy as it looks to be a Witow, is it?” Emane said, struggling against the joy bubbling within him. It felt so good not to be at a disadvantage.
            Alcander lunged again. Although he was fast, he didn’t understand where to place the sword and Emane knocked it away with one sure movement and a neat step to the side. Alcander stumbled, looking unsure of himself for the first time since Emane had met him. “I am reconsidering teaching you how to fight, Alcander. I like you much better when you’re not so arrogant.”
            “Really?” Alcander said, straightening up. “That’s strange—I find I like your arrogant side better. Less whiny and needy.”
            Emane grinned and neatly flicked out with his sword, disarming Alcander. The sword spun across the courtyard.
            Alcander moved his hand up, Emane recognized it immediately from his training with Aleric. He blocked the spell with his sword. The magic rebounded, knocking Alcander flat on his back.
            “Alcander, that is cheating.”

            Alcander actually smiled. “Yes,” he grunted, pushing himself to his feet. “I can definitely see it. I like you much better this way.” Retrieving his sword, Alcander tried to imitate Emane’s stance. “Are you going to teach me? Or shall we stand here and banter all day?”

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Blog Tour {Giveaway & Excerpt}: Welcome to the Darkness (Darkness Trilogy, #1) by L.M. Justus


Welcome to the Darkness by L.M. Justus
Series:
Darkness Trilogy, #1
Publication date: August 5th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal

Synopsis:
A typical teenager, seventeen-year-old Reed Hennessy doesn’t realize how lucky he is to lead a normal life until he loses everything, including his humanity. The attacker who slaughters his family and destroys their home turns out to be a vampire, a creature Reed had considered a myth.

Now a vampire himself, but with the unique ability to walk in sunlight, Reed struggles in the dark underworld he didn’t even know existed. His only two allies in his fight to stay alive are his reluctant mentor, Nathaniel, a vampire with over two hundred years’ worth of emotional baggage, and Sarah, a rookie cop with a secret ability of her own.

Together, Reed and his companions face a harrowing, cross-country journey before stumbling into a plot which could mean the end of everything for humans and vampires alike.
   

Lisa Justus' path to becoming an author took a circuitous route through the University of Waterloo where she earned a Bachelor of Mathematics, followed by jobs in quality assurance and technical writing at a high-tech company. With a keen interest in creative fiction, she wrote her first fantasy novel as part of NaNoWriMo as well as an early chapter book for her kids when they were younger.  Her YA paranormal fantasy novel Welcome to the Darkness is the first book in the Darkness Trilogy.


These days Lisa is busy writing her fourth novel, reading, finishing her basement, doing volunteer work, and trying to stay in shape by running somewhat regularly. She, her husband, and their three children live in Ottawa, Ontario.




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I awoke with a gasp. “What the . . . ?”
 I was on a hardwood floor in a normal-looking living room. It was still dark outside, and there were two men standing on either side of a closed door to my right: a tall black guy and a thin guy with a big beard. They barely spared me a glance, and I shook my head to orient myself.
“You’re awake,” a voice said. I whipped my head to my left to find the source.
“You!” I snarled in disbelief. My memory returned in a flash. It was that thin, dark-haired jerk who’d slammed my head into the pavement. “I’m going to kill you!” There was a tingling in my gums again.
“I would not attempt to do so, if I were you,” Nathaniel calmly replied, his dark gaze boring into me. “I am over two hundred years old, and you are but a day old. Your strength could not possibly compare to my own. Any effort to attack me would be futile, not to mention there are two other vampires in this room who would come to my aid.”
The two men, okay, vampires, stood by the door. They were paying attention to me now.  I turned back to Nathaniel, swallowed my anger and the tingle in my gums subsided. I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest, and gave him a defiant look. “Fine. What do you want?”
“I mean you no harm, Reed,” Nathaniel said. “I am sorry for the method I used to bring you here, but there was no blood shed, and you experienced only a brief moment of pain. As you can see, you are fully healed, and we have arrived at the Queen’s residence without further incident.”
“This is the Queen’s house?” I asked. Not only did it seem like a perfectly ordinary house, from what I could see out the front window it looked like the house was in a very regular-looking, suburban neighborhood. “I was expecting more of a castle or something.”
“We prefer to maintain what you would call a ‘low profile.’ Inconspicuousness is imperative for our kind.” He paused, maybe to assure himself I had my anger in check. “It is time for me to present you to the Queen. You would be wise to treat her with utmost respect and the best manners you can muster. If you do not, more than your life will be forfeit. As you have seen, your body is capable of healing grievous injury, however, as long as you remain conscious, you will suffer pain. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, sure. Let’s get this over with then,” I said. I hoped I didn’t look as terrified as I felt.