“Cosmoflux” Roundup post!

Cosmoflux has been out for a good week now, and strangely enough, I haven’t felt any sense of unease. I’ve felt unbridled happiness. This was a story I had a lot of fun writing, after all. I let myself loose while writing it, and took a (long) while to fine-tune the parts that needed it.

Unfortunately, today also marks the last day for Cosmoflux‘s introductory sales price of $2.99. From tomorrow onwards, it will be $3.99. So if you want to get it for $2.99, go to this page and get your copy today. By midnight, the price will be changed.

To everyone who’s shown support in some way shape or form since December, thank you once again.

EDIT 4/29/16 12:07 AM

Cosmoflux is now available for the regular price of $3.99.

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On the Horizon: Cosmoflux

Four months really do fly by.

In sixteen days, my second novel, Cosmoflux, will be on sale. This was a novel that I worked on right after Resonance, and even though it isn’t a sequel to my debut, it is a story that I had a lot of fun writing and polishing.

Here is a small summary:

Elias Riley has only one duty—guiding ships to the Vulfardisian land mass and city-state from the safety of his glass orb. He lives a life of solitude, never questioning. But that solitude ends when a ship comes spiraling through the Cosmic Bridge and crashes into his sphere.

The pilot is a battle priestess named Anya Solis, and the whirlwind of trouble that follows her is something Elias is not prepared to handle.

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From the Muse’s Bookshelf: “The Ocean at the End of the Lane” by Neil Gaiman

This post is a tad overdue.

So, a few weeks ago I was preparing to visit some family on the West Coast. Simplistic enough, right? Well, it meant that I also had to fly, which was something I’ve never done before.

To be honest, flying is something I’m not really afraid of—it fascinates me, actually. But it made me anxious. Really, really anxious. On our departure date, as I sat in that plane waiting for take off, I hurriedly pulled out a book; I figured it would help take my mind off of things. The book in question that I grasped in my hands as we took off and flew up into pale blue skies was Neil Gaiman’s “The Ocean at the End of the Lane,” and if I wasn’t staring out at the clouds every so often I think I would have finished it in the 4-hours-and-change that I spent in the skies.

 

“The Ocean at the End of the Lane” starts off with our narrator going back to his hometown for a funeral. After giving the eulogy, he drives along and finds himself at the Hempstock farm. At the duck pond in the back, his childhood memories wash over him, and he struggles to remember just what happened all those years ago when he was seven. Of all the things he experienced, one major occurrence plagues his mind the most:

What happened to his best friend, a girl named Lettie Hempstock?

What stuck out to me the most—and this is something I absolutely LOVED, by the way—was how reality and fantasy blurred. The reality of the situation is covered by the lens of what our narrator sees, and this also leads the reader to wonder just where the boundaries of reality and fantasy begin and end. As a whole, I loved the book from beginning to end, and I’m glad this was my introduction to Neil Gaiman’s work.

 

Now that it’s back on my shelf, I’m staring at the spine of another novel by Neil Gaiman: “Neverwhere.” But I have to finish off Haruki Murakami’s “Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World” first!

 

Well, it happened.

I think I’m getting my first winter cold.

My throat’s somewhat scratchy, and even though my hands are usually cold (“Cold hands, warm heart”?) my whole body is cold. So, now I’m bundled up and about to make a nice hot cup of tea. I love winter—it’s a beautiful season, and I like watching snow fall while I’m inside—but I hate getting sick in this season!

Well, at least I have a ton of books that I’ve yet to read?

 

From the Muse’s Bookshelf: “1Q84 (Book Three)” by Haruki Murakami + Final Thoughts

I finished off this three-part mega-novel last night at around 3 in the morning, and to be honest, I cannot fully describe how I felt upon finishing it. “Indescribable” seems like a good word to use, so I suppose I’ll use that word to sum up how I felt. Like usual, my thoughts on Book 3 will be spoiler-free, but my thoughts on the trilogy as a whole will contain spoilers, which will be behind a cut.

Now, to sum up the final book in the trilogy, things converged and intersected. Paths crossed. Aomame is literally on the run after completing her task, only to find out she is harboring something within her. Ushikawa is tailing her, so he can bring her back to Sakigake. And Tengo deals with more loss, only to gain something that he thought was truly gone after two decades.

These three individuals converge and meet, with plenty of near-misses. There were times when I was literally screaming at my copy of the book, wondering if the two main protagonists would meet at one point. And when they did meet, well, it didn’t go the way I expected. Not that that’s a bad thing, but I really had no idea where the story was taking me. As for the ending, it seemed open-ended. Some plot points didn’t have their ends tied up, but again, that’s not a bad thing.

Under the cut are my spoiler-filled thoughts on the novel itself, so if you’ve finished the book, click away. If not, you’ve been warned.

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Why Science-Fiction and Fantasy?

Why do I write stories centered around the science-fiction and fantasy genres?

 

The long and short of it is this: Both genres allow me to stretch my imagination. I base a lot of my works around one simple question,”What if?”. Science-fiction is indeed a wondrous genre, and as far back as I can remember, I believe it was Asimov’s “Fantastic Voyage” that first got me hooked. (I honestly need to find a copy of that book, also.) The fantasy genre, on the other hand, has stuck with me for much longer.

There’s something about fantasy that draws me in. Whether it’s the world in which the story takes place, the characters, or even the story, my imagination just soars. I like twisting realities, adding supernatural elements, etc, which, as I’ve said before, allows me to stretch my imagination. Combining fantasy with science-fiction results in near-limitless results.

Will I ever write stories in other genres?

That’s hard to say—after all, my limit is my imagination.