Welcome to the first ever ALL ABOUT THE SPONSORS BLOG HOP!  These kind members of the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB (RRBC) donated their support during the 2017 Conference, in the way of gift card and Kindle e-book donations for our Gift Basket Raffle. They supported us and now we are showing our support of them by pushing their books.

We ask that you pick up a copy of the title listed and after reading it, leave a review.  There are several books on tour today, so please visit the HOP’S main page to follow along.

Also, for every comment that you leave along this tour, including on the HOP’S main page, your name will be entered into a drawing for an Amazon gift card to be awarded at the end of the tour!


Finding Billy Battles by Ron Yates

When a great-grandson inherits two aging trunks and a stack of meticulously detailed journals penned by his great-grandfather, he sets out to fulfill his great-grandfather’s last request: to tell the story of an incredible life replete with adventure, violence, and tragedy. The great-grandfather’s name is Billy Battles–a man often trapped and overwhelmed by circumstances beyond his control.

For much of his 100-year-long life Billy is a man missing and largely unknown to his descendants. His great-grandson is about to change that. As he works his way through the aging journals and the other possessions he finds in the battered trunks he uncovers the truth about his mysterious great-grandfather–a man whose deeds and misdeeds propelled him on an extraordinary and perilous journey from the untamed American West to the inscrutable Far East, Latin America and Europe.

As he flips through the pages of the handwritten journals he learns of Billy’s surprising connections to the Spanish-American War, French Indochina, and revolutions in Mexico and other Latin American countries. But most of all he learns that in finding Billy Battles he has also found a long lost and astonishing link to the past.

Ron Yates


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This blog hop sponsored by:  4WillsPublishing.


Welcome to “MOMENTS” by @Harmony_Kent #RRBC

Hello, bloggers & Happy Friday!!

I am thrilled to welcome the wonderful HARMONY KENT to my blog. Harmony is a super supportive member of RRBC and RWISA. Today, she is embarking on an exciting book blast! She is being promoted on several blogs today, in celebration of her new release – MOMENTS:  A COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES AND POEMS.

Now, let’s get down to business! Below is what you need to know about this author and her new book!

Kindle Cover Moments

Book Blurb:


Take a moment to delve into tales from the dark side, have fun with fantasy, dabble in dystopia, and court danger in a little science fiction.

These tales touch upon death, grieving, war, fresh starts, hope, courage, change, choices, and encouragement.

And then, after all that, you’ll find the poems.

From the lonely echoes of an empty house to the soaring heights of unexpected love and joy and learning to live as free as clouds and water.

For each of us, a moment encompasses a lifetime and, yet, passes in but the blink of an eye. In but a moment, everything can change. And in this very moment, life beckons in all its potentiality.

When the shadows fall, what will you do?

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Author Bio and Links:

Indie Author Harmony Kent is an award winning multi-genre author. Her publications include:

⦁ The Battle for Brisingamen (Fantasy Fiction) AIA approved
⦁ The Glade (Mystery/Thriller) AIA Approved/BRAG Medallion Honouree / New Apple Literary Awards Official Selection Honours 2015
⦁ Elemental Earth (YA Fantasy Fiction)
⦁ Polish Your Prose: Essential Editing Tips for Authors (Writing/Editing) New Apple Literary Awards Top Medallist Honours 2015
⦁ Finding Katie (Women’s Fiction)
⦁ Slices of Soul (Contemporary Poetry)
⦁ Interludes (Erotic Romance short stories)
⦁ Moments (Short Stories and Poetry)

As well as being an avid reader and writer, Harmony also offers editing, proof reading, manuscript appraisal, and beta reading services.  As well as reviewing and supporting her fellow indie authors, Harmony works hard to promote and protect high standards within the indie publishing arena.   She is always on the look out for talent and excellence, and will freely promote any authors or books who she feels have these attributes.

For all books available from her, check out her author pages at Amazon UK and Amazon US.

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4WillsPub Author Page
RWISA Author Page

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Thank you so much for visiting with us today! Please help continue in supporting Harmony during her big day! You can follow along by visiting her tour page of the 4WillsPublishing site.

Until next time…………Happy Reading & Reviewing!!!

Meet Linda Mims…

Hello, bloggers!

I am pleased to open my virtual doors today for another fab author & member of RRBC. Please welcome Linda Mims! Linda is off on a blog tour, beginning today, with 4WillsPublishing.

Even more exciting is there will be giveaways throughout her tour, so be sure to visit each stop… Share, comment, promote!

Introduction to The Neon Houses

The Neon Houses was politically motivated. It was a story that begged to be told, but told to who? The choice was whether to write for a Young Adult, New Adult, or Adult audience. While deciding, I wrote what I felt, and let the characters have their way. When it was mostly done, I found that, unbeknownst to me, my characters had been cursing and having a small amount of sex. Oh, my!

I reasoned that both might be okay because, if the teen pregnancy rate in America is any indication, I’d only be offending the publishers. I’d taught in public high school and the mouths on those kids could stand a good swathing out with soap. I didn’t worry about offending publishers because isn’t it a boon that indie writers don’t have to do that.

Still, I struggled with who this book was for until the very end. To stay true to myself and my message, those profane words uttered by my villain had to stay because they were authentic to his character. I went through and cleaned up his language as much as possible, and ran it past my beta readers. They all agreed that what was left wasn’t sensationalism.

Why did I do all that? I could’ve just written the darn book and called it a day. Yes, but it was important to me that young and old readers received the message I had tucked inside this paranormal mystery. It was a message that warned that whole societies will be lost due to poor education, no education, and failure to break generational curses of poverty, failure, and discontent.

In today’s world, politicians toss around blame for America’s ills. Most of the it lands on the parents and the children while very little lands on the lawmakers. However, cuts to education and social programs are made carelessly, and sometimes willy-nilly. Already, lawlessness, joblessness, and chaos are rearing their ugly heads. Certain children in America don’t expect to live until they reach 21 years of age, and people are moving on with their lives like this is okay. I’m moving on like this is okay!

The fictional world of The Neon Houses speaks to the aftermath of this decline. Not as the lecture that I’m sure this piece is sounding like, but as a story that is entertaining, somewhat humorous, and only a little biting. Gang Territory is not a dark portrayal of gloom and doom. It is what it is, and our heroine, Dr. Noel Kennedy is more concerned about the plight of Gang People than they are.

The story is mostly about murder, and it’s thoroughly enjoyable because people listen to hard truths when they’re being entertained.

Author Bio:



Linda Mims started creating tales in her head as a child. At age 12, she knew she was onto something when she sold a story to her grandmother for a quarter, but it was her dad’s more practical advice, to get a good education and find a real job, that she followed.

After retiring from her “real job” as an educator, Linda began her writing career as an indie author. The tale of The Neon Houses was born out of a careless comment that people had lost interest in reading. The joke was that decades from now we’d need to hold reading nights in neighborhood parks for citizens who wouldn’t be able to read.

Linda rolled that idea around in her head until it turned into a whole society of have-nots. Once the idea got rolling, she worked nonstop until she’d finished the first draft. Writing is now her real job!

Linda Mims resides in a small suburban town 30 miles outside of Chicago, IL where she likes to cook, garden, and blog, sometimes simultaneously. She is married to her long-time love, has two grown daughters and one bossy, bichon-pom, Alexis.




Dr. Noel Kennedy hears screams inside her head, but the screams aren’t hers. While preparing for her annual end-of-summer barbecue, Noel hears her young friend—twenty-year-old Zarah Fisher—screaming for her life. However Zarah is miles away!

Noel knows the exact moment Zarah takes her last breath because Noel has a secret! It’s a secret that not even her husband Richard knows.

As the Deputy Chief of Schools of Gang Territory, Noel has perfected her life. She is a solid, middle-class citizen from New Chicago, Incorporated. New Chicago and Gang Territory have become vastly different societies since the early Urban Wars. Now, year 2087 finds New Chicago’s military-trained police determined to enforce laws that keep “gang people” out.

Harlem Pierce, a New Chicago police detective, has been warned to stay away from this case and he urges Noel to let it go. But a new killing involves Noel’s younger cousin and her boyfriend and links Noel to it in a startling way.

Who can Noel draw on? Must she turn to Warren Simpson—the menacing, treacherous boss of Gang Territory? Or … could he be the killer?


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We so appreciate you stopping by today. Don’t forget to visit the other blog hosts during Linda’s 4WillsPublishing blog tour.

Until next time, lovelies…………Happy Reading & Reviewing!!!

Meet Tia Shurina…

Hello, bloggers!

I am beyond thrilled to welcome this awesome lady to my blog today. Tia Shurina is an author, an inspiration, a voice that needs to be heard. She’s a member of RRBC and I once had the pleasure of interviewing her on RAVE WAVES.

Today, Tia is embarking on an exciting journey, via blog tour, with 4WillsPublishing. And I’m fortunate to be a part of it!

So, as always, please enjoy today’s very special guest…

Thank you Marlena for hosting this first day of the Everything and a Happy Ending tour and generously giving up your personal space to help me share about & celebrate my own story. I’m grateful for so much kindness as I’ve stayed true to my intention to move from living a half happy life to an ALL-IN happiness, challenging as it has been sometimes to not re-turn in circle to my old ways of living…loving…& being…in the world. The esteemed Rave Reviews Book Club is part of that strong soulful circle now, & I want to start by saying thank you to Nonnie Jules for making a non-professional writer feel welcome as I have dared to move outside my very un-comfortable comfort zones. Each kind word, whether review, email, tweet or RT! has made a positive contribution as I stay committed to forward movement with my ordinary yet extraordinary story…& has helped me to keep the faith as I move as well.

Valentine’s Day is such a special day to honor love, in all its forms…& I’m thrilled to start the tour today by sharing an excerpt from my book. The day holds a bit of extra significance for me as you’ll read. It’s a part of Chapter 12, THE GREAT ESCAPE, subtitled, “the opposite of loneliness isn’t togetherness, it’s intimacy”. It’s from the 3rd section of a book about three important men who have surrounded me at different times in my life, the 3rd part of a powerful trio, a true trifecta of inter-connecting circles that took me on a round trip to intimacy…a journey of joy…& love… of a lifetime.

I send each of you my heartfelt gratitude for taking the time to read, as well as my warmest wishes for a day of LOVE today filled with “everything” that makes your hearts happy!

February 14th, 2011

While I waited, I had stuff I had to attend to as well. A life to live, that included the usual—kid stuff, boss stuff, “ex” stuff. The “e”x stuff I would be dealing with more at that point; he was about to move back in, so we could co-parent under one roof for a little while (or so I thought). Even though he was emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and physically my complete ex by that point, he was not my legal ex yet. I was a bit scared of what reconnecting might hold in store for us. We’d been moving along our journey to a new life since he’d moved out in October of 2009, but his dad’s death just over a year later slowed down the legal aspects. I knew it was a difficult time for him, and I wanted to allow him time to mourn his dad, remembering what those months after were like for me. It was a slow-down though, not a halting, I communicated kindly and honestly to him. He shared his fears about his future, and we talked about some solutions to ease those stresses. I agreed to allow him to turn my living room into his bedroom, since he needed a place now that his dad’s building was pushing him out. I knew it would be good for him, and our boys, to be close at that point. Financially, I didn’t have to make the gesture; my salary and his child support would have made my ends meet, but I knew Larry’s ability to meet that obligation would ripple out and affect his two boys in a not so positive way.

Physically and emotionally, it would be good for my boys and Larry to be close at such an important time, and I wanted to do that for him. It would also be good to heal some wounds between Larry and me. A lot of the time leading up to our split had been very stressful. We were both exhausted, and my boys had been witness to most of it. I thought would be good for my boys to witness our new friendship to balance it out.

I had a long internal discussion with myself and my dad at that point, to find my balance between being too kind and too dysfunctional—which was a line I had blurred often as I moved along my journey. I’d heard it often, “you’re too kind, Tia.” I felt a little anxious I might regress. The dynamics that become established in long-term relationships can be so very hard to shift, let alone break completely. I ultimately made my way to agree, my faith reassuring me it was all falling into place exactly as was meant to be, for all of us, each of us, and to trust, and go with the flow.

I had the strong feeling that, at a certain point, Emilio would take a hit from those who would try to take advantage of the perception that he was leaving his family, when the time was right and perfect for him to finally separate himself from the life that was unsatisfying to him. Some people would fan the flames of perceptions and assumptions, by focusing on the wife and kids with whom he had climbed to his fame and fortune. His wife had become sick along their way together, maybe even because of his climbing, who knows? The appearances could be fed, by those looking to feed them, that he was leaving one family for another, and it would not be good for anyone at all, nor would it be true. How I wished I could talk with him, to help him work through the fears, so that he could make the right and best choice for himself. I couldn’t, so I did what I could. I focused on my own choices. I realized I had an opportunity. I realized Emilio and I could make it clear, when it needed to be, that no one was leaving anyone for anybody. We would just be starting anew, together. He wouldn’t be leaving his kids any more than I would be leaving mine, by letting them stay in the home they would now share with Larry. Faith continued to guide me.

In my own grief after my dad’s death, when I’d sought one of my spiritual advisor’s insights to find my solace, V had helped me. She felt strongly my dad wanted me to keep the month of February in mind. It would be an important month for me as I moved along my new journey without him. Her words got filed away, buried under more real day-to-day life stuff. At times I’d allow myself to wonder, but I was reminded powerfully by the universe each time that this was meant to be a time in my life of letting go of the control. It was a time to hold open any potential that the universe might be trying to guide me to, rather than try to continue to steer my life. I let the worry and wonder fall away each time, as my life demanded.

On Valentine’s Day, I wound up in my lawyer’s office, signing off on our separation agreement. Rachel joked that it was a funny day to be doing that. I didn’t miss a beat, as I responded back I felt it was very appropriate, actually. I somehow knew there’d be an issue, but tried not to focus on it or give it any energy to feed on. Larry’s lawyer seemed intent on creating problems for us. It was not a hostile or contentious journey by that point—older kids, not a lot to fight over—yet every time Larry would talk with his lawyer, we would usually have an argument soon after. I’d been clear with my own lawyer, from the moment I sat down in her office, that I wanted the agreement to be as fair as it could be. I knew he was hurting in my truth that I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with him as my partner, and I had no desire or intention to make it any more difficult for him. I wouldn’t make it about money, since that had nothing to do with it. It was important to me to surround myself with a fair and loving energy as I headed into the experience with Larry, with no vibes of trying to take advantage of him, in any way. I wanted to be fair and kind to him. I couldn’t have looked at myself in the mirror in peace if I had taken any other stance. His lawyer found issues to cause more time, energy, and, of course, more money on, and I started to feel taken advantage of. The newest issue put me in meltdown mode, and I broke down. My own lawyer had told me more than once that she’d never seen such an un-vengeful ex as me. I simply wanted my freedom from him, nothing more. I had no desire nor intention to manipulate to get that freedom.

I had allowed myself to remember my dad’s message about the significance of the month of February. I’d already made some startling revelations about prior Februaries, and felt sure we’d be legally separated that February. After Valentine’s Day passed, and the days grew closer to month’s end, I grew distraught. It didn’t look like it was going to happen. I was disappointed, but had to let go of it. It was out of my control. As I let go, Larry stepped up to the plate, and got it worked out just perfectly. Larry knew nothing about my hopes for a February finalization; I hadn’t shared that with him, but somewhere, somehow, he knew. On the last day of February, I signed off.

I had an amazing rollercoaster of emotions that special day—happy, sad, hopeful, scared, contemplative, grateful, excited, but, most of all, peaceful. After I signed, I enjoyed a glass of champagne at the Blue Water Grill to celebrate. As I sat on that bar stool, I wanted desperately to share my news with Emilio. It wouldn’t leave my mind, or my heart that day, so I slept on it. The next day, I followed my feelings and my heart, not my fears and my head, and reached. I shared my firm belief that, when I was younger, I’d never have allowed myself to take credit for anything good in my life. I was only able to somehow feel responsible for the bad. I was feeling so grateful that I allowed myself to take credit for changing my life, and I thanked him and my dad for playing such important roles in helping me to do it. Who knew, when our paths re-crossed, that he was about to help me change my life, again? I shared that, even though it had been the most difficult and challenging time in my life, it had also been the happiest. “Weird and crazy, yet real and true for sure” were my exact words to him.

Everything and a Happy Ending, an award winning memoir published by Mascot Books, details the soulful shift of a story as Tia shares her holy grail & trail she took to transform her life. After moving through her own metamorphosis she then helped an old friend, Ray Romano, move through his own transition, going with the flow very privately, but most profoundly.

My journey almost destroyed me.” Almost. Boy, have I come to like that word. What a pleasurable word “almost” can be. You may almost be ready to buy my book. You may almost be ready to begin an exciting new journey of your own. You may almost be over that rainbow Judy Garland sings about. What great potential “almost” can hold if you can flip your way of thinking. Just imagine, controlled pessimism, doubt & fear flipped into blind optimism, faith & love.

That flip helped Tia move to a place where heaven meets earth…the pearly gates of her own happy ending. Changing the ending for her story brought a pure, precious peace of heart, but kicked her butt a bit as she made her way…committed to keeping her faith. The book was a plan C, maybe even D, but Tia was determined, after a dedicated intention & divine decision to start swimming more with the current of her life, instead of bucking that flow. Her ordinary, relatable story took an extraordinary, fantastical turn when she showed the Universe she was committed to her intention & her desire to be given an opportunity to make some new, different choices for herself. EAAHE is a memoir that shares the “how’d that happen?” & the “how’d she do that?” in a holy hope of helping others to see life in a new way.

EAAHE recounts 3 interconnected relationships & stories that enable Tia to love truly, deeply, & most of all, love herself. Three special circles she rounded with Ray, her dad, & her ex-husband. A woman’s full circle journey to learn how to really trust, how to “thine own self be true”, &then, the “real & true” love it led her ‘round back to. It shares how the power of love & a journey to intimacy helped her make a faithful flip which began a sacred circle and new chapter…one that would allow a different ending for a story she had begun writing for herself when she was much younger. One that Tia feels strongly will inspire other women of a certain age keep faith that it’s not too late to write a new ending for their own, as they embrace their history, not try to re-write it.

Tia is, most days, filled with joy. She is, every day, filled with peace. She looks forward to a happy ending each new day now, however it unfolds, whomever it holds, & whatever way the Universe molds, as she continues to create a new “happily ever after”, staying committed to rising above her fears, moving out of her comfort zones, & going with the flow of her life.



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I greatly appreciate you stopping by today. Please help me in continuing to support this incredible author. You can also support her other blog tour hosts by visiting the 4WillsPublishing site. Also, do yourself a tremendous favor and pick up a copy of her book today.

One final note… Tia will be having giveaways all this week. Make sure you support her with comments and shares for your chance to win!!

Until next time, lovelies……… Happy Reading & Reviewing!!!

Meet Jan Hawke…

Hello, fellow bloggers!!

I am VERY excited to welcome today’s guest to my blog… fellow RRBC Board Member, JAN HAWKE!! Jan is on an exciting blog tour this week with 4WillsPublishing and I am fortunate enough to be one of her hosts!  :)

Without further delay, allow me to present the fabulous Jan Hawke…

The Fantasy Freebooting Tour – Part 7

Messing with canon

Occasionally the community ran RPGs that included original characters from canon, and held ‘auditions’ for people to come and play heroic figures from the books. Competition was always fierce for this, simply because they hardly came up that often and who wouldn’t want to play a lifelong idol?

Best of all was when someone ran a quest game that let your usual character interact with Frodo, or Glorfindel who, in The Lord of the Rings had saved Aragorn and the hobbits from the Ringwraiths as they tried to get to Rivendell. For a bard like Jano, these were heaven-sent opportunities to roleplay with, or as, her heroes.

In one such quest game, she found herself paired with Glorfindel, one of the mightiest Elf-Lords ever, travelling south from Rivendell to Dol Amroth in Gondor. He was a big hero of hers, and she’d composed a short but emotive verse of his greatest deed, saving the survivors of Gondolin from a Balrog as they fled over the mountains.
Here’s her version of the single paragraph that was written of the encounter in The Silmarillion

They fell…

in glaring flame
and dark black smoke.
From the mountain
into the rocky vale.
The cost we paid
for freedom.
They fell…

It fell…
from the high crags,
its fire diminishing.
Damned to the depths
for its defiling
of the light.
He fell…
still golden bright
in glory and in pain.
Fighting for us.
The path made safe.
His life the price.
They fell…
into a legend
of betrayal
and deathly oaths.
His life for hope
of an escape
to destiny.
They fell.

That’s the homage to meagre canon, but in the quest game she had the good fortune to talk about this glorious battle and learn how it felt to have a fight to the death with a fire-demon. Talk about goose-bumps!

One night, early into the journey, as they camped under the stars on the northern border of Hollin, Jano had asked Fin (as he had asked her to address him) about something that had been troubling her a while. It was a little embarrassing for her, as she thought she may have offended him once in the Hall of Fire, as she sang of his famous battle with the Balrog. He had been very subdued when he had realised what she was about to perform, and had left the Hall soon after she finished. It had preyed on her mind for a while, and now they knew each other better she wished to put things right, if they needed to be.

“I was too bold perhaps, my friend… insensitive? Maybe I should have sung my piece another time and not in your presence? If I offended you in any way, then I am truly sorry for it.” 
Having screwed up her courage all day to ask this of him, she was therefore a little taken aback when Fin had burst out laughing.

“Oh Jano! I am sorry, my dear… your face!”  he managed with difficulty to control his mirth and address her earnest question with a serious reply.

“To be honest with you I was uncomfortable yes, but then I always am when I am so ‘honoured’. At the time though… your time… all I could think of was how grateful I was that yours was perhaps the shortest accolade I have ever received, and yet one of the most touching in its simplicity and directness.”

He looked at her face briefly, then swiftly looked away again when he started to chuckle once more, as she still looked a little stunned. Instead, he gazed into the fire and, his lips still twitching into a smile now and again, he tried to explain some more.

“But this has happened many times before to me, as I am sure you realised at the time – we caught each other’s eye remember – as you got up to sing, and I knew then what you would do… say. And you could not look at me, nor I at you after that.”

He sighed, no longer laughing at himself, or at her discomposure, but trying to think of a way to tell her that would not make her feel at fault, for the truth was complicated and truly, he did not think that Bards should not acclaim his great deed in his presence at all.

It is not embarrassment as such – I am past that. I just did what I did. For duty… and for love too I suppose? Have you ever been in a battle Jano? No, of course not – you are too young…”

“That is true Fin, but I have fought when my life was in danger, or to protect others. My step-father Aldred and all three of my foster brothers were warriors… cavalrymen in the service of Gondor, or of Rohan. Aldred taught all of us how to ride and to use a sword, and he used to tell us tales of the battles he had fought in – how sometimes a madness can take you into a place where you are no better than a beast, to slash and kill without compunction, or thought, or reason. No emotion except a rage to destroy whatever is in front of you…”  she hesitated a moment then went on “I have killed too… orcs… I lived in Ithilien close to the Ephel Duath for a long time before I came to Imladris. Once only I felt the madness Aldred spoke of, and… he was right. It was horrible, and when it was over… I was sick to my stomach and cried and cried…”

Her beautiful sea-blue eyes were wide and sad with the memory, and for a brief moment he wanted very much to comfort her with more than words, but he returned his gaze to the fire, nodding a little and spoke softly to her.

“Then you will not be surprised to know that is how it was for me on that day. In a way… your Aldred spoke the truth… it is a terrible thing to be that way in battle. You lose all control, all reason and act… instinctively. It is a primal defence I think, because for the time you are like that, you have no thought of danger to yourself, or even to others. All you are is someone else’s death… a raging killer.”

He kept his eyes on the flames, watching the writhing forms and remembering what little he could… the eyes blazing hate and darkness, the fiery whip, the pure white-hot evil that matched his own rage and abhorrence…

“Had I not been in that place where you become your own hatred… where you will tear and rend and destroy anything in your reach, I doubt I could have fought that creature, let alone kill it. I was a soldier, a seasoned warrior and it had never happened to me before. I was good, even great, and had never known true fear – I knew my craft well. Was always cool and competent. Yet as we fled the city I was terrified – we all were I think, for we had never before seen such destruction, or horror… and… the relief when Tuor and Idril led us away through the mountain.”  he paused, hardly aware she was listening now, wrapped up in the memory. “Then just as we thought we had won free, that… thing… was there, and for a moment there was shock and fear, and then… nothing except a desire… a need… greater than any hunger or lust. I wanted it gone – obliterated. And I really do not remember anything else after that, except the roaring heat and the smell of burning metal… cloth… flesh… then nothing at all, for so long.”

Jano could not shift her gaze from the pale, handsome face staring into the fire, lost in the memory of his own death, and knew this moment would stay with her for the rest of her days. She kept quiet and very still, knowing not to break the silence, yet wanting to reach out and touch his hands or his face. At last he turned his kind, grey-blue gaze back to her and smiled gently.

“So there is no need for you to feel bad, Jano. I do not remember it too well. All I did was my duty as a soldier, and as one of the chief servants of my Lord Turgon, who had already fallen to three of those horrors. Protected and fought for people I loved and honoured. And the rest was fated.”  his lips curled into another smile for the beautiful elleth, who was looking at him with compassion and understanding.

“What say you to a little night riding, Jano? I doubt either of us is going to rest tonight and Filigod and Asfaloth have eaten their fill… We have not pushed them too far today really.”

And that is the beauty of roleplay – it lets you roam around someone else’s head and work out why they’re doing something, or how they got to that place. Even if they’re not your own character, if you dig deep enough you find their heart and soul, and share in their victories, their joys and sorrows. For a writer, it’s never unrewarding if you want to really get under a character’s skin.



Siân Glírdan is the fusion persona of the elven roleplay character, Janowyn (Jano), High Bard of the River Kingdom and her ‘real world’ creator, author, Jan Hawke. Glírdan is the elven word for ‘songsmith’, and Siân is a Welsh variant of Jan (in case you were wondering!).

When it became obvious to Jan that Jano had a far better handle than she could ever have on writing in the fantasy genres, Siân was born, fully formed and raring to go.  A Freebooter’s Fantasy Almanac, which is basically the manual on how Jano was brought into being and developed, is Siân and Jano’s first official collaboration. They’re currently working hard on an epic future fantasy series, Tomes of the Havenlands, loosely based on the ancient Celtic world. The first volume should reach the shelves at the end of 2016.


A Freebooter’s Fantasy Almanac back blurb

This is poetry, wrapped in fantasy, within a memoir… Or, to put it another way, it’s a true tale that might well apply to many fantasy fans and gamers who can’t be bothered with keeping their realities separated from their more lurid imaginings.

In my case, this is a sort of ‘real’ cyberspace profiling, during a phase of my life when roleplay truly did need to be therapy, because what was happening around me for real was not what I wanted to participate in. So, buckle up your swash and prepare to witness a titanic battle played out on the field of sanity – where what happens in your head is the only truth that matters.

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