explore islands of mystery and adventure across the seven seas.
struggles for normalcy, but deadly automatons have other plans.
a stranger in the marketplace proves her past is more than just a fairy tale.
deadliest inhabitants will prevent these brothers from meting out justice to
their father’s murderers.
theft of her invention leads to discoveries money can’t buy.
death or his sanity, and the survival or extinction of his people.
three time-traveling scientists battling biomechanical creatures in the
Chester Morrison by Kin Law: Dodging her chaperone,
a debutante stumbles into adventure and romance at the World’s Fair.
wakes to find himself a captive of a sky-dwelling civilization.
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retelling of the Icarus myth titled “The Turtle That Got Too Close to the Sun.” She
has worked as a documentary film producer, a radio producer, and a college
professor. She now devotes herself to writing steampunk, fantasy, and science
fiction. Cowley’s short stories and essays have been published and won awards
in the Locutorium, the BYU Studies
Personal Essay Contest, the Meeting of the Myths, Four Centuries of Mormon
Stories, and the Mormon Lit Blitz. You can also read her stories online at katherinecowley.com.
steampunk fashion. She has lived in the United States, Brazil, and Finland, and
currently resides in Arizona with her husband and two daughters.
umbrella of speculative fiction. He is especially intrigued by how human beings
react to and interact with science, technology, and other magics.
with a long list of short stories and other works to his credit, he makes his
home in the splendor of the Utah mountains with his wife and best friend,
where he currently lives with his loving wife, three young children, a spoilt
cat, and an overactive imagination. An avid reader from a young age, he has
held a long-standing attraction for the written word and is excited to make his
own contributions to the vibrant and ever shifting world of storytelling.
Holding degrees in both Theatre Studies and Education, he is also currently
completing his Master of Arts (writing) through Swinburne University of
University with a degree in Purchasing and Logistics Management. She married
another Arizona native in 1991 and is now the stay-at-home mom of three
daughters and one son.
She has found that writing maintains a sense of order in her life. Her first
published story, “The Journey of Inspector Roux” appeared in Terra Mechanica: a
Steampunk Anthology (2014), another Xchyler publication.
research, and indexing obituaries. She is a member of the American Night Writers Association (ANWA).
misadventures of wacky kids like herself. Or so she thought. Unbeknownst to
them all, half of her characters were actually closeted elves, dwarves,
fairies, or some combination thereof. When it all came to light, Danielle did
the sensible thing: packed up and moved to Fantasy Land, where daily rent is
the low, low price of her heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, firstborn child,
sanity, and words; lots of them.
real-life Chicago area with the parents who home-schooled her and the two
little sisters who keep her humble. When she’s not living the highs and lows of
writing, publishing, and all that authorial jazz, she’s probably blogging about
it at EverOnWord.wordpress.com.
paranormal “Two Spoons” in Legends
and Lore, and “Reality As We Know It” in fantasy collection The Toll of Another Bell. Other
publications include Inspired (a novel), and a series of fairy-tale retelling mash-ups, The Wilderhark Tales.
had the opportunity to work with dead sauropods and ancient odonates while
acquiring her undergraduate degree in geology from Brigham Young University.
She hopes to study more dead things in the future and contribute to scientific
discussions about what makes life on Earth so amazing. In the meantime, she
explores the bright side of being human by writing dark fiction.
Oath: An Orc Love Story. Sarah’s short story “Peradventure”
appears in Xchyler Publishing’s Legends
and Lore: An Anthology of Mythic Proportions. Another short story,
“Driveless,” appears in Leading
Edge Magazine Issue #66. You can learn more about Sarah on her writing blog
child of two worlds. Originally from Hong Kong, he’s traveled both
geographically and socially, working in many professions including movie
projection and line cooking. He has degrees in Media and Culinary Arts, and a
great love of Philosophy. As for fiction, his favorite authors are Douglas
Adams, Hemmingway, and Chuck Pahlaniuk.
novelist career. He loves his fiancée, his cat Zoe, Scotch, bacon and coffee.
Addressing himself in the third person makes him chuckle.
mixture of technical and creative processes, whether building family, stories,
art, software, woodworking or anything else. He has dreams of becoming a
Renaissance man and loves to learn new things to add to his store of randomly
accessible information (otherwise known as irrelevant trivia). Writing is one
of his loves, inspired by having read most of his father’s extensive fantasy
and science fiction collection in his teen years.
to several books on computer graphics and game design, as well as publishing
fiction in multiple genres.
old enough to have moved out and back in. Together they have also raised three
nieces and a nephew, and are minions of their benevolent cat overlord.
the weird and the wonderful she can imagine. Some of it’s very weird, and the
odd bits and pieces are a bit wonderful. With a vivid imagination fuelled by a
near death experience at the age of three, there was really no other choice for
Gail than to write, something she’s been doing for as long as she can remember.
She’s tried not doing it, but it never works for long, her brain gets itchy if
she hasn’t written anything for a couple of days. Gail is English by birth, but
lives in Swansea, Wales, married a Welshman and they have two fantastic
children. They live with the world’s most imperious and demanding cat. An asset
management specialist by day, a freelance editor and keen writer of an evening
and weekend, she really needs to learn to sleep. To find out more see www.gailbwilliams.com
(pronounced Ing) was born in Hong Kong, where he spent most of his childhood
drawing monsters and robots, making his own elaborate cardboard toys, and
playing soccer. Ever since, he has been on the move between Hong Kong,
Vancouver, Chicago and New York. His travels have greatly influenced him,
allowing him to combine Eastern and Western cultures in his artwork.
artist and illustrator. After a sunny summer in Vancouver, and traveling to
London, and then to New York for an award show and exhibition, he is back in
his home of Hong Kong to continue his career.
Author’s Top Ten Favourites!!
Author Favorite Things
Please complete the following favorite things list:
– Quote :
In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and
been widely regarded as a bad move. – Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
– TV show:
Ohhh… I’m a bit of a TV junky and have a lot on my favourites list. Right now I’m really
hooked on Penny Dreadful and The Walking Dead.
– Comic book character
Eric Draven from James O’Barr’s The Crow. As good as the Brandon Lee film was, the original
graphic novel was utterly brilliant.
Again soooo many to choose from, but The Empire Strikes back probably has to take the
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
– Candy bar
Snickers – chocolate, caramel, nougat and peanuts is a powerful combination.
– Junk food
I’m a sucker for Mexican. Nothing beats a good pork burrito with extra guac.
– Place you visited
Dahab, a little resort town on the Red Sea in Egypt was phenomenal when my wife and I
visited in 2006. It saddens me no end that the hotel we stayed in was the target of a
terrorist bombing only a few weeks after we left.
Again in Dahab there was this beachside restaurant where we had fresh seafood served
right on the water’s edge.
I live not too far from Great Keppel Island, it’s been a few years since I took a trip out there,
I should probably look at doing it again soon (my wife’s is not good on boats though).
Damien had never seen the man before, but he knew the name well enough.
Bertram MacKenzie was the wealthiest land-owner and stock trader in the colony of New
Harfolk, a man with considerable resources and even greater influence. Yet, what he already possessed in abundance never seemed to temper his appetite for more, whether it be land, money or power. It was said he even had his eyes firmly set on the governorship, a posting he already seemed to hold in all else but title. The current governor, a doddering old fool more concerned with chasing his maidservants around than governing in the queen’s name, often left the more serious decision making to MacKenzie anyway.
“I’m here about my offer, O’Keele.” MacKenzie unbuttoned his coat and revealed the
revolver strapped to his hip. Meanwhile, MacKenzie’s driver, a young man with a shock of red hair and a port-wine birthmark covering the left side of his face, stepped down from the mechanised carriage with a shotgun slung over his shoulder.
Damien’s pa barely reacted to the visitors’ none-too-subtle attempts at intimidation,
but the growling of his faithful dog intensified even further. “Thought I made myself clear. I’m not interested in your money.”
“I think you misunderstand the purpose of my visit, O’Keele. My offer is no longer on
the table. The governor himself has taken an interest in this . . . dirt pile you call a farm. I have been tasked by him to inform you that, by the authority of Her Majesty the Queen, this land has now been forcibly reclaimed in the interests of the Crown.”
“Like hell,” Damien’s father spat.
“I’m perfectly serious, O’Keele. I’m here at the governor’s behest to see that you, as
the land’s former occupant, are duly informed and appropriately compensated.” Reaching into his coat, MacKenzie retrieved a small leather coin purse and tossed it to the ground before him. “That should more than cover it.”
Not bothering to retrieve the pouch, Damien’s old man merely kicked it over with his
toe. A small handful of silver and copper coins spilled out onto the dirt. “Seems a little light. What if I’m not interested?”
“You seem to think you actually have a choice in the matter.” MacKenzie nodded to
his redheaded companion, who in turn trained his weapon on Damien’s father.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Pa warned. Sensing the danger the red-haired man
presented to his master, Bailey broke from his place and launched for his throat. Knocked to the ground, MacKenzie’s driver struggled to keep the dog’s snarling teeth from tearing the nose clean off his face.