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Author Spotlight: Tesla’s Frequency by L. Woodswalker

 

Welcome to this week’s Friday Author Spotlight! Today I have L. Woodswalker returning with her science fiction novel, Tesla’s Frequency. If you missed her spotlight on Tesla’s Signal, you can read it here. She’ll be sharing an excerpt later, but first let’s get reacquainted.

L. Woodswalker is an electronic musician, graphic and visual artist, and DIY crafter. She has read and written science fiction for several decades. She is fascinated by the wonders of science, nature and the cosmos. If she is not creating something, she is usually outside hiking, listening to trees or watching thunderstorms.

 

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A new historical sci-fi epic by the author of ‘Tesla’s Signal’.

Electric Wizard Nikola Tesla gave power to the world. Now retired, he dreams of harnessing the energy of the Cosmos and ensuring world peace.

Yet ambitious men scheme to use his genius for their own ends.

A cult arises in a remote mountain town, heralding the arrival of the Space Queen. A mystical artifact emits a hypnotic frequency. The sinister Eagle Talon Brotherhood seeks to compel Nikola to build his Death Ray for them. Their aim: to join forces with Adolf Hitler and enslave the human race!

Who can stop them…except elderly Nikola, a mysterious orphan…and a white pigeon?

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Keep reading for an excerpt:

The Wizard stood up. “Stand back,” he commanded. His two friends did not need that warning. They fell back in awe and terror at his sudden fiery expression.

And then Niko stepped between the two oscillator columns of the Hurricane Machine and grabbed a terminal in each hand. And he forced out every bit of current he had in him. All of the life-energy he had acquired from the vast Energy Cascade in the 4th-d…he channeled it through his hands into the weather machine.

Lightning bolts flashed up and down his arms. Ike and Ophelia put their hands over their ears and cringed from the deafening thunder. His teeth clenched; his eyes bulged; his silver hair stood on end. The blanket around his shoulders rippled like a mythic aura as Niko became his own storm.

 

Author Spotlight: Flash Point (Elemental Trials, Book 2) by Ronelle Antoinette

Welcome to this week’s Friday Author Spotlight! Today I have Ronelle Antoinette returning with the second book in her Elemental Trials series, Flash Point. She’ll be sharing an excerpt from the book with us, but let’s get reacquainted with Ronelle first.

Ronelle Antoinette lives in western Colorado with her husband, two cats, and one dog-who-believes-he’s-a-person. While she is a mother to none, she’s an auntie to what should qualify as a small army. She is an admitted caffeine addict, chocoholic, and hopeless romantic who has carried on a passionate affair with the genre of fantasy since she was old enough to read ‘chapter books’. She dabbled in creative writing for many years and even considered it as a major in college. (She ended up getting a Bachelor’s degree in Counseling Psychology.)

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Scandal will shake foundations.

A night of careless passion leaves Battlemage Jex Xander and Adept Enari Alycon in a precarious position. Long-time lovers they might be, but the Imperial ambassador and the daughter of Egalion’s High Mage have rather public roles in the court—whether they wish it or not—and scandal couldn’t come at a worse time.

Treachery will tip balances.

When a hostile kingdom reluctantly agrees to parley, the fate of two-thousand years of peace is on the line. In the midst of negotiations, Enari becomes the target of one of the Greater Maelstrom. She and Jex must race against time to save her life and that of her unborn child. What happens when an earth-shattering secret, a demon bent on destruction, and a kingdom teetering on the brink of war collide is anyone’s guess.

Choices will have consequences.

The decisions of a few will determine the fate of many, and who or what will remain standing in the end is still uncertain. Hearts and lives are on the cusp of irrevocable change…and not necessarily for the better.

And secrets? Those will change everything.

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Keep reading for an excerpt:

He raised the shard, letting her examine it for a heartbeat or two, then used the blade to cut her palm and his own. Enari winced at the line of pain that blazed across her skin, biting back a hiss just in time to keep from breaking the mandate of silence. Jex pressed their weeping palms together and laced his fingers through hers.

She could almost taste her own dread now, bitter as a mouthful of lemon rind.

“Blood to blood and gift to gift,” Jex intoned, “I lend you my strength for the test ahead. I will hold the door so you may pass and may it be with joy that I close it after your return.” There was a hint of fear in his emerald eyes as he spoke the final words.

“Initiate, it is time for you to face The Pool and The Dweller below,” her father announced.

Sweat broke out across her forehead and the back of her neck as her eyes settled on The Pool.

Jex rose to his feet, fingers still twined with hers, and she balked, not wanting to go any nearer to that still and menacing water. He reached behind her and seized her belt, forcing her up and forward. His hand remained at the small of her back to hold her in place once they stood at the very lip of The Pool.

Her stomach knotted and a slithering nausea twisted its greasy fingers around her throat. She swallowed hard and tasted bile.

Jex put his mouth against her ear and began to speak.

“We have to lower you into the water. Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and don’t be afraid. It’ll be over before you know it.”

She turned to him, shaking her head. More than anything, she did not want to let that black water touch her. Blue eyes met green and she pled the only way she could.

His expression went flat and his voice hardened. “You asked me to serve as your Chosen. Let me do my duty.”

“Be silent!” the high mage barked.

Jex gave him a dirty look, but nodded once and the two men took hold of her, each putting a hand under one of her arms and grasping her hands in theirs. With agonizing slowness, they began to lower her.

The first shock of bitter cold stole her breath.

As the velvet of her robe became wet, it dragged on her and clung to her legs. She kicked, trying to free her feet but the heavy fabric stuck fast.

Before she was half-submerged, she started to tremble. The water felt just short of freezing solid and had a slimy quality that disgusted her.

Soon, only her head remained clear and Jex was crouching at her side, still gripping her bloody hand. His other settled on her hair.

“Deep breath, now,” he directed.

And before she could even think to scream, he jerked his hand free of hers and thrust her head beneath the surface.

Author Spotlight: My Shorts by Arthur M. Doweyko

Welcome to another Friday Author Spotlight! This week I have Arthur M. Doweyko returning with his science fiction and fantasy short story anthology, My Shorts. He’s going to share an excerpt from one of his short stories with us, but first, let’s get reacquainted.

Arthur has authored over 100 scientific papers, invented novel 3D drug design software, and shares the 2008 Thomas Alva Edison Patent Award for the discovery of Sprycel, a new anti-cancer drug. He writes science fiction and fantasy. His novels include Algorithm (2010 Royal Palm Literary Award, pub 2014, E-Lit), and As Wings Unfurl (Best Pre-Pub Sci-Fi RPLA 2014, pub 2016, Red Adept). He has published numerous award-winning short stories, including Honorable Mentions in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Competition. He teaches college chemistry and wanders the beaches when not jousting with aliens.

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Mind-blowing science fiction and fantasy short stories designed to make you rethink reality and your place in the universe. From first contact to thinking machines, from time-travel to the brutal realities of space travel, each story is finely crafted to set your teeth on edge and to grip your armchair. A policeman decides the fate of mankind when he unholsters his weapon during a first contact with aliens; Harry meets Harry in a time-travel attempt to save his wife; a little boy discovers he can’t lie; Andrew is the last human, a cyborg who must decide to be upgraded to fully artificial, or not. These and other thought-provoking tales await you in Arthur M. Doweyko’s collection of award-winning shorts.

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Keep reading for an excerpt from Little Snowy Mountains:

Dr. Armstrong Pearl reached down through loose gravel and shoved his hand beneath the fossilized remains of the sauropod’s tenth cervical vertebra. He felt something that shouldn’t be there. Sweat ran down along his temples, seeped into the gullies and rills of his weathered neck, and emptied into his khaki shirt front. His fingers traced the unmistakable outline of a human eye socket.

Each year, Armstrong volunteered a week of his time to a group of local Montana diggers—paleontologists who were in the midst of unearthing segments of a sixty-five million year old sauropod fossil. This year’s Little Snowy Mountains excavation was about to become sensational.

“Whatcha got there, Armstrong?”

He jerked his hand up. “Nothing. Just trying to get under this verterbra, Johansen.”

“Careful you don’t get stuck and make us dig you out.” Johansen chuckled at his remark. “We’re closin’ shop in a few minutes, so wrap things up.”

After the man wandered away, Armstrong reached down again—this time extending his fingers below the nasal bone. The skull could be the find of the century. Hominids weren’t supposed show up until ten million years after the dinosaurs died out. He clawed away some more debris, and winced as his hand wedged between rock and bone. His forefinger reached the smooth edges of an alveolar margin which preceded the upper teeth.

Johansen had gathered the rest of the group, and called out to him. With one last thrust Armstrong’s fingertip curled around a tooth, loosening it. Gravel sifted back into the hole as he pulled his arm out. He held the specimen up for a closer look. The dying light brought out the tooth’s details, and suddenly, the evening air turned icy cold. He held a human canine, and it sported a ceramic crown.

* * *

“Dr. Pearl, aren’t you off this week?”

“Hi, Sasha. Just a few things to straighten out before I head back out to the dig. How’s business?”

“The crew has things under control. By the way, happy birthday.”

Sixty years was nothing to be happy about.

“Right. See you in a few days.”

Armstrong founded the Pearl’s Pearls dental clinic in Billings a few years before. In the hallway, he held up an x-ray slide to a ceiling fixture, and the blood drained from his face.

“Everything okay?”

Armstrong threw a curt nod to one of his dental associates, Nolan, who had just walked into the building. He hurried out without saying a word. It wasn’t until he angled into his Hummer that he drew enough courage to inspect the slide again. The ceramic cap wasn’t unique, but the same could not be said of the root canal, which contained two lengths of fine wire. Armstrong’s tongue wandered over the inner surface of his uppers. He knew of only one case where a fine wire probe was broken twice—and that was his own canine. He rolled down his window for some air.

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