Weekly Photo Challenge: Cover Art

This week’s Photo Challenge my lovelies is Cover Art, which I actually hoped it would be considering I just made a book cover for my NaNo and WIP novel: Prophecy! The ironic thing though, is that they actually set this as the challenge (my random hope) on a weekend when I wouldn’t have a way to make a new post (it was a bestie weekend and making blog posts on my phone is just a nightmare lol)! So it’s a bit late to the game but here it is nonetheless ūüėÄ

Prophecy

I’d like to point out that when I get published it will be as Tara Ashlee, but until that point, Tara Studivant it is ūüėÄ

I found the image on a free stock image website.

 

NaNoWriMo and Prophecy

Hello my lovelies, I hope you are all having¬†a lovely relaxed (or adventurous) Sunday morning. Mine’s been rather productive, which is odd for a Sunday¬†lol, but ¬†I’m so excited to let y’all know I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year! Yep, thanks to Jamie over at the amazing blog:¬†Through Two Blue Eyes, I felt like this is the year to have a little frenzied/chaotic/writing fun. And what better way to accomplish that AND knock out the rest of my current WIP Prophecy!

Image From Google. All Rights Belong To Artist.

Image From Google. All Rights Belong To Artist.

Sigh, I really must get my excitement under control (or maybe November just needs to hurry up and get here already?). I signed up a little over a week ago and spent this morning filling out all the Author Bio and Current Novel sections and now I guess I just wait and maniacally patiently countdown the days to the first of November. Sigh…

Image From Google.

Image From Google.

One thing I did notice this morning though¬†was my total lack of NaNo forum experience and how I have no idea if I come across as a total creeper or not. Seriously, I’m not a forum person, I have no idea how the whole thing is conducted and how you supposedly meet new writing buddies, I mean, do you message someone because you think they sound cool (which I did so we’ll see how that turns out) or do you just read the new comments twenty-four/seven hoping someone responds to your random comment that way? It’s a bit of an online social nightmare and I’m somewhat worried I’m going to come across like the one person no-one wants to talk to lol! But oh well, this is my NaNo year dammit so prepare yourselves for awkward Forum conversations and/or messages until I get my bearings!

Um...Hi!

Um…Hi!

That all being said my lovelies are any of you participating in NaNoWriMo this year? Do you have any advice for a completely well-meaning but slightly awkward ¬†novice? Are you seeking a new writing buddy¬†with my particular brand of hilarity, charm, and complete lack of¬†forum¬†know-how? Let me know! ūüėÄ

A Taste Of Prophecy…

Here’s a little taste of my current WIP Prophecy!

He’d never seen her touch a sword. In all of these practice sessions she seemed to live for, she not once reached for a blade — or weapon of any kind now that he thought about it. Not that she needed one, her entire body — lent added strength from her half-vampyre¬†heritage — was an effective weapon on its own. He still sported the array of colorful bruises where her iron-like hand had struck days ago. But still, he mused, tapping a sun-bronzed finger to his lips thoughtfully. Still

It wasn’t as though she didn’t know how to wield one. Her every move, so graceful, so controlled and powerful,¬†belied the swordswoman inside. So why pretend otherwise? Was this what she was hiding from, or perhaps at least part of it?

With his heart thrumming inside his chest he watched Kalisada, bored with her opponent, wrestle the large man to the ground, pinning him easily. A proud smile stretched across her beautiful mouth as the sun glinted off her pale, rosy face. She stood, holding out one hand to the man dusting dirt and grass off his face and clothes, and her laugh poured out, bright and happy the way it did only when she forgot herself. Seeing her this way, he hesitated, but curiosity clawed and itched beneath his skin

“Who’s next?” Kali demanded, still playful, still bright.

Mordred moved before he could stop himself. “I am,” he called, making his way through the throng of people gathered outside the practice pitch. Some snickered as he passed, others watched with frank admiration, but he had eyes for no one but her. The sun struck her dark brown hair, throwing a halo of golden light around her and he couldn’t help but find it odd to see his Silver Girl cast in gold. The yellow warmth was harsh, making the fading sunlight garish¬†in her moonlit presence. Humor and recklessness brightened the iridescent flecks of green in her amber eyes as she appraised him with a good-natured smirk.

“Are you sure?” Kali grinned, nodding at his shoulder where his loose blue tunic hid the mosaic of bluish-black marks. “Can you handle it?” she teased.

He grinned, despite¬†the cackling around him and shrugged. “We’ll see.” The buzz around them doubled as men began placing their bets, and was loud enough to drown out the warning ringing¬†inside Mordred’s mind. The heat of the sun-warmed leather-covered hilt felt right in his hand as he plucked it from a stack near the gate ans tossed it high to Kalisada.

“But this time we do it my way,” he grinned, waiting for her to reach out and snatch up the sword before it hit the ground. She didn’t.

The sword fell heavy in the grass by her feet and for a moment he couldn’t take his eyes off it. An icy silence filled the air, stilling the moment until he lifted his gaze. She stood frozen, panting, her eyes wide and panicked as she stared at the blade. She blanched a sickening shade beneath her already pale skin and for a moment he feared she’d be sick where she stood. But when she finally looked up, a thin veneer of control settled over her features and only a slight shaking of her fingers betrayed her as she calmly brushed past him without a word and made for her grandparents’ home. Mordred turned, his eyes following her, as did everyone else, locked in a stunned silence until a roar split the air behind them.

“You filthy son of a whore!” Treyen¬†bellowed, his face dark and contorted with hate as he all but flew to the practice pitch. A few brave men stepped in the vampyre path to slow their prince’s¬†progress but he barreled through them, careless of their pleas to wait, to hear, to think before he did something unforgivable. Only the swift arrival of the king’s guard halted Treyen a few feet from Mordred’s stunned self. The prince strained to get past, but the guards held firm. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”

“I…I’m sorry, I just…” Mordred fumbled, guilt plowed into him, souring his stomach and nearly knocked him to his knees. What had he done?! The realization nearly choked him: the ease between then, their friendship, that strange warmth…it was ruined, just as he ruined everything. The world tilted sickening.

“Why are you still here?!” Treyen spat, no longer fighting for freedom, but dangerously still. “Why are you still here?!”

Image From Google.

Image From Google.

A Taste Of Prophecy…

Here’s a little taste of my current WIP Prophecy!

He’d never seen her touch a sword. In all of these practice sessions she seemed to live for, she not once reached for a blade — or weapon of any kind now that he thought about it. Not that she needed one, her entire body — lent added strength from her half-vampyre¬†heritage — was an effective weapon on its own. He still sported the array of colorful bruises where her iron-like hand had struck days ago. But still, he mused, tapping a sun-bronzed finger to his lips thoughtfully. Still

It wasn’t as though she didn’t know how to wield one. Her every move, so graceful, so controlled and powerful,¬†belied the swordswoman inside. So why pretend otherwise? Was this what she was hiding from, or perhaps at least part of it?

With his heart thrumming inside his chest he watched Kalisada, bored with her opponent, wrestle the large man to the ground, pinning him easily. A proud smile stretched across her beautiful mouth as the sun glinted off her pale, rosy face. She stood, holding out one hand to the man dusting dirt and grass off his face and clothes, and her laugh poured out, bright and happy the way it did only when she forgot herself. Seeing her this way, he hesitated, but curiosity clawed and itched beneath his skin

“Who’s next?” Kali demanded, still playful, still bright.

Mordred moved before he could stop himself. “I am,” he called, making his way through the throng of people gathered outside the practice pitch. Some snickered as he passed, others watched with frank admiration, but he had eyes for no one but her. The sun struck her dark brown hair, throwing a halo of golden light around her and he couldn’t help but find it odd to see his Silver Girl cast in gold. The yellow warmth was harsh, making the fading sunlight garish¬†in her moonlit presence. Humor and recklessness brightened the iridescent flecks of green in her amber eyes as she appraised him with a good-natured smirk.

“Are you sure?” Kali grinned, nodding at his shoulder where his loose blue tunic hid the mosaic of bluish-black marks. “Can you handle it?” she teased.

He grinned, despite¬†the cackling around him and shrugged. “We’ll see.” The buzz around them doubled as men began placing their bets, and was loud enough to drown out the warning ringing¬†inside Mordred’s mind. The heat of the sun-warmed leather-covered hilt felt right in his hand as he plucked it from a stack near the gate ans tossed it high to Kalisada.

“But this time we do it my way,” he grinned, waiting for her to reach out and snatch up the sword before it hit the ground. She didn’t.

The sword fell heavy in the grass by her feet and for a moment he couldn’t take his eyes off it. An icy silence filled the air, stilling the moment until he lifted his gaze. She stood frozen, panting, her eyes wide and panicked as she stared at the blade. She blanched a sickening shade beneath her already pale skin and for a moment he feared she’d be sick where she stood. But when she finally looked up, a thin veneer of control settled over her features and only a slight shaking of her fingers betrayed her as she calmly brushed past him without a word and made for her grandparents’ home. Mordred turned, his eyes following her, as did everyone else, locked in a stunned silence until a roar split the air behind them.

“You filthy son of a whore!” Treyen¬†bellowed, his face dark and contorted with hate as he all but flew to the practice pitch. A few brave men stepped in the vampyre path to slow their prince’s¬†progress but he barreled through them, careless of their pleas to wait, to hear, to think before he did something unforgivable. Only the swift arrival of the king’s guard halted Treyen a few feet from Mordred’s stunned self. The prince strained to get past, but the guards held firm. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”

“I…I’m sorry, I just…” Mordred fumbled, guilt plowed into him, souring his stomach and nearly knocked him to his knees. What had he done?! The realization nearly choked him: the ease between then, their friendship, that strange warmth…it was ruined, just as he ruined everything. The world tilted sickening.

“Why are you still here?!” Treyen spat, no longer fighting for freedom, but dangerously still. “Why are you still here?!”

Image From Google.

Image From Google.

Unsigned Letters: Volume 1 Letter 3

Dear —–

This is all your fault.

Can I never escape you?

 

You stare back at me with my own eyes

And I wonder…

How long have you known?

How long have I known?

 

I am what I hate…

I am what I fear…

And there is no escape.

—–

(Prophecy) WIP

*Prophecy is the sequel to my first novel Believe

Image From Google.All Rights Belong To The Artist

Image From Google.
All Rights Belong To The Artist

Unsigned Letters: Volume 1 Letter 3

Dear —–

This is all your fault.

Can I never escape you?

 

You stare back at me with my own eyes

And I wonder…

How long have you known?

How long have I known?

 

I am what I hate…

I am what I fear…

And there is no escape.

—–

(Prophecy) WIP

*Prophecy is the sequel to my first novel Believe

Image From Google.All Rights Belong To The Artist

Image From Google.
All Rights Belong To The Artist