Thursday, November 30, 2017

Max Kahl ~ presents ~ The King of Eiselorn: Elwendur (Book One)

TITLE: “The King of Eiselorn: Elwendur (Book One)
RELEASE DATE: June 10, 2017
AUTHOR: Max Kahl
CATEGORIES: High Fantasy/Epic Fantasy
ISBN: 978-1544887098 1544887094
IMPRINT: Chimera


KEYWORDS: George R.R. Martin, J.R.R. Tolkien, Kingdom, Epic Fantasy, High Fantasy, Adventure, Battle War

A story of war, death, love, heroism, loyalty and lost values, in a world of constant struggle, unexpected treasons and a renewed hope despite uncertainty.

After the invasion of the Kingdom of the Mountain, an era of darkness hovered for years over the Continent of Imnavel. Only a few, decimated after decades of war, resisted the attacks.

But the Hordes of the East finally conquered the Elevated Mountain of Iver Osterith, last bastion of defence of the inhabitants of Imnavel. This last act forced the survivors to regroup in order to repel the invasions or perish forever.

New armies rose. New weapons were wielded. New steels were forged. Forests and lakes died. Even the Ancient heard once again the rumour of war - that old rumour which hadn’t been heard since the First Eras.

From then on, the Hermehrs waited for their revenge, one which would return to them their past and history, their ancient lands and their old songs of honourable kings and noble lords. Only one warrior could do that. And his name is reflected in old prophecies.

The Golden Eras and the Wise Eras had come to an end to give way to the Era of the Elwendur - the Migration of the Peoples.

Max Kahl was born on April 12th, 1976, in the city of Rosario, Argentine Republic. He is married and has two children. He is a German, English and Music teacher. At an early age, he developed a keen interest in the literature of novels, especially in historical novels. In his adolescence, his interest focused on the history of ancient European peoples and on renowned authors. Tacitus, Strabo, Sturluson, Borges, Goethe and all the historical and literary Germanic collection, such as the Nibelungenlied, the Runes or the Norse Eddas have been and continue being his genuine passion.

The King of Eiselorn, in its two parts - Elwendur and Iddinthad -, is his first epic fantasy novel. He intends to put to the test heroism, mysticism, lost values, the returning to the sources of Nature, family, loyalty and love, in a world where struggle is constant, pain is quotidian, treason is unexpected and hope is renewed despite uncertainty.


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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Loc Glin ~ guest post and her novel ~ The Curse of Winford Manor

Leslie Braddock feels responsible for her husband’s death. She is having trouble reentering the dating scene. Leslie travels back in time where she meets Sir James.

Sir James Winford is a three-time widower. He believes he is cursed, and is certain death to any woman he loves. He has vowed never to love again.

Emily, the ghost of Sir James's first wife has unfinished business, and still lingers at Winford Manor. She wants to see her husband happy, and she wants to bring her murderer to justice.

Rose has loved Sir James since childhood. She must live with the unspeakable things she has done trying to make James see her as more than a child. She believes she is close to achieving that goal when Leslie shows up.

Leslie and Sir James share the experience of losing a loved one. Will Leslie be the woman to break the curse? Or will she be just another victim.

Guest Post:

When I was writing The Curse of Winford Manor, I had the great pleasure of meeting the erotic romance author JC Szot. I asked her to look at something that I had written a number of years before. I must say that I thought the scene she was reading was hot and sexy. I was surprised to learn that, compared to what she wrote, it was more like mainstream romance.

I remember reading mainstream romance that I thought was steamy and hot. JC introduced me to erotic romance. There is a difference.

At the time I was bogged down (having a bit of writer's block) in the creation of The Curse of Winford Manor. So, hoping it would take my mind off of the problem, I decided to try my hand at erotic romance.

It did clear my block, and in addition to that, my first published novella, Anonymous, was created.  The Curse of Winford Manor  was completed and published shortly afterward.

Writing erotic romance was an interesting and rather embarrassing, as well as an eye-opening venture that I will not go into in this guest post.😉

If you like, time travel, curses and ghosts, The Curse of Winford Manor  is a story you will surely appreciate. It has a few twists and an ending that you will not see coming. I certainly didn’t when I was writing it. 

I hope you will take a closer look at it on my website. There, you can read the entire 1st chapter and you can take a look at the other, erotic romance, novellas that I have published. 


Leslie searched for the road that led to the Gypsy camp. What was I thinking? When Stephanie canceled I should have just stayed home. “There it is. It’s a wonder anyone can find it at all.” She turned onto the dirt road. It was getting difficult to see in the fading light. Her small car found every bump in the road. Finally, she thought as the camp came into view. The bonfire in the middle of the camp and the music gave the place a mysterious and exotic feel. Darkness had settled in for the night.

“Excuse me,” she said to a young boy running by. “Where can I find the fortune teller?”
The boy stopped and smiled, showing his missing front teeth. “She’s in the blue wagon with the stars and moons.” He pointed in its direction before he dashed away. She was glad he added the stars and moons, because there were three blue wagons, each wildly decorated. She parked the car and made her way to the wagon. The people around the camp fire glanced up and then went back to their conversation. The music never stopped. She reached up and hesitated a moment. Maybe she should go home. She felt sort of strange. Oh well, she was here. She pushed her reservations aside and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged woman in Gypsy garb, complete with kerchief around the head, jewelry, and bangles, answered. “Come in,” she said as she opened the door.

Leslie stepped up and entered a scene straight from the movies. Heavy curtains, beads, and ornate upholstery adorned the room. Two chairs and a table were in the center of the room. A crystal ball and a deck of tarot cards were placed off to the side on the table. Both sat patiently waiting for the fortune teller. Incense burned. Its fragrance added to the ambiance of the setting.

“Have a seat,” the woman said. Her hand made a graceful but exaggerated gesture toward the chair. “I am called Madam Galina. You are here to have your fortune told. Yes?”

“Yes,” Leslie said as she settled into the chair.

Madam Galina made a great show of rustling her skirt and clinking her bangles as she passed Leslie. She settled gracefully into her chair. She settled her skirt just so about her. “Let us get started. Give me your hands,” she ordered. Her thick accent added to the mysterious allure of the moment.

Leslie put her hands onto the table. Madam Galina took first one and then the other. She examined each carefully. She rubbed her thumb across Leslie’s open palm as if she were trying to clear away a smudge as she examined them. She squinted and frowned. It was a few minutes before she spoke. “You have had a loss in your life, and it makes you unhappy.”
It doesn’t take much to guess that. “Yes.”

“One moment while I consult my crystal,” she said as she moved her hands in circles over the crystal ball, now in the center of the table. Madam Galina’s rings caught the light and sparkled. Her bangles slid on her arms creating a rhythmless music all their own.
The music outside, Galina’s bangles clinking, it all felt so contrived. How could Stephanie believe any of this?

“My crystal ball is of no use. All I can see is fog, nothing beyond that.” Madam Galina wrinkled her brow. “Quite unusual and disturbing I must say.”

I bet.

“Maybe the cards can clear up the mystery. May I do a tarot card reading?” Madam Galina asked.


“Please shuffle the deck.” Frowning once again, she handed the cards to Leslie. Leslie shuffled the deck. “I’ve never seen fog in my crystal before. What could it mean?” she mumbled as Leslie handed the cards back to her. She then used a Tree of Life spread to read Leslie’s fortune.

* * * *

What can I tell this woman? Madam Galena thought as she looked at the cards. They point to no future, but not to death. Does that mean she’ll be in a coma? The cards about her past are clear. I can see the lost love. As for romance, a love will come into her life, and soon, but even that is strange. Leslie fidgeted in her seat, bringing Madam Galina’s attention back to her. “I am sorry it has taken me so long.”

“That’s okay,” Leslie said politely. Her face didn’t quite hide her agitation or her apprehension. “Stephanie said you were good. Maybe this is what she meant.”

“I am sorry if I have frightened you,” Galina apologized. “May I continue?”


“I see a man coming into your life.” That much was true. “I see a promotion at work or possibly a change in your job. I see a change of residence.” She saw these things, but they were jumbled, so she lied or guessed, depending on how you looked at it. “And I see car trouble.”

“Everyone has car trouble sooner or later,” Leslie whispered. “A tall, dark stranger?” Leslie asked sardonically.

“Actually, yes, I know it sounds cliché, but there will be a tall man entering your life very soon. I can tell you things about your past if you like. Some of the things I have mentioned may have already happened. The cards indicate they have, but also that they will. Your future is not clear enough for me to say.” At least that is the truth.

“No, no that’s enough. How much do I owe you?”

Madam Galina looked at the cards again. In all her years of reading fortunes, this was the first that truly puzzled her. “For that reading I cannot charge you. I usually receive more information from the cards. I am sorry.” She shook her head. She was puzzled and could only hope that no harm would come to the young woman sitting across from her.

“You’re not charging me?”

“Well, if you want me to...” she said as she stood.

“No, that’s quite all right,” Leslie put the strap of her purse over her shoulder as she rose from the seat and moved toward the exit. She opened the door. “Fog,” she said as she stepped outside.

Madam Galina gasped and put her hand to her chest.

“Thank you,” Leslie said. She carefully stepped down and out of the wagon.

“Be careful,” Madam Galina said. She made the sign of the cross, blessing herself, and said a silent prayer.

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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Warren Chazan ~ a character interview and his novel ~ The Waterhole

TITLE: The Waterhole
RELEASE DATE: April 10, 2017
AUTHOR: Warren Chazan
CATEGORIES: Science Fiction/Fantasy
ISBN: 978-1543044768
IMPRINT: Devil’s Tower


KEYWORDS: Alien, Physics, Parallel universe, Cataclysmic, Apocalyptic, frequency, decryption, thriller

Will our technology and quest for knowledge ultimately result in our destruction?

The year is 2051 and NASA, the US military and Australia have launched EMB, an incredible machine that can compress the fabric of space-time, providing us with previously unimaginable detail of the Big Bang and Janine Fuller, a pushy, headstrong anchor for CNNA has just been given the momentous story to break.

Following the launch, an alien internet signal is located coming through the wormhole in an electromagnetic region known as the “Waterhole”. Baffling NASA scientists, the source of the signal does not even appear to emanate from within the known boundaries of our universe.

Concurrent to this, animal migration patterns change, satellites malfunction and a reversal of the magnetic poles takes place. EMB is blamed, but despite official denial from General Smith, a brutal psychopath, with a frightening agenda of his own, Janine is unconvinced. In a world, where escalating mechanical failures, huge tidal surges and mass extinctions are becoming commonplace, Janine, using all resources known to her, goes into espionage mode in search of the truth.

What she discovers is a new reality more terrifying than she could possibly ever have imagined.


“Good Evening Professor Hart, and welcome to Hard Talk. Thank you so much for agreeing to this interview at such short notice. I’m sure you’d like to get back to Pasadena ASAP to continue your important work at JPL.”

“It’s good to be here Warren.”

“So Professor Hart, can you tell our audience where you learned to become such an expert decoder?”

“Now that’s a question that could take some time to answer.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, one could really say that I started when I was child.”

“A child?”

“Oh yes. Back in England where I grew up, Edgware of course, North London. I used to do the weekend crossword puzzles as well as all that other nonsense they use to print at the turn of the century. Sudoku was my forte. Mastered that at the age of 7.”

“What about professionally?”

“Professionally, I’d have to say that things really came together after school. I took linguistics at Oxford, then followed that up with a Phd in ancient languages. Loved hieroglyphics. It was while I was on an ancient dig in Sumatra, that I was approached by MI6 and then the CIA, and that’s when things really took off.”

“Do you regret having joined the CIA?”

“Dear god no. Best years of my life. Loved the experience, but all that came to a horrendous end when I lost my son Tom.”

“So sorry Prof. We don’t need to talk about it if you’d prefer not to.”

“No no. That’s quite alright Talking about my boy keeps him alive in my mind. When I look into my grandson’s eyes Ed, that being Toms son, I often find him hiding in there.”

“Your son’s death must have come as a tremendous shock to you. Do you blame anyone for it?”

“As a matter of fact I do. It’s no secret that General Denny Smith abandoned my boy in that Afghan camp. And I don’t care if he sees this either. That man doesn’t deserve to wear that uniform. He is a disgrace to his country, and to the human race as a whole.”

“Is it not true that after Steve Winslow discovered the alien signal, it was the general that contacted you in Scotland and persuaded you to come back to LA?”

“That’s only partly correct. The truth is that I was intrigued enough to want to come anyway. To have the chance to decode the signal from an alien race was something that one can only dream about in a decoder’s career.”

“How challenging was the signal to decode?”

“Well, on a scale of 1 top 10, I would have to say a 10. “

“Why’s that?”

“Well simply because we had absolutely no reference for it. No Rosetta stone so to speak. We had to create our own. I wasn’t even sure if these creatures thought the way we did. For all I knew they could have thought in colours instead of words.”
“Interesting concept.”

“Yes it is.”

“Say Professor, you look kind of twitchy. Are you okay? A glass of water perhaps?”

“No, No. I am fine, but if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to get going now. I could certainly do with a stiff drink. It’s been one hell of a day.”

“Of course Professor. Thanks you and good luck with the ongoing decryption. The world eagerly awaits this incredible knowledge that we are certain to learn from this alien race.”

“Goodnight Warren.”


My name is Warren Chazan. I was born and raised in South Africa, emigrating to Sydney, Australia in 2005, where I obtained my qualification as an anesthetist. I am very fortunate to live in a beautiful beachside town called Terrigal. I took to writing late in life, when I decided about eight years ago that although medicine was a good career choice, it was not where my ultimate passion lay. It was then that I began to write, submerging myself in creative writing courses, workshops, seminars and fairs. The “Waterhole” is my debut novel that blends together three of my pet interests; astronomy, the possibility that we are not alone in the universe, and humanity’s quest for knowledge (which could ultimately be used for both good and evil).

I hope that with this novel, readers will enjoy what I’ve written, just as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Being an amateur astronomer myself, and the proud owner of a 9.25 inch Cassegrain telescope, I have tried as much as possible to remain true to real Science, while still trying to capture the attention of the average reader, who is simply seeking a fast paced story that they can immerse themselves in and escape the reality of life for a while.

I am now working on my second novel, "Lucifer's Pill,"(a medical thriller) which is in the final stages of editing. I hope to publish this in the near future.



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