Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Mark Morrison ~ 2nd guest post and his novel ~ Two Spells



GUEST POST:
On the Grill
Q: Do you use your grill during the winter?
A: Of course. Any season is awesome!

Q: What is your favorite grilled food?
A: Chicken.

Q: Do you have a recipe you’d like to share? It doesn’t have to be for meat. Any picnic food will do. If you are vegan this is your time to shine. 
A: Hawaiian Burgers. My father taught me how to make them. He mixed hamburger meat with eggs, Italian bread crumbs and honey then made patties grilled them and topped then with a pineapple ring, American cheese and a black or green olive in the center hole.

Q: What kind of grill do you prefer? Propane, charcoal, other? Why?
A: Propane because it's the easiest, most reliable and I believe the food taste better.

Q: What is your favorite BBQ/picnic menu?
A: Meat, chips and soda pop.

Q: Who man’s the BBQ in your house? By that I mean ~ Who is the designated cook? I personally find it interesting that a man will not cook a “normal” dinner, but has no problem taking on grill responsibilities.
A: I am but in our home of 35 years, I do a lot of the cooking inside as well.

Q: How do you like your steak cooked? Rare, medium, well done? Is this a taste preference or a healthy choice? Personally, I prefer rare, damn the consequences! lol
A: Medium rare. And I love your answer better though.

Q: Do you dress for the grill? If you watch commercials the person at the grill has at least an apron and sometimes a chef’s hat on, what about you?
A: I dress for comfort only.

Q: Would you consider grilling in the nude dangerous?
A: If I'm the nude one it may be dangerous for the neighbor's mental stability.

Q: Do you have an interesting or funny BBQ/picnic story for us?
A: Yes. My family and my best friends were at Venice beach in Florida. My friend lit his BBQ grill that was sitting right next to the picnic table which had a paper tablecloth covering it and being held down by all the food for the day. Both families left for what we thought would be a short walk to let the charcoal get warmed up for lunch but completely forgot about it while getting caught up in a silly touristy shell hunting ritual. Needless to say with the not so gentle beach breeze blowing across the picnic table and paper not getting along so well with fire, we had a four alarm situation shortly into our now shortened stay at the beach that day. Two firetrucks and an admonishment from the Venice fire chief, we concluded the day laughing about what happened in a local Burger King.

BLURB:
TwoSpells is a magical tale about teenage twins, Sarah and Jon, who find out that they're heirs to an ancient, magical realm containing an enchanted library that can transport a reader to anywhere or anytime the author has written into a story. They soon realize that moving through the uncharted inner-sanctums of multidimensional worlds isn't the safest nor wisest of choices.

Both are emboldened with a wondrous mystical gift that no being has ever possessed. But fate intervenes pulling them into an evolving inter-dimensional war between their kind, Irregulars, and treacherous evil forces flowing from parallel universes looking to claim the library's unique magical enchantment as their own portal to besieging and conquering all realms outside their own.

The two must rescue their world from a phantom hybrid alien race controlled by a demented dark-wizard, Jeremy Sermack. They'll either assimilate or be exterminated.

Will they embrace their true identities as Irregulars and become the valiant saviours the prophets envisioned, or will they retreat to the perceived safety of their distant homeland populated with the Regulars?

EXCERPT:
THE FRONT DOOR LAY FLATTENED, hinges bent and twisted and the sliding bolt-lock contorted. The door jam was broken and splintered.

“What is this?” Grandpa roared, waving his walking stick at the mountainous intruders. “Which one of ya’ is gonna pay for all this?”

The dust settled and the two ominous figures stood just outside the doorway, the bright moon blazing behind them. Tattooed across their pale blue foreheads were the numbers thirty-seven and thirty-eight. Each was stuffed into a suit two sizes too small and busting at the seams, barely able to contain their hulking, muscular bodies. Black, wraparound sunglasses hid their eyes from view and Sarah could tell that something strange lay behind them. One muttered into a small microphone curled toward his lips and the other stared straight ahead.

Grandpa rolled up behind them. “Collectors!”

“Collectors?” Sarah whispered to Jon. He shrugged.

“You know why here,” Thirty-seven grunted, flipping one side of his jacket open and exposing a peculiar gold badge attached to his belt. It was a cluster of mechanical gears embedded with astrological symbols and a mechanical winged dragon clinging to a peculiar orbs.

“We do not!” Grandma shouted, leaning on her walker.

“Overdue book,” the other one boomed, holding out a six fingered hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about ya’ thug,” Grandma said, rolling her walker closer. “Who’s gonna fix me door?”

The Collectors muttered something in another language to one another.

“We haven’t even been ta’ the bloody library in years,” Grandpa argued. “Ya’ have that written in your records?”

Thirty-seven moved closer, his hand out again. “Special text overdue.”

Sarah and Jon eased backward a little. The tone of its voice sounded threatening.

BUY LINK:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079ZBBSPM


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