Friday, June 10, 2016
Leader Accessories 2 Front Car Seat Covers Grey
Great seat covers. Very comfortable to sit on, and trust me I set on one for lots of hours during our trip from Florida to Pennsylvania. The covers fit nicely to the seat and did not slide around or bunch up. The only problem I had with installing them was that the top part where the headrest fits onto the seat. There were 2 small holes where you slide the headrest through. Our headrests in our 2015 Dodge Journey did not slide out so I had to put a slit between the 2 holes and slide the cover over the headrest. I pinned it back together and it works great. I need to stitch the whole together just haven't taken the time yet to do that.
I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.
Anji Naturals 3 tiered essential oil box
I have a few different boxes for storing all of my essential oils in but this is my favorite hands down. I just love the beauty of this box. It is a 3 tiered box. The top section opens to 2 tiers. The top tier holds 15 bottles up to 15ml, the 2nd tier holds 25 bottles up to 15ml. There is a drawer that opens from the front and it will hold up to 16 of the roller bottles. There are dividers in each tier and the dividers can be removed. The box is natural wood so you can paint it, stain it, or personalize it any way you want it. This really is a very beautiful box. The box measures 9 inches wide by 9 inches thick by 10 inches tall.
I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.
Thursday, June 9, 2016
VBT: Song of the Oceanides by J.G. Zymbalist
Song of the Oceanides
by J.G. Zymbalist
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GENRE: YA Fantasy
BLURB:
Song of the Oceanides is a highly-experimental triple narrative transgenre fantasy that combines elements of historical fiction, YA, myth and fairy tale, science fiction, paranormal romance, and more. For ages 10-110.
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Excerpt One:
Blue Hill, Maine.
3 August, 1903.
From the moment Emmylou heard the song of the Oceanides, she recognized something godly in the tune. As it resounded all across the desolate shoreline of Blue Hill Bay, she recalled the terrible chorus mysticus ringing all throughout that extinct Martian volcano the day her father went missing down in the magma chamber.
Aunt Belphœbe followed along, guiding Maygene through the sands. “Why don’t you go play in that shipwreck over there?” Aunt Belphœbe pointed toward a fishing schooner run aground some fifty yards to the south.
When Maygene raced off, Emmylou refused to follow. By now the chorus of song tormented her so much that an ache had awoken all throughout her clubfoot. Before long she dropped her walking stick and fell to the earth. Closing her eyes, she dug both her hands into the sands and lost herself in memories of the volcano. How could Father be gone? Though he had often alluded to the perils of Martian vulcanology, she never imagined that someone so good and so wise could go missing.
The song of the Oceanides grew a little bit louder and increasingly dissonant.
Opening her eyes, Emmylou listened very closely. The song sounded like the stuff of incantation, witchcraft. And even though she could not comprehend every word, nevertheless she felt certain that the Oceanides meant to cast a spell upon some unfortunate soul.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
J.G. Źymbalist began writing Song of the Oceanides as a child when his family summered in Castine, Maine where they rented out Robert Lowell’s house.
The author returned to the piece while working for the Martha’s Vineyard Historical Society, May-September, 2005. He completed the full draft in Ellsworth, Maine later that year.
For more information, please see http://jgzymbalist.com
NOTE: The book is for now.
LINKS:
Interview with J G Zymbalist
Do you ever wish you were someone else? Who?
I wish I were a fisherman who lived peaceably on the ocean and had no compulsion to write whatsoever; for once I would have true peace of mind. Even if I didn’t have a wife, I’d at least have a cat and lots of cat toys strewn about the otherwise empty house. It would also be nice to have coffee every morning out on the beach. Hopefully there would be a conveniently-sized piece of driftwood in lieu of a country chair.
What did you do on your last birthday?
Nothing special. I work pretty much every day; I’m always in the page. Time ceases to have meaning; therefore my own process of growing old ceases to have meaning.
What part of the writing process do you dread?
The redrafting. Anyone can write a rough draft, but to redraft over and over is the stuff of proper writing. At the same time, one must work with a professional editor and truly think about all of his or her suggestions and edits. Some of the time, it’s difficult to understand the comment. At that point, I find myself playing email tag with the editor trying to figure out what this or that cryptic reference means. That can be mildly stressful.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
No! All my life, I’ve been the opposite. I hear a word, and it instantaneously triggers some sort of idea for a bit of dialogue or an extra detail pertaining to something in a setting for this or that work in progress. It’s a little bit like the problem the composer Robert Schumann had. He would hear things in nature and immediately get an idea for a melody. In the end, he could not bear it any longer and had to drown himself in the Rhine to put himself out of his misery. At least that’s how the legend goes.
Tell us about your latest release.
Here’s the spiel I usually tell people: Song of the Oceanides is a quirky but poignant coming-of-age tale about children, Martians, freaky Martian hummingbird moths, and alluring sea nymphs.
The first thread relates the suspenseful tale of a Martian girl, Emmylou, stranded in Maine where she is relentlessly pursued by the Pinkerton Detective Agency’s Extraterrestrial-Enigma Service. The second thread concerns her favorite Earthling comic-book artist, Giacomo Venable, and all his misadventures and failed romances. The final thread deals with a tragic young lad, Rory Slocum, who, like Emmylou, loves Giacomo’s comic books and sees them as a refuge from the sea nymphs or Oceanides incessantly taunting and tormenting him.
After that basic spiel, I usually end this way: As much as anything, the triple narrative serves to show how art may bring together disparate pariahs and misfits—and give them a fulcrum for friendship and sense of communal belonging in a cruel world.
By now that preceding blurb is pretty much etched into my brain. I don’t even have to copy/paste it into an email or whatever; I can type the blurb at will and pretty much not make any mistakes other than a typo here or there.
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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION
One randomly chosen winner via rafflecopter will win a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card.
Book Blast for City of Hope and Ruin by Kit Campbell & Siri Paulson
City
of Hope and Ruin
by
Kit Campbell and Siri Paulson
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GENRE:
Fantasy (with LGBTQ romance)
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BLURB:
Every
night the monsters hunt.
A city that is the whole world: Theosophy and her companions in the City militia do their best to protect the civilians from the monsters, but they keep crawling from the Rift and there’s nowhere to run. Theosophy knows she’ll die fighting. It’s the best kind of death she’s seen, and at least she can save lives in the meantime.
They say the Scarred carve you up while you’re still alive.
A village in the shadow of a forest: Refugees from the border whisper about the oncoming Scarred, but Briony can’t convince her brother to relocate his children to safety. Briony will do anything to protect them. She owes them that much, even if it means turning to forbidden magic.
When Theosophy and Briony accidentally make contact across the boundaries of their worlds, they realize that solutions might finally be within reach. A world beyond the City would give Theosophy’s people an escape, and the City’s warriors could help Briony protect her family from the Scarred. Each woman sees in the other a strength she lacks—and maybe something more.
All they need to do is find a way across the dimensions to each other before their enemies close in.
A city that is the whole world: Theosophy and her companions in the City militia do their best to protect the civilians from the monsters, but they keep crawling from the Rift and there’s nowhere to run. Theosophy knows she’ll die fighting. It’s the best kind of death she’s seen, and at least she can save lives in the meantime.
They say the Scarred carve you up while you’re still alive.
A village in the shadow of a forest: Refugees from the border whisper about the oncoming Scarred, but Briony can’t convince her brother to relocate his children to safety. Briony will do anything to protect them. She owes them that much, even if it means turning to forbidden magic.
When Theosophy and Briony accidentally make contact across the boundaries of their worlds, they realize that solutions might finally be within reach. A world beyond the City would give Theosophy’s people an escape, and the City’s warriors could help Briony protect her family from the Scarred. Each woman sees in the other a strength she lacks—and maybe something more.
All they need to do is find a way across the dimensions to each other before their enemies close in.
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Excerpt
Two:
Briony
edged out from behind the tree, shuffling slowly backward, making
sure she hadn’t attracted anything’s attention. There was another
crack. She took refuge behind a sizeable bush as a large group of
something moved out of the dark and mist. Briony put one hand on Poes
to calm him and pulled him closer. Poes’s light coat sometimes made
him painfully obvious.
As the
group got closer, Briony could tell they were human. She narrowed her
eyes, keeping hold of Poes. People, this deep in the forest? Hardly
anyone came in here, especially not this deep. Her mother had made
sure she and Jael knew the forest’s ways, but their land backed up
to it and Briony needed it for her medicinal draughts. Most people in
Westenaedre avoided it unless absolutely necessary.
There
was something unnatural about their movements. As they got closer,
Briony could make out their features through the gathering dusk. Her
breath caught in her throat. People they were, yes, but their faces
were covered by some sort of horrific mask that hid their features
and gave them insect-like appearances. Tubes twisted from the masks
into metallic canisters on their backs. Now she could hear their
breathing as well, rough and much too loud. Every whispered tale from
the refugees flitted through her head. The Scarred. But they
shouldn’t—couldn’t—be here. They were still at the border.
What did
it mean that they weren’t?
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
It is a
little known fact that Kit was raised in the wild by a marauding gang
of octopuses. It wasn't until she was 25 that she was discovered by a
traveling National Geographic scientist and brought back to
civilization. This is sometimes apparent in the way that she attempts
to escape through tubes when startled.
Her
transition to normalcy has been slow, but scientists predict that she
will have mastered basics such as fork use sometime in the next year.
More complex skills, such as proper grocery store etiquette, may be
forever outside her reach.
Kit
can be found cavorting about the web at her blog
(http://landsquidattack.wordpress.com) or website
(http://kitcampbellbooks.com), on Pinterest
(https://www.pinterest.com/campbell1091/), and even occasionally on
Twitter
(http://www.twitter.com/KitCampbell).
Siri
Paulson writes all over the fantasy and science fiction spectrum,
including (so far) secondary-world fantasy, urban fantasy, steampunk,
Gothic, historical paranormal, and YA with spaceships. She is also
the chief editor at Turtleduck Press (http://turtleduckpress.com/).
Siri grew up in Alberta, Canada, but now lives in an old house in
Toronto. By day, she edits non-fiction for the government. Her other
current passion is contra dance, a social/folk dance done to live
Celtic and roots music. Her favourite places in the world are the
Canadian Rocky Mountains and a little valley in Norway.
Siri's
short fiction and the anthologies she has edited can be found on
Turtleduck Press, at
http://turtleduckpress.com/wordpress/2010/11/30/who-is-siri-paulson/
. She blogs at https://siripaulson.wordpress.com/ and
tweets at http://twitter.com/Siri_Paulson.
The
book is on sale for $0.99 on Kindle or Nook the day of the tour.
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GIVEAWAY
INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE
The
authors will be awarding a $50 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn
winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
BS® Brown Handmade Beaded Feather Dream Catcher
This is a very nice dream catcher. In my bedroom we have one wall that is decorated with Native American items. This dream catcher fits in perfectly not only with the motif but also the color scheme. The room is done in shades of brown, blacks, grays, and burgundy. This is a 2 tiered dream catcher. There is a larger circle of about 4 1/3 inches and a smaller one of about 2 inches handing below. The dream catcher is decorated with hanging feathers and bead work. I love that it is handmade. The knots in the center are perfect and it looks really great in my bedroom.
I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.
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