Moonborn is here. It’s in Kindle Unlimited and Amazon. I’m proud of this one, and the early reviews are excellent. I’ve already had a few readers pick out some DEEPLY hidden Easter Eggs (y’all are smart) and it’s been a fantastic week on twitter and across my social media in general.
Tonight, I set up at Utopiacon in Nashville, where I’ll be immersed in All Things Bookish for the next four days. I’m stoked. So many writers. So many readers. So many people giving away candy, and not the kind you get in creepy vans (writers love chocolate. and booze. and coffee.)
Blogger friends– come by for your gift. You make my job easier, and I’m thankful.
If you’re around the area, stop by- there are some seriously talented people at the event. I’ll have book candles, books, bookmarks, and as a special treat, I’ll be wearing pants.
We have somewhere between five and seventy cats. I don’t know the exact number, but it seems to fluctuate based on things like “holding a can of tuna” and “trying to write a book while using a laptop”.
Outwardly, I appear to be a dog person. We have five dogs. I love dogs. I talk to them in silly voices, or as a colleague when they appear to be listening. I run with them, nap with them, and have not gone to the bathroom by myself in nine years. (True Story)
But it’s my cats that really bring out the weird in me. Granted, I’m a writer, so that wasn’t exactly a difficult task.
(side note: every writer lives in fear of dying without clearing their web browser. we call it research, but in truth, it’s generally unhealthy fascinations with things as varied as skin conditions, hiding bodies, and why a tiger might only eat half of a person. stuff like that.)
So when we have yet another litter of rescued kittens, they begin to attach themselves to us like adorable parasitic floofs, worming their way into my daily routine with shocking speed. Naturally, I have my favorites, and naturally, some of the cats only tolerate me– after all, they’re cats. It’s what they do.
Which brings me to my recent conversation with my friend and book advisor, who is also a cat person and thus understands what life is like with miniature, disdainful lions who poop in proscribed locations throughout the house.
“Jess,” I said, not thinking that I might be weird, “I like to nibble my cat’s ears while he sits on my lap.”
There was no recriminating gasp or shock on her end of the phone call, merely, “OH MY GAHD I DO TOO.”
So, there’s at least two of us, thought I think other people will admit it once they know OTHER people are willing to come forward. It’s a circle of affirmation for Cat Nibblers, or whatever the inevitable meetings will be called.
And despite, the efforts of Sugar (he’s the white one, getting fed by my bride, The Cat Whisperer), I can now proudly announce that my tenth novel, Moonborn, is complete. I’ll share the cover soon, and more sample chapters as well.
Livvy Foster has a new heart, home, and a place in the powerful halls of House Windhook. The fall of Sliver was only the beginning of a civil war that sees angels from across the sky challenge each other to lead a world in which the past and the future are connected by a storm crafted from time, ambition, and power.
When House Selinus attempts to bend the light of days in order to become the supreme power in an apocalyptic future, they confront a goddess who is older than time itself– and she’ll stop at nothing to get the one soul who escaped her through the years: Livvy.
With deceit, war and love swirling in the clouds above a shattered world that was once Livvy’s home, she’ll be asked to do something a girl with a broken heart never thought possible.
Fight for Windhook. Fight for her world.
Take wing with Livvy, one heartbeat at a time.
Being a queen means not belonging to yourself, I think. After studying royalty for years, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s a job one should consider carefully before taking the crown.
Crowns are heavy, and they have a way of leaving the body with the head still attached. History is filled with the vain, stupid, greedy, and lustful regents who found themselves at the end of a sword. The wrong end.
But history is also filled with good, just, intelligent royals who also found themselves relegated to the past by violent means, often in a spectacular, horrid fashion.
I write this because I’ve been giving a lot of consideration to where Livvy, from my novel Heartborn, will go in the future.
It’s true that writers use our characters as voodoo dolls, making them endure the very worst that our imagination has to offer.
I really like Livvy, and for seventeen years she struggled from breath to breath with a defective heart. I don’t want the rest of of her life to be a mockery of that, but I also want her to ascend to the heights she’s meant to be at when the world comes calling– and make no mistake, Livvy has greater concerns than she can imagine. Or, she will have, but that’s an issue for book two and three in the trilogy.
I think the question of whether Livvy is meant to be a queen is out of her hands, and in a sense, mine. The story goes where it will, especially when characters show the kind of steel that Livvy has within her. Still, in her own words, “Weapons were meant to be used.”
I think that royalty is a weapon, but for Livvy, I want to believe she’s the one holding the sword.
I’d like to introduce you to Livvy Foster, the heroine from Heartborn, which will arrive on your Kindles and in stores this September.
I’m thrilled to announce that I’ll be working with Lauren Flatt, who captures the mood, beauty, and strength I wanted to portray.
The cover will be shot by Chattanooga photographer Adrienne McNellis (see her work here ). She captures the fantasy and wonder that I’m looking for, and we’ll be in the beautiful hills of East Tennessee to boot. Here’s the first look at Heartborn:
Her guardian angel didn’t fall. He was pushed.
Livvy Foster has survived for seventeen years as the only girl in the world with half a heart. She bears the scars of surgery, and cruelty, and the daily battle for every single breath. But life won’t wait for her new heart, so she decides to try something new. Something different.
When she begins her new job at the library, little does she know that high above, a war will rage among the most powerful beings of the sky. House Windhook is a powerful family who refuse to kneel before the Crescent Council, but the council’s hunger for control means that House Windhook must be bought under control of the seat of power, a city among the clouds known as Sliver.
Saiinov and Vasa are lord and lady of Windhook, and only they understand that the threat of losing their House is tied to the disappearance of their youngest son, Keiron. They decide to fight, taking on the ruling class of Sliver in a contest of magic and skill that will see their abilities pushed to the limits.
As to their son—nothing is too much to give for his cause. He will find Livvy, and House Windhook will see him through his journey, no matter what the cost.
Keiron, the youngest member of Windhook, is determined to pierce the light of days and find Livvy, where only he can save her life. For Keiron is no ordinary angel—he is Heartborn, a rare being of true goodness in a place where war and intrigue are waiting at every sunrise. Along with his talent and will comes the need to reach through time and space itself to save a girl he has never met, for reasons he cannot understand.
In the middle of a brewing war and Livvy’s failing heart, Keiron will give attempt to save her in a way that only he can, for the Heartborn life can only end in one way: Sacrifice.
Fall with Livvy and Keiron as they seek the truth about her heart, and his power, and what it means to love with someone who will give their very life to save you.
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That’s it for now. Hope to see you at an event this year, too– check my calendar at http://www.terrymaggert.com/ for a signing near you! Cheers, Terry