Dear Mary,
It is with great pleasure to announce that you have received Book Excellence Awards for the following
books:
Book Title: Tommy Turtle
Category: Picture Book – Ages 4 to 8
Award Title: Finalist
Book Title: When Angels Fly
Category: Women’s Non-Fiction
Award Title: Finalist
Book Title: Run with the Hare, Hunt with the Hound
Author: Paul M. Duffy
Publication Date: 11th October 2022
Publisher: Cennan imprint of Cynren Press
Page Length: 342 pages
Genre: Historical Fiction
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Book Title and Author Name:
Run with the Hare, Hunt with the Hound
Paul M. Duffy
Blurb:
On a remote Gaelic farmstead in medieval Ireland, word reaches Alberic of conquering Norman knights arriving from England. Oppressed by the social order that enslaved his Norman father, he yearns for the reckoning he believes the invaders will bring—but his world is about to burn. Captured by the Norman knight Hugo de Lacy and installed at Dublin Castle as a translator, Alberic’s confused loyalties are tested at every turn. When de Lacy marches inland, Alberic is set on a collision course with his former masters amidst rumours of a great Gaelic army rising in the west. Can Alberic navigate safely through revenge, lust and betrayal to find his place amidst the birth of a kingdom in a land of war?
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Excerpt 5
Táin
We moved before sunrise, silently and swiftly breaking camp. We pushed on beneath uncertain moonlight, the bóthar widening out to a more substantial roadway – becoming a slíghe. The lightly armed scouts they call kern padded the hills on each side calling down softly at times. I rode behind Donchad at the head and at some invisible sign or landmark, he held up his hand stopping the host and led us off the slíghe and into the tree line. I could not imagine what he could read in the darkened surroundings that prompted him to move with such confidence. I began to feel fear. What if he had missed his path. What if he had sold the party over to ambush for the grant of a ráth and a woman somewhere in these hills. The darkness began to take shape around us. Donchad’s broad back ahead of me. Shadows in my eyes. Shades coming across the greyness. We pushed through branches which trailed us like the fleshless fingers of crones. We came to a wide, untended ditch, and crossed over where the bank had collapsed into the bottom, green grown with bramble and nettle. Kern ranged out making sure none guarded the border of the tuath. Through the thinning trees, a blue grey sky appeared and as we approached the eaves of the wood, we saw a sloping meadow running down to a stream and beyond, emerging from the mist, the ráth of Áed Buidhe.
The Tiarna rode up and Donchad dismounted. Shielding themselves behind a large stump they spoke in low tones pointing down over the scene below, toward the outer stockade around the ráth. This was where the herd could be seen, shifting and lowing, brought in for the night against the depredations of wolves or raiders. My eyes strayed back to the stump to find the Tiarna and Donchad both looking towards me. The Tiarna called me over with a motion of his hand. I slid from the warm back of the horse, handing its tether to the man beside me, and approached. The Tiarna sat back into the bole of the tree where the heartwood had been eaten away by louse and fungus and he took both of my hands in his. He spoke softly, his voice full of assurance.
‘Now young kelt-bringer,’ he said smiling, ‘I have another thing to ask of you and this to one who has challenged the sídhe in their own house, will be a thing of no consequence.’
‘We need you to open the gate,’ Donchad said, bringing me around to the edge of the stump and pointing to the wooden doors set between thick posts with a watchhouse rising above – a dark square space beneath its awning of thatch, impenetrable in the pre-dawn. He pressed something into my hand and looking down I saw it was a long-bladed knife, the length of a forearm, the type they call the scian mór. ‘Go now, do not think on it. Move before the light strips the shadows from the valley. Run low and straight, and do not fear. If the alarm is raised, run to the river. We will be thick around you before the household can drag their fat bellies from their beds.’
He laid his large hands on my shoulders and guided me out into the open and, before I could protest, he pushed me gently forward. The hillside took me then, momentum dragging me forward until I was running, clear of the trees, through the meadow grass and onwards towards the tóchar. I ran faster, and faster still until I was running simply to keep upright, the stream approaching fast. The pounding of my feet, the pounding of my heart echoing like an army of tree fellers in a valley and I watched the blackness beneath the awning of the guard turret, watched for movement, for a shout, for an arm rising to strike a bell.
As the slope bottomed out, I missed a step and fell, tumbling violently. I lay still for a moment, amid the stalks of meadowgrass, brushed with their moisture, smelling their greenness and listening. A waking dove cooed in the trees, the imperative sound carrying far. No hint of movement in the treeline, though I knew they all watched, too tense to speak. I crawled forward, staying low, and reaching the stream, I slid down the side of the bank and moved upstream towards the tóchar, the water fast and lively beneath me, masking the sound of my passing. Beneath the tóchar, I climbed across the underside, grabbing the beam with my hands and hooking my ankles over. I dropped into the moss and leaf litter on the far side and pushed up the bank on my front, and peered through sparse branches of a blackthorn.
The palisade stood not fifty paces from me; its circuit built of roughly split beams set into the earth of a bank raised up over a ditch. I studied, in the waxing light, the set of each beam on the stretch closest to me. I looked for the uneven line of one against the other that might afford a handhold in their imperfect join. A cock crowed from within and this spurred me onwards. I stood out from the bush, hunched over, ready to run for the palisade. And to my left, not four paces away, a girl stood. A woman. Lithe, pale, beautiful beyond propriety. I had not seen her, shaded by the rail of the tóchar and at once, I realised that the dove cooing with strange insistence had been Donchad from the trees, warning me of the danger.
She did not move, standing tall with her garment hanging, brushing the ground. Her bare feet planted in the grass. Her hair, the blue-black of a raven in sunlight and a basket on her hip. She did not move, and I raised my hand slowly, as if to a skittish colt.
‘Ail a n-uír,’ she said with an unnerving clam – a stone from the earth. Her words unmasking me. Her curling lip and dark eyes stripping me. I shrank back into the thorn bush, feeling naked and exposed. The blackness beneath the awning of the guard tower glared from over her shoulder, sharing her distain.
‘Please,’ I said bringing my hand to my mouth, gesturing silence.
Her eyes scanned the valley then, probing the margins, looking for more like me. Considering whether to raise her voice. My life in the balance. And then she took a step forward, onto the board of the tóchar. And as she went, she spoke over her shoulder in a low voice, as if recounting something of little consequence.
‘The gate is unbarred. The spears sleeping.’ She walked on, and I watched her crossing the stream and turning to follow its margins looking through the growing shrubs, sorting their lolling heads as a kennel master sorts the hounds.
To trust her word and run to the gate? Into a javelin hurled at my breast? The cock crowing once again, the rooks in the trees beyond waking, the crake of their voices tearing the soft fabric of the moment. Lifting Lasair’s embroidered strip from its place beneath my belt, I put it to my lips, invoking her protection.
I looked back to the darkened treeline, beckoning Donchad forwards with my arms and ran on, hunched low, towards the gate and whatever might come. No shouts rose up, no javelins rained down and I pressed myself flat to the heavy oak doors, invisible from the tower above. I put my shoulder against one to find that the bar had indeed been raised. I eased the gate inwards, taking the scian from its sheath, slipping into the space between. The yard was open, a broad space with few buildings. A second gate beyond, it too with a watch tower, I slammed myself back into the palisade out of view. Hens scratched around in the dusty light and behind a rough stockade of lengths of roundwood, the herd jostled and steamed in the morning chill.
Author Bio:
Paul Duffy, author of Run with the Hare, Hunt with the Hound (2022), is one of Ireland’s leading field archaeologists and has directed numerous landmark excavations in Dublin as well as leading projects in Australia, France and the United Kingdom.
He has published and lectured widely on this work, and his books include From Carrickfergus to Carcassonne—the Epic Deeds of Hugh de Lacy during the Cathar Crusade (2018) and Ireland and the Crusades (2021). He has given many talks and interviews on national and international television and radio (RTÉ, BBC, NPR, EuroNews).
Paul has also published several works of short fiction (Irish Times, Causeway/Cathsair, Outburst, Birbeck Writer’s Hub) and in 2015 won the Over the Edge New Writer of the Year Award. He has been shortlisted for numerous Irish and international writing prizes and was awarded a writing bursary in 2017–2018 by Words Ireland.
Social Media Links:
Website: https://www.paulduffywritings.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/PDufaigh
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PDufaigh/
From Amazon:
What’s the buzz around your favorite kooky creek? The A-B-Cs, that’s what! Read along as the critters of Cackleberry Creek surf, shimmy, rock, and rhyme you through a colorful, alphabetic adventure! With each page, early readers (future bookworms) will delight in the vibrant scenes and characters while strengthening letter recognition, pronunciation, and memory. Perfect for preschoolers and emerging readers!
* Contains 34 eye-popping, full-page illustrations, critter-counting glossary, and A to Z rhyming experience!
* Fine-tune handwriting, drawing, and retention skills with bonus ABC and name tracing pages.
My Review:
Volchko has written a wonderful book on ABCs for children and she included striking imagery on each page. Brilliant colors children will absolutely love. Words used for each letter have mopre than one and the letters and pages rhyme. The verbiage is such that now and then there is a word that little won’t know. When I write that children will demand to know what the critters are talking about and they will expect answers. That’s how captivated I think children will be with this book is and five gold stars to Volchko.
From Amazon:
What’s hidden in the dark will be brought to light . . .
When Jewel Wiltshire marries, she vows to love, honor, and obey. Little does she know that her husband’s secrets will push her faith far beyond anything she can imagine. For two years she remains a prisoner until a mysterious stranger appears offering friendship and hope.
Jack Vines has the Victorian home of his dreams–or so it seems until he discovers an intriguing beauty lurking in the shadows. Stunned, he finds they share the house but live a century apart. She is a prisoner of the past, shrouded in a world of dark mysteries. He holds the keys that will protect their future. When her letters suddenly stop, can he unravel the mystery that threatens to alter both their lives forever?
Timeless Moments is a spine-tingling suspense laced with faith and love that you won’t want to put down. This stirring novel seamlessly weaves together two characters in an intricate balance of emotion and hope that all things are possible.
My Review:
This was a great book to read. I was captivated by the strength and tenacity women have when caught between a rock and a hard place. The romance of more than one couple, the things that are impossible are in actuality real. Although hard to fathom, science can’t prove it doesn’t exist. Five shiny gold stars.
Please welcome Elizabeth Paharsingh to my blog. Shall we have a chat over coffee?
1. Please introduce yourself to those reading this blog post.
Hi everyone!
My name is Elizabeth Paharsingh. I was born and raised in the little town of Corozal in the Caribbean country of Belize. I am a single mother with one daughter who is my biggest fan. Recently I self-published my first ever book titled Quiet Noise: A Collection of Poems and Prose.
2. Has writing always been part of your life and when did you “know” that it was time to start writing your first book?
Writing, poetry specifically, came into my life when I was eight years old. I was in Standard three (equivalent to fifth grade) when they started teaching us about poetry. The art of figuring out how to write poetry and make it work and make it rhyme was like solving a puzzle to me. I was always a quiet child and afraid to speak about anything which caused problems with anxiety. Learning to write poetry helped save me and it’s been a part of my life ever since.
Over the last twenty years, I have tried to find ways to save my poems. Whether it was in little notebooks, or emailing them to myself when I got older. I always hoped that one day I would have my work published and have a book with my name on shelves. It wasn’t until last year when my daughter found some of my poems and asked me about it and encouraged me that I decided it was time to do so.
3. How difficult was it writing your first book?
I thought it would be easy at first. I mean, I already had enough poems, I just needed to put them together and that’s it. I was wrong. I was very wrong. I watched videos on the internet and read many articles with tips and guidelines on editing and proofreading etc. I felt a bit overwhelmed, but I just took my breaks in between and took deep breaths and got through it and I’m proud of the final result.
4. Have you ever wanted to give up and what stopped you?
Oh yes. Many times. I kept thinking “What if I go through all this trouble and it ends up being for nothing?”. Too many times I worried about what other people would think. Would they hate it? Would they love it? Would they laugh about it? Especially the people in my home town. Again, whenever I felt like that I just took a break and took a deep breath and brought that confidence to myself that this is worth it, I am doing something I love and I am accomplishing my goals. My daughter is ten years old, but she is also my ‘boss’ sometimes. She helped push me and kept saying “You got this mama!”. That kept me going.
5. Who is the most supportive of you and your dream to be a writer?
My daughter is most supportive. I have support from other family and friends, but if my daughter sees me sad or hears me saying something like I’m thinking this book will fail, she will definitely tell me to suck it up and that I can do it because ‘I’m the best mama in the whole wide world’.
6. Anything specific you want to tell your readers?
I would like my readers to know that I like to write based on the emotions I feel or the emotions that others close to me are feeling. I hope by reading my book that there was at least one poem that touched you and I am so thankful for every single one of you that have taken the time to read my collection of poetry written by someone from a small country that most people don’t even know exists. Thank you.
7. What is the best advice given to you (book or otherwise), and by whom?
The best advice I got was from my mom and it was to not let people’s negativity get to you. Don’t let it spread to you and take over your life. In Belize we have a saying that goes ‘Don’t sweat someone else’s fever’. Just because someone has built up hate and anger, doesn’t mean you have to share that hate and anger with them.
8. What is your target audience and what aspect of your writing do you feel targets that audience?
I am reaching out to an audience that has trouble with mental health. Mental health is such a broad area and affects basically anyone of any age and there are people that are ashamed of it. I titled my book Quiet Noise because that is how I describe my problems with mental health. It is like this ongoing sound in your head with everything you are worried about or scared of or more, but while all of this is going on in your head the people around you are oblivious to what is happening because they don’t hear it. I am hoping that with my poetry collection, it will reach out to those having troubles with mental health and it will help them realize that they are not alone. There are others that feel or have felt the same way, and you can get through it.
9. Did the cover evolve the same way, or did you work with someone to make it come together for you?
I tried working with others to design my cover, but it just didn’t feel right. Eventually I started playing around with it myself and I decided I didn’t want to complicate it. I knew I wanted the background to be black and something bright to pop. I am very happy with how it is and hope others like it as well.
10. What are you working on now? Can we get a peek, an excerpt?
Right now I am going through what many writers are going through, which is I have about 10,000 ideas and no idea how to start either one. I would like to start working on a second poetry collection that revolves around awkward intimate experiences like first kiss, first date etc. I am hoping my followers will be willing to stick around to see what comes next.
11. Any last words before we wrap things up?
I just want to thank you Mary so much for the opportunity to be on your blog and talk about my book Quiet Noise. I appreciate it so much!
Contact and links:
Email: paharsinghpoetrycollection at @gmail dot com
Facebook: @EMP Writings https://www.facebook.com/empwritings
Instagram: @EMP_Writings https://www.instagram.com/emp_writings/
Twitter: @EMPWritings https://twitter.com/EMPWritings
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/66408209-quiet-noise
Amazon Book Link: https://www.amazon.com/Quiet-Noise-Collection-Poems-Prose/dp/B0BLYBM4QK
Amazon Author Bio Link: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0BNWFZ8YV/about
From Amazon:
Every high school has football games, lies, crushes, secrets, dances, and murder. Right?
Months have passed since darkness invaded Vale, Louisiana, when a young girl, Leigh Thompson, disappeared. A group of teenagers tries to hide their secrets after they receive a letter threatening to expose them if they don’t tell the truth.
Things take a turn for the worse when Peyton Vale arrives in town, determined to walk each of them to the gallows for what they did to Leigh. But coming face to face with her foe, Dark Horse, she learns striking a deal with the devil is easier said than done.
The closer Dark Horse gets to discovering the truth, the more Peyton Vale conceals her own secret—and the harder it gets for the group of teens to keep theirs dead and buried.
Who is Dark Horse, and what is he after? Will Peyton Vale get her revenge?
And who are the teens more afraid of: Dark Horse, Peyton, or each other?
My Review:
This novel is nothing like novels read in the past. The prose is deeply dark and murders happen in Vale. When you think you have figured out the mystery, who did what, etcetera, the narrative switches that fast. The concept is precise yet foggy when the need arises. Story packs a punch!!
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Please welcome Daniel DeMille to my blog. Hello, Dan. Shall we sit and chat?
Hi – I’m Daniel! I’ve enjoyed the creative process of writing and illustrating from a very young age. In recent years I’ve focused on writing children’s books and young adult fantasy for my niece (age 8) and nephew (age 12). A few years ago, after successfully releasing a 1,600 legal treatise with a major mainstream publisher (an absolutely thrilling book to read, I can assure you!), my family encouraged me to take the plunge and try self-publishing, to express my more creative side.
I’ve always loved writing and always been a voracious reader. When the pandemic started, like many of us, my office closed temporarily. I started writing on day one of the lockdown and didn’t stop for the next three years. It felt like I had been waiting for over 30 years for this opportunity! So far, I have written 8 books, 6 of which have been published with 2 more forthcoming.
The first book was absolutely the hardest and took the longest. I am a lawyer by training, so I am used to writing extensive legalese. But to turn my creative writing muscles back on took sustained effort at the beginning. Joining some online writing sprints really helped! Once I got started, I couldn’t stop. It felt great to get the creative juices flowing again – very cathartic and enjoyable!
Not to sound morose, but I have seen life’s hardships, including the loss of loved ones who had to endure painful terminal health conditions over months and even years. To push through writer’s block – while not easy – is a cakewalk by comparison. I consider it a real privilege to have the time and ability to write.
5. Who is the most supportive of you and your dream to be a writer?
My wife is a huge supporter and is always enthusiastic about my writing. My niece and nephew also think my creative writing is very cool and they want to try it too. Seeing them inspired to write and create their own original work is very motivating to me.
6. Anything specific you want to tell your readers?
Although I write to entertain, much of my writing also has a background purpose – whether to teach children more about nature and the environment; or to write a video game story that will inspire my niece and nephew to take a break from their actual video games, to read instead!
7. What is the best advice given to you (book or otherwise), and by whom?
No-one is coming to save you. But no-one can stop you from pursuing your dreams, either. Seek out mentors who are already doing what you aspire to do. Be patient and persistent. Take full ownership of your outcomes and pay attention to the feedback the world gives you (good and bad). Keep improving, and you will realize your dreams over time, even more than you imagined!
This is the combined wisdom of many close friends, family, and mentors over the years. Life is not always a bed of roses, but I am grateful that listening to this sound advice has tended to work out very well for me!
8. What is your target audience and what aspect of your writing do you feel targets that audience?
I write children’s fiction, young adult fantasy/sci-fi, and adult non-fiction. My writing is inspired by family and friends around me who enjoy these genres and give me very honest feedback. Kids give the most honest and direct feedback of all. I tailor my writing based on their real-time facial expressions – there is no hiding from these young book reviewers’ honest impressions of my work! But it’s all to the good, as it helps me to constantly improve the quality of my content.
9. Did the cover evolve the same way, or did you work with someone to make it come together for you?
The cover went through many iterations to evoke the energy, atmosphere, and characters of the story. There was a lot of back and forth with my critics, and many do-overs to get it right. But we were all very happy with the outcome, and our readers really seem to enjoy it, too! So, the effort was well worth it.
10. What are you working on now? Can we get a peek, an excerpt?
Sure. As mentioned, my writing covers many genres and age groups. I pivoted in the past year from children’s books to young adult fantasy and science fiction. My new book “Game of Scorpions” is a Kindle Vella publication, but the full book will be released to Kindle.
Here is a sneak peek.
https://dl.bookfunnel.com/qmr3wam00c
https://www.ericandsandrajames.com/post/sci-fi-and-fantasy-on-kindle-vella
11. Any last words before we wrap things up?
Yes. Here is a very short, simple quote that gives me inspiration on life’s journey. I hope you also find it helpful!
I have chosen to be happy because it is good for my health. – Voltaire
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https://www.facebook.com/d.demille.3/
https://www.danieldemille.com/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21673338.Daniel_J_DeMille
From Amazon:
Racism, climate change, and violence are in the past. The new world values respect and collaboration with others. But are there secrets lurking in the shadows of the Land of Hope? What truth about the past is being covered up?
When fifteen-year-old Fania returns from Immersion, she is shattered to learn that the next phase of her education is at home with Alicia, her granny. She had hoped for something far grander that would prepare her for an important role with the Earth Project. Their two strong personalities clash as Fania begins to learn more about the past and her family’s role in it.
As Fania grows in confidence and power, she starts to wonder exactly what secrets Alicia is keeping in her underground lab. After Fania discovers the truth, she finds her calling: one that has the power to change everything.
My Review:
I found Spindrifts to be a story of determination and inspiration in a futuristic Earth setting. Two sisters are the main characters and they are strong in their stance. Book appeals to those who like to read YA books.
From Amazon:
Calling all fashionistas! From the writing desk of award winning author, Veronica Cline Barton, a thrilling, Fashion Week, cozy mystery tale sure to keep the runways buzzing this season!
The Fashions of Castlewood Manor make their London Fashion Week debut this season as fashionistas from around the globe gather around the runways to see and be seen. The dueling designers bring their couture creations to life as scheming models vie for the top spots on the runway, all carefully approved by a ruthless queen of fashion.
As the dates grow near for the fashion forward events; chaos on the catwalks, deadly mishaps, squabbles, and revenge run rampant, placing Lady Gemma and her family and friends in perilous danger. The ateliers vie to take the fashion world by storm with their avant-garde creations.
Who will end up with this season’s fashion to die for, and whose vogue designs will end up in the morgue?
My Review:
Barton has written my most favorite book to read so far this year. Ah…. where to start. I loved how the married couples showed their true for each other and friends a family were supportive of same sex marriages. It wasn’t reading the nuances of each person’s love; this book showcases this love. As for showcasing, add in a dash of this, or dash of that, and combine with fashion houses and ALL the drama on the catwalk, let the backstage. People die in this novel and I’m even going to hint at who or why. I loved the descriptions for each designer’s gowns. Best to watch for stilettos heading your way – you’ll get that when you read this fantastic novel with exotic settings laid out among a mess of treachery and deceit, love and loss, couture clothing and new hopefuls, the glitz and glamor of high fashion shows, and a complete immersion in the fashion world.
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