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Friday, September 9, 2011

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Please take a moment and view the above image.  It's so beautiful, and why I love living on an island.

Jennifer Estep - Spider Assassin

This author is great! I've read this whole series and can't wait to start this book!

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Jewelry Lookbooks - StyleBistro

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Favorite Authors And their Books


My Favorite Authors and their Books I've Read

Magic Bleeds
Bayou Moon
Magic Slays
Magic Bites
Magic Strikes
Magic Burns
On the Edge
Bitten
Tales of the Otherworld
Waking the Witch
Dime Store Magic
Stolen
The Awakening
The Reckoning
Frostbitten
Men of the Otherworld
Broken
Living with the Dead
The Summoning
River Marked

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Lots of fun reading there!

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Book 8 For Diana Gabaldon - Jamie, or John?

Jamie, or John?:

Oookay, then!


Sorry to be so late in getting this post up; I’ve been in New Mexico for the last week, and the internet connection there was Just Abysmal; could barely keep it open long enough to tweet, let alone upload anything longer.

First things first: Upcoming appearances.


I’m flying to New York on Monday, and will be appearing (briefly) at the RWA convention, held at the Marriott Marquis. Appearances will be:


The Literacy Signing, where most of the published authors taking part will be available to sell/sign books—this is from 5:30-7:30 on June 28th, at the Marriott Marquis. This event _is_ open to the public, and I _believe_ that you’re allowed to bring in up to three of your own books from home to be signed, if you like.

The opening panel of the convention, where I’ll be taking part in a discussion with two other Random House authors, Steve Berry and Tess Gerritsen. This is part of the convention and open only to convention attendees. It’ll be from 8:30-10:00 AM on June 29th.


Then on July 5th—publication date for the cool new 20th-anniversary OUTLANDER edition!—I fly to Laramie Wyoming, where I’ll be doing the keynote speech for the Sir Walter Scott conference at the University of Wyoming. The conference program is here http://www.uwyo.edu/scottconf2011/program.html , but I don’t yet have a detailed personal schedule. I _will_ be doing at least one public book-signing, though; will post time and place as soon as I get them.


On July 8th, I fly _back_ to New York, for ThrillerFest, at the Hyatt. There, I’ll be doing a Livestream event with James Rollins (Powell’s Books is supplying books to be sold during this event—and I certainly _hope_ they’ll have the 20th-anniversary edition!) from 2-4:00 PM on July 8th.


On the evening of July 8th, I’ll be doing a joint signing with several other authors for a collaborative mystery novel called NO REST FOR THE DEAD. (This is one of those for-charity efforts—proceeds for this one go to cancer research—where a number of well-known authors take turns writing chapters, and the editor then goes through and kind of smooths things out so the story is coherent. Or so we hope, anyway.)


The signing will be held at 7:00 PM at the Center for Fiction, (17 East 47th Street, New York, NY 10017), and authors attending will include Peter James, Marcia Talley, John Lescroart, RL Stine, Diana Gabaldon,Jeffery Deaver, Gayle Lynds and Andrew Gulli. (Just for my own part, I’m fine with people bringing their own books to be signed, too.) This is open to the public.


Aaaand, on July 9th, I’ll do a Spotlight Interview (at the Hyatt) for ThrillerFest, Kathleen Antrim being the interviewer. That’s from 1:00-1:50 PM. And then I’ll do a book-signing for the convention (open only to convention attendees) from 5:00-6:00 PM at the convention bookstore in the hotel.


Then I rush home on the 10th {g}, and do the Official Launch Party for the 20th-anniversary OUTLANDER on July 11th, at The Poisoned Pen bookstore in Scottsdale. 7:00 PM!


Righto. Now, I had promised to show you the two openings I have for SCOTTISH PRISONER. As it stands, I’m opening the book with Jamie’s point of view—but I _could_ open with Lord John’s first chapter instead, and do Jamie’s second. I did it this way because I’d like people to realize right away that this is Jamie’s book, as much as Lord John’s—but it _is_ a Rather Unusual {cough} way to open a book.


So—those of you who don’t read excerpts should stop Right Here.


Those of you who _do_…here you go, and hope you enjoy them! Let me know what you think: Jamie first, or Lord John?


THE SCOTTISH PRISONER

(Copyright 2011 Diana Gabaldon)

Chapter 1:


Helwater, the Lake District

April 1, 1760


It was so cold out, he thought his cock might break off in his hand. If he could find it. The thought passed through his sleep-mazed mind like one of the small, icy drafts that darted through the loft, making him open his eyes.

He could find it now; had waked with his fist wrapped round it and desire shuddering and twitching over his skin like a cloud of midges. The dream was wrapped just as tightly round his mind, but he knew it would fray in seconds, shredded by the snores and farts of the other grooms. He needed her, needed to spill himself with the feel of her touch still on him.

Hanks stirred in his sleep, chuckled loudly, said something incoherent, and fell back into the void, murmuring, “Bugger, bugger, bugger…”

Jamie said something similar under his breath in the Gaelic, and flung back his blanket. Damn the cold.

He made his way down the ladder into the half-warm, horse-smelling fug of the barn, nearly falling in his haste, ignoring a splinter in his bare foot. He hesitated in the dark, still urgent. The horses wouldn’t care, but if they noticed him, they’d make enough noise, perhaps, to wake the others.


Wind struck the barn and went booming round the roof. A strong chilly draft with a scent of snow stirred the somnolence, and two or three of the horses shifted, grunting and whickering. Overhead, a murmured “‘ugger” drifted down, accompanied by the sound of someone turning over and pulling the blanket up round his ears, defying reality.


Claire was still with him, vivid in his mind, solid in his hands. He could imagine that he smelled her hair in the scent of fresh hay. The memory of her mouth, those sharp white teeth …he rubbed his nipple, hard and itching beneath his shirt, and swallowed.


His eyes were long accustomed to the dark; he found the vacant loose-box at the end of the row and leaned against its boards, cock already in his fist, body and mind yearning for his wife.

He’d have made it last if he could, but he was fearful lest the dream go altogether and he surged into the memory, groaning. His knees gave way in the aftermath and he slid slowly down the boards of the box into the loose piled hay, shirt rucked round his thighs and his heart pounding like a kettle drum.


[end section]


(more stuff in this chapter, of course)


Chapter 2: The Fate of Fuses


London

Argus House


Lord John Grey eyed the ribbon-tied packet on his knee as though it were a bomb. In fact, it couldn’t have been more explosive had it been filled with black powder and equipped with a fuse.

His attitude as he handed it to his brother must have reflected this knowledge, for Hal fixed him with a gimlet eye and raised one brow. He said nothing, though, flicking loose both ribbon and wrapping with an impatient gesture and bending his head at once over the thick sheaf of densely-written sheets that emerged.


Grey couldn’t stand to watch him read through Charles Carruthers’s post-mortem denunciation, recalling each damning page as Hal read it. He stood up and went to the window of the study that looked out into the back garden of Argus House, ignoring the swish of turning pages and the occasional blasphemous mutterings behind him.


Hal’s three boys were playing a game of tigers and hunters, leaping out at each other from behind the shrubbery with shrill roars, followed by shrieks of delight and yells of “Bang! Take that, you striped son of a bitch!”


The nurse seated on the edge of the fish-pool, keeping a tight grip on baby Dottie’s gown, looked up at this, but merely rolled her eyes with a martyred expression. Flesh and blood has its limits, her expression said clearly, and she resumed paddling a hand in the water, luring one of the big goldfish close so that Dottie could drop bits of bread to it.


John longed to be down there with them. It was a rare day for early April, and he felt the pulse of it in his blood, urging him to be outside, running bare-foot through young grass. Running naked down into the water… The sun was high, flooding warm through the glass of the French windows, and he closed his eyes and turned his face up to it.


Siverly. The name floated in the darkness behind his eyes, pasted across the blank face of an imagined cartoon major, drawn in uniform, an outsized sword brandished in his hand, and bags of money stuffed into the back of his breeches, obscene bulges under the skirt of his coat. One or two had fallen to the ground, bursting open so that you could see the contents–coin in one, the other filled with what looked like poppets, small wooden doll-like things. Each one with a tiny knife through its heart.


Hal swore in German behind him. He must have reached the part about the rifles; German oaths were reserved for the most stringent occasions, French being used for minor things like a burnt dinner, and Latin for formal insults committed to paper. Minnie wouldn’t let either Hal or John swear in English in the house, not wanting the boys to acquire low habits. John could have told her it was too late for such caution, but didn’t.


He turned round to see Hal on his feet, pale with rage, a sheet of paper crumpled in one hand.


“How dare he? How dare he?”


A small knot he hadn’t known was there dissolved under John’s ribs.


“You believe Carruthers, then?”


Hal glared at him.


“Don’t you? You knew the man.”


He had known Charles Carruthers–in more than one sense.


“Yes, I believed him when he told me about Siverly in Canada–and that–” he nodded at the papers, thrown in a sprawl across Hal’s desk, “–is even more convincing. You’d think he’d been a lawyer.”

He could still see Carruthers’s face, pale in the dimness of his attic room in [town], drawn with ill-health but set with grim determination to live long enough to see justice done. Charlie hadn’t lived that long, but long enough to write down every detail of the case against Major Gerald Siverly, and to entrust it to him.


He was the fuse that would detonate this particular bomb. And he was all too familiar with what happened to fuses, once lit.


[end section]

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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

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Fall 2011 Jewelry Trends - Collar Necklaces Photo 11

Fall 2011 Jewelry Trends - Collar Necklaces Photo 11:


What's happening now in trends, will happen in the 'common' market in perhaps a year from now, or sooner.  Trends happening in Europe normally take a good year to hit the US, and then another year before they are seen in Urban area's of the US.  


I believe trends are very important to all of us in the handmade industry, not that we would change our root product, but that we can update elements within to reflect the trendiness needed to catch the 18-25 year old buyers  ~elaine O.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Please Save The Rhinos - World Wildlife Fund

Please help save the Javan Rhino's
Did you know there are only three species of Rhino's left in the world?

Please call in and support this appeal to save the rhino's.  There are fewer Javan Rhino's 40 left, due to poaching and disease, and the Krakatoa Volcano. Crime Syndicates have provoked people into thinking that Rhino horn can cure cancer, among other various miraculous health cures.

These final remaining Javan Rhinos, less than 40 need to be moved to a protected area.  There are no Rhinos in captivity now to work with, none at any of the zoo's around the world.  Like many of the species such as the buffalo in these our United States original buffalo these Rhinos have been hunted into extinction in less than two decades. These animals need to be moved and it costs 5-70 Thousand of Dollars,  due to the three T's: Tracking, Tranking and Trans-locating. Rhino Horn is now world more per ounce than Gold.
Contact the World Wildlife Fund Today

Kate Daniels: Quiz 1 | Ilona Andrews

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Pack



Pack



You are a shapeshifter of the Pack. Family is the most important thing to you. You don't trust outsiders and while you're fanatically loyal to your friends, you're courageous and aggressive and emotions tend to occasionally get the better of you. You value loyalty, obedience, restraint, and duty above all.


More about the Pack and other factions: http://kate.ilona-andrews.com/category/factions/



Which Faction do you belong to?





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