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The Pitchfork of Destiny

 

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The Pitchfork of Destiny
 
Title: The Pitchfork of Destiny
Author: Jack Heckel
Release Date: May 17, 2016
Publisher: Harper Voyager
Genre: Mythology
Format: Ebook/Paperback

Life in the Kingdom of Royaume has been happily ever for King William Pickett and his fiancee, Lady Rapunzel. But when Volthraxus, the Great Dragon of the North, returns looking for the love of his life, the Great Wyrm of the South, it becomes clear that some fairy tales never end.

After Volthraxus discovers his love was slain by the newly crowned king, he seeks his revenge by kidnapping Rapunzel. Once again, Will teams up with Edward Charming, the only man in all the kingdom with the skill, ego, and dashing good looks to fight a dragon. Our heroes fates depend on finding a weapon re-forged in dragon blood the Pitchfork of Destiny.

But as the two set off after the dragon, Charming s bride, Lady Elizabeth, falls into the clutches of a mysterious sorcerer known as the Dracomancer, who has his own plans for Royaume.”

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Meet the Author:

Jack Heckel’s life is an open book, actually, the book you are in all hope holding right now (and if you are not holding it, he would like to tell you it can be purchased from any of your finest purveyors of the written word). Beyond that, Jack aspires to be either a witty, urbane, world-traveller who lives on his vintage yacht, The Clever Double Entendre, or a geographically illiterate professor of literature who spends his non-writing time restoring an 18th century lighthouse off a remote part of the Vermont coastline. Whatever you want to believe of him, he is without doubt the author of the premier volume of the Charming novels, Once Upon a Rhyme. So, no matter what rumors you might hear about Jack, particularly those spread by either litigious dwarves or litigious dwarfs, ignore them, because he is currently working on a sequel. Because more than anything, Jack lives for his readers.

Despite whatever Jack may claim, in reality, Jack Heckel is the pen name for John Peck and Harry Heckel.

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We’re happy to be hosting Kaelia Stevens and her JULES: THE 2ND ADVENTURE BOOK BLAST at The Dark Phantom!

About the Book:
Title:
Jules
Author: Kaelia Stevens
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 94
Genre: Magical Realism
War. It doesn’t start with armies or bombs. It doesn’t start with declarations or protests. It doesn’t start with speeches. It starts with one thing. Intent. Jules understands this concept. She intends to kill a cult leader. She intends to undo magic from the past. She intends to get her family home. 

She intends to start a war.

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Book Excerpt:

When I entered the blue-lighted nightclub, Sting was at the piano again. He was thundering out jazz compositions with the energy of a hyper pygmy goat.

There was a twin-headed Doppobocca at the microphone, scatting like a pro. These squatty, yellow aliens landed somewhere in Italy, and apparently enjoyed the culture so much they decided to stop by Earth on a regular basis. Doppobocca was not their species name, just what the fairies from Italy decided to call them. It was an Earthling nickname, as far as they were concerned, and the Doppobocca didn’t seem to mind in the least.

The alien’s two heads were currently scatting something I had never heard before and probably would never hear outside of Sting’s nightclub. The heads scatted back and forth, while the single, thick body moved and danced to the beat.

I made my way to the bar, ordered some Pixie wine, and watched the crowd. I was watching to see if my Hyena contact would show up. She liked to frequent My Fair Lady as much as I did, if not more because she had more time. Tonight should have been one of her nights, if I remembered correctly.

“Quite a turnout tonight, isn’t it?” someone said behind me, loudly.

I glanced over my shoulder and took in intense brown eyes broken up by a jovial smile on a narrow face. Some of his blond hair was matted in the front, bobbing with every habitual flick of his head in an attempt to get it out of his eyes.

I shrugged slowly with a single shoulder. Gave him a teasing smile as I turned back to the crowd. “Aren’t you in the wrong place, Keeper?”

His expression fell as he looked down at his outfit; it was a simple, brown vest held open over a grey shirt with sloppy-looking carpenter jeans. I pointed at the back of his hand, which bore a tattoo in the shape of the Keepers’ insignia: lady justice. Scales in one hand, sword in the other, blindfolded.

It was a human insignia that the Keepers adopted for themselves, in an attempt to maintain the idea that justice is blind. In their case, justice was not only blind, but mute, deaf, and dumb as well.

He lifted his hand to stare at it and frowned, as if he had forgotten it was there. After a moment, he shrugged it off and smiled. “I’m not on the clock,” he responded jovially. “I can be anywhere I want. And talk to whoever I want.”

“Got it,” I said. “So get back to your lonely drink.”

He held up a long glass filled with tree sap, alcohol, a tap of blood and a hint of cherry. It was called a Maiden’s Bluff. I hated the taste of it, but it was a popular favorite.

“It’s never lonely when you’re drinking next to a be-a-utiful woman,” he said, toasting me before taking a long drink.

As he threw his head back, his hair shifted just enough for me to see an angle to his ears. He wasn’t human.

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About the Author

Writing from a young age, K. Stevens published her first book in June of 2015 in honor of her father, Rod Bayron.  A lifetime nerd, animal care-giver, current student of the arts and aspiring ceramist, Stevens has an artistic nature that is akin to a bloodmoon: It shows up once in a while, it’s strange and mysterious, and it has a tendency to freak people
out.

Her latest book is the magical realism novel, Jules.
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