Cedar Writes

Tag: fantasy

  • Review: The Private Shambler

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    It’s been a hectic couple of weeks. I skipped out of writing a review last week partly because of my schedule, and partly because I hadn’t finished anything recently. Well, this week I did finish a nice, light, funny book. With Zombies… and vampires, and ghosts, and pretty much anything else Kevin J Anderson could…

  • Review: Cricket Learns to Sing

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    I was asked if I would like to review this charming little story while it was on a free give-away, and I’m not sorry that I read it. Classic fantasy, the story follows a boy as he is growing into maturity. While it employs various cliches of the orphan with a mysterious past, and the…

  • Witchfinder

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    There is no snippet this week. I am wrestling behind the scenes with the full cover layout for the print version, and honestly wondering why, because so few copies will sell that way… and then I remember how good it feels to hold Pixie Noir in my hands. Sarah A Hoyt, my mentor in writing,…

  • Trickster Noir: Snippet 2

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    I have a week, and about 20,000 words, left to write Trickster Noir. I might actually make this deadline. I have the ending all mapped out in my head, and feelers into book three. I only plan for a trilogy, although I may do some shorts exploring Alger’s past, and Lom’s past missions. We’ll see.…

  • Review Retrospective on 2013

    Review Retrospective on 2013

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    In 2013, I set out to read more. I love reading, but had gotten so busy with work and school I no longer felt like I could justify the time for pleasure-reading. My head being the strange, messed-up place that it is, I convinced myself to justify the reading by starting to do book reviews…

  • Books Open Doors

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    To another world.

  • Well-Covered

    Well-Covered

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    A books cover speaks loudly… I’ve put together some examples, good and bad, over at Amazing Stories today. What do you think belongs on a science fiction cover? Fantasy? What looks awful? Next week I will get into how to find and use images.

  • World Building: Who made that?

    World Building: Who made that?

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    Cross-Posted at Amazing Stories Magazine I was getting all excited last night over the idea of making my next purse. I can work with leather, and I don’t want something that looks like what everyone else has, so… But as I went to bed and was mulling over everything I needed and this post I…

  • Human Wave Garage Sale!

    Human Wave Garage Sale!

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    Guest post by Sabrina Chase, who was kind enough to organize this first collaborative effort for Human Wave authors.  The Human Wave Garage Sale When did it become fashionable for published fiction to be full of self-loathing for qualities most intelligent humans value? Where’s the adventure, the courage, the fun? We suppose it was about the…

  • Working on a title

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    I am getting ready to publish this short story, and I don’t have a name for it. Well, I do, but I don’t like it. I’ve been calling it the Smith and the Gardener. Which is accurate enough, I suppose, but cumbersome, and vague. So far the suggestions from beta readers have been good. I’m…

  • Snow Angel Complete

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    Snow Angel is published! If you would like to buy it, click on the link below. Please do review it honestly if you do, I appreciate the feedback. This is a short story that was inspired partly by my son, and his active mind, and partly by my sister, who will always be an innocent.…

  • Snow Angel

    Snow Angel

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    Snow Angel  Sarah was standing at the sink with her hands in hot soapy dishwater when her son came in the sliding glass door in a small swirl of frosty air and rapidly melting snow. She turned around to see him bouncing up and down on the mat. He knew he wasn’t allowed to bring…