Freebie and Discount

It’s summer and a great time for reading by the pool. In honor of this time of year, I’m offering a couple of deals on my books.

The Chronicles of Ethan Grimley III: A Walker is Born is free through the end of July. It’s a great book for fantasy lovers ages 9-12.

3D Book no shadowEthan is just like everyone else in Land’s End. He helps his mother in her bakery, he attends school at the Arcana Maximus, and he enjoys hanging out with his friends.

But Ethan has a secret, one others want to know. When Ethan is grabbed in the town square, he runs. He races off to see if his secret is safe, but it isn’t enough. He’s pursued wherever he goes. Now, his parents are angry, and his teachers are on his case. All he wants to do is turn the secret over to someone else.

Ethan is pulled into a world he never knew existed, one that shatters his peaceful life. He now must decide whether to keep his life the way it’s always been or to embrace the possibility that has been offered to him. For the first time in his life, Ethan has to make a choice that only he can make, and he doesn’t know what to do.

And for the adults, I have a discount going on Aradia’s Secret through the end of August. Join Gwennyth Grimsbane as she searches for a way to save her people.

Aradia's Secret Cover with BookAs a child, Gwennyth dreamed of taking a ship across the void and seeing the lands of Grevared. As an adult, she’s content to stay at home and spend her days researching magic. But all this ends when her mother Ravyn transposes forms at nearly 900 years old. Though she has been trained her entire life, Gwennyth is sure she isn’t up to the task of leading her people, and when their magic begins to fail, Gwennyth knows she can’t do it.

But there isn’t anyone else. Her siblings have moved on from Crowrest, and Gwennyth is all that is left. With only her best friend Vonner in tow, Gwennyth sets out into the world of Grevared in search of the goddess Aradia. Her only clue to the goddess’s whereabouts is ‘look not in the places of the gods’. But finding the goddess isn’t her only task. Gwennyth must also find herself.

For links to my other books and fun facts about the world of Grevared, check out my website at

Best wishes and happy reading.


Writing Update

IMG_20160428_203226Things have been a little hectic lately. I started a new job with a weird schedule, so I haven’t kept up with things the way I should. I have been writing some, though, both stories in Grevared and some horror stuff.

I have two short stories completed and am doing revisions. One is the Muhulda Urswyk story that posts here every Wednesday, and the other is a horror tale.

I’ve been making progress on both the YA WIP and on ‘the story that never ends’. I finally like where the trilogy is going. I just hope I can keep it going in this direction. I’ll tell you, these guys LOVE to take off on their own.

I have a children’s story that’s in its editing phase. I’m almost through with what I hope will be the last of the edits. Now, I just have to decide on a cover for it. This story takes place in the Kingdom of Emerell, just to the west of Moirena. The village of Everstone is attacked by the Kwaad, and Jerrung’s sister is taken. Not willing to wait for the adults to go after them, Jerrung and his friends set off under the mountain. Finally, he gets to have a real adventure.

I’m hoping that I’ll settle into my new schedule and get back to being productive.

Best wishes!

Lissa Dobbs

Writing Update

E'ma Thalas and the Xaggarene Empire VintageWell, I’m not getting a lot done in the writing department. It’s coming up on graduation, and my youngest is leaving high school. I am, however, getting some world building done. I’ve just about completed the history of E’ma Thalas and will soon start on the Xaggarene Empire.

1486 AOP: Tavrinth of the Moonchaser dragon clan carries King Oberon to a forested land. Oberon approves this as the home of the elves and names it E’ma Thalas, which means ‘sacred refuge’ in the original language of the elves. Oberon petitions the Moonchaser clan to transport the rest of the Fair Folk to their new home.

1487 AOP: Letallatos is established as the capital of E’ma Thalas, and the palace is built.

1500 AOP: Oberon sends an expedition under the leadership of Ashiri Cornflower south of the Borderland Mountains. They discover the human tribes.

1520 AOP: Ashiri, angry that Oberon only has scant patrols along the Borderland Mountains, heads east with a group of like-minded elves. They form a small community at the edge of the land, called O’ntheas, which means ‘escape’. This town later becomes Tradespire. The elves there raise bocearc in the plainland south of O’ntheas and heavily guard the path at the end of the Borderland Mountains.

1768 AOP:  A band of humans crosses the Borderland Mountains and attacks the pixie conclave headed by Odile Snowdrop. The conclave is destroyed, and Oberon leads an army of elves and fairies over the mountains. Oberon is killed, and Oberon’s son Ethalar becomes the new Oberon. Titania helps him choose a new Titania before she dies.

I’m in the process of adding all these to the website, which I’ve redesigned. Check it out at

Writing Update

Now that Aradia’s Secret has released, I’m going to take some time and work on world-building. I want to get the history straight in my head so I know where I’m going and why. I also want to actually make some progress on ‘the story that never ends’.

I wrote a Prologue this week that I’m not sure will make it into the final books, but it was a way to get the story straight in my head. It’s below, but it hasn’t been edited. Even so, I would welcome comments and suggestions.

Best wishes!

Lissa Dobbs







Sister Gabrielle Corcoran awoke with a start. She had been dozing in the straight-backed chair that was one of the few pieces of furniture her cell at the Arcana Maximus contained. She stretched, her body aching, and trembled with a chill she couldn’t explain. She moved to the door on tiptoes and cracked it just enough to see if any of the other Sisters, or, worse, the Ibunana, were walking the halls.

The stone corridor was empty. Gabby waited for a moment, just to be sure, for if she was caught sneaking out of the Arcana in the middle of the night, she would be beaten and imprisoned.

With the way clear, Gabby took several deep breaths to steady herself, the she slipped from her cell and out into the night.


Detective Timothy Hawkins trudged through the Warren in the city of Freywater. All around him rose buildings of several stories, made of wood and metal, that, though tall, managed to look squat. His feet missed holes in the cobblestone streets out of habit, for the Warren had been his beat for more than twenty-five years. Though he had risen through the ranks of the Enforcers, he had never been able to secure one of the coveted positions outside of the Warren.

“Once a Warren rat, always a Warren rat,” Timothy muttered as he shivered in a sudden icy breeze, one that cut through his cloak and pierced his bones.

Though Timothy had been with the Enforcers for more than twenty years, his role as a Shadow Walker, one of the champions of the gods, had taken him away from his post too many times for true advancement. He cursed to himself again as he realized just how much he had lost by being a Shadow Walker. It wasn’t a secret; the Shadow Walkers were a recognized force in Grevared, but it wasn’t something he flaunted. And his captain took a dim view of those who had commitments outside the Enforcers.


Northward, in Sangeron, the capital city of the Xaggarene Empire, Daniel Klesko, too, shivered in a breeze that threated to freeze him where he stood. He trembled, his mind desperately trying to grasp what his instinct already knew.

The city was quiet, at least as quiet as Sangeron ever got, for Sangeron was a city that never truly slept. Ladies of the evening plied their trade in corsets laced far too tightly, while others stumbled from frizz dens, taverns, and dark alleys to make their way home with unsteady steps.

Daniel, too, was a Shadow Walker, though he had lost the Stone of Destiny five years before. Now he did nothing but wander the streets of Sangeron, getting food and shelter where he could, his mind a kaleidoscope of past and present that swirled in un-graspable images that defied comprehension.


In the forests of E’ma Thalas, north of the Xaggarene Empire, Illythor, captain of Oberon’s guard, paced back and forth. His elven ears strained for any sound that would explain the disquiet that seeped through his blood, but the only sounds were those of the night creatures moving about the forest. He knew the rumors as well as the next elf; more and more elves were succumbing to the gealtachta na déithe, the madness of the gods. Oberon, himself, had mentioned the rise, and it devastated Titania to see her people succumb.

A rustle to his left brought Illythor’s sword to his hands.

“It’s only me.”

Illythor cursed and huffed out a relieved breath as Ivlisar, his boon companion, joined him on the wall of Oberon’s palace. “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night? Did you piss someone off?”

Ivlisar smiled and shook his head. “Couldn’t sleep.” He stared out over the tops of the trees, their purples, greens, and yellows hidden by darkness. “There’s a fell wind blowing, brother. One that bodes evil for all of us.”

Illythor returned his sword to his sheath and sighed. “Then we’d best be ready.”


Far to the south, across the void, on the edge of the Shizzuria Wasteland, Morgan Harper came awake with a cry. The mechanical owl that sometimes housed the spirit of Abraham chittered softly on her beside table. She cursed and climbed from the bed, her eyes gritty from lack of sleep.

She grabbed her coat from its place by the door and pulled it around her slight frame. With another curse, she opened the door to her small cottage and peered out into the night. Before her lay the streets of Grenvor and the edge of the ice sheets that marked the wasteland. Nothing moved. She searched with both her eyes and her mind for the cause of the disturbance, but she could find nothing.

“What the hell?”

Morgan returned to her home and placed her coat on its hook. She grabbed several lumps of coal from the bucket by the brazier and stoked the fire. She stood in her nightclothes and rubbed her arms to dispel the chill, while her heart ached and longed for something that would never be again. After several moments, she shook off her unease and returned to sleep.


In the untamed chaos of the void, Arianna Henderson leaned against the rail of the Greydawn Spirit. Her feet shifted, one to the other, with a restlessness she couldn’t quite put her finger on, while her eyes scanned the gray nothing before her. Something was coming, she was sure, and she knew she needed to be ready.

“What’s up?” asked Charity Chance, another of the Shadow Walkers aboard the ship.

“Don’t know.” Arianna raised herself and turned to face Charity. “Something’s in the air. I’m restless.”

Charity laughed, her voice deep and rich. “You’re always restless.”

Arianna bit the edge of her thumb and turned to face the void. “This is different.”

Charity shrugged. “I guess we’ll know when it gets here.” Charity motioned to the hatch behind her. “Get some sleep. It’s my watch.”

Arianna nodded and headed below decks to her cabin. Though she tried, she never did fall asleep.


On the other end of Grevared, across the void, in the land of Moirena, Justin Harper shifted in his sleep. He opened bleary eyes to the stone walls of his cell. The chain that bound him to the wall rattled in the quiet of the night, and it took him a moment to realize that he wasn’t in Lemoreal’s bed.

He’d been a slave to the demon Lemoreal for five years now, a slavery he’d entered willingly. Now, he would give his soul, what little was left of it, for his freedom, to regain what he’d thrown away.

He raised himself to a sitting position and reached for the small water skin that was his only sustenance. He took a tiny sip, for he would not be allowed more until Lemoreal chose to reclaim him, and leaned his head against the wall. Something prickled his skin, though he had no idea what it meant. He reached outward with his mind in an attempt to discover what had disturbed him, to sense Morgan and the children they had borne together, but all he could find was the demon.



New Wolf Covers

Those who’ve followed for a while know that I like to play around with things, particularly my book covers. Learning new things is fun, and I’d rather enjoy the process than hire it out, even if it means sacrificing potential sales. That being said, I have a couple of new covers for Wolf in the Shadow, and I would love some opinions on which one to use (or to keep the one I have and toss these).

Best wishes!

Lissa Dobbs


Cover: Wolf in the Shadow
Cover: Wolf in the Shadow


The Story:

Something is killing the good folks of Black Crystal. People are dying, and the remains discovered are unidentifiable. Sheriff Avery Smitherton has no idea what’s going on, so he calls on the Shadow Walkers, for they are experts in weird and expendable.

Timothy Hawkins and Eleanor Hestenfield are awakened in the middle of the night by Justin Harper, their friend and fellow Shadow Walker. After taking the overnight locomotive to Black Crystal, the trio is ready to tackle the threat. But all isn’t what it seems, for the forest holds a secret, one unknown to the citizens of Black Crystal. The Shadow Walkers must now face an undeniable truth that shakes the foundation of their purpose and their friendship, and the thing in the forest becomes the least of their worries.

Writing Update

Well, I’ve managed to finish the edits on Gwennyth. So, yay! I haven’t gotten as much done on other things this week as I’d’ve liked, but there’s always next week.

I have two short stories available for preorder on Amazon. Both are Rise of the Mad Gods. One is the story of Augustus Hopperton, a scavenger who thinks he’s finally found real treasure in the Heap. The other is the story of a slave girl who thinks the voice in her head is her imagination. It’s only when wounds heal and power flows through her that she comes to realize the voice just might be real.

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Best wishes!

Lissa Dobbs


Writing Update

rise-of-the-mad-godsWell, I haven’t gotten as much accomplished as I’d hoped to for my ‘weekend’, but I still have one day left. All the short stories are edited, and the first one is available for pre-order on Amazon. The second one will be available next week.

My plan for today is to get the Gwennyth story edited for what I hope is the final time and have it ready to release soon.

I did manage to get a little more done on the screenplay, so I feel I’ve at least accomplished a little bit. I even managed to get a little more done on the ‘story that never ends’.

Lissa Dobbs

Avoiding Editing

ebook-coverIt’s amazing how much effort I go through to avoid editing when I’m not in the mood to do it. I ran errands, printed the manuscript, and settled down to go through it yet again. Then very promptly picked up my computer and started playing with GIMP.

Those who’ve read for a while know I like to learn things and play around, and today’s activities focused on trying to make a cover for the new book. The title is a working title right now, but it’s still fun to play with the images. My efforts are below. If one looks like it might be the right one, sing out. Please!

Best wishes!

Lissa Dobbs





Writing Update

img_20160428_203226.jpgWell, I’m giving The Journey/Diary of Gwennyth Grimsbane another week before I go back and look at it again, but I am working on a story that prequels Wolf in the Shadow, along with the ‘novel that never ends’.

The story takes place a year or so before Timothy and company visit Black Crystal.  Since there is no longer an afterlife, the souls of the dead tend to build up and have to be periodically disposed of . This is the celebration of Akatha Mabikym. Of course, not everyone agrees that destruction is the best answer, so a wizard tries to interrupt the ceremony. Cooley Cray and Reverend Morgan Nottle (She may not stay in this one. I haven’t decided yet.) have to track down the wizard and deal with him.

I wasn’t happy with the way this one was going, so my not-too-bright self decided I’d give it a shot as a screenplay. I’m not sure how that’s going to turn out or what I’ll do with it, but, hey, it’s something different. We’ll just have to see how it goes.

Best wishes!

Here’s a short excerpt in its raw, unedited stage  (I haven’t even checked for typ0s). There’s still a lot of work to do on it.


The cemetery stretches from the rail line to the shore of Crystal Hand Lake. Lighted jack-o-lanterns sit on every grave, and a rock-ringed bonfire burns in the center. The townsfolk mill about, many in masks, and speak quietly. Tables and baskets of food sit piled at the edge of the cemetery. The spirits of the dead are more prevalent, though it’s clear the townsfolk don’t see them.

Cooley moves among the townsfolk dressed in his simply shirt and trousers. He speaks to some, but he’s paying more attention to the movements of the dead. Fog swirls off the lake and obscures his view.

A bell bongs in the distance. The townsfolk freeze. The bell bongs again, and the townsfolk form a large ring around the fire. Parents grip their children’s hands, and couples move closer to each other.

On the third bong, Reverend Morgan enters with three Brothers and three Sisters. All are wearing dark robes that hide their faces. Reverend Morgan takes her place before the fire. The Brothers line up on her right, and the Sisters line up on her left.

Cooley moves to the back of the crowd but stays where he can see the Reverend and her entourage. He mutters under his breath, and a faint nimbus surrounds him. Cooley disappears from sight, but we continue to watch the ritual as if we were standing with him.

The fog thickens as the Reverend begins to speak. From Cooley’s place, her words are muffled. The Brothers and Sisters join in at points. A vortex of swirling energy appears over the fire. The flames turn from orange to blue. A chill wind blows through the crowd, and they shiver. An agonized wail sounds through the cemetery, one felt as much as heard. The Reverend’s voice grows louder, but so does the wailing. The dead are pulled into the vortex. Several people scream, and some of the children cry. Cooley, though invisible, shudders.

EDILIUS EGLODAM, in a black cloak, his features completely hidden, appears on the other side of the fire. Steel gray bolts of energy shoot from his hands toward the vortex.

ANGLE ON THE VORTEX – The vortex reverses direction, and the dead move away from it.

WIDER – The Reverend continues the ritual, and the wizard continues to oppose her.

Cooley, still invisible, moves among the crowd. He dodges frightened townsfolk until he stands behind the Edilius. Cooley tries to get a look at him, but the hood and the magic prevent it. Cooley grabs Edilius around the neck and pulls backwards. Edilius stumbles backwards, a stray bolt shooting into the sky.

ANGLE ON MORGAN – She renews her efforts, and the vortex resumes its original direction. The dead are pulled into it. An anguished scream echoes across the cemetery, and the townspeople step backwards. It’s obvious some of them want to run away but are resolved not to.

ANGLE ON COOLEY AND EDILIUS – Edilius is on his knees with Cooley, still invisible, behind him. Edilius struggles, but Cooley is bigger, stronger, and more experienced. Edilius snarls at Morgan and disappears. Cooley falls face first into the grass. A barely seen helm, the Helm of Darkness, falls from Cooley’s head and disappears. Cooley is visible.

The woman standing closest to Cooley screams and steps backwards. Cooley jumps to his feet, looking for Edilius. He moves toward the back of the crowd.

The vortex over the bonfire whirls faster, and more and more dead are pulled into it.

The Harmarayon, including GARLAND PRIDDY, a middle-aged man with a rough, rustic look about him, swarm from outside the cemetery. The Harmarayon are even more conservatively dressed than the townsfolk. Most of their clothing is brown, and the women wear long, straight skirts and bonnets. All the men wear hats, and young women have their hair braided.

The Harmarayon fight their way toward the Reverend and her entourage. The sheriff’s deputies do their best to stop them. Cooley dons the Helm of Darkness and, invisible, hurries to protect the Reverend.

ANGLE ON A HARMARAYON TEENAGED GIRL – She pauses in the rush to kick over a jack-o-lantern. The fruit bursts, and the candle goes out. The girl smiles and hurries after the others. A townswoman picks up her small child and holds him close, out of the path of the crazed girl.

ANGLE ON THE SISTERS – A small Harmarayon woman tackles the Sister on the end. The Sister falls and lays still. The Harmarayon woman rises, dusts off her hands, and turns to the other Sisters. Three other women attack the other two Sisters, but these two fight off their attackers, leaving them lying by the fire, and return to their places.

ANGLE ON THE BROTHERS – Several male Harmarayon attack the Brothers. The Brothers fight. The small Harmarayon woman slips in among the men and stabs the Brother on the end in the chest. Cooley, invisible, knocks her backwards. She hits her head on a rock and lays still, eyes staring.

ANGLE ON MORGAN – Several of the townsfolk move to protect the Reverend. They don’t see Cooley standing there with a knife in his hand. Cooley looks at the Reverend to see glazed eyes and moving lips. Her arms are held up in front of her, and her fingers move in intricate patterns.

The sheriff’s men and the male townsfolk round up the Harmarayon. They are held at rifle and sword point. Throughout all this, the Reverend continues the ritual. The vortex swirls and hums. The dead scream. Mothers hold their children close, and fathers stand protectively over their families. A wind rushes through the cemetery and extinguishes some of the candles in the jack-o-lanterns. The vortex collapses. The blue fire returns to orange. The townsfolk breathe a collective sigh of relief and move off to get the tables and the food. A few of the men remove the Harmarayon woman’s body.

Cooley ‘removes’ the Helm of Darkness’ and appears beside Morgan. He ignores the gasps from the people nearby. He stands ready to catch her, but Morgan simply shakes her head and blinks a few times. She pushes back her hood and hurries to the fallen Brother.

ANGLE ON MORGAN – The Brother lays on his back with a knife sticking from his chest. Blood soaks his gray shirt. Morgan closes his eyes and bends her head. Her shoulders shake from sobs. A single tear falls from her cheek to land on the Brother’s chest. Cooley approaches from behind. Morgan dries her eyes and stands. Several townswomen approach and offer comfort.

Avery approaches Cooley, his hat in his hands.



(looking at the bound Harmarayon)

Well, that went better than expected. (beat) Didn’t see you being much help, though.


Avery motions for his men to lead the Harmarayon away, and Cooley leads him away from the Reverend.




Rounding up unruly townsfolk isn’t my job. You know that. (motions toward Morgan) She had the dead well in hand.


Some of the townsfolk set up tables and place a large side of beef on a spit on the fire. Others set up tables and cover them with food. Lanterns are lit to cut the darkness.



What about that guy who disappeared?



I’ll need to talk to the Harmarayon. (sighs) The wizard was one of theirs.



Well, I can’t hold all this lot all night.



I’ll be along shortly. I need to speak with the Reverend first. She’ll be able to tell me at least a little about the wizard.



Fine. Just don’t be all night about it.


Avery heads off back toward town. Cooley approaches Morgan, who is now composed. The women have moved off, and DR. WINNIFRED FEASPETAL kneels beside the first Sister attacked. She checks the bandage covering a gash in the Sister’s head and moves away with several men carrying the Brother’s body.