Originally posted by Renee Scattergood:
Welcome to another Friday Author Spotlight! This week Diane Morrison is here to tell us about her novel, Homefront, which is part of the On the Horizon Bundle. She’ll also be sharing an excerpt from her book, so keep reading!
Diane Morrison lives with her partners in Vernon, BC, where she was born and raised. She likes pickles and bluegrass, and hates talking about herself. An avid National Novel Writing Month participant and gaming geek, she is proudly Canadian and proudly LGBTQ. She is currently managing the official SFWA YouTube channel, where she gets to interview some of her favourite authors and other interesting people in the SFF field. Under her pen name “Sable Aradia” she is a successful Pagan author, a musician, and a professional blogger. After a lifetime of putting the needs of her family first, she is striking out to become what she always wanted to be; a speculative fiction writer.Connect with the Author
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A collection of 22 Fantasy and Science Fiction full novels from an international cast of bestselling authors. This action-packed boxset features strong-willed individuals in unusual and exciting settings. Encounter queens, witches, wizards, werewolves, shifters, angels, dragons, or shadowy nemeses. Stories are character driven and set in worlds with low or no technology. You will follow their journeys to discover magical worlds, encounter dystopian lands, space stations, and galaxies they never dreamed of before their adventures. Join us On the Horizon for these deadly and dangerous quests filled with thrilling action and adventure!
Homeland:
They were the ones left behind, but war affects everyone.
Picking up the pieces of their shattered lives, the family and loved ones of a space pilot killed in the War discover a terrible threat to their homeworld. Can they unite their divided planet in time to save it?
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Keep reading for an excerpt from Horizon:
Battle in the Sky
Never has Narissa seen so many ships in Peridot’s sky. Elven, human, and gnomish vessels alike, from tiny launches to lumbering gnomish steamcraft, are sailing into the air in small clouds like insect swarms, gleaming like jewels in the setting sun, and then shrinking until the stars they have become wink out. Yet perhaps twenty Avalonian Navy ships hover in the visible gloaming like a swarm of lethal butterflies, with their mother-ship, the Arianrhod’s Pride, at the center of the swarm. Their silhouettes are barely visible – ghostly outlines against the darkening blue – except that the Arianrhod’s Pride splays the fiery oranges and pinks of sunset along her giant crystalline wings, a lepidopterid moon.
“But where will I find you?” Laeroth’s mother demands as they usher her up the gangway of the tradesman that will carry her to safety.
“I’ll find you, Mother,” Laeroth promises her. “Likely Glimmerfell, maybe Arianrhod. Now go, before it’s too late.”
She insists on kissing him on the cheek and in hugging Narissa. “Bring him back to me,” she commands, before the dwarven ship captain takes her shoulder and firmly guides her up the gangplank. “Don’t overstay your welcome,” he advises the two young elves as he nods to his crew to haul in the gangway. “Cast off!” he roars; and they watch the tradesman swim into the sky like the giant fish it resembles, with Laeroth’s mother leaning over the rail.
“You think she’ll be okay?” Laeroth asks.
“She’ll be fine,” Narissa reassures him. She takes his hand and gives it an encouraging squeeze.
“Look there!” cries Professor Nylyn as he jabs a small white finger at the sky. “It’s starting!”
Just visible as pulses of light, the elven ships fire their rail guns at the ominous new red stars appearing like omens of woe in the gathering darkness of twilight. The stars fire back with supernova firecrackers. The Fomorian Fleet has arrived, and those silent flashes are all they can see of the life-and-death conflict that will save or damn their world.
Narissa locks Laeroth’s hand in a white-knuckled vice. His rapier gleams at his hip and the peace knot is broken. The hand that is not clasping hers hovers near its bejeweled hilt, as if to threaten the invaders. Will this be the end of their story?
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