I’m T.K. Anthony, and I’m thrilled to be a hosting author for the Brigade’s Midsummer Blog Hop.
My first novel, “Forge: Book I of the Thrall Web Series” will be out as an ebook on July 13th! You’ll be able to get it at Amazon or at Decadent Publishing.
In ancient days, maids gathered St. John’s wort on Midsummer Eve’s, hoping to divine the identity of their future husband. Youths would leap through the flames of the watchfires, set to ward away evil spirits—a test of courage, a call to the gods for good luck.
These days, the closest source of light may be the glow of our computers, laptops, tablets, or smartphones. But however you accessorize it…the basic humanity remains the same. Leaping through our cyber-portals, we undertake journeys of great distances, coming together to celebrate a genre that defies space and time, playing with culture and mores…only to reveal the vast landscape of the human heart, where love, courage, and a little bit of luck still matter.
In the spirit of the occasion, you have a couple of opportunities to try your own luck:
1. Enter the SFR Brigade Midsummer Blog Hop Contest by leaving your comment with email address at the end of this post. All comments must be made on June 22nd.
2. The same comment on my post will enter you into a drawing for “Forge” in your preferred eformat, and a $10 gift card from Amazon.com. Good luck, everyone!
Good luck is in short supply for the hero of “Forge,” Tazhret. When the book opens, his luck comes only in the hard variety. Tazhret was discovered hung over and crashed down from the illegal hallucinogen that stripped his memory, leaving behind visions of dire enslavement in chains. Convicted of vagrancy and sentenced to indentured servitude on the colony planet Forge, Tazhret lives out his dark dreams. Chain-hobbled and laboring under the whip of his abusive master, he wonders if another of his visions might be true: a beautiful woman who whispers to him he is not “nameless.” He has a good name. A good life. Tazhret endures, surviving on hope and the scraps of kindness thrown him by his master’s mate. When another human shows up, Tazhret thinks his luck might have changed at last. Or, maybe not…
The wagon compartment was hot, dusty…and far more cramped than the shed. Tazhret sagged in the grip of his chains, too weak even to laugh at his delusions of hope. Even she was silent, although he felt her presence like a prayer for mercy. He twisted his wrists in his shackles. Apparently, Trinity didn’t listen to her prayers, either. The dark gods of the Xern, the Te, were toying with him. Or Trinity’s angels were visiting new punishment upon him for the depravity of sins he couldn’t even remember. Oh, Trinity…. The wagon trundled forward, taking him away from the Paggett Farmhold. Away from Zinderz Paggett—and away from Holdwife Sarvy. The frying pan looks pretty good when you’re in the fire. The depth of his despair swallowed even his bitter prayer.
Blurb and another excerpt here.