Storm's come back and brought Blake with her; he's the main character of her new book Few Are Chosen. They're going to sit and chat, then she's brought an excerpt to share, and she tops it all off with a giveaway.
Nothin' but fun!
Storm's visits rock. Hard.
'k. Now I shush up, and give the Place over to Storm. Welcome back m'dear. :D
*enter Storm & Blake*...
So Blake. I understand you’re the
Chosen One. Is that
Well, duh. I’m Blake St. Blake. Raised by the Order of the Keep to be the true soldier of good. I protect the innocent without them ever knowing.
Without them knowing? That must be hard on you. You risking your life and never getting the recognition or rewards.
Yeah, dude. I would like the props, but that’s the job description. I keep the world safe.
I understand you went up against your first demon recently. Tell us a little about that.
My mentor, I mean Hadley, told me where to find it. There were, like, portals and signs, you know. So I went to the cemetery to meet it. It was way slimy and creepy, but I knew no fear in my heart of hearts. I approached it, giving it fair warning I was going to slay its hairy ass: “Fear me, oh spawn of Satan. For I am Blake St. Blake and I have come to return you to Hell!”
That’s quite a long speech. It stood still for that?
I had to slow my charge down to a trot to get all that in before I actually got to the demon.
And I understand, also, that you discovered you weren’t the only
One. In fact, there are Chosen Ones of different types all over the world.
Yeah, but I’m the only Chosen Warrior in this neck of the woods. I defend my assigned territory. And let me tell you downtown
is a heck of a
territory to defend. Detroit
What about the other local
Chosen One? I hear he got in your way
and prevented you from killing the demon.
Well, yeah, at first. But then I got to know Shadow and he’s cool. Since he’s a Chosen One Wizard and I’m a Chosen One Warrior, we actually work pretty well together. We complicate each other.
I think you mean complement, Blake.
Well, he is pretty cute.
No, not compliment… never mind. You and Shadow get along okay.
Why? Who told you? We were just stuck in the crypt till Shadow recouped his powers and blasted us out of there. See, that’s what I mean about complimenting each other. Complementing. Whatev. So, like, nothing happened between us, okay?
Okay. Okay. Me think thou doth protest too much, but never mind. Next question. So you don’t resent working with Shadow?
Resent? OMG, no way, dude. Shadow is awesome. He’s smart and funny, and has these great spells. And his lips are soft and his hands know just what to do and… Wait. What was the question again?
Didn’t you used to talk in flowery, high-fantasy speech full of thees and thines?
Yeah, well. I might have watched Lord of the Rings a few too many times. But that’s what happens when you’re raised in a protected environment. It’s not like Jefferson High offered Swordsmanship 101 or anything. Besides, this is how Shadow talks and it’s for reals, dog. Or is that cat? Anyway, he’s cool.
I think that’s all we have time for today, Blake. Thanks so much for stepping out of your story world to be with us here today at Amara’s Place.
No problem. Anytime. Next time, I’ll bring Shadow, too. It’s a date.
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Storm Grant Bio: Storm Grant is a writer of short and long tales, her work spanning both genres and genders. Storm's stories offer titillation and merriment, and in a few cases, horror. In the last few years, she’s published with MLR, Torquere, Phaze, Blood Bound Books, eXessica, Amber Quill, and Riptide Publishing.
Storm Grant (also writing as Gina X. Grant)
FEW ARE CHOSEN by Storm Grant
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
eBook release: Feb 20 2012
eBook formats: pdf, mobi, html, epub
Word count: ~12,000
Page count: ~40
Heat Wave: On-screen, mildly explicit love scenes
Sparksfly between virgin teenage demon hunters when the Chosen One turns out to be… the ChosenTwo?
Apprentice warrior Blake St. Blake is the Chosen One, raised by an ancient order to defend the world against evil. Well, maybe not the whole world, but at least his neighborhood in downtown
When a dreaded reflux demon is sighted in a local cemetery, Blake is sent off to his very first battle, armed with his sword, his super-senses, his black leather duster, and a few well-rehearsed one-liners.
But another Chosen One gets in Blake’s way—an apprentice wizard named Shadow. While the boys argue about who’s the more chosen of the two, the demon escapes.
Blake wants to be angry, but it turns out he and Shadow have a lot in common. Besides, Shadow’s pretty cute, and Blake can’t help but think that the wizard’s skills (and hands and lips and other bits) might make the perfect complement to his. Blake and Shadow are brave enough to challenge the reflux demon in a second battle, but will they have the courage to tell each other how they feel?
Crouching low, I followed the noise toward the huge mausoleum in the middle of the graveyard. A massive demon stood before the crypt. It was like no demon I’d ever seen before. Okay, I’d never seen one alive before. The tomes and scrolls I’d studied did not do justice to my evil foe in the flesh.
Its eyes bulged from its toad-like head, which swiveled about, searching for prey. I stepped further back into the shadows. It sniffed at the air, its noseless nostrils hairy and moist. Where its bare flesh poked out of its clothing, its pink skin rippled as if walnut-sized parasites roamed beneath it. It raised a giant ax. For a moment I thought the ax was its hand, until the clouds drifted aside and moonlight illuminated filthy clawed fingers wrapped around the ax handle.
An awful grating sound echoed from the depths of its flabby belly, sending a wave of flame and noxious fumes on its putrid breath. I tried not to cough, reining in my enhanced sense of smell. It pursed its puffy red lips and horked. Where the spit landed, the earth sizzled. Only one type of demon belched fire and spit acid: the dreaded reflux demon!
According to my studies, the reflux was a crafty son of a bitch. It’d be no easy prize to be won with a few sword strokes and a witty one-liner.
I felt my phone buzz against my hip, but chose to ignore it. I knew it’d be Hadley calling to remind me not to engage.
But how could I not? Who knew when I’d get another chance? Or how much damage the reflux would do before I could dispatch it?
I rose from my half-crouch, a war cry gathering in my throat. My balls once again surged upward. Ignoring my scaredy-cat testicles, I took a deep breath, raised my sword, and rushed at it.
“Fear me, oh spawn of Satan. For I am Blake St. Blake and I have come to return you to Hell!”
I had to slow my run a bit to get that all out before I arrived.
A flicker of movement caught my eye, but it was too late for me to stop my charge.
Another creature sprang from the darkness, weapon at the ready, crying, “Yo, asswipe. I’m gonna rip off your head and spit down your throat!”
I ground to a halt in front of the confused demon. And honestly, I was as confused as it was. I didn’t know which one to smite: the ax-wielding, acid-spitting, fire-belching demon, or this other thing, cloaked in dark cloth and brandishing a glowing stick.
Play The Name Game for FEW IS CHOSEN and win a copy of ALL THREE of these entertaining books from Storm Grant’s backlist: Gym Dandy, Shift Happens, and Tart and Soul. (Two full-length novels and a novella!)
1. What is Shadow’s real first name? ___ ___ ___ ___
2. What is Shadow’s mentor’s first name? ___ ___ ___ ___ ___
3. What is the name of the Order that raised and trained Blake? The Order of the ___ ___ ___ ___
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One grand prize winner will be selected March 5th.
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