“Good books don’t give up all their secrets at once.” ― Stephen King

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When I first started writing out the story for ‘Daylight’ which is the first book in the No Death for the Wicked series, it was for a Halloween anthology dedicated to a charity. It was meant to be a short story with a limited word count and a wonderful opportunity to write with so many talented writers. As most now know the story has evolved and I am currently writing book 2 Midnight. As soon as I am finished with Midnight I will announce the release date, which I’m hoping will be sometime next month.

It is the ultimate challenge, writing a book with balance. As an author, I want to write a book that is capturing, intriguing and brings you along as my characters live out their lives. But here’s the thing with my writing, I write what the characters show me, they are the ones that take me down the writing path. I follow their lead.  Do I want to be an author that is too easy? Predictable or boring? Well I certainly hope not, but do I want to give up everything to you in the first book? No, I don’t. I want you to desire for more, to have unanswered questions that stick with you and allow the secrets not yet whispered into your ear to bring you along as the full story unfolds, whether it’s one stand alone book or a series.

Daylight, my first book in the No Death for the Wicked series, is a great example of this. I understand that my readers are open minded, thought provoking, and intelligent.  So, I don’t fill my book with explanations of why a Reaper (Graham) and a young vampire (Mattie) have an instant attraction. Book two, Midnight, will bring more of this to light and book three, (Untitled) will wrap it up.

I also don’t dive into much of the backstory of Mattie or Graham because the first book is more of a discovery into who they are right now. How they handle themselves in different situations. What are their boundaries, or restrictions? What are their strengths or weaknesses?

There is so much in Daylight that can be expanded on, and that’s the fun part of a series. Why was Mattie so stuck in being young?  How did Mattie’s Mother Dearest control and use her? Why is Graham so thunderstruck with Mattie? Why can’t Mattie get enough of Graham? What’s the deal with the serum Daylight? How is the serum made? What’s the rest of the world like outside of Solace? Are there other vampires out there? How does Pandora fit into the picture going forward? Or does she? Why wasn’t Krew a truly evil bastard? Was he really meant to be the villain or just someone representing the other side?

All of these questions and much more are set into Daylight for a reason. The answers are my secrets. Secrets to be whispered to you as you read along with the rest of the series. And that’s the real trick isn’t it? In Midnight you’ll find out more about the questions above, more secrets will rise up too. The one thing you can rest assured is that I will always wrap up my books with a nice little bow at the end so that you’re not left hanging.

 

Midnight coming soon…

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Another tale from the Deadwood town…

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Copyright © 2015 Karli Rush

If you haven’t had the chance to read The House  then, here’s your chance… book 1 is free this weekend only!  Amazon link

Deadwood Diner –  part 1 

Words have no power to impress the mind

Without the exquisite horror of their reality.

 

– Edgar Allen Poe

I step off the Greyhound bus and the moment my black military issued boots hit the ground, I breathe in the late autumn air. I roll my stiff shoulders back and rub out the cramped soreness from my aching neck, fifteen months in Iraq and I’m finally just an hour and a half away from home. Back, from my extensive journey, my latest military stint and it’s almost hard to believe. It’s too good to be true that I can actually feel the good ol’ country like I did back when I was younger, before I enlisted and now, I need this break. I’ve dedicated everything to my one ambitious goal, and raised my rank to Sergeant first class with ten years of hard ballbusting work. Deployed more times than I can even count and now, it’s time to relax.

Joining the Army was something I’d set my ever-lovin’ sights on since I was a boy. My grandfather and my father were both die-hard U.S. Army soldiers, and they both strictly ingrained in me ‘Be All You Can Be’ from day one. Living in a town like Waynesville, there’s not a whole lot of options, for anyone really, nearest college is, here, in Deadwood. Random managed gas stations and remodeled churches sprout up more or less on every block. I never saw myself growin’ up to be someone wiping windshields and pumping gas as a lifelong career, and I certainly never thought I’d walk a saintly path to wear the fine untarnished shoes of a preacher. At one point in my high school years I had thought long and hard about going to college here, like so many others, but like I said, to serve my country was deep-seated in me, in my soul well before I could even utter the words ‘Affirmative’.

I swing my Army green duffel bag over my right shoulder and take in the old timey diner. A few cars scatter here and there along the dimly lit parking lot. A bright neon green sign hangs bravely and boldly outside –Open— inviting anyone and everyone inside. I’m expecting a buddy of mine to meet me here tonight. I’ll hitch a ride with him to Waynesville. Funny how a hometown can give you the comforts of family, friends, and familiarity. But, in this small town there is no familiarity, it’s always felt like that song by the Eagles, ‘You can check out any time you like—but, you can never leave…’  My eyes graze over the red faded pickup and unfamiliar cars I realize my buddy is not here. Not yet, anyway.

Traveling down here on the back of the bus, I watched and took note of the town signs that would pass by, reading the population stats on each one. But this town, Deadwood, didn’t have a population status. I glance around and straighten the cap on my head debating. I sure could use a bite to eat, maybe, just maybe, the food here doesn’t taste anything like Army grub. I find myself striding quickly toward the diner, my stomach grumbling, knowing soon, it’s fixin to sample some good ol’ home-cooking. A homey robust smell of deep-fried foods and handmade pies breathes about as I near the doors. Above the brilliant neon green sign flickers eerily the name of the diner. The words Ma and Pa’s looks burnt out and shadowed by the rustic metal overhang. Almost like someone wanted to hide it.

An elderly man carrying a red and white checkered take-out bag hums by me, he throws a wordless nod my way and I return the gesture. I hold the door making sure no one else is accompanying him. His demeanor has me at ease with the place, light on his feet and grinning like he’s carrying the next winning lottery ticket. Makes me want to tell the waitress ‘I’ll have whatever he’s having’ and motion toward him. I take a seat at a vintage styled barstool.

“What will it be, sugar?” the waitress asks shoving a pair of black horned rimmed glasses along the bridge of her narrow nose. She matches the theme of the diner with her pinned up hairdo and old-school bold red lips.

“I’ll take a cup of coffee, ma’am,” I reply receiving the one page menu from her.

“Comin’ right up,” she spouts with a flirty smile and spins off in the other direction. The rise of lively chatter hovers in the midst of the late-night patrons, it isn’t bothersome, a laugh or a turn from a newspaper now and again. The sun has been down for hours now, and I get the feeling that most of these people in here are regulars. A weighty middle-aged man sits at the far end of the counter his judging eyes meet mine, he shifts his view to his plate like I would walk over and abduct his nightly addiction. I drift my own eyes easily away when I hear the jukebox on the other side start to play.

“You like Creedence Clearwater Revival?” a man, in a pair of dingy overalls sitting beside me asks. He scratches at the graying whiskers camouflaging his thin mouth, the fork drops from his hand as he pushes his empty plate away.

“I’ve heard a few of their songs,” I reply mildly, withholding my own childhood memories for my dad’s love of CCR. Listening to their songs repetitively one learns a few songs by heart naturally. But one song I knew to leave him alone was ‘Bridge Over Trouble Water’ by Simon and Garfunkel, never knew what stirred the multitude of emotions in him whenever that particular song played because he wasn’t the type of man to show emotions. I drift off to the memory peering around the corner of the crinkly wallpapered dining room, a bottle of booze sitting on the table as the vinyl seventy-eight record spins on the turntable. Being so young at the time I had no grasp on the lyrics, what they meant, why he listened to it, or what meaning behind it had held for him. I snap out of my past and glance over to the guy in the overalls as he taps the counter with his calloused large hands.

“This song here…” He thumbs toward the old jukebox and says, “…was her song, my wife’s name was Mary Lou. She could cook the best daggum pecan pies, I swear!” He slaps the palm of his hand down and grins the biggest grin.

“It’s a good one,” I respond, watching amused with the look on his aging face. His bushy eyebrows scrunch together as his grin gets even bigger. He reminds me of the actor John Goodman, just older. And I catch the reference in tenses when he spoke of his wife. I don’t ask, it’s none of my business but it tells me why he’s here, eating at a late night diner, alone.

“So… what’s the special?” I ask pointing at the substandard budget menu. The perky waitress flips the coffee cup around and sits it upright on the tiny saucer and begins to pour my coffee.

“All of it’s good,” the man in overalls sitting next to me offers. He quirks his head to the side and adds, “Maybe not my Mary Lou’s but it’s worth its while.”

“All right then, I’ll have the cheeseburger, fries and a glass of ice water too.”

“You want the fixin’s?” the waitress quizzes while she jots down my order.

“Yeah.”

“You better save some room for our house special, Lemon meringue pie, ya hear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I hand her the tissue thin menu back and pick up my coffee cup. Testing it before I take a sip. It’s not scalding hot, but it’s damn sure strong. I cough a little, tryin’ to soothe the harsh stale taste down. I edge the coffee back to its saucer as she struts toward the kitchen area hollering out my order.

“Walk a cow through the garden, on a rail, and one on the city.” She clamps her ticket on the order wheel and winks back at me. And then she busies herself setting up another table across from us on the side of the counter.

“So, you home on leave or somethin’?” the man asks and drags his fingers around the wiry whiskers along his beardy mouth. He pulls his large sizeable hand out from underneath his other stout arm and extends it toward me. “Name’s Raymond Thomson, but everyone around here calls me, Ray.”

I grip his hand firmly with my right hand and find myself surprised when I realize his grip isn’t like steel. It’s a considerate handshake, not tryin’ to prove anything.

“Nice to meet you, Ray. I’m Jason Knight,” I give him a small salute and add, “I guess you could say I’m between duty stations right now.”

A noticeable twinkle in his mousy eyes shimmer like a new dawn’s day as he says, “How long you been in the Army?”

“I joined as soon as I graduated high school, so… it’s been about ten years. You know what they say, stick with what you love doing,” I explain as the gum-smackin’ waitress plops my plate of food in front of me.

“You needing anything else, sugar?”

I scratch the side of my temple and glance over the palatable food and shake my head. “No, ma’am, I think that’s it.” I peer up and inadvertently meet hers. They’re soft, but kinda drained like she’s had a few hard years workin’ over-time. With her out-of-date specs it conceals somewhat the heavy lines underneath her whiskey colored eyes. Matter of fact, no one in this diner looks inexperienced in life by any means.

“You have family here or close by?” Ray wrangles out as he fumbles with some change in the center of his oversize palm.

“I do, some cousins and an aunt up in Waynesville. I grew up there, so, it’s still home to me,” I remark adding a shake of salt to the home fries and dump a hefty glob of Heinz ketchup on them. He slides a dull simple quarter across the space between us and nods toward the silent jukebox.

“On me, it’s my small way of sayin’ thanks for you putting your life out there for the sake of our beautiful country.” He pats my upper arm like a gentle giant and the second I move my perplexed gaze from the coin, he shoves it inside my hand. Urging me to accept his offer. I hop off the barstool without a fuss and leave my plate, my stomach complaining with each boot pounding step. I reach the marbelized plastic jukebox and stand, reading the list of songs. I stare back over my shoulder strangely, he wasn’t kidding about likin’ CCR because there wasn’t one song listed that wasn’t sung by Creedence. I shrug and slip the quarter in and press the button for ‘Bad Moon Rising’.

I’m not sure why I picked it, I liked it well enough, and it was listed at the top. I guess I just wanted to appease the man so I could hurry the hell up and eat. He taps his brown clad foot in time with the beat and grins approvingly. The song only lasts for a couple of minutes and then two more songs roll out, two that I didn’t pick. ‘Run through the Jungle’ belts out right after ‘Hello Mary Lou’, I keep my eyes downward and focus on my burger.

“I bet you’ve seen your fair share of…” Ray starts to grumble out but his prying words drop away as soon as a young woman stumbles inside the diner.

To be continued…

The Elemental Powers of Crescent Bound’s world

In the beginning, and please know this is relative, beginnings happen all the time.  In this instance I am speaking of a beginning.  One in which true magick is introduced to the world and a race of beings are born through its mating with nature.

At the time of this beginning there were four sisters, two sets of twins.  Their names have long been misplaced in time.  The sisters lived as wild and free as any ever have.  One day the sisters came across a cave, the cave lead to a hidden realm.  In the center of this realm was a grand garden and in the center of the garden was a pool of water.  Beside the pool sat an old woman with solid white hair.  She stirred the water in the pool with a white stick and chanted in a language the sisters could not understand.

“Where are we?”  the first one asked.

“Who are you?” asked the second.

“Why do you stir the pool?” asked the third, but the fourth sister remained silent.

The old woman smiled at the silent one and said, “Answer your sisters questions, because you know already about this place and why you are here.”

The silent one tells her sisters that she had dreamt of this place and also mating with the earth and that she would not be allowed to mate without the balance being met.  So, each of the sisters will have to mate with earth as well.  The sisters agreed and reached into the pool to retrieve natures mate for them.

The first opened her hand and held a white stone that crumbled and then spiraled into wind.  The second sister opened her hand to see a solid blue stone which turned into water but remained in the shape of the stone.  The third opened her hand and the red stone became fire but did not burn her.  The fourth opened her hand  to see a moss-covered stone that began glowing green.

You are no longer human sisters, you have become the keepers of nature and protectors of the gates between this realm and many others.  When you mate with another, they must be of your kind.  The world has a new race, one that will be the stewards of the garden of life in which you now stand.  Drink of the water of life and harm none in your endeavors.  Live free and love, protect the earth, protect your mate whether of nature or life.  Go now my defenders and prosper.

Since this beginning we have been among you, living, loving and protecting.

Copyright © 2014 Karli Rush

New Release by Laken Cane!!!

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Rune Alexander wants to get through her days doing her job, which is protecting the humans against the myriad of supernatural creatures, known as Others, who exist uneasily in a human’s world. But she is unstable and damaged. She realizes how broken she is even as she continues to submit to the unspeakable things her lover does to her, craving desperately the strange peace she finds in the aftermath.

When she discovers things are not as they seem and a faceless human is torturing the supernatural groups in her city, she and her crew must break the rules and begin to protect the Others from the humans.

But as the darkness inside her becomes stronger and she ends up on the wrong side of a battle she must not lose, who will save Rune from herself?

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Shadow Bound – Book 4 (Prequel to the Crescent Bound Series)

Some things in life become long overdue.  In writing, I like to say the long anticipated addition to the series.  This is the last line I wrote today.  “The End”  So, you know what that means? No, it is not being published yet. Rounds of editing are due up next. Will it be out in August?  I certainly hope so. I even will go as far as to think so. Can I promise you? Nope, but we can hope and anticipate together now, because as of tomorrow it is out of my hands and into the editor’s.

This novel was quite a challenge for me on so many different levels. It pushed me to nosedive right into a medieval type world, and build my own fictitious nature to it.  I hope that everyone will enjoy it and fall in love with the world I created. I want you to relive Marcus’s past life.  I originally wrote the Crescent Bound series thinking I was writing about Alyssa and her life.  I have now learned that it may be more about Marc and his life and discoveries than I ever thought before. This novel should shed some light on that note for you.

Since I promised in blood to have this one out in July, I owe you all some blood.  I will be bleeding for you with updates right here on my blog.

Here is a little something to wet your appetite.

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My inspiration for King Landalin

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The Seer and Witch, Marda, that fell in love with prince Landalin in their youth

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The Seer and Shadow Walker – Alissa (aka Alyssa)

*The meaning behind her name – The spelling of her name was formed from a plant called the alyssum flower, in a time they had  thought it would cure madness. *

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King Marcus and Alissa

***I highly recommend reading this series in order, Demon Bound (book 3) is definitely a must before diving into this book, it will make sense of why and how this story is revealed.***

As promised I will keep updated posts on here and hopefully soon I will have  the book trailer for you!

Release date set for Pine Needles – Book one in the Veil Realms series

I have had several questions in regard to the final two books in the Crescent Bound Series. I know everyone is anxiously waiting  for Shadow Bound and Ice Bound and if everything goes as planned (crossing fingers and toes) we should see them out this Summer. I want to give a little insight about Pine Needles and why it’s making an appearance now. I completely believe in a writer’s muse, and yes, I know some may not. So, I’m only speaking from my point of view on this, but when a story comes to me it drives me nuts until I have the chance to type it all out. Sometimes it’s simply a scene or two, but last year I saw this image and the story completely unfolded for me, from beginning to end.

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The world I created in Pine Needles is so different that it stretched my own imagination. Nothing is stable, everything is always changing and evolving.  I allowed  the characters Rayden and Selene to tell their own story without inhibitions, or censorship. It is an adventure story of survival and that in itself affects ones life, love, and loyalty.  If you like sci-fi Dystopian adventure novels, then this one might be for you.

So… are we ready for this? I think so.

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May 25, 2013


 

The New and Upcoming…

I haven’t had a chance to connect much on my blogs lately. I am here now to give you the scoop on all the new and upcoming novels I am working on. With my Vampire novel, Daylight, out (my newest release available on Amazon).  I can redirect my focus back to Shadow Bound (the 4th book in the Crescent Bound Series). We have just recently designed the cover as well as Ice Bound’s cover, yes, I said ‘Ice Bound’!

Ice Bound will be the final installment of the series and it will be in Marc’s point of view. I’ve had several questions regarding certain aspects in Crescent Bound and I promise all will be revealed in time. And who better than Marc for that task.

I would like to add the covers and announce that they will be on Goodreads soon… with a pending due date.

Pine Needles – Book One in The Veil Realm Series

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Pine Needles Blurb

Sindale, a city devastated by a ravaging earthquake, pulverizing the lives of many. Separating, and dividing families, changing the reality as they once knew it. Sixteen thousand men, women, and children will forever be affected, but none as gravely as Rayden and Selene.
A couple endlessly in love will struggle with their own battles, one against chaos and madding riots and the other… a nightmarish unearthly realm. Splitting the serene town in two by a mysterious confining veil, the boundaries are set and their mortal lives are at stake. What will it take to keep one’s own sanity, humanity, and one’s only love?

Shadow Bound

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Shadow Bound Blurb

Two Kings, One Seer who holds the fate of two kingdoms in her hands. Loyalty or Love, she must choose, for Alyssa can not have both.  The King of Anvil is determined to keep an ancient curse at bay, even if it means betraying his own heart for the sake of survival. The King of Ulric has no qualms in pursuing his heart’s desire. These peaceful kingdoms stand on the verge of turmoil, betrayal and destruction over the heart of a young Seer. Who will win, who will survive? Only the Shadows know.

Ice Bound

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Ice Bound Blurb

Marcus Colten is living the perfect life, high school football star and dating the head cheerleader. He is popular, skilled in athletics and from a wealthy family. The football team he quarterbacks for just won their first district championship.  Marc doesn’t show it, but he is being haunted. Orphaned at the early age of two, he has ghostly memories of a past that makes his flawless model life feel out of place and then there are the illusive dreams. Visions of someone that relentlessly possess his nights. What does it all mean? Where will it all lead? This time, he’s not the one that is at the top of the game.

I’m really looking forward in concluding The Crescent Bound Series and sad at the same time. I will reveal more of the Veil Realm series soon with my cast.   I want to leave you with a little snippet of the Veil Realm Series.

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