Saturday, March 16, 2013

Ghost and Ghouls of Japan by James Calbraith--And Giveaway!

Title: The Shadow of Black Wings
Series: The Year of the Dragon #1
Author: James Calbraith
Genre: Fantasy, Historical Fantasy, Epic Fantasy, Alternate History,
Publisher: Flying Squid
Format: Ebook and Paperback
Length: 70000 words
Purchase: Amazon |

Book Description:

"Fast paced and full of energy"

--Adrian Tchaikovsky, author of the Shadows of the Apt

 "This manuscript is full of highly crafted detail that will make readers shiver at times with fear and delight ... a familiar yet highly original fantasy that is a worthwhile read."

-- Publishers Weekly

"The real-world cultures are incredibly well-researched and truthful, and yet well-balanced with the fantasy elements. An intriguing and impressive series."

-- Ben Galley, author of the Emaneska Series

 
Ghosts and Ghouls of Japan

My books are set in a fantasy world filled with supernatural creatures from the Japanese folklore. I’d like to share some of the lore of these mystical beings with the readers of this blog. 

The supernaturals of Japan can be broadly divided into two categories: the Yūrei, or Ghosts, and the Yōkai, or Demons.

YŪREI: the name means “Faint Souls”, and the term describes the lost souls or spirits (reikon) which have been prevented from reaching peaceful afterlife and are forced to haunt our world. Usually it is because they have been killed in a violent manner, or the funeral rites have not been performed properly.

There are many types of these ghosts in folklore. The following are some of the most popular:

Onryō – a ghost of vengeance, returned to our world to right a wrong done to it before death.

Ubume – a mother who died in childbirth, protecting its children in the afterlife

Goryō – vengeful ghost of an aristocrat who had been killed unlawfully

Funayūrei – a sea ghost, of a human who died at sea, often half-transformed into a fish

Zashiki-Warashi – the mischevious ghosts of children

Jikininki – ghosts of greedy humans, who are cursed to eat human corpses at night

Ikiryō – a special case, this is the spirit of a man who is still alive, but is so angry and vengeful that their spirit has left the body in search of a victim to haunt.

YŌKAI – the name can be roughly translated as “Mysterious Apparition”. These are creatures which have a more physical form than the Yurei, and are not connected to the dead souls.

Obake (or Henge): A great category of beings, the shape-shifters, who can often take on human forms, or indeed, any form it wishes. Many wild animals of Japan are said to possess this ability; in stories, they usually play the roles of tricksters. The most widely recognized Obake include: Kitsune, the magic foxes (white in their true form), who serve the Goddess Inari; Tanuki, raccoon-dogs, famed for the ability to stretch their testicles; Mujina badgers, Hebi snakes and Okami wolves.

Some cats and dogs can also change their forms, especially if they are found in service of the Gods or wizards; these shape-shifting creatures are called, respectively, Bakeneko and Inugami. Finally, the spirits of the sacred trees, called Kodama, can also take on hman form, usually that of an old man.

Oni: the giant ogres living in the mountains, the Oni have been variously called Japanese demons, devils or trolls. Having crossed into our world through the kimon gate, the Oni terrorize the villages, eating humans and destroying crops. Although they too can change shape to some limit, their popular appearance is that of a terrible giant with bull’s horns, tiger fangs and claws, and tiger-skin loincloth, armed with an iron-studded mace.

Tengu:  the forest and mountain goblins, the tengu have a long and complex history. Originally, great humanoid demon-birds, similar to harpies, with beaks, wings and claws, later grew more human, red faces with long noses. The tengu are variously regarded as spirits of dead Buddhist monks, or as protective demons of the forests; they are usually wearing the clothes of the mountain hermit, yamabushi, and are smart and fierce warriors. Japan’s most famous historical hero Yoshitsune was said to receive his martial training from the tengu of Kurama.

Kappa: these water sprites are one of the most peculiar of Japan’s magical creatures. Turtle-like in appearance, with webbed hands and feet, the kappa have a fondness for pickled cucumbers and an indentation on the top of their heads called sara, where they keep water; whenever they leave their home lake or river, the water must always fill the sara, lest they lose their magical powers.

The kappa are mischievous, and sometimes dangerous, but not very smart; therefore, their victims are usually animals and children. A kappa is said to be able to suck a human’s spirit through the anus, or drink one’s blood if it manages to wrestle somebody into their under-water domain.

Tsukumogami: In Japanese mythology, all old and great things are inhabited by kami spirits: rivers, trees, stones, mountains. But so, too, do old household items. Once a broom or a sandal grow over 100 years old, it’s ready to be inhabited by a Tsukumo-gami. Like Pratchett’s Luggage, a Tsukumogami-inhabited item becomes animated, can move on its own and play pranks. But the worst thing you can do to a tsukumogami is to throw it away while it’s still good to use; nothing angers Japanese spirits as much as being wasteful!

 
About The Shadow of the Black Wings:

 It is the Sixteenth Year of Queen Victoria. In the powerful empire of Dracaland, Bran, a young dragon rider, joins his father on a military expedition to the mysterious lands of the Orient. In the reclusive Yamato, Sato, a tomboy samurai girl, strives to prove her right to inherit her father's school of western magic. Nagomi, a timid shrine apprentice, is haunted by the visions of dark future she must keep secret even from her best friend.

They don't know it yet, but their paths will cross... And when they do, nothing will ever be the same again.

Welcome to The Shadow of Black Wings, a steam-powered romp across the land of dragons, wizards and samurai. It's big, it's fast, it's been compared to Tolkien in terms of world-building, it has strong female characters and lots of carefully researched detail. You will meet the Royal Marines sailing mighty ironclads and Chinese walking machines; mysterious warlords and crazy inventors; you will discover dark prophecies, family secrets and blood-thirsty demons. And all that in just the first volume!

About the Author:

James Calbraith is a 34 year old Poland-born writer, foodie and traveller, currently residing in South London.

Growing up in communist Poland on a diet of powdered milk, Lord of the Rings and soviet science-fiction, he had his first story published at the ripe age of eight. After years of bouncing around university faculties, he moved to London in 2007, found a decent IT job and started writing in English. His debut historical fantasy novel, ""The Shadow of Black Wings"", has reached ABNA semi-finals. It was published in July 2012 and hit the Historical Fantasy and Alternate History bestseller lists on Amazon US & UK.

 

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Friday, March 15, 2013

Lucky in Love Blog Hop

 
Here at Paranormal Romance Fans for Life, we are Lucky in Love! We have the opportunity to be surrounded by great books, great authors, and great readers. 
As a thank you to our regular followers, we are offering not one, but two giveaways and our favorite Lucky in Love Recipe! (Thanks to bestselling author, Danica Winters, whose book The Nymph's Labyrinth was recently featured in USA Today!)
 
Bailey's Irish Cream Liqeur
  • 1 cup whiskey (inexpensive middle of the road is okay)
  • 1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
  • 1 cup whipping cream
  • 4 eggs
  • 2 tablespoons chocolate syrup
  • 2 teaspoons instant coffee granules
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 teaspoon almond extract (Torani brand almond syrup is a wonderful replacement if you can find it in your area)

Directions:

  1. In blender, combine all ingredients; blend until smooth.
  2. Store tightly covered in refrigerator up to one month. (It won't last that long!) Shake bottle well before serving, and return remaining liqueur to refrigerator.
  3. Note: Use only Grade A, uncracked eggs.
 
 Lemon-Irish Whiskey Cake

  • 1 lemon, zest of, cut into julienne
  • 1/4 cup Irish whiskey
  • 3/4 cup butter, at room temperature
  • 3/4 cup superfine sugar (regular sugar can be processed in a blender of food processor)
  • 3 eggs, beaten
  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 pinch salt
  • 3/4 cup almonds, ground
Directions:
Place julienned lemon zest in a small bowl. Add whiskey and let soak overnight
The next day, preheat oven to 350°F Grease a 9 inch cake pan.
Cream the butter and sugar together until light and fluffy. Whisk in the eggs.
Sift the flour and add to the butter mixture along with the salt. Stir to blend.
Fold in the ground almonds.
Strain the whiskey, discarding the zest, and stir the whiskey into the batter.
Pour into the prepared pan, and bake about one hour, until golden brown, and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

*All Recipes can be found at Food.com
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Lucky in Love? Well, are you? It's a time of luck and wealth...or not. With each romance we find ourselves in a new world of love and memories. Are these just by chance? Is it luck? Welcome to your second annual Lucky in Love Blog Hop where we want to hear about your love, your romance, and how much you love St. Patrick's Day!!! Are you wearing green? Ready to get pinched...or wait...do you like that?
Almost 300 bloggers have giveaways and posts about those men we love!
But that's not all....

We have TWO grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!


Now what are those prizes?
1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!
 
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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Eliza's Shadow, Giveaway and Guest Post

Thank you Paranormal Romance Fans For Life for granting me a guest post.  Today, I’d like to share a little bit about where I find inspiration for my writing.   
         It’s 2 a.m. and I can’t stop thinking about a swamp, again.  The first time I experienced a swamp was when I was 17 years old.  My environmental science class took a field trip to the Okefenokee Swamp, a massive 600 square foot swamp at the base of Georgia and northern part of Florida.  We’d spent the weeks prior to the trip learning about swamp ecology and I was very excited to see alligators in their native environment.  After a grueling double-digit hour bus ride, we arrived at our destination and got settled in the dorms of a local college. 
               Bright and early the next morning we met our guide on a dock at the edge of the swamp.  The water was still and brown, stained reddish brown like tea.  From the dock I noticed long, dark shadows that rose and fell disappearing into the water.  We paired off and picked canoes.  Our guide explained that we must keep our hands in our boats and if we capsized, we should not panic.  Most of the alligators were not big enough to attack a human… 

               My classmates and I climbed into canoes.  But one of the girls had a broken arm and couldn’t pull an oar with her cast.  So, our teacher picked a couple of strong kids to take her.  As the canoes pulled away from the dock and sailed single file behind the guide’s boat, my partner and I nervously waited, noticing that we were going to be the last boat in line. 

               Hundreds, maybe thousands, of small channels cut through the dense swamp flora.  They weave and branch creating a labyrinth.  Our guide was adamant that we must stay together because getting lost in the swamp could be deadly.  Even people who traveled in the swamp frequently sometimes lost their way and never returned.

               The boat carrying our wounded classmate very slowly pulled away from the dock and fell in line.  My partner and I followed.  We entered into a channel, took a turn down another channel, and then another.   Very quickly it became clear that we would never be able to find our way back without help.  I got nervous.

               To make matters worse, there really were a lot of alligators and we were in a little canoe.  The alligators were bold.  They floated up to the top of the water right next to our boat, their slit pupils daring us to make a false move. 

               But after half an hour or so, I began to relax.  I hadn’t seen a single alligator big enough to eat me.  And I couldn’t help but be absolutely amazed by the beauty around me, the trees that rose from the water perched on bulging roots and delicate dragonflies that zipped across the calm channel.

               When you see pictures of swamps, they look dirty and maybe even stinky with all that stagnant water.  But in reality, even though the water looks still, it is so clean you can drink it and it doesn’t stink at all.  In fact, it smells clean and full of fresh, vibrant life.

               Just as I grew comfortable with my surroundings, we meandered around a corner and found ourselves at a crossroads.  The boat, carrying our wounded classmate was there, but everyone else had vanished.  There were two channels we could take and no clue as to which one our group had chosen. 

               We panicked.  Half of us wanted to go right, the other half left.  We argued and paddled in circles trying to make a decision.  Should we stay together?  Should we split up and try both?  Time was ticking away, along with our chances of catching up with the group.  We decided to stick together and go left.

               It was probably a half an hour before we found ourselves at another fork in the road.  The sun was high in the sky and we had to admit that we had taken the wrong path.  Some of the kids wanted to keep going left.  Why, I don’t know.  Instead, we turned around and headed back the direction we came from.  But by the time we arrived at our original crossroads, we weren’t sure which channel was the original path!  We were officially lost and scared. 

               As time passed, we worried that our group took a different way back to the dock.  Did they even notice that we were missing?  Would we have to gather bugs for food and drink the swamp water to survive? 

               It was mid-afternoon before we heard the sound of a motor in the distance.  Finally, a boat shot around the bend.  Our teacher was perched in the front with a scowl on her face.  Everyone was relieved but there were not many words exchanged.  We paddled behind the motorboat as it led us back to the pier. 

               Our classmates snickered and shook their heads as we approached.  Someone handed us brown paper bags.  The lunches we’d missed while were lost.  A day later, I developed a raging kidney infection from holding my pee for an entire day because I couldn’t pee in the swamp.  I ended up having to get a shot of antibiotics in my bum.

               After an experience like that, you’d think I’d loath swamps and never want to see such a place again.  But actually, those hours, floating around in the shady channel of the swamp, staring into the strangely clear, peat stained water, watching tiny fish pick at the roots of the cypress trees, is a memory I carry with reverence.

               I have learned that any experience that extracts you from your normal life, be it pleasant or torturous, comfortable, uncomfortable, dangerous or boring is fertile ground for creativity.  So now, on nights when nothing out of the ordinary has happened for days on end, I think about the swamp. 



Title: Eliza's Shadow
Series: Eliza's Shadow #1
Author: Catherine Wittmack
Genre: YA, Fantasy, Paranormal
Publisher: Self-published
Format: Ebook | Paperback
Length: 332 pages
Purchase: Amazon |

 Book Description:
Eliza Gowan’s past has come back to hunt her. Since her mother’s mysterious disappearance, Eliza has enjoyed a quiet life under the care of her aunt in the sleepy town of Port Rune. But the moment magnetic Ren Alden appears in her high school classroom, Eliza is thrust into the exciting world of magic and the path of danger. Menaced by an otherworldly enemy, Eliza embarks on a quest to solve the mysteries of her past and end the hunt for good.

Excerpt:


Ren laughed.  “What are you doing?  Just sit still and focus, why don’t you?”  He urged impatiently.

I pressed my crossed ankles together and my arms to my sides.  “Ok, ok.  I’m ready,” I stammered.

I forced deep measured breaths until the cold air stilled the nervous bubbles bobbing around my head.  My hands stretched around my knees and I flexed my fingers imagining the flame leaping from the tips.  I turned inward imagining the spark growing inside of me.  My mind’s eye examined the small dot of electricity and watched it glow in the caverns of my mind.

Run!  I commanded.

I followed the little spark as it hopped from one nerve to the next, racing down the length of my arm and felt it, hot and anxious to perform.  Then something strong and sure told me the spark was ready.  Without a conscious effort, my arm lifted from my side and my wrist snapped. 

My eyes shot open.  A small ball of light glowed bright against the darkness.  I glanced up to find Ren’s giddy grin.

We sat for several moments in reverent silence before Ren snatched the wriggling little light from my palm as easily as a frog snatches an insect. 

He chuckled and tossed it above our heads.  The small light bounced in the air like a yo-yo before settling suspended above our heads.

“Wow!  How’d you do that?”  I exclaimed.

“Clean flames will do just about anything you want them to,” he said.

“Can I touch it again?”  I asked tentatively.

Ren shrugged.  “Sure, it’s your flame,” he said and sank back against the cluster of pipes, a pleased smile lingering on his lips.

I reached into the air and plucked the tiny blaze from its perch.  I held the flame in my hand admiring its dance. 

“It’s hot,” I said wincing.

Ren inched toward me and slid his hand beneath mine.  His palm was soft against my knuckles.  Then his fingers closed around my wrist and he pulled my hand toward his lowered face. My fingertips grazed the scruff of his chin sending a tingle up my arm. Our eyes met across the glowing expanse of my palm.   

“Even the most magical things can burn,” he said tensely, holding my gaze.

My cheeks flushed hot under his intense stare. 

“Only… if you let them,” I responded, carefully controlling my breath.

“Easier said than done,” he said with a sigh.

I blew softly across my palm.  The flame flickered and disappeared into a wisp of smoke.
 
About the Author:

Catherine Wittmack lives in Charlotte, N.C. with her husband, Charlie, and their two sons, James and Jack.  She holds a B.A. in English from Villanova University and a M.A. in Industrial/Organizational Psychology from the University of Northern Iowa.  Her debut novel, Eliza's Shadow, was published on Amazon in May 2012. 
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