Input Needed on This Fictional Friday

Yes, I’m a bit late with this today.

Yes, I totally missed last week’s Fictional Friday.

Yes, the earth is round, the sky is sometimes blue, and grass is green–provided you live somewhere with grass.

I had all sorts of good links from other blogs I follow, but I just never could carve out the time last week to assemble it all into a blog post. Humblest of apologies.

This week for Fictional Friday, I’m asking for reader input. Down below are two blurbs for the same fantasy book. For those of you who have been around a while, you may recognize the character’s name. What I’m looking for is feedback. Leave your thoughts either in the comment section below, or via my Facebook Page. Would either one get you to pick up the book? Do you prefer one over the other? Neither? Both? A combination? Any useful shredding/suggestions/comments?

But, before I get to that, I want to give a head’s up on a great event which will be taking place beginning in August. Fall into Fantasy is the brainchild of the amazing Mara Valderann. Each Monday beginning August 25th and running through December 15th, a new fantasy book/series will be featured. There are quite a few authors participating, and giveaways galore – including Amazon gift cards, books, and possibly swag. I hope you’ll stop by, visit the participating authors, and help spread the word via Facebook, Twitter, etc.

Okay, on to the blurbs, have at ’em!

 The further the fall, the more final the landing.

Unfortunately, for Driev Talbert, the landing didn’t prove as final as he would have liked; taking him from the upper crust of Mossrae to its underbelly and leaving him there. That would have been all well and good had his attempt to save a friend gone the way he planned. He really shouldn’t have been surprised when it didn’t. The gods always enjoyed a good laugh, particularly when it came at Driev’s expense.

But his failure put Driev back in the lap of the Coinblade guild. While being on the wrong side of any of Mossrae’s Shadow Guilds wasn’t a laughing matter, being on the wrong side of the elite Coinblades was suicide. For Driev, whose history with them was one of the memories he tried very hard to avoid uncovering, death would have been preferable. Even a slow torturous one.

When he finds himself dragged back into a life he desperately wanted to leave behind, where political factions don’t care who they misuse, he must chose between facing his own demons, or sacrificing an innocent boy. For Driev, that’s not as easy a decision as it might seem.

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For Driev Talbert, the choice between facing the demons that have been haunting him, or sacrificing an innocent boy, isn’t as simple as it seems. After spending the past five years in the underside of the underbelly of Mossrae with the intent of leaving nothing more than a rotting corpse in the gutter, the last thing he wants is to return to his old life—no matter how privileged it had been.

But the gods do love a good laugh. More so when delivered at Driev’s expense. When his attempt to save a friend from hanging leaves him saddled with a street urchin who seems to be drawing all the wrong kind of interest, it puts Driev back into the lap of the elite of Mossrae’s Shadow Guilds. For Driev, whose history with the Coinblades was one of the memories he tried very hard to avoid, death would have been preferable. Even a slow torturous one.

Thrust into the middle of political games with deadly consequences, Driev must finally come to terms with his past before it consumes him, and with it the last thing he holds dear.

No, go forth and read. Or write on. Or both! bookworms

Want to be included in Fictional Friday?It’s simple:

  • If you’re an author with an upcoming release, drop me a line via e-mail.
  • If you’re a reader who has just read something outstanding and want to share, likewise.
  • Book signings, release events, quotes, tidbits, industry/indie news etc. etc.? Pass them along.
  • As this is my blog, I reserve the right to not use anything I don’t want to use.

 

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9 Comments:

  1. I prefer the second one. 🙂

  2. I like the first one, but I’m damned if I can say why. Either would appeal to a fantasy reader, I think. But then, I don’t write the same kind of fantasy you do. How’s that for useless?

  3. I like the second one best. The first one read a bit too slowly for my liking.

  4. I like bits of each, but I don’t really like either as a whole I’m afraid. I wish I could tell you why, but I can’t put my finger on it. I combined them though (purely because my brain legitimately CAN’T leave something alone if I’m not happy with it (which I think is why my friends get me to read over their essays – they know I can’t help myself but edit). Of course, you don’t even need to read it, but it’s the parts that stood out to me mashed together.

    The further the fall, the more final the landing.

    For Driev Talbert, the choice between facing his demons or sacrificing an innocent boy isn’t as easy a decision as it might seem. After spending the past five years in the underside of the underbelly of Mossrae with the intent of leaving nothing more than a rotting corpse in the gutter, the last thing he wants is to return to his old life—no matter how privileged it had been.

    But the gods do love a good laugh. More so when delivered at Driev’s expense. When his attempt to save a friend from hanging leaves him saddled with a street urchin who seems to be drawing all the wrong kind of interest, Driev finds himself dragged back to a life he desperately wanted to leave behind, which holds one of the memories he tried very hard to avoid. For Driev, death would have been preferable. Even a slow torturous one.

    Thrust into the middle of political games with deadly consequences, Driev must finally come to terms with his past before it consumes him, and with it the last thing he holds dear.

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