Saturday, November 28, 2015

Release: Captivated by the Winter King by Mistral Dawn

The newest book in the Spellbound Hearts series is here! 

***Trigger warning:  The following excerpt contains material that may be disturbing for some readers.  If depictions of domestic abuse upset you, this may not be the story for you.

Excerpt from Captivated by the Winter King

Rain poured from the sky making a steady drumming sound against the car. Kate listened as the patter of the raindrops harmonized with the swish-swish of the windshield wipers as they fought a valiant battle to keep the glass clear enough to see through. The white noise the combination made was a perfect accompaniment to the static that filled her mind. She wasn't sure, but she thought she might be in shock and she pondered that possibility in a desultory manner.

The air outside was hot and humid, but Kate had turned the air conditioning in the car up all the way, causing everything to feel cool and clammy. She shivered. It wasn't even the honest chill of winter, but instead a sticky, moist dankness that seemed to settle into her bones yet still left her skin and throat dry. But she was grateful that the junker of a car at least had a functioning air conditioner. Kate hated hot weather.

She had never wanted to leave the northeast to spend the winter in Florida. That was Erik's idea. Predictably, her mother had agreed with him and pressured Kate into making the trip. Agatha Graham was always in favor of anything that might move Kate and Erik closer to matrimony.

Tears filled Kate's pale gray eyes as she thought about her now ex-fiancé. He was a beautiful man, who seemed to have been painted in shades of gold. Even at thirty-seven, his hair remained a lovely dark blonde. His hairline started just a few inches above his eyebrows and showed no signs of thinning. He wore his short tresses slicked back in a shiny business-appropriate style that created the illusion that he wore a golden helmet. A large man, with a powerful build, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his frame. At six foot two, his height topped even her own impressive five feet eleven inches. His eyes were a warm chocolate brown, but it had been quite some time since she had seen him look at her with anything but coldness in them.

For years, she had tried to make things work between them. Not because she loved him or thought he loved her, but because her mother was so determined to see them together. She could hear Agatha's voice in her head even now. "Smile, dear, and think about how comfortable your life will be with him. He's a good provider, and will give you a position in society. A woman can put up with a lot to gain that."

Fighting back both the moisture in her eyes and the echoes of her mother's words, Kate tried to figure out where she should go and what she was going to do for money. She would be okay for a while, her Nana had left her an inheritance when she died and Kate had kept that money safe in a bank account that Erik didn't know about. But it wouldn't be long before she would need to find a job, and she had no idea how to go about doing that.

Her mother had pushed Kate at Erik since just after she graduated from high school. Kate had managed to evade her mother's matchmaking efforts long enough to start college, but by the time she finished her Junior year the combined pressure from Erik and Agatha had convinced her to drop out of school and focus her attention on pleasing her fiancé. Not that she had ever succeeded in making him happy. So, Kate never started her Senior year and had failed to earn a degree.

With no degree or work experience, she was at a loss as to how to find a job that would pay enough for her to live on. Going back to school might be an option, but she had no idea how to find out if any of the classes she had already completed could be used in a new program or how long it might take to finish a degree. Kate knew her situation wasn't unique, lots of women had been abused by their husbands or boyfriends, and most didn’t have a safety net like what her Nana left her. But she had never before realized how dependent she was on Erik and her mother.

At thirty-two years old, Kate had never lived on her own. She had never needed to find an apartment, arrange for utility services, find or hold a job, or do any of the other things most adults took for granted. Even during her brief stint in college, she had stayed close to home and lived first with her mother, and then with Erik. One of her ex-fiance's favorite things to berate her with was her utter uselessness. And, to her shame, she couldn't argue with him.

Oh, she had done charity work, served on various committees for different organizations, and decorated and kept the homes that Erik had provided for them. In short, she had spent her time doing all the things women who belonged to rich, important men did. But, as her ex-fiance was fond of pointing out to her, none of that was worth a whole lot.

In all honesty, her biggest accomplishment in life was knowing how to shop. Even her mother, ever ready to aid her only daughter with well-directed criticism, admitted that Kate always had impeccable taste and an infallible eye for aesthetics. In spite of her impossible figure, and the frizzy, orange-red hair that defied hair dye and styling products, Kate always looked well-groomed and elegant. With an uncanny nose for classic style and timeless beauty, Kate could make even flea market finds fashionable. It was that saving grace that had allowed her to decorate a man like Erik's arm for the last twelve years.

But a talent for shopping, dressing, and decorating wouldn't put money in the bank or food on her table. At least, she couldn't see how it would, and she didn't have anyone to turn to for advice. Her mother wasn't an option. Agatha had made it clear on more than one occasion that if Kate didn't make things work with Erik, she would wash her hands of her.

It had been the older woman's life-long goal to improve her position within society, and to secure one for her daughter, and she had long ago decided that marrying Kate to Erik was the way to do it. After all, Erik's family connections were beyond reproach, coming as he did from old money. And the man himself was a successful, respected attorney who was a partner in a large, prestigious law firm. He was exactly what Agatha had been training Kate to attract and marry from the time the girl was a toddler.

Her mother meant well, Kate knew that, and she did what she did out of love. But sometimes her words cut deeper than any knife could reach. Kate was never pretty enough, demure enough, or feminine enough to please her mother. She had always been tall and slender for her age, and when she hit puberty things had only gotten worse. Taller than all the girls and most of the boys in her age group, Kate had been gawky and socially awkward as a teenager. Her mother would mock her, calling her beanpole and Olive Oil when she became frustrated with her daughter's angular frame. Agatha was forever trying to get Kate to pad her clothing and had even tried to convince her daughter to have surgery to enhance her figure. But it was Kate's height that was the final straw that caused her mother to give up changing her appearance as an impossible task.

Agatha considered Kate's looks mannish and beyond redemption, so instead she channeled her energy into molding her daughter's behavior. She insisted her only child's education focus on art, music, and deportment; and refused to allow Kate to study subjects like math or science, except the bare minimum required by law. As a result, Kate's skill at balancing a checkbook was far below her ability to arrange form and color to produce a final product that was pleasing to the eye.

No, her mother would not be at all sympathetic to Kate's plight, and could not be counted upon to provide assistance. As for friends, Kate had them once, but somehow they all seemed to drift away over the years. She knew why that was, and it was her own fault for allowing it. Erik had always been jealous of Kate's time. He worked long hours under stressful conditions and expected her to always be available to cater to his needs when he wanted her. That made keeping in touch with friends almost impossible.

Of course, that suited him just fine; he'd never liked any of her friends anyway. He preferred that she spend her time at home, taking care of their apartment and making sure everything was kept the way he liked it. It had always been his argument that he was devoted to her, and so he should be enough to satisfy all her needs.

To prove his commitment, he had proposed to her in lavish style a few years into their relationship; even though they had been living together for several years. She would never forget their engagement; it had warmed her many times when the realities of their life together left her cold. On her twenty-fifth birthday, he had surprised her with a date of fairytale splendor. The evening began with him picking her up from their apartment in a horse-drawn carriage and taking her to the fanciest restaurant in town. There, he ordered Dom Perignon and beluga caviar, followed by filet mignon, grilled white asparagus, and a delicate potato mousse. He spent the entire time making her feel as if she were the only person in his universe.

They had talked for hours, and he had complimented her both on her looks and on her opinions. She had never felt as beautiful, articulate, or special as she did on that night. After dessert, he pulled a black velvet box out of his coat pocket and got down on one knee before her. Every eye in the restaurant was on them as he explained how much he loved and cherished her and that it was his greatest wish that she would allow him the privilege of doing so for the rest of their lives. Then he had opened the box and revealed a flawless, emerald-cut diamond ring. He had slipped the jewelry onto the ring finger of her left hand as she sat before him speechless. The stone had covered her entire digit to the first knuckle.

The people in the ritzy establishment had applauded and even whistled as she forced her stunned muscles to work and nodded her head in an affirmative answer to his question. He stood, pulling her up with him, and gave her the most tender and passionate kiss she had ever experienced. They rode home together in the back of a luxurious limousine, necking and carrying on like two teenagers on their way home from the prom. When they had arrived at their apartment building, he actually carried her through the front door and into the elevator.

That night he made love to her as if she were the most precious thing on earth. She actually achieved orgasm, something she had never done with him before or since. When she awoke, she was convinced she had found the Prince Charming she would spend the rest of her life with. After he had left for work that morning, she called her mother and told her all about it. Agatha, of course, had been ecstatic and had pushed for a quick wedding date. But after seven years, one had never materialized.

After that one magical night, Erik had gone back to treating her as he always had. Except that over time his barbs got a little sharper and his demeanor a little chillier. There always seemed to be some condition she needed to meet before he would agree to set a wedding date. No matter what she did, it was never good enough. She was never good enough.

She had bowed to his pressure and followed her mother's advice for years, and things just kept getting worse and worse. With her friends long-gone, it had been easy for him to convince her to give up her charity endeavors one after another. After all, if she wanted to be his wife, she would need to keep her schedule open so that she would be available to meet his needs. Anytime she left their apartment, she would first need to gain approval from him for the errand and give him a precise timetable for when she would return. This was, of course, so that he would know where to reach her if he needed her.

Then there was sex. She grimaced just thinking about it. Sex was always to be available to Erik upon demand. If she even thought about refusing or making an excuse, he would treat her coldly for days afterward and threaten to find someone else to meet his needs. It might have been bearable had she enjoyed sex with him, but after the night of their proposal he had never gone to any trouble to see to her pleasure. As a result, sex became a chore, something she needed to endure long enough for him to slake his lust on her body. Even that might not have been so bad if he had just wanted a convenient hole to pump himself into, but he began insisting on things that she didn't want to do.

It started with him getting rougher and rougher with her. If she cried out in pain, it just excited him and spurred him to hurt her more. She was afraid to find out what would happen if she complained or told him to stop. But when he suggested asking another woman to join them, she had put her foot down and refused. The result had terrified her.

That was the first time she had told him "no" in a long time. A look of maniacal fury had filled his eyes, and he flew across the room to grab her. The first blow had surprised her, but she saw it when he drew his fist back to punch her again. She had tried to raise her arms to protect herself but, for all her height, Erik was much stronger than her. He spent several minutes pummeling her, and when he let her go she fell at his feet like a rag doll, sobbing out her fear and horror.

He had stood there looking at her for a few minutes, and then stormed from the room and out of the apartment. After a while, she had collected herself and made her painful way home to her mother. Agatha had taken one look at the bruises that covered her daughter's face and made an immediate trip to the nearest high-end department store. She returned with half the store's inventory of foundation and cover-up cosmetics and proceeded to instruct Kate on how to conceal the evidence of the beating.  The remaining cosmetics were gifted to Kate in case they should be needed to cover any future beatings her fiance administered. Not once had her mother entertained the suggestion that Kate should leave Erik. Her social ambitions unaffected, Agatha had insisted her daughter return to her abuser immediately.

Hurt and not knowing what else to do, Kate had complied and returned to the apartment she shared with Erik. She never asked her mother for help again. Erik had been waiting for her when she arrived home. He met her with a gorgeous bouquet of roses, an expensive diamond tennis bracelet, and a sincere-sounding apology. Begging her forgiveness, he vowed he would never lay a hand on her in anger again.

Kate knew that wasn't true. She had seen the after-school specials and knew that people who abused their partners didn't stop unless they participated in serious therapy. And even that was no guarantee. Not that she would dare suggest that Erik see a shrink, she could imagine his reaction and it sent chills down her spine. But she had nowhere else to go. Not believing him, but feeling that she had no choice, Kate had forgiven him. Of course, that was only the first of many beatings.

For a while afterward, Erik had treated her better. He seemed to make an effort to restrain his temper and had acted as though her happiness mattered to him. Things were good, for a while, and she almost convinced herself that she was wrong. For a while, she thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be the exception. That he truly was sorry and would never hit her again. For a while.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Reflections: Available on Amazon, Audible, ITunes, and more #bookboost

New release Reflections.

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Reflections is a sixteen-story devotional designed to draw yourself closer to God. Experience Him through each unique story, which will let you know He is alive and involved in your life. Reflections will help you cut through life’s distractions and rely on the one thing that is truly important – a relationship with God.

Reflections serves as a refreshing reminder of God’s love and grace during difficult times. The world wants you to place your trust in your circumstances, success, talents and opinions of others, but God has called you to rise above and put your full trust in Him – to believe and apply what He’s promised in His Word more than anything else.

Experience the life-changing power of God’s words as you journey through life assured that God is concerned about you.

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Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Called to Be His Friend by K. Meador #IndieloveAPC

He walks among the stars
as we sleep a sound slumber
He makes the lightening and rain
He commands the thunder

He has made heaven and earth
too much for me to understand
but the greatest event that He ever made
is my soul’s redemption by taking my sin

Upon the tree at Calvary
He died so I can live
when the Truth came to me
I realized that I, along with Him,
died there at Calvary

Praising His name is what He deserves
giving ourselves completely to Him is His desire
It is He who came to serve
and it is now our time to serve Him

Having freedom is so hard to grasp
abundance of life He does give
but I latch onto the worries of this life
and forget my freedom through Him
I forget that my God is an awesome God

Take your cross daily and follow me
only comes through hard lessons taught everyday
letting control go and letting Him in
Brings to me an everlasting joy

Who on this earth knows me better than Him?
He has the hairs on my head numbered strand by strand
He knows my needs before I ask
so why do I go to Him in prayer?

He wants me as His daughter
He wants me as His child
but most of all I believe
He wants me as His friend

To talk with Him is to grow with Him
to read His Word is to know Him
How intimately He knows me
and how He wants me to know Him

He loves me so much
that He gave me the ability to choose
I choose to deny Him or not
to curse Him or not
to ignore Him or not

How my Father hates these choices
when the wrong one are chosen
‘cause everyday those that confess to know Him
choose to deny Him by being compliant
choose to curse Him by not rebuking His enemies
choose to ignore Him by choosing no prayer

Those who confess Him as Lord and Savior
is putting Him to death again everyday
by making choices that are against Him

Oh how I want to weep
when I examine my heart
why does He still hold tight to my heart
instead of letting my soul rot in hell

Because of His love that is complete
not lacking, not faltering, not wavering
The same yesterday, today and forever
being steady is His love
so steady on I go trying not to sin

Just as the stars have a name
and the ocean is known by Him
Just as He alone knows the end to space
I know that I know
I have a Savior who calls me His Friend.

His forgiveness is deep
as I turn to Him again and again weepin’

and I still hear Him calling me His Friend.

If you have enjoyed this poem, why don't you check out the rest of them? 

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Top 10 Things Engineering School Didn’t Teach You

1. There are at least 10 types of capacitors.

2. Theory tells you how a circuit works, not why it does not work.

3. Not everything works according to the specs in the databook.

4. Anything practical you learn will be obsolete before you use it, except the complex math, which you will never use.

5. Engineering is like having an 8 a.m. class and a late afternoon lab every day for the rest of your life.

6. Overtime pay? What overtime pay?

7. Managers, not engineers, rule the world.

8. Always try to fix the hardware with software.

9. If you like junk food, caffeine, and all-nighters, go into software.

10. Dilbert is not a comic strip, it’s a documentary.

Friday, September 25, 2015

ZUCCHINI CHIPS 21 Day Fit Recipe

Prep Time: 15 min.
Cooking Time: 2 hrs. C

2 large zucchini, very thinly sliced
1 Tbsp. olive oil
½ tsp. sea salt (or Himalayan salt)

1. Preheat oven to 225° F.
2. Place zucchini slices in one layer between paper towels to help draw out liquid.
3. Line two large baking sheets with parchment paper.
4. Place zucchini slices on prepared baking sheets.
5. Brush zucchini with oil; sprinkle with salt.
6. Bake for 2 hours, or until golden brown and crispy.
7. Cool completely before serving. 2 large zucchini, very thinly sliced 1 Tbsp. olive oil ½ tsp. sea salt (or Himalayan salt)

NUTRITIONAL INFORMATION (per serving): Calories: 57 Total Fat: 4 g Saturated Fat: 1 g Cholesterol: 0 mg Sodium: 298 mg Carbohydrates: 5 g Fiber: 2 g Sugars: 4 g Protein: 2 g 

Thursday, September 24, 2015

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Book Spotlight Through Trials and Towers (Tal'Avern Chronicles Book 3) #IndieLoveAPC


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As the harsh winter ends, Tal'Avern is on the brink of war. The great wall that stretched across the southern border of the Province has been destroyed and is engulfed in flames, but the fires won't burn for long. When they go out, the waiting hordes of goblins and Slaath will sweep up from the Ashlands and into the Province unchallenged. In the lands of Mar'Druk, the dwarves will be facing a relentless foe against the combined might of the united clans of orcs. 
What chance does the world have against such odds? What hope is there against armies who are led by a god that is bent on conquering the world? Against dragons that can't be killed, who bring death and destruction with their very breath? 

Varik, Chaz, Camila, and Wrinn begin their search for the lost towers of Zanimarith, where they hope to find the answers to defeating Visanith, while Jenna, Rhogar, and Esmara head off in search of a way to fight back against the dragons. 

If they fail, Tal'Avern will fall to the darkness that is poised to sweep north and engulf the entire world. The stage is set. The war is about to begin. And everyone has a part to play in it.

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~~~Fast paced, well written, and totally developed. It just gets more exciting with each page. Everything this author has written that I have read, has been extraordinary well done! I still highly recommend this series of books

~~~Four companions begin what could be a hopeless quest to find a way to defeat Visanith, while others go on their own quest, searching for a way to fight back against the dragons. All their hopes rest on nothing more than children's stories, can this be enough to help them

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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

I thought it would be you by K. Meador #IndieLoveAPC @authorkmeador

it was but a moment in time; and yet I believed it would be you
you held my hand and stole a piece of my heart
you spoke to me, saying what I wanted to hear; I believed in us – in you
and now my heart is breaking because once we were together but now we are apart

words spoken by you were only there for that moment in time
it is no pain to you as you walk away and I, well, I look through tears as I thought it would be you
to be by your side to laugh, to cry, to speak, to grow, to enjoy life together for a lifetime
but as you walk away you just say, can we remain friends? When inside, cry is all I do

words of love turned cold, distant and mean; when it isn't my love it wants anymore
acting as though we didn’t laugh, we didn’t cry, we didn’t speak, we didn’t grow, that we weren’t true
so today I wake and breathe and pray for night and at night pray for day and in each moment the pain I ignore
until the memory of us fades away but once in a while I remember -I thought it would be you

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Saturday, September 19, 2015

A Humorous look at a Day in the Life of an Author

Daily schedule of an author who works swing shift as an aircraft inspector from 3 pm to 2 am. 

  •  11:00 a.m.   Wake up. Check and reply to emails via smart phone. 
  • 11:30 am     Get dressed.  Check and reply to messages and notifications on Facebook.
  • 11:50 am     Go into kitchen; talk to significant other half. Eat breakfast. Check twitter. Reply to those who actually hold conversations. Delete spam. Schedule retweets. Finish breakfast. 
  • 12:45 pm     Check google plus. Check and reply to blogs.
  • 1:30 pm       Shower, light housework
  • 2:30 pm       Go to work - a 10 hour shift. On breaks and lunch check for updates on social sites via smart phone.
  • 2:30 am       arrive back home. Talk to significant other half
  • 2:45 am       catch up social networking that I couldn't at work. More housework.  Talk to significant other half
  • 3:00 am       if able, write on current story, edit current story
  • 4:00 am       go to bed - dream of my characters plots if I am not too tired

And sometimes I actually get to squeeze in time at the gym when schedule permits.Repeat 5 - 6 days a week.  

Some real conversations I have been a part of: 

  • comment: So, you are an author. You don't write that mushy romance junk do you?
  • comment: So, you are an author. Why do you still work here? 
  • comment: So, you are an author. I'd like to read your book. Can you give it to me?
  • comment: So, you are an author. I'm surprised you put so much effort into this. 
  • comment: So, you are an author. That really isn't a job, right? More like a hobby, isn't it? 
  • comment: So, you are an author. You should write science fiction; that's what I read.  
  • comment: So, you are an author. Can you tell me how to publish a book? 
  • comment: So, you are an author. How long did it take you to write it? 
  • comment: So, you are an author. I want to stay at home and play on the computer all day. 
  • comment: So, you are an author. I don't like sad endings. Do you have sad endings?
  • comment: So, you are an author. I read one of your books and you got it totally wrong.
  • comment: So, you are an author. Do you actually sell books?
  • comment: So, you are an author. You co-authored one of your books, so its not really yours, is it?

What I really want you, the reader, to know:

  • My house doesn't get cleaned on a regular basis.
  • I love creating stories for you to read.
  • There will be more books. 
  • I spend 20-30 hours a week writing, editing, and marketing on top of a 50 hour full time job in order to produce books. 
  • I will continue working two jobs until my writing makes me enough that I can stay home and do it full time. Then there will be even more books.
  • I thank you for your continued support, and patience. 
  • Your support through buying my books, writing reviews, telling others, and sharing links with others is invaluable to me and is greatly appreciated. 

Friday, September 18, 2015

La Princesa y el Dragon Contest Nominee @PrincessAlexia0 #AutopublicaConKindle

The Spanish edition of Princesa Alexia and the Dragon has been chosen to be a part of Amazon’s 2nd Literary Contest for the Spanish Language (Indie Authors). Winner will be chosen on October 15, 2015. 

 La Princesa Alexia y el Dragon por K. Meador

Sigue a La Princesa Alexia y a su perra, Zoey, mientras se embarcan en una misión para enfrentarse al dragón de aliento de fuego. Ella espera hacer lo que los soldados del Rey no pudieron: capturar al dragón para que otra Celebración de la Huerta de la Manzana Abundante no sea atacada y sus tierras abrasadas. Cuando La Princesa Alexia se enfrenta a su adversario, está aterrada, pero sus miedos disminuyen una vez que ella y Titus el dragón empiezan a hablar. ¿Podrá ella convencer a Titus de parar de atormentar al reino? ¿Podrá el festival ser celebrado sin miedo a la destrucción?

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Princess Alexia and the Dragon by K. Meador

Follow Princess Alexia as she and her brave dog, Zoey, embark on a mission to confront a fire-breathing dragon. She hopes to do what her father’s soldiers could not, capture the dragon so another Ample Apple Orchard celebration would not be attacked and the land set ablaze. 

When Princess Alexia faces her adversary, she is frightened, but her fears abate once she and Titus, the dragon, begin talking. Can she convince Titus to stop plaguing her father’s kingdom, and will the festival be celebrated without fear of destruction?

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SERVES: 4 (2 skewers each)
Prep Time: 20 min.
Cooking Time: 10 min.

8 bamboo skewers
1 lb. raw chicken breast, boneless, skinless, cut into 16 1-inch pieces
 ¼ cup reduced-sodium tamari soy sauce, gluten-free
2 tsp. sesame oil
2 tsp. grated fresh ginger
1 (8-oz.) can pineapple chunks in juice, drained
1 medium red bell pepper, cut into 16 1-inch chunks
½ large red onion, cut into 16 1-inch chunks

1. Soak bamboo skewers in water for 30 minutes.
2. Place chicken in resealable plastic bag (or container); add soy sauce, oil, and ginger; seal bag and shake gently to mix. Refrigerate at least 30 minutes to marinate.
3. Preheat gas or charcoal grill on medium heat.
4. Place a piece of chicken, pineapple chunk, bell pepper, and onion onto a skewer. Repeat, so the skewer has two pieces of each ingredient. Repeat with seven remaining skewers. Discard marinade that contained chicken.
5. Grill skewers on covered grill for 4 to 5 minutes on each side, or until chicken is no longer pink in the middle.
6. Serve immediately. 

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Author Promo Co-op: Book Review Transitory by Ian Williams #IndieLoveAPC

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Genre: Science Fiction and Thriller

Overall Rating: 5 stars

Editing and Proofing: 5/5

Linguistics and Stylistics: 4.5/5

Plot Development: 5/5

Plot Pacing: 4.5/5

Character Development: 5/5

If I asked some people where they would like to go for their next vacation, people may name places like Hawaii, Italy, Florida, Tahiti, or any number of places. No one would say ‘to a faraway planet where I can visit my past memories.’ The concept of easy travel between Earth and other planets is strange to us, but in Transitory, Ian Williams makes it seem like an everyday occurrence, as simple as a commute to and from work.
Transitory tells the story of Nathan Maddox, CEO of a mining company that searches space for new mines. He and his coworker Helen attend a festival on another planet where people can travel back and revisit old memories. While Nate partakes in the festivities, with a bodyguard named Cameron and a guide named L’Armin in tow, Helen stays behind. When Nate’s view of his most precious memories are marred by a mysterious intruder, Nate realizes that he has become a target for an intergalactic assassination attempt. Even worse, he suspects that someone he has trusted his whole life is behind the plan to take his life. Nate realizes that he must stop the mysterious would-be assassin before he dies in his past memories on another planet (where would THAT funeral be held?).

Ian’s ability to effectively use language to describe, characterize, and narrate is superb. Although the esoteric descriptions can slow down reading at times, they in no way distract from the enjoyment of the story. Ian is highly skilled at narrating a scene to make the reader as if he or she is actually experiencing the events him- or herself. The characters are far from flat. They are very well-characterized to the point where you feel you know them personally; Nate can be your coworker or your drinking buddy. My personal favorite character is L’Armin, whose duties as host and tour guide do not stop him from challenging Nate’s long-held beliefs, drilled into him since childhood by his relentlessly ambitious, workaholic father.

L’Armin gives Nate several points to consider. The first is exploiting others for personal gain and profit. When Nate mentions to L’Armin that his company mines space rocks and actively seeks out new sources, L’Armin, whose race had once been enslaved, L’Armin clearly expresses his disapproval. Another is respect for other cultures and races, even if they are from another planet. In one unforgettable scene, L’Armin takes Nate and Helen to visit what was once the home land of L’Armin’s race. Nate is shocked at the sight of the deserted wasteland that was once his friend’s home.

Another theme that recurs throughout the story is trust versus betrayal. By the end of his journey through his past memories, Nate is so confused that doesn’t know whom to trust, and even briefly believes Helen is behind the plot. The interaction (apparently peaceful) between humans and aliens sends a strong social message of peace and tolerance.

I first read Transitory almost a year ago (this post has been transferred from another blog site) and it is still one of my science fiction favorites. Check it out today.