Song Magick Release and Giveaway!!

Song Magick Release and Giveaway

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Title: Song Magick
Author: Elisabeth Hamill
Publisher: Fire and Ice, an imprint of Mélange – http://www.fireandiceya.com/
Cover Artist: Caroline Andrus

In a realm where magic was thought to be lost, young bard Telyn Songmaker is able to cast powerful spells with her music. Exiled from home in the violent aftermath of her song magic gone awry, Telyn endures a solitary freedom…unaware of the price on her head.  Bound to the Wood by blood and by oath, Mithrais is dispatched to protect her by the dying sylvan gods he serves. Only Telyn can perform the dangerous counterspell that may save them. But love may be the most unpredictable magic of all…

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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/431772
http://www.fireandiceya.com/authors/elisabethhamill/songmagick.html
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Excerpt:

“Is it true that there was a murder in the Sildan court last year?” a calm, male voice called from the end of the room furthest from the dais. Telyn felt herself grow cold, her fingers stilling on the harp strings, and forced her voice to remain neutral.
“There was an unfortunate incident involving the son of Vuldur, Lord of the East. He was killed, but it was not murder. Lord Vuldur seems to have gone mad with grief and views it as such.”
“That is understandable,” the voice continued mildly. “After all, it was his only son. Isn’t that right?”
Telyn could not see who was asking the questions, and indeed, the voice now seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. She took a deep breath and answered, “Yes, it was his only son.”
Mercifully, the voice did not come again, and Telyn let her fingers move on the strings of her harp in the beginnings of the interrupted song, forcing herself to calm and concentrate on her music. Her heart was racing. It was entirely possible that the question was an innocent product of rumors filtering west of the Sildan capital, but even Riordan hadn’t heard anything about the incident until this afternoon. She played the song with single-minded focus, rigidly employing her disciplines until her breathing was normal and her heart slowed. It seemed that none of the guests had noticed her discomfiture and were smiling with pleasure at the music. It was just a rumor repeated, she told herself. It had to be that.
“I promised Lord Riordan a love song for his lady,” Telyn said, disciplining her voice to carry nothing but cheer. She glanced at the head table. Riordan smiled at her encouragingly with a reassuring nod, and Lady Ciara beamed at her. Mithrais, although he appeared relaxed, looked ready to fly to her side at an instant’s notice.
She closed her eyes and began to play one of the oldest Sildan love songs she knew, letting the haunting and beautiful music carry her song magic to the audience, enhancing an atmosphere of romantic anticipation. She had just taken a breath in preparation to sing the first verse when the sting of pain, a jangling discord of strings and the crunch of wood startled her eyes open.
Telyn looked down and saw the feathered end of a small crossbow bolt. The point was buried in the shattered soundboard of her harp, directly over her heart. A warm trickle of blood welled from a shallow cut on the back of her hand where the bolt had grazed.
Several women screamed; in the sudden confusion, Telyn sat frozen with the harp in her lap. Mithrais was suddenly there, appearing out of thin air to pull her to the floor and shield her with his own body, while Riordan protected Ciara, bellowing orders to his guards to find the person who had fired the bolt.
Ciara was pointing toward the rafters. Telyn clawed her mask off and tried to look up, but between Mithrais crouching over her and the guests running to and fro she could see only the floor, Mithrais’ discarded mask, and the shattered remains of her harp on the stones beside her. The dark iron crossbow bolt stood out in stark relief against the pale wood.
“This way!” Riordan beckoned Mithrais, who lifted Telyn up to her feet, still shielding her from the unseen marksman, and hurried to where Riordan was pointing. Behind the tapestry on the dais was a hidden hallway, and Riordan and Ciara followed them in. “It leads to my library. Go!”

About the Author

Elisabeth Hamill is a nurse by day, fantasy novelist by night. In seventh grade, she had “Famous Author” inscribed under her name on her yearbook cover – an aspiration that, while delayed, was never forgotten! Her first published work, SONG MAGICK, saw its first draft finished during recuperation from cancer treatment and surgery, and is the fulfillment of that lifelong dream of being an author. She lives in eastern Kansas with her family, where they fend off flying monkey attacks and prep for the zombie apocalypse.
Keep in Touch with Elisabeth:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ElisabethHamillWrites
Twitter: https://twitter.com/songmagick
Blog: http://elisabethhamill.blogspot.com
Website: www.elisabethhamill.com
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/risu21/song-magick-by-elisabeth-hamill/
Manic Readers: http://www.manicreaders.com/ElisabethHamill/
 

Facebook and Twitters and Blogs, Oh My

     With the help of two of my many wonderful mentors, Aubrey Wynne and Jill Bisker (look to the right to see links to their blogs), I have slowly been making headway into the world of social media, which appears to be invaluable to this strange new world of authorship. With small, indie publishers whose returns go into the editing, artwork and publishing of the books, it's the author who's expected to do the bulk of the publicity (and rightfully so. I've seen how hard my publisher, editors, and cover artists are working!).

     In this day and age, publicity means social media, websites, blog hops, Facebook parties...my head is still reeling from all the stuff I'm seeing out there. I've created a media kit for reviewers and bloggers, been tweeting and retweeting other authors to build a network and get my name out there, and probably driving my "normal" Facebook friends crazy with updates about my book being released. Aubrey is getting ready to help me with a rafflecopter giveaway on her blog. (No, don't ask me to translate that yet. I'm still fuzzy.)

     With Jill's assistance, I've created an author page on Amazon, and did one for Smashwords in the last week. I assume I'll do one for Barnes and Noble as soon as it becomes live on their website, too. I started a Goodreads account under my pen name.

     And I've been practicing autographing my pen name for book signings. THAT was the fun part!

     I also managed to line up some reviewers - I think I have three that will happen over the next six weeks. That's a nerve-wracking prospect, to be sure. I've gotten some lovely feedback from people who are reading Song Magick at the moment, and it's been really good for my ego, but one reviewer (the one with fifteen books to review in her queue, so it's six weeks away) is a total stranger to me, and it's kind of scary. She doesn't have any sort of professional relationship with me, so she doesn't have to be kind, LOL. One was completely unsolicited- just because she loved the book, she wanted to review it on her blog, which has a very large following. More scary and exciting prospects!

    I'll let you know when I breathe again.

Countdown to Release Date!

    In four days...

    Three days ago, a package arrived in the mail. I had no knowledge of it, being at work, but I got this phone call after school let out from my very excited son:

     "Mom! Mom! A box came in the mail today. And guess what! Inside that box was paper. And inside that was plastic. And inside the plastic...IS YOUR BOOK."

      I had just approved the jacket and proof a few days before, and wasn't expecting it so quickly! Getting home that night became a very exciting prospect. It was very hard not to "squee" at work, which would have been very unprofessional and un-nurse-like. VERY hard.

     When I got home, my family was waiting for me in the living room. "It's right there!" my boy said proudly, pointing to the closed box on the coffee table.

    
     I was a little hesitant at first, then I opened it. With everybody watching me, I wasn't sure if I was going to laugh, or cry, or both. I opened the box lid, and there it was, in trade-sized gorgeousness. I tore open the plastic protecting it. I looked at it, opened it and ruffled through the pages. The scent of paper is usually soothing to a reader, but this time it was a little different. My heartbeat was a little fast. The words I caught glimpses of as I ruffled back and forth were mine. The author's name was mine.

    MINE.

    I just stood there, staring at it. Years of writing and cutting huge swathes of dreck, getting up the courage to submit it to agents and publishers, the work of editing...all comes down to this.

    "See, I told you that Gabe would be more excited than she was," my husband finally said jokingly to his mother, who had come to pick him up and stayed to see the big watch-Lisa-cry-when-she-opens-the-box spectacle.

    About that time I realized my face hurt. An enormous, cheesy grin had taken permanent residence without my knowledge, and because my back was to everybody, they hadn't seen it.

    But I realized internally, that this was probably the coolest moment of my life, aside from the obvious events of marrying my best friend, and bringing our two kids into the world. It was a quiet, satisfied moment. A  moment of joy, and relief, and disbelief.

    In four days, I will be a published author.

   Wow.

    Of course, right after that moment of quiet reflection and peace, came the jumping up and down and the squee-ing. My book slept next to me on the night stand, and I carried it with me all the next day. MY book. My BOOK!!

     And sometime in the next month or so, I will be having a big party to celebrate this milestone in my life, with all my friends and my family who care to come. The kid who had "Famous Author" enscribed on her 7th grade yearbook has finally made a step in that direction. Even if the "famous" part never happens, the "author" part has. And that, my friends, is a reason to celebrate.

Final edits on E-book; or, how to go permanently cross-eyed in one afternoon!

     My Wonderful Publisher sent me the final PDF file to audit and review yesterday morning.
    
     I have an ISBN number and everything. I'm SOMEBODY!  (Best Steve Martin, "The Jerk", impression here.)

     After the first few minutes of jumping around and being excited, I got down to the business of proofing the copy that will transform into e-reader format very shortly. I discovered that my writing style has a few quirks which will now be conscious decisions to eliminate when possible!
    
     1) I use way too many dashes.
     2) My publisher has an in-house rule of no semi-colons in dialogue. Ever.
     
      Scanning the document and correcting these tiny little punctuation marks yesterday was like an Easter-egg hunt in tall grass. The publisher had already done the semi-colons for me, but I found a whole bunch of my double-dashes (which some well-meaning website had informed me was the way to do it on a formatted manuscript) had been missed by my first pass. Because my book is 104K, it took me pretty much all day. I had to stop at noon and refocus, because when I picked up my iPhone to read my work email, I had to hold it at arms' length. I'm not that old! (Well, I am, but, seriously...!)

     Wonderful Publisher (Fire and Ice YA) was very supportive and patient as I kept finding more dashes in my second edit, after she'd corrected the first pass. She assured me that when I get the proof for the print copy, I will probably find even more things because it appears different in printed form than it does on the e-book proof.

     My first experience in publishing so far has been positive and educational. I've made a lot of friends who are mentors and fellow newbies (The Coolest People Ever, as we are now known!), and together we are navigating these unfamiliar waters. I am still learning to navigate the world of social media. More on that later. I'm still clueless.