Wednesday, 6 April 2016

#‎B2BCYCON‬ Book Spotlight for The Winter That Follows

Today I have another Brain to Books Cyber Convention author feature. Remember, this great event for authors and readers alike is coming to Goodreads this April, on the 8th, 9th and 10th.

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Now on with the main event, our Brain to Books author feature.

Today I have a great book spotlight for The Winter That Follows by LG Surgeson.

The Winter That Follows by LG Surgeson

The Summer of Fire has burned away. The wars of Gods and mortals, that rampaged across the continent, have ended. The world has been left dazed and flattened, trying to pick up the pieces. Those that have survived find themselves standing amongst the ruins with empty hearts, waiting for faces they will never see again. It has not occurred to many that the hardest times may be yet to come.
Lonely, jaded, homeless or drunk as a skunk and being sold off cheaply by goblins; all the survivors are faced with the greatest challenge yet. They have to build themselves a future. Once the glorious struggles of the Summer are over, somehow you have to find a way to live through the winter that follows.

The Winter That Follows is available at:

Excerpt from The Winter That Follows

Chapter Two: A Conspicuous Lack of Goblins

Charlie heaved the barrel up through the trap door and lumped it down beside the other two. It was unusually quiet this morning. The Law Temple nine-hour bell had rung long since, and yet there was no noise in the street. He wiped his forehead and hands with his apron and went to the door of the Tavern.

Charlie was used to goblins, some of his best customers were goblins. In fairness he didn’t have many customers that weren’t goblins – which is what happens if you call a bar ‘The Startling Toad’.

Today, however, was suffering from a conspicuous lack of goblins. The sound of no goblins always made Charlie nervous. It usually meant they were up to something. Mind you, goblins were up to something whether you could hear them or not, but if you couldn’t hear them it meant they were up to something organised.

Charlie was still recovering from the chicken rustling plot of 1099ac, he couldn’t live through that again – screaming militia, chortling goblins and flying chicken feathers everywhere and he was still finding grain in places he could have sworn he had cleaned.

He tried to rack his brains, what had he heard? One of them had been muttering about the Temple District he thought, and another couple had been mumbling about the Adventurers Guild. He hoped it was the Temple District. It was already a pile of rubble and therefore there wasn’t much more damage they could really do to it. If it was the Adventurers Guild, then things were not likely to go so well. The combination of a bunch of self-obsessed hero types and a load of piss-head goblin dock-hands was not something that Charlie wanted to contemplate.

On opening the door, it was much as he feared – the street was empty. There wasn’t even the usual pile of drunks’ sleep, grinning and twitching in their sleep and cuddling their explosives. Charlie couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the street empty. There was nothing out there apart from effluent and seagulls. He was beginning to wonder if he was dreaming, until he caught a whiff of something wafting by and decided that if his subconscious could manufacture a smell like that then he didn’t want to know about it. He shrugged, there was nothing to be done except his job, so he stumped back into the bar and started to wipe tables wondering to himself if there was really any point. It was then that he noticed it. A scrap of paper, perhaps twice the size of a hand that was pinned to the wall by a rusting dagger. It had clearly been dropped in more than one puddle and bore the terrifying legend ‘bak sooon, we’ze joynd the arm-ee lov Chelios’.

“Blimey,” thought Charlie, “I didn’t realise the army were that hard up.”

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Author Bio: 

LG Surgeson is an author and teacher who lives in a cottage by a river in Mid Wales with her long-suffering partner and their two cats. She writes fantasy and fiction novels and blog articles about education, mental health and whatever else has got under skin this week. She has completed five novels in the Black River Chronicle, her fantasy adventure series that follows a rag-tag band of mercenaries, do-gooders and slightly bemused wizards as they try and save the world, repeatedly.  She is also working on several books about her experiences as a a specialist behaviourial needs teacher.
She writes in the spare time she creates by avoiding the outside world and ignoring the housework. The cats like to help. They aren't good at it.

I'd like to thank LG Surgeson for sharing her book today, and be sure to check out her virtual booth at the convention this April.

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