Ivy introduces MoosEditorial (with a little help)

(For anyone unfamiliar with Ivy, here’s her introduction and an explanation of these posts.)

I mentioned last week that Moos is launching MoosEditorial soon.

I’m not gonna lie. I thought she’d have given up on it by now. She almost did a few times, actually. Imposter Syndrome is no joke, mortals. And she’s got it for one of the silliest reasons ever. Continue reading “Ivy introduces MoosEditorial (with a little help)”

Meet Moss Whelan

This week we’re getting to know Moss Whelan, author of the fantasy adventure Gray Hawk of Terrapin. Not only is this world just as magical and fascinating as Hogwarts and Narnia, but the main character, Mool, and all her imaginary friends will charm you in an instant.

Gray Hawk of Terrapin is a heart-wrenching Y/A fantasy by Moss Whelan that introduces Melanie (Mool) Fraser. Ever since her father’s death, Mool has been talking with an imaginary green lion named Inberl. When Mool s mysterious uncle gets sick, she and her mother take the train from Vancouver, Canada to the inner world of Terrapin, where Inberl is arrested because he s looking for Gray Hawk. Springing into action, Mool sets out to rescue Inberl. Mool’s know-it-all cousin, Olga, helps track down family friend Parshmander who might know how to save Inberl. They corner Parshmander at home, where they overhear mention of Gray Hawk, but the girls are captured and interrogated. Upon release, Mool feels success when she sees a secret map, finds a hidden bridge and crosses it with Olga. On the other side of the bridge, they find a secret city that keeps Terrapin at war. Prepare yourself for a wrenching journey laced with evil, chronicling histories of cruelty, kidnapping, and false imprisonment in search of meaning and justice. Continue reading “Meet Moss Whelan”

Ivy the pixie publicist

(For anyone unfamiliar with Ivy, here’s her introduction and an explanation of these posts.)

I think I’m beginning to understand what that “give them an inch and they’ll take a mile” phrase really means. I come in and save the blog from imminent disaster and what do I get for it? A new boss!

“Ivy, tell them about this. Ivy, explain that.”

Dang it, Moos, I’m a pixie! Not a puppet!

……..

Fine. I guess someone’s got to do it. Continue reading “Ivy the pixie publicist”

Meet J.E. Purrazzi

This week we’re getting to know speculative fiction author J.E. Purrazzi, whose works include the Malfunction trilogy and the paranormal thriller serial The Raventree Society. Beautifully written and intricately plotted, these books will suck you in from page one and make you practically tear the pages trying to find out what happens next.

When Menrva, a geneticist in the subterranean city of survivors known as Bunker, responds to a call for help from Cowl, her former best friend, and Bas, a renegade cyborg, she makes a vital mistake and places all three of them in danger. As they struggle to escape City guards, cyborg soldiers, desperate scavengers, and ravenous aliens, they find in each other something they never expected: family.

During a battle, an attacking cyborg manages to overcome her programming just long enough to deliver a cryptic message. The trio is forced to decide if they will risk death – or worse, capture – to seek out the truth about the City, or if they will fight only for themselves

This fast-paced, gritty first book of the Malfunction Trilogy introduces a future caught between destruction and oppression, where Menrva and her friends must decide if the ends justify the means. Continue reading “Meet J.E. Purrazzi”

Ivy didn’t sign up for the circus

(For anyone unfamiliar with Ivy, here’s her introduction and an explanation of these posts.)

This week Moos seemed to have mistaken me for a circus performer. Balancing acts, juggling, taming the titan of terror. I’m a pixie! Not a juggler!

Here’s the run down:

Potty training (eew), reading (inspiring, so I can’t complain), a new movie (I’d like to complain, but it was really good), and a possible new venture (BAD BAD BAD … maybe?).

But before I get into all that, there’s a little something Moos forgot to mention. Continue reading “Ivy didn’t sign up for the circus”