Thursday, July 31, 2014

Wings of the Butterfly by S.M. Pace Book Tour

S M Pace - Wings of the Butterfly - Virtual Book Tour

 

 

 


YA Fantasy
Date Published: August 15, 2014

 
Three nations teeter on the brink of war, and caught in the middle, a brother and sister find themselves surrounded by dangers they never imagined. 

Adopted by the Yurha, Toby still struggles to properly fit in.  Hunting in the forest, he stumbles across a jeweled cuff that attaches to his wrist and won’t come off.  Afraid at first, he is soon thrilled to discover the cuff carries powerful magic.  But as he tries to control it, he realizes the cuff is still linked to its original owner - an owner who will go to cruel lengths to get his magic back.

Miles away, Toby’s twin sister Ora struggles with life in a strange city.  She and family have fled Yois for Nietza, where Ora will not be arrested for possessing magic.  However, Nietza is not the magical paradise Ora had imagined.  Despite her new friends, she can’t feel safe in a country where women are little more than pawns. 

Secrets, brutal murders and war edging ever closer drive both siblings from their safe places.  Failure to stop those who pursue them will mean a fate worse than death. 


Toby worked at the wrist cuff, but it hardly budged.  It had become something like a piece of his arm.
Leaves shuddered overhead.  A pair of squirrels raced over the branches, chittering.  Toby sat alone against the bole of a tree, a half mile or so from the settlement.  No sign of an oversized hawk, but he had a better idea than scanning the branches.  He’d ended up inside the hawk’s mind before.  He thought he could do it again.
He stripped away his leggings and loin cloth and laid them beside him.  Naked, he shivered, despite the unusual heat of the mid-autumn day.  A thrill of fear coursed through him at the other part of his plan.  The memory of pale fur sprouting across his arm stuck hard in Toby’s head.  If it means what I think it means, the thought drifted as Toby steadied his breathing.  He pressed his back against the rough bark and sank into the wrist cuff.     
The wellspring of magic nearly swallowed him.  He tried to imitate what Kyat had done, pushing his awareness away from the crystals, and into the metal.  A different power, with the taste of metal, stung him.  
Blackness swallowed him.  He fought to stay aware.  Everything shifted, spun, and someone else’s mind swept over and around him.  He glimpsed scaled claws and dark feathers.  The hawk.
He watched through the creature’s eyes, and felt what it felt.  Spasms wracked its body. One claw flattened, flexed, the scales melting away to reveal a misshapen foot.  Toby cried out at the pain of even that small success.  Then the foot twitched and turned back into a claw, and with a strangled cry, the hawk took flight.
Toby was thrown back into his body.  He knew the hawk hid somewhere at the north-eastern edge of the pack’s territory, where the hills began to give way to mountains.  He’d also learned something else; the feel of a type of magic he’d never experienced before.  He sent his mind back into the wrist cuff.  
He pushed away the bits of his magic, and other magics he couldn’t name.  In the midst of those, the cuff held a bundle of power that curled and writhed.  Shifting magic.  
To wear fur and run on all fours.  To howl and tumble with his brothers.  To run with the pack during full moon hunts, and take down a deer with his teeth.  To be a wolf, like his family.  To be truly one of them.
Toby willed every ounce of those thoughts into the magic and spread it through his body.
A cramp struck his lower belly and doubled him over, then dropped him to his knees.  His chest tightened and, for a moment, panic seized him, and he wanted to shove the magic away.
He breathed slowly while spasms wracked his body.  The bones in his legs cracked first, shifting, and forcing him to stand awkwardly on his hands and feet.  Then his arms and back twisted.  His face crunched, stretched.  His shoulders popped.  Fur grew, like tiny pins bursting out of his skin.  The whine of an animal spilled from his throat.  


S. M. Pace

S. M. Pace lives with her husband in the wilds of Virginia, along with a pond full of fish, a turtle and too many squirrels.  When she's not writing, she's wrangling a dozen pre-schoolers, learning a new recipe or reading.
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How to Identify Your Writing Problems
My answer to this is pretty cut and dry, and something you probably already know.  Let other people read your work.  People who are not your best friends or relatives, who don’t care about bruising your delicate ego, and who genuinely want to help you become a better writer.
That last one is hard to find, but a gem when you find it.  Beta readers and critiquers who actually like your writing style, but will also tell you when something doesn’t work are like gold.  Try to hold on to them whenever you find them.  
In my opinion, a writer, especially just starting out, is too close to their story to identify issues in their writing.  What makes perfect sense to you, as the writer, because you have all the background knowledge, will leave a reader scratching their head.  “Why did Lady Anastasia chuck that whole box of jewelry into the lake?  She could have sold it and escaped to America, like she wanted.”
“No,” you insist. “That jewelry was a gift from her dead lover, and she could never bring herself to belittle his memory by selling it.  That’s revealed in chapter 25.”  
“Yeah, you may want to reveal that a lot sooner, or she seems kind of dumb.” Not revealing information soon enough is a pretty common problem, and definitely one I suffer from.   
Or maybe you use an abundance of adverbs, or you like to call characters by various names and epithets to avoid repeating words.  For example, John Jingleheimer Smith, is alternately John, Jackie, Jingles, Smith, Smitty and the blond-haired man, all in chapter one.  
I exaggerate, but you get the idea.  These are things that you won’t see as problems, because they work for you.  They are a part of how you process the initial rough draft, and a part of your writing style, and who you are as a writer.
By no means am I saying allow critiquers to re-write a story for you, or change your writing style.  But look for trends in critiques, and look for things that pop out at you.  Sometimes a single comment can help you spot an issue that even that critiquer wasn’t fully aware of.  As you grow more as a writer, you’ll get the hang of reading and revising your own work, and get better at spotting the problems a piece of your own writing has.  But I strongly suggest you never stop having your work beta read.  Even a seasoned writer benefits from getting other opinions.   


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1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for taking part in my blog tour, and showcasing Wings of the Butterfly.

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