Final week – GoodReads Epsilon: Broken Stars ARC giveaway!

The book has already been released in print, but we are doing an ARC giveaway on GoodReads for Epsilon: Broken Stars.  Get in on the drawing today!

Entries close on September 17 and the copies will be mailed shortly after that.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Epsilon by Erin Klitzke

Epsilon

by Erin Klitzke

Giveaway ends September 17, 2012.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

 

Enter to win

Good luck to everyone who enters!

Author Erin M. Klitzke will be hand-selling copies of both Epsilon: Broken Stars and What Angels Fear at the Grand Valley Renaissance Festival in Allendale, MI October 6-7.

Releases and updates – Awakenings: Book One and Epsilon: Broken Stars by Erin M. Klitzke; The Soldier by WEB McLeod

Due to some unforseen circumstances, the release dates of Awakenings: Book One and Epsilon: Broken Stars (print release) have been delayed to July.  Both are currently in proof review stages.

There were some issues with the initial layout and proofing of Awakenings: Book One that have delayed its release, but pending the latest review, it should be available in early July.  Epsilon: Broken Stars should be available in mid to late July.

 

Recently released from Taliesin Ambrose Books is a short story, The Soldier, by debut author WEB McLeod.  The book is available wherever ebooks are sold, including Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, and Amazon.

We’ll update everyone when Awakenings: Book One and Epsilon: Broken Stars will be available in print!

Happy Summer, everyone.

Coming soon from Taliesin Ambrose Books: Awakenings Book One

Awakenings Book One will be available this coming May in print from Taliesin Ambrose Books.  It’s in the final line editing stages now, soon to be in the printed proof stage!  It’s an exciting transition from web serial to print (and deluxe ebook) edition.  Here’s a taste of the new Prologue to Book One.

“Please,” I whispered, cradling his face in my hands.  “Please, Thom.  Please don’t leave me.  Not like this.”

His face was flushed with fever, eyes tired and ringed by circles so dark they were almost black.  “I don’t know if I have a choice about that.”  His fingers were like ice as they brushed my cheek.  “I never stopped loving you, Mar.  I promise I never will.  Kingdom come, end of time, end of everything.  I’ve always loved you and I always will.”

I threw my arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder.  His chest convulsed as he hugged me tightly, the sound of his raspy breath in my ear, his silent tears dropping one by one into my hair.  I kept holding on long after our tears were spent and the sky grew dark outside.  I didn’t want to let go.  The road had been so long, so hard, but it still didn’t seem long enough, the brief flashes of joy amidst the suffering bittersweet in their brevity.  I couldn’t let him go, not now, not ever.

“The end already came, Thom,” I said.  “Do you still love me?”

He stirred, lifting his chin from the top of my head and meeting my gaze, wear etched in the lines of his face and pain behind his blue eyes.  “I said so.”

I nodded, swallowing past a lump in my throat.  “Promise you’ll always be with me.”

He opened his mouth to protest but closed it again.  He nodded somberly, taking my face in his hands, his fingers warming against my skin.  “I promise.”

I shivered.  His eyes were like blue witchlights glowing in the dim, as if he were already some kind of spirit still barely clinging to flesh.  My throat tightened and I briefly wondered what I had just done to him.

He kissed my forehead gently.  “We’ll have a future together,” he said, his voice a bare whisper.  “One way or another.  Love finds a way when fate plays its hand.”

“You don’t believe in fate,” I said.  “You’ve always said you don’t believe in fate.”

Thom squeezed his eyes shut.

“I lied.”


The dream left me shaken and weighed heavily on my mind right up until the moment I got called into work for one last shift at the store before I finished packing up and headed east.  An Ivy League graduate program awaited me in New England, and despite everything I’d leave behind in Michigan, it was an opportunity I couldn’t afford to turn my back on.

By early afternoon, I was up a ladder in the storage closet, reorganizing things into a more orderly, logical arrangement.  I had the music turned up loud enough to drown out the awful muszak the store played at corporate’s direction.  The task was just the thing to get my mind off of everything—off the dream, off my guilt at leaving my brother here alone, and off of Thom, who’d gone off to Chicago to avoid saying good-bye.

I still loved him even if he couldn’t bring himself to love me anymore.  That was why the dream had hurt so much, bothered me so much.  After I left to head out east, we’d probably never see each other again.

Belting out lyrics to a song I’d heard a dozen times in the last week at the top of my lungs, I was stacking toilet paper on the shelves of the storage closet when I realized I wasn’t singing along with the radio anymore—I was singing along with static.

“Damn it anyway,” I muttered, putting the last couple rolls on the shelf haphazardly and climbing down from the ladder.  Of course it would flake out when I’m up a ladder.  Bloody radio.

The thing was probably as old as I was and got staticy often enough, but it usually wasn’t the full-on static across the band that I was hearing.  I started to fiddle with the tuning dial, leaning against the shelves inside the small space, chewing my lower lip.  I don’t remember them saying that the fragments from that asteroid were going to screw with radio signals—satellite, yeah, but radio?  I mumbled a few more curse words as I continued to play with the tuner, only to find static across all the bands.

“Damn it,” I muttered again, annoyance growing with each passing second.  “What the hell is going on here?”

The world exploded.

More details on availability soon!

What Angels Fear trade paperback now available!

ImageWe’re excited to announce that What Angels Fear is now available as a trade paperback at createspace.com and Amazon.com.  The list price is $4.95 for this 122-page paperback, which includes a preview ofAwakenings: Book One, also by author Erin M. Klitzke.

Teaser:

A hand grasped my arm.

I jerked, reeling away from the touch.  The hand snapped open and I went down on my butt in the grass.

“Who the hell are you?”  I demanded before I’d actually seen who’d grabbed me.

A woman about my age stood over me.  She had bristle-short red hair and was dressed in a black jumpsuit that made her look like some sort of extra from The Matrix.  She stared at me for a moment, then said softly, “You need to get out of here before someone else finds you.”

Someone else?  I was a little worried about anyone finding me.

She offered me a hand up.  I stared at it for a moment as if it were a snake about to strike.

“Who are you?”  I asked again.

She shook her head slightly, stone-faced.  “You don’t want to know.”

Her expression reminded me of someone else.  Oh, shit.  Darien.  That’s who it reminds me of.  It was the same blank mask of an expression that he wore most of the time, though this girl seemed much, much more functional than he did.

I took her hand slowly and let her pull me to my feet.

“You should get back to town,” she said quietly as she released my hand.  “You’re missing the show.”  She turned back toward the wall and walked toward it, looking back at me for just a moment.

 With that last long, measuring look, she walked through the wall and vanished.

What Angels Fear is also available as an ebook at all major retailers. 

Welcome!

Welcome to the home page for Taliesin Ambrose Books, a small press based in Michigan.  We curently publish two authors, Erin M. Klitzke and WEB McLeod.  We are a small press specializing in science fiction and fantasy at this time.

Stay tuned for more updates.