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Sour Candy by Kealan Patrick Burke #review

Kealan Patrick Burke

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Title : Sour Candy
Author: Kealan Patrick Burke
Published: 2015
Pages:: 67
Format:: ebook

 

At first glance, Phil Pendelton and his son Adam are just an ordinary father and son, no different from any other. They take walks in the park together, visit county fairs, museums, and zoos, and eat together overlooking the lake. Some might say the father is a little too accommodating given the lack of discipline when the child loses his temper in public. Some might say he spoils his son by allowing him to eat candy whenever he wants and set his own bedtimes. Some might say that such leniency is starting to take its toll on the father, given how his health has declined.

What no one knows is that Phil is a prisoner, and that up until a few weeks ago and a chance encounter at a grocery store, he had never seen the child before in his life.

A new novella from the Bram Stoker Award-winning author of THE TURTLE BOY and KIN.

I’ve never wanted kids. At 35 I still have people ask me when I’ll have some. Most don’t like when I say never. I apparently have no clue what I want in life because they are all so sure I’ll change my mind. Oddly the older I get the more I don’t want kids and happier I am that I am child free. I don’t like being around kids when they are screaming at the top of their lungs and parents don’t tell them to behave. I find the idea of pregnancy to be revolting. This book for someone like myself is quite frankly chilling, it is sheer and pure hell.

That being said I loved this book. It is such a well written piece of horror that I instantly went and bought another of the authors books.

Imagine going out to buy groceries and while there in the isle minding your own business a child lets our a blood curdling scream. Imagine that when you go home after a very strange day that child is there waiting for you. Daddy have some candy it says. And so begins the hell that is your life. A psychological horror more so than blood and guts but chill you to the marrow it will. Brilliantly written the child and adult are perfectly done characters who’s story will hook you even if you are terrified. The ending continues the terror and left me not just not wanting children but terrified of being anywhere near one.

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Haterz by James Goss #review

Haterz

 

Haterz : Haterz
AuthorJames Goss
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PublishedSolaris Feb 24, 2015
Pages:: 448
Format:: eARC

 

Is there someone online who really grates on you? That friend who’s always bragging about their awesome life and endlessly sharing tired memes, and who just doesn’t get jokes? Look at your Twitter feed: don’t you get cross at the endless rage, the thoughtless bigotry and the pleading for celebrity retweets? Meet Dave, a street fundraiser and fan of cat pictures. He’s decided that unfollowing just isn’t enough. He’s determined to make the internet a nicer place, whatever it takes. When he killed his best friend’s girlfriend, he wasn’t planning on changing the world. She was just really annoying on Facebook. But someone saw, and made him an offer. Someone who knows what he’s capable of, and wants to use him to take control of the darkness at the heart of the internet. And now the bodies – the comment trolls, the sexual predators, the obnoxious pop stars – are starting to mount up…

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I must say I found this book to be a big disappointment. I went into it expecting one thing and getting another. This has happened previously and has turned out well so getting a different book from what one was expecting is fine, this however just didn’t work for me. I requested the book on Netgalley because it sounds great and the cover is cool. I thought it would be more about cyber bullying and as I’ve got friends who’ve experienced this and its important topic that should be covered, I thought I’d give it a go. It is a dark crime novel so I thought it may be a bit edgy and it certainly was that, the main problem is the protagonist. I didn’t like him.

Told in the first person, he’s well a douche. Dave kills online annoyances. Beware trolls he’s out to get you. I was quite amused by this in particular the portion on the author who is a jerk and doesn’t take negative reviews well. As a book blogger this really perked me up but I ended up skimming that whole section because it didn’t capture my attention.

The beginning I found annoyingly sucked in by and yet I thought numerous times I should put it down. It’s like 50 shades of bad reading. You don’t want to read it and yet you’ve been sucked in and can’t put it down. It starts off with Dave killing his friends girlfriend but his describing these events grated on my nerves. As I was saying, as I was saying. Really this is how you get into the “juicy” bits? The book is badly in need of editing and I did get an unedited proof copy so I can’t say anything in that regard other than I do so hope its sliced and diced before publication because it needs it.

Some parts had me sucked in and were hilarious and I was mad to know what happened but often I wanted to stop but couldn’t resist continuing. Clearly the book has appealing parts but overall it was not a satisfying read. The protagonist is a nut job serial killer and you would think this would be interesting and yes some of it was but other parts I skimmed or skipped over completely. I didn’t find the ending satisfying either. Overall it was not a read I would recommend or would ever reread.

 

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Fractured Dream (The Dreamer Saga, Book 1) by K.M. Randall

Genre: Fantasy, Fairytale

Published: June 21, 2014 by Booktrope Publishing

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Have you ever wondered where fairytales go once they’re created?

It’s been eight years since Story Sparks last had a dream. Now they’re back, tormenting her as nightmares she can’t remember upon waking. The black waters of Lake Sandeen, where her Uncle Peter disappeared decades before, may hold the secret to Story’s hidden memories, or a truth she’d rather not know. On a bright summer afternoon, Story and her two best friends, Elliott and Adam, take a hike to the lake, where they dive into the cool water and never reemerge. What they find is beyond anything they’ve ever imagined could be possible, a world where dangers lurk in the form of Big Bad Wolves, living Nightmares and meddlesome witches and gods.

Now Story must remember who she really is and somehow stop two worlds from ultimate annihilation, all while trying not to be too distracted by the inexplicable pull she feels toward a certain dark-eyed traveler who seems to have secrets of his own. The fates of the worlds are counting on her.

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KM RandallAbout the Author

As a girl, K.M. always wished she’d suddenly come into magical powers or cross over into a Faerie circle. Although that has yet to happen, she instead lives vicariously through the characters she creates in writing fantasy and delving into the paranormal. When K.M. is not busy writing her next novel, she is the editor-in-chief of a blog covering the media industry, as well as an editor with Booktrope Publishing. She has a master’s degree in journalism from Syracuse University and a bachelor’s degree in English-Lit from Nazareth College of Rochester. K.M. lives in Upstate New York’s Finger Lakes region with her husband and her extremely energetic little boy. Fractured Dream is her first novel.

 

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Winter Angel by Mia Hoddell free on #amazon

 

Winter Angel

by Mia Hoddell

Genre: YA Romance

Release date: 25th June 2014

Length: Novella

Blurb:

She was on holiday. He was tricked into returning.
Neither of them wanted to be there, but neither could avoid it.

Amy wants to be back under the sun in Portugal. However, when her suggestion is overruled in favour of a skiing holiday, even she can’t turn it down. What she couldn’t have predicted is that the holiday could make her break the one, and only, rule she has: not to get into a serious relationship again.

When Amy first sees Luke, she knows something is wrong. He’s struggling to cope with everything and her need to help people makes him the perfect distraction from the cold. He hasn’t been to the Alps in five years and he swore to never ski again. But as his defences are broken by Amy’s persistence, the winter paradise begins to reawaken his desires.

However, with constant flashbacks triggering his anxiety, he’s torn, battling conflicting emotions as he becomes increasingly captivated by Amy. She has a rule though. She didn’t go on holiday to fall for someone and the last thing she needs is to ignore her own advice. Whether or not she can move past her insecurities will depend on whether Luke can face his biggest fear.

 
Winter Angel is a standalone, young adult romance novella, but is the second book in the Seasons of Change series.

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Excerpt
White. Gazing out of the small, circular window, it
was the only colour he could see surrounding him. The bursts of light—which had
broken through the heavy, grey clouds—were reflected back as the ground grew
closer with each passing second. Not too long ago he had been blissfully
unaware of the location his sister was dragging him to for a holiday. A bubble
of excitement had surrounded him throughout the early morning as he got up, and
stayed with him through travelling to the airport and catching the flight. However,
it had burst as soon as the icy tips of the mountains appeared and the plane
began its descent. Until that moment, he had hoped his guesses had been wrong.
His sister had carefully planned
the trip, making sure to hide all clues as to where they were heading, and as
she glanced across at him, it seemed as if she had been successful. Luke’s
knuckles were white on the arm rests. He had claimed both of them, gripping
them so hard they looked like they would snap under the force, or at least be
moulded to the shape of his hands when he removed them.
Ellie watched as he took in a
shaky breath, but she heard no exhale.
“Luke?”
The silence that filled the space
around them was icier than the Alps they had just flown over. Her brother’s
gaze remained fixed on the window, watching as the ground, and his fate, drew
ever closer. Deep, ragged breaths steamed up the window, which was almost
touching his nose. Desperately, he tried to control the tremors shaking his
body, and his pounding heart, from the fear that washed over him in waves.
“Luke, please, say something.”
Worry had crept into Ellie’s tone. She had thought her idea would do him good,
that forcing him to face everything would turn him back into his old self.
Ellie missed the brother she had grown up with and wanted him back. However,
seeing his eyes wide with fear, his jaw clenched in anger, and his arms tense
with both, suddenly she wasn’t so sure about her plan.
“You promised, Ellie. You swore
you wouldn’t pressure me, and I trusted you with that. You know how I feel
about this.” His voice was sharp and curt as he spoke through clenched teeth,
trying to keep a hold on his emotions.
The urge to flee surged within
him. He wanted to go home, to get off the plane and board the next flight
straight back to England, but he couldn’t. Not only was the plane still minutes
from landing—trapping him in the confines of economy class, which felt even
smaller as realisation forced him to understand Ellie’s plans—but he also
refused to waste more money on the pointless trip Ellie had conned him into
taking. If he was going to use the money he had earned from before everything
changed, it would be on his own terms.
“You’ll enjoy it when you’re
there,” Ellie stated, brushing off his comments like they meant nothing to her.
“That’s easy for you to say. You
don’t have to live with, or through, what I have.” Luke was trying hard to
control his voice. Had they been in private, he would have already been
shouting. The cramped environment meant that Ellie was getting off lightly, but
he swore that when they reached their chalet, he would not hold back. She had
no right to interfere with his life.
“Never tell me I didn’t live
through it, Luke. I was there when it happened, in the hospital, and when you
got home. I was there through it all. It may not have been me, but it wasn’t
like it had no effect on my life,” Ellie hissed. It was the only way she could
convey her anger without disturbing other passengers.
“Why though, Ellie? Why is this
such a big deal to you?” Luke’s eyes were full of sorrow as he turned to face
his sister for the first time, begging to understand her reasoning for putting
him through something she knew would hurt him.
 
About the Author
 
Mia Hoddell lives in the UK with her family and two
cats. She spends most of her time writing or reading, loves anything paranormal
and has an overactive imagination that keeps her up until the early hours of
the morning.
 
With three poems published before the age of
sixteen, Mia moved on to short stories but finding she had too much to tell
with too little space, Mia progressed to novels. She started her first series (The Wanderer Trilogy) at the age of
fourteen and since then hasn’t stopped writing. Elemental Killers is her second series and with an ever growing
list of ideas, Mia is trying to keep up with the speed at which her imagination
generates them.
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Scrawling by Jonathan Gould spotlight

Welcome to a quick look at Scrawling by author Jonathan Gould. I’ve had Jonathan on previously when he had a book tour for his previous book Flidderbugs, I’m pleased to share his latest. A short story which is on sale for a dollar on amazon.

 

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Neville Lansdowne drowned in a sea of words.

Of course, he didn’t really drown. You can’t actually drown in a sea of words. But you can sink a long way down into its depths, and that’s exactly what happened to Neville.

Deep down in an undersea world constructed entirely out of words, Neville meets some peculiar new companion and soon finds himself in the middle of another strange and wholly unexpected adventure

 

 

Excerpt:

Before setting off into the coral reef, Neville thought he should check again on the marks from his encounter with the Snark. He was a little concerned to see that the words were still there, inscribed all over his body. And rather than fading, they actually seemed to be slightly clearer than before. He tried not to be too worried. After all, there was a whole new world here to explore. Surely, these marks weren’t going to cause him any long-term harm. So, with a couple of hesitant steps, he entered the coral reef.

Instantly, Neville found himself immersed in a truly extraordinary landscape—or to be more precise, wordscape. All about him, the marvellous arrangements of words were almost beyond description. Long, shimmery word fans fluttered like feather boas. Twisty, windy word-chains wrapped around themselves in complex, tangled knots. Short, stout words piled one atop the other, constructing sculptures of endlessly detailed design.

Half walking, half swimming, and half floating, Neville made his way through the reef. He hopped from rock to rock, being careful not to dislodge any of the remarkable features on display and to avoid the fluttering tentacles of sea anemones. Having already experienced the verbal barrage of the Snark, he knew words could sting.

The fish of the reef circled and darted all about, quite oblivious to the visitor in their midst. The swirling of their colourful bodies and the fluttering of their fins and tails against the multi-hued coral of the reef produced the most wondrous effects Neville had ever seen, like the workings of an abstract artist throwing whole tins of paint across a canvas.

Enjoyable as this exploration was, Neville soon found himself in sensory overload and in urgent need of a rest. Finding a place where he could sit safely amidst the delicate coral posed a bit of a challenge, but eventually he found a quiet spot underneath a rocky overhang. It provided just enough space for Neville to spread his legs and relax.

Slightly hidden away from the main part of the reef, Neville found that the fish were content to leave him in peace. But after a while, one fish poked its head around the rocks and eyed him warily.

This fish differed quite significantly from the other fish in the reef. While the other fish were bright and colourful, this one was a rather drab shade of greyish brown. And while the other fish were unusually shaped, with fronds and crests and long dangling fins, this one had a rather uninteresting dumpy shape.

After observing Neville for a minute or so, the fish swam up to him.

“You’re not from here,” it said in a rather dry and uninteresting voice.

“No, I’m not,” said Neville.

“What do you think of it?”

‘Think of what?”

“That lot out there.” The fish indicated with a fin back towards the brilliantly bustling coral reef.

“The coral reef? I think it’s beautiful.”

The fish turned its nose up and made a kind of sniffing noise. “You think it’s beautiful?”

“Oh yes, I do. It’s one of the most amazing sights I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh,” said the fish, with barely concealed disdain.

“You don’t think so?” said Neville.

The fish made a strange sort of gesture which, had it possessed shoulders, might have been taken for a shrug. “It’s all right I suppose. Just a bit on the noisy and crowded side for me, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Neville.

“And far too bright as well. After a while my eyes start to hurt. But it’s really not a big deal.”

“That’s too bad.”

“And did I mention that the sharp edges on the coral hurt my fins. And the water gets so bubbly, it makes my gills pop. And as for the fish here, they think they’re so superior, just because they’re pretty and colourful.”

“Then what are you doing here?” said Neville, a bit annoyed by this fish’s somewhat grating manner.

“Just felt like I wanted a change. You don’t want to see the place I’ve come from.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Where do I begin? It’s dark and gloomy.”

“But you were complaining about how bright it is here,” said Neville. “Wouldn’t dark and gloomy be an improvement?”

“Just because I don’t care much for bright and colourful doesn’t mean I have to be a big fan of dark and gloomy,” said the fish. “And besides, I hadn’t finished. Can I also say that there are hardly any other fish there. I tell you, a fish can get so lonesome on its own.”

“But you said it’s too noisy and crowded here,” Neville protested. He was starting to understand why the other fish steered clear of this one.

“There’s nothing inconsistent about that. I can dislike too many fish just as much as I dislike not enough. I can also dislike the fact that it’s dirty and muddy, and the food is abysmal, and there’s nothing at all that might qualify as entertainment. Not to mention—”

“Complain a lot, don’t you,” Neville interjected.

‘I beg your pardon,” said the fish.

“You complain a lot, don’t you,” Neville repeated. As he spoke, he adjusted his legs. His little nook seemed slightly tighter than before.

“What else am I supposed to do?” said the fish.

“What do you mean?”

“What else am I supposed to do except complain? I’m a Carp.”

“You’re a what?” said Neville.

“I’m a Carp,” said the fish again. “We complain. We gripe and we groan and we criticise and complain. That’s the whole point of being a Carp. Look closely if you don’t believe me.”

Neville made a closer inspection of the Carp. Sure enough, like all the other fish, it was made out of words. However, this Carp wasn’t made up of brightly coloured, fanciful, and imaginative sorts of words, like the other fish on the reef. It was composed entirely of complaining words and criticising words.

“Is that the only reason you complain and criticise?” said Neville. “Because you’re made out of complaining and criticising sorts of words?”

“All right, so maybe that’s not the only reason,” said the Carp. “Let’s face it, there are so many things to complain about in the first place.”

“But there are lots of things not to complain about as well,” said Neville. “If you made a little effort, I’m sure you could start to see the positive in the things around you.”

“If I made a little effort,” said the Carp doubtfully.

“Just a little effort ought to be enough. There are so many wonderful things to see here, you’re sure to find something.” As he finished, Neville pulled his knees up to his chest. It was getting really cramped in there.

“All right, if you say so.” The Carp pursed its mouth. Its fins began to quiver and its eyes began to bulge. After a few seconds, Neville began to get concerned.

“Are you all right?”

“I have to say, I’m finding this to be quite a bit more than a little effort.”

“I’m sorry,” said Neville. “I just thought—”

“I also have to say that not only am I not finding anything positive in the things around me, I am also finding a number of things distinctly more negative than before.”

“I was only trying to help.”

“My eyes feel like they’re about to explode, my rear dorsal fin is decidedly shaky, and my gills have totally run out of puff.”

“Look, I’m sure if you just—” Neville didn’t get to finish his sentence, partly because the space in which he was confined had become so tiny, it could no longer contain him, but mainly because he had just realised what made it contract so dramatically.

It was the words of the Carp. Every time one of these carping, complaining words struck the rocks that defined Neville’s little nook, it made them shrink a little. It was as if this endless criticism, this constant belittling of the things all around, was actually making those things just that little bit smaller and duller and less appealing.

Neville had to struggle to extract himself from his tiny cubby-hole.

“Where are you going?” the Carp called after him.

“Somewhere else,” said Neville. In truth, he didn’t know himself, but he had to get away from this miserable Carp. In a place where words could combine to create the most wonderful and incredible world imaginable, he didn’t want to spend any more time listening to words that could only do the opposite.

 

 

jgouldJonathan Gould is a Melbourne-based writer and doodler.
He calls his stories “dag-lit” because they’re the sort of stories that don’t easily fit into the standard genres. Some might think of them as comic fantasies, or modern fairytales for the young and the young-at-heart.
Over the years, his writing has been compared to Douglas Adams, Monty Python, A.A. Milne, Lewis Carroll, the Goons, Dr Seuss and even Enid Blyton (in a good way).

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