I Am Not Afraid To Stand Firm On My Faith

To those who have dared to accuse me of not practicing what I preach, my faith reaches out through every single book I write. The proof is in the pudding:



“Where are you going?” Rex demanded, following me. I walked to the waterfall, transfixed by it. It was calling to me. Its unearthly beauty was like a siren’s call, urging me to touch it. I did and drew my hand back, wondering how my hand could feel like it was being submerged in ice and fire at the same time. I touched it again and the water-like substance came down over my arm, seeming to glow only brighter. It was beautiful, moving in waves over my skin. But when I realized that it was moving up my arm all of its own volition and heading toward my shoulder, I pulled back. That didn’t stop it, though. I tried to pull it off with my other hand, but more of it pooled onto that hand and moved up that arm. I tore at it, starting to feel panicked, but quickly gave up all hope as it spread all over my whole body, centering over my heart.

I cried out as the waterfall suddenly reached out and enveloped me, seeming to start from where the waters pooled over my heart. I screwed my eyes up, thinking I was going to drown, but the loss of feeling never came. Opening my eyes, I was blinded by light again. But this time it seemed to come from within me. Though I could hear no words, strident murmurings met my ears. Or was it my ears? I seemed to be hearing nothing at all, yet I could perceive the sound of voices; hundreds of them that all seemed to belong to the same source. A warm feeling of love came with them as I tried to understand exactly what was happening. Could this be the place of healing Shitheed spoke of?

“Who are you?”I asked, still able to speak through the light and water. The whispering still continued, but no answer came to me.

“There’s no one here,” Rex said, starting to sound frightened. “What’s the matter with you, Shira?!”

But I couldn’t listen as a strong wave of energy washed over my soul, taking me over. Memories that didn’t seem to belong to me crashed through my mind, spinning into a crescendo that I couldn’t follow. People and places that I had never seen were given to my mind. But after what seemed like an instant of an eternity, I started to recognize certain people. Treyven spun past and Shitheed along with a lot of others whom I didn’t know. Knowledge of what I must do was being given to me, to be made sure I was ready.

“What are you?”I asked again, watching in wonder as I was taught what would be needed in the future. I didn’t get an answer, nor did I need one as a thunderous wave of love and power came to me, feeling like it was wrapping around my entire being.

It was the One from which all Tro came. This was the Presence Brin was always speaking of and praying to. No doubt sat in my mind now. He promised me all of the joy of the future and the hope of the past if only I would trust Him. I held on for a second and then surrendered to Him totally, hoping it was the right thing to do. Unable to comprehend the vast feeling of power around me, I felt tiny in the way of His path. I was nothing without Him and everything to Him. We all were it seemed. He heard my plea for healing and for my memories to return and acted on it, spinning renewed life through my mind. I sighed as the power leant strength to my weak limbs and restored them. But I reached out as it withdrew, leaving my mind. My brain was full of knowledge and powerful promise. I closed my eyes in acceptance as I realized that my recollections and powers had not been given back to me. There was something I would do in the future that would bring them back to me, but the time was not now. With one last hug around my soul, the Presence was gone from me, leaving only my confusion and gratitude. But now opening my eyes, I saw that I never even moved. My foot was still where it had been and Chalorn was still pressed into my side, waiting to see if anything would emerge from the bushes.

Rex was standing beside me, eyes reeling about. I knew what I experienced hadn’t been a hallucination, but it certainly looked that way. My hands were still on the gun and I tapped the ground in front of my foot with the edge of my sneaker. It was solid. There was no underground caverns here or beneath my feet.

Rex was whirling around next to me, utterly nerve stricken. He stopped, looking to me with open fear. “I saw it. I touched your mind and it was real…“ No one was more surprised than me as Rex lost his composure entirely and stumbled to his knees, tripping over his shoes. “It was real,” he said again, eyes not quite focused on me as the truth came over him. “He was real.”

Chalorn whimpered up at me with wide eyes and then moved in front of me, sniffing the ground. Somehow I knew he was looking for the fish we’d seen. He looked at me with a confused sniff and then sat with a thud, throwing his head back into a mournful cry. I shook my head and stowed my gun back into its holster, still weirded out by this whole thing. But as I did, I froze again, seeing that there were silver lines all over my skin. They twisted around my limbs and gleamed as they began to fade.

“Do you have your memories?”Rex asked weakly, getting to his feet. I dragged my sleeves up, looking for the lines, but they were gone. Amazingly on top of that, my clothes were tight to my skin, baggy no longer. The bruises and redness were gone, too.

“I’m healed,” I whispered, seeing how I’d been restored.

(Forgotten Hart)

Do not dare question my dedication to God. Good will always prevail over evil, whether you falsely judge me or not.

I believe.

– @highlight Maggie Lynn

Forgotten Hart: Väktare of All Realms Series Book 3 is live!

The Herald Väktare bears a new title in the apocalyptic battle of good vs. evil: Shira Hart amnesiac.
When a black magic spell strips her of her memory, powers and identity, Shira Black Hart faces the impossible question of what matters most: who you are or who you choose to be?
With secret enemies lurking in the shadows, there is no safe haven to run to. As Brin seemingly abandons her and a new forbidden attraction flares, she must decide whether to believe what her fractured mind is telling her or to follow her traitorous heart. Xydon’s son may desire to claim the Herald Väktare for himself, but evil’s secret weapon has risen from its grave. While Shira Hart must stop the consuming tide of darkness from rising, the only enemy standing in her way is the worst adversary of them all: herself.

Here’s a special sneak peek

Prologue

A furious rattling roused me from my stupor.

I blinked confusedly, trying to adjust to the blackness around me. Instead of my pillow, my head was resting on dry sands. The sun rising over the horizon told me that this definitely wasn’t my bedroom, nor was I alone in my bed.

Well, I wouldn’t say alone. The irked rattlesnake at my feet paused its rattling long enough for me to scuttle backward in alarm. It slithered off with a curse sent in my direction after I sent it a hasty apology for disturbing it. Then I was alone in the low dawn light, the dusty soil dry and sharp under my palms. I was laying completely alone in the center of a very large, open expanse of desert.

Or was I? I could hear echoes in my mind that didn’t seem to belong to me. But then they were gone. Had I imagined the whole thing? Or was I losing my mind?

 How had I gotten here? I had no memory of leaving my room in my grandfather’s underground compound. Last I remembered, Brin was carrying me to bed after dozing off during a movie, pressing a kiss to my cheek. He tucked me in as I fell asleep.

As I stumbled backward, I came into a whole new kind of horror. I recognized this place. This expanse of desert was one I’d been to only once, two months before. The debris may have been gone from the landscape, but the cactuses remained singed by the fires that had burned here. I would have recognized it anywhere, my insides constricting in panic like a vice.

I was standing on the edge of the crash zone where I’d absorbed Shitheed’s life force. But it couldn’t be. He was dead. I watched him die.

Yet as the dawn spread over the morning sky, I knew without a doubt that something was still to be unearthed. The restlessness in my soul was reawakening with gusto.

It wasn’t over. Somehow I had been brought back here. The question was why and, even better, how. A thousand voices sang in my head, “It’s not over. It’s just begun…”

But what could it be? Shitheed was dead.

Or was he…

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Of All Realms Flash Sale! Just .99 cents!

To celebrate the release of Forgotten Hart next week, Book 1 & 2 of the Vaktare of All Realms series Cursed Hart and Black Hart are on sale for .99 cents each, today only!

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Lost by the Fidem. Hunted by Xydon. Her family murdered… Only one power can save them all; the power of a herald Väktare and her Protectore. 
When a mysterious stranger arrives at Shira Black’s motorcycle restoration shop, trying to kidnap her and knowing her true identity, all hell breaks loose… quite literally due to her curse. Her only hope to stay free and in turn alive, is to trust two brothers to find the last of her family. To survive, they must unite their powers to evade the demonic forces of evil looking to capture her soul…

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House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas – Book Review: Disappointing

This book had such potential, but unfortunately fell disappointingly short. That said, I won’t trash it entirely. The novel kept me reading, even though at times I was scratching my head with the inconsistencies and sudden, impromptu twists. The story had intricate elements which were at best intriguing, but at many points did not cohesively mesh together.

My thoughts:

1 – Pacing issues. For 800 pages, perhaps the story would’ve gripped the audience more securely if things had been sped up. I do not know if the book was rushed in its editing period, but I felt as though at minimum 200 pages might have been trimmed down even further, if not removed entirely.

2 – When twists surfaced in the plot, I often felt they had not been properly set up for the reader. They came without warning and sometimes felt out of character for the person in question. Perhaps more foreshadowing would’ve aided the transitions and actions.

3 – The copious amount of swearing, and mostly at the beginning of the novel, felt as if it cheapened the writing. Having read Maas’ other works, I know how well she can write without resorting to that measure. They began to feel like a crutch to support the story, especially since about halfway through the book, less expletives were used by the characters. That character inconsistency there made it feel as if they were unnecessary and added only for shock effect.

Note: I’ve read and enjoyed many books where the characters swore (and far more copiously and colorfully than in this one), but it seemed natural for them to do so. The usages in this dialogue seemed unnecessary and forced.

4 – The allusions to banging everyone in the bathroom only added to that ‘cheapened’ effect. And considering everyone knows that Maas’ previous adult books have been loaded with sex scenes and pulled them off without devaluing the story or the characters (Rhysand and Feyre being deliciously sinful examples), it was disappointing.

When the two protagonists finally did get around to their love scene, all the other references to meaningless sex had already burned out the powerful effect of a good romance scene. It’d already weakened the moment to the point it didn’t stand out at all between the two of them and felt like more of the same we’d already read. It made the attraction less meaningful. In this sense, a double positive equalled a dismal double negative.

5 – Character issues. Much of the character building was lovely and very well done. The devastation of many of the events was very well expressed and brought sympathy for the characters. But again, things would often surface that did not feel consistent.

(SPOILER) Hunt, for example, as a trained soldier, was unrealistically unaware of his surroundings at times. When he was ambushed twice, it felt as though he deserved it for being so lax about monitoring the goings on around him. I’ve known soldiers, and they keep their eyes open so to speak. It was out of character for him and his skill set.

Pros:

When the novel finally did get to the climax, the story exploded. The last 150 pages were fantastic and kept my attention flawlessly. Everything was action packed and it leapt off the page. I only wish the beginning half or more of the novel matched it. The few glimmers of action in the beginning and middle act of the book were promising, but did not keep up the momentum. If they had, the story would’ve been outstanding. They felt like two different books entirely, but with the same characters.

I almost feel as if this book would’ve benefited from more time spent being edited and smoothed out. All the elements of a sizzling best seller were there, but the potential for it was seemingly unreached. Having read Maas’ other works, this novel could’ve surpassed them entirely. Unfortunately, it did not.

All I can hope is that these kind of issues will not plague the next in this series. Or the next book in the Court of Thorns and Roses series, A Court of Silver Flames, which is set to release next January.

Regretfully, 3 stars. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

– Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel


If you enjoy Urban Fantasy action and romance series, you may instead enjoy:

Cursed Hart: Book 1 in the Vaktare of All Realms series, TOP TEN FINALIST FOR BEST URBAN FANTASY 2019 – CAFFIENATED FANTASY AWARDS. –

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Steel Dragon Book Review

Just wow…

Two notes to start this review. A) If you’re offended by strong, profuse language, this is not the book for you. B) If you’re not a fan of long books (good Lord, 160,000 words and for the first installment of a series no less!), definitely not for you. But if you enjoy a great action adventure from points of view that most dragon shifter books don’t usually cover, then this is definitely up your alley.

Straight up, I wasn’t sure I was going to enjoy this novel when I started it. But by the end, I was won over. The fact that it incorporated SWAT into the main plot was an unexpected bonus, especially in Detroit. Many different points of view were explored and I truly loved that about the story. The gritty world in which it was set, while based on our own with addition of fantasy creatures, was wonderfully thought out.

All in all, I will be picking up the next book. Upon reading that the next installment is an even larger 180,000 words, my inner bookworm is quivering with wide eyes. But I think we’re up to the challenge. Here’s to hoping Steel Dragon 2 doesn’t disappoint…

Just a note to the authors Kevin McLaughlin and Michael Anderle. Just what did your editor say when you plopped a 160,000 words on their desk? If I did that with mine, I think she’d match a few more of the choicest curses Jonesy could come up with…

For those interested, here’s a bit more about the book:


“Dragons rule the world. Their claws are into every aspect of human life, from government to industry. But Kristen Hall is about to throw a wrench into all of that.

Because she’s a dragon, too. She just doesn’t know it…yet!

A dragon raised by humans, in the human world.

After graduating from the police academy, she’s dropped right into the ranks of Detroit’s elite SWAT team. A rookie, in SWAT? Unheard of. But what the dragons want, they get.

The reasons behind their machinations become clear as her dragon powers begin to surface.

Will Kristen rise to the challenges her new life delivers? What designs do the dragons have for her future? And perhaps most pressing of all — how did she come to be a dragon with human parents?”

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Who Is Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel? A Heart To Heart With You (Video)

Who is @maggielynnheronheidel? I figured it was time we had a heart to heart about what I stand for, my dear readers. It’s far more than being an author, filmmaker, or comedian. Being here on this planet is so much more… I talk about the content in my novels, such as human trafficking, endangered species, etc. So many of you know me from Whatsit Comedy TV, but you don’t know the real Maggie Lynn.

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Q&A With Urban Fantasy & Scifi Author Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel

If you could choose three people to invite for a dinner party, who would they be and why?

Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel

– Oh, this truly is a difficult question for me! As an inquisitive personality type, limiting to just three is a quite the task. Perhaps the first I’d start out with is God himself. That’d answer a great deal of my questions over the years about humanity! As for the next two, I’d have to say Ronald Reagan and Robert Ludlum. Robert Ludlum because the Bourne Identity was one of my favorite books that inspired me as a writer and Ronald Reagan for a great multitude of reasons about our world as it stands in the now.

How do you think your writing style has changed over the years?

For the better, I hope! Humor aside, I firmly believe that the more a person writes over time, the better they become. You start to see patterns or areas where you need to improve, so you become more proficient at story telling. In particular, I myself noticed that I favored certain words too much and lacked a certain sense of urgency at times when I was in my first two years of writing. When it was pointed out to me, I went to work on it and, in turn, improved a great deal.

Have you ever incorporated something that happened to you in real life into your novels?

It takes some time to realize it thereafter, but I feel that my real life makes it into my novels all the time. For example, I realized that one of the scenes in War Machine (science fiction series) was actually a reflection of a serious operation I had. *SPOILER* Sierrenna was strapped to a table, another character preparing to torture her. The descriptions I wrote reflected the way I felt when I myself was going under the knife. But it took me years to realize the connection.

Do you read your book reviews? How do you deal with bad or good ones?

I read all my reviews. Everyone can learn something from their critics, even if it is just that the internet is sometimes a dark place where trolls hang out from time to time. From my reviews, I can see what people enjoy and what they do not. Or at worst, I learn that they do not read very well at all. The only one star review I have ever gotten was a complaint because the piece in question was not a full book, even though the buy page itself read that it was just a short story that they were purchasing and stated directly in the title. Sometimes keeping a sense of humor about yourself and your reviewers truly does help!

What’s the most difficult thing about writing characters from the opposite sex?

Remembering that the thought process in many cases can be entirely different than yours is helpful. A man tends to think about his obstacles differently than a woman and vice versa. Remembering that while plotting is very helpful.

What inspired you to start writing? How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing on and off since I was a toddler, but never truly took it seriously until my late teens. So, in a broad sense, I suppose I could say I have been writing my whole life. On a more professional scale, a little over a decade.

Writing can be an emotionally draining and stressful pursuit. Any tips for aspiring writers?

One helpful tip is to remember that your keyboard is not judging you. YOU are judging you. A first draft is most always going to stink, even for professional novelists. “The first draft is to tell yourself the story” is a quote by Terry Pratchett. I agree with it. Every draft thereafter is to tell the story to your reader and to refine the writing itself. There may be many drafts. Or on contrast, there may be a few. The trick is to keep at it, even when your internal critic is being particularly brutal.

How do you feel when people recognize you in public and appreciate your work?

Elated! One of my favorite things to do is discuss their thoughts about the story or character in question. Sometimes they reveal things that I myself missed. One reader insisted that I foreshadowed my own tale in an instance with a particular sentence. After speaking with her, I realized she was indeed right! It did foreshadow another plot point I hadn’t even thought of.

Questions were submitted anonymously by readers. Thanks for reading! If you have a question for me, feel free to comment below.

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