Posts Tagged ‘horror



17
Feb
13

The Demise of Foxy Jack (AXP1): From The Pen Of Foxy Jack

pirate quill pen

My end of days is near. I can feel it. The Grim Reaper is just around the corner of my every aged turn. I can hear her seductive siren song calling to me. I might be exaggerating slightly. I’m known to have a flair for the dramatic.

I will not apologize for the life I have led. I have enjoyed great joys and felt deep sorrows. I have loved and been loved. I broke a dear heart once, and had mine irrevocably broken in return. I have ended some lives by my own hand. Many have died at my word. I don’t know why I have been allowed to live. It appears that fortune truly favors the foolish.

But for a choice or two, the turn of a key in a different lock, or a path in the road not taken, I could have been a different soul. Upon my death I hope that I am not judged too harshly. To that end, I have decided to put my life, and the circumstances that surrounded it to paper. I have a case to compile for my judgment day.

I have a story to tell.

 

Archibald ‘Foxy Jack’ Leach

On the 7th day of the Owl’s Moon

in the Year of the Firefly

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The Demise of Foxy Jack is the first novella in the Adventures of the X Pirates series. Amazon readers have made A Murder of Crows, the prolog to these tales, an Amazon best seller in both the Fantasy and Action Adventure categories.

This installment will tell us how a seafaring wanderer discovered an island and founded a town he never wanted to be a part of and how a once purposely lost orphan went from little known actor, to master criminal, to reluctant hero. There’s a traveling troupe of performers, a gang of clever grifters, a sect of stealthy spies, and we’ll learn what happen when Karma, and Destiny join these dark pirate rogueries.

The Demise of Foxy Jack returns you to an all animal world full of epic pirate fantasy, where nothing is what it seems, and everything is suspect. A world where both heroes and villains have a tortured past and every twist and turn tests their resolve. As told by Foxy Jack himself this is a tale of daring choices made, difficult paths taken, great love won and lost, and it’s your next port of call in the Adventures of the X Pirates.

“The Demise of Foxy Jack is a fantasy world where the characters are surprising at every turn. it was a pleasurable read, one that allows you to take time out from our hectic, mad world, and simply enjoy a good adventurous tale.” – Glenn Starkey author of Solomon’s Men

The Demise of Foxy Jack debuted in the Top Five on the Amazon bestseller lists for both Fantasy and Action Adventure. To date the Adventures of the X Pirates series has earned 32 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, teachers, authors, and bloggers.

The Demise of Foxy Jack is available on Amazon.

Alice Author Pic

Edward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.

23
Nov
12

It Is Said (MBKS1): Voices In The Forest

There were no starlights in this place. No moons. No other worlds in the night sky. The darkness in this forest was complete. 

Mathias had traveled the only road from town as far as he could.  He had stepped off the path and felt his way through what was now a dense patch of overgrown roots and bare prickly bushes, until he found the pond and the long flat rock. He had been sitting alone deep in the forest for what seemed like several hours. It took that much time for his eyes to adjust to the thick blanket of endless gloom that surrounded him

There was a barely perceptible source of light coming from somewhere, but Mathias couldn’t tell from where. He could just make out the leafless trees that populated this lifeless forest.  In the time that he sat, there was not one sound of life.  There were no creatures of the night. Mathias was sure there were no creatures of the day either. 

The tall trees were an angry tangled mass, and in the darkness, the thin, gnarly branches above seemed like fingers. Fingers on hands waiting to scratch and snatch at the unsuspecting. Trunks seemed to have faces. Eyes. Lips. Teeth. Fog from the cold night mist intertwined itself around these hollow faces adding sorrow to their already tortured features. 

This place was not Sandbox Harbor.

This place couldn’t possibly be the world in which his father and mother lived. All those people and all their children couldn’t be part of a community that was this grey and doom swept. In this eerie place, full of so much sadness, Mathias could understand why, in this village, these people and their children had either gone or were in hiding. 

Looming over all this, was the castle in the sky. Mathias couldn’t see it, but it was there. It was always there. He could feel it drawing him in, and it was succeeding. Mouse said no one ever goes to the castle, but Mathias was convinced it was there that he would find the rider, and the boy.

Mathias was still trying to wrap his mind around the moment Mouse was taken. The rider came out of nowhere. He was a blur. A deliberate, mean, calculated blur. He was a razor thin skeleton in black and red. He wore a long black cape with a hood to hide his face. Tall black boots. Black pants. A black blouse. A long red vest trimmed in black and black gloves trimmed in red. Mathias wasn’t sure he was ready to face the rider again or go to the dark castle, but he would if it meant saving the boy.

Suddenly this soundless world produced a chilling echo. The echo resounded throughout the dense black forest. 

“Someone help me!”

It was the cry of a child.

Mathias stood up on the long flat rock.

“Mouse,” he shouted, “is that you?”

Mathias waited.

Just when he thought his imagination had created the voice, he heard it again.

“Please help me!”

This was the voice of a young girl, and she was terrified.

Mathias jumped off the rock and tried desperately to find the child through the darkness, but he couldn’t see well enough to locate her. She was everywhere in the forest around him.  Running.  Crying.  Screaming. But he couldn’t see her. He couldn’t see her anywhere. 

“Run to my voice!” he cried out.

He could hear her coming closer.

She was so close.

He could feel her fear. 

“Someone help me, please!”

This voice was in front of him. It was coming right at him. Even in this darkness, Mathias understood there was no one there. This was just a voice. Then she passed right through him, and in that instant, he saw her.

A pretty, little girl dressed as a princess.

She was so scared. She looked so confused. Mathias could feel that she was heartbroken. Then she was gone, and the forest fell into a deafening silence.

But this time Mathias was not alone.

The pretty, little girl had left him with her fear as his companion. Tears began to well up inside of him. Her sense of desperation was so complete. Her feelings of hopelessness rang through his body. His heart hurt from her pain. 

Then Mathias heard hoof beats.

This sound he knew. This sound he remembered. This sound made him run. He scrambled and tripped.  He fell, but kept running. Low-lying branches snatched at him.  Prickly bushes scratched at him and still he ran.

Mathias snagged his foot on a tree root and crashed to the ground.  He could only lay there as the hoof beats came down upon him, and then passed over him.  Like the pretty, little princess, there was no rider.  Only the ghost of the rider. Only the echo of a memory.

The forest fell silent again.

Mathias picked himself up and gradually found his way back to the path. He resumed his journey away from the madness of the village, through the lunacy of the forest, and towards the sure insanity of the castle in the sky. At this moment, the mind of Mathias Bootmaker was twisted. He could no longer tell the real from the unreal. His mind and his body were weak. He needed to rest but there was no rest to be found.

As Mathias walked he searched for the puzzle pieces in his mind. Some were there. Some were not. He was beginning to not care. There were new ones. Dark ones. Strange ones. None of them fit together. None of it mattered anymore. Mathias was alone in a world he did not know. He was lonely in a place where isolation seemed a given, and he had lost a child that was lost himself.

Mathias counted each uncertain step he took. Each step was getting him closer to Mouse. The sand on the path was still dark, but it was beginning to shimmer. With each step he took, Mathias could see more of it. He could also see there was a turn in the path. There was a source of light up ahead of him. He started moving faster through the turn, but he remained cautious. There was a large boulder just off the path. Mathias stayed low and ran to it. It provided him cover to spy on the scene taking place just beyond him.

There was what appeared to be an inn or tavern at the side of the road. The light came from two brass lanterns hanging on long poles set on either side of the small path leading to its door. The door was open, and a man was standing beside a carriage that had stopped in front of the establishment. 

The small, burly man wore a long, filthy apron. His rolled up sleeves exposed his big muscular arms. He wore loose-fitting work pants, and his work boots were unlaced. The man ran his thick fingers through his unkempt red hair. He was desperately trying to improve his appearance for the occupant of the carriage. He wiped his hands, front and back, on the apron and gingerly reached out with his right hand, palm up.

A hand reached out in return from the carriage window. It was very much like a child’s hand, but aged. The occupant dropped seven silver coins, one by one, onto the innkeeper’s waiting palm. The burly man bowed. He then went to the back of the carriage and began to turn a heavily tarnished key set into the rear of the coach. A ratcheting sound could be heard with each turn. The man knocked twice on the roof, and the carriage lurched forward.

Mathias was fascinated by the conveyance. Its dainty size was more for a child than it was for an adult. It was obvious that it had once been a beautiful piece of craftsmanship that was no longer cared for. But the thing that was most curious about the carriage was that it had no driver and no horses. It had the classic shape of a covered horse drawn carriage, but it moved entirely under its own power. It was a very well designed, very sophisticated mechanical toy.

The large windup toy travelled to the end of the road where a jumble of trees and branches and roots blocked any further passage.  The plaything did not stop. It travelled right into the blockade. It seemed to melt right through it. The innkeeper stood and watched this happen. He didn’t seem at all surprised by the vehicle’s mystical exit. Once the carriage was gone, he counted each coin, one by one, one hand to the other.  Convinced he had not been cheated, he pocketed the bounty and with a noticeable limp, stepped back into the inn. 

Having no other choice, Mathias walked towards the small structure.  Its construction was sound, but its haphazard collection of construction materials gave it an unbalanced appearance. Woods of various sizes and shapes blended with stones of various weights and colors. Brick and mortar framed the door and windows, and large lumbering logs created a tall, imposing roof.

When Mathias arrived at the door, he found his only clue to the name of this establishment. A weathered rope was looped around a large rusted nail that had long ago been embedded into the center of the door. The rope was tied on either end to a fractured plank of wood. Carved and burned into the plank was the image of a house on one side and what Mathias believed to be a representation of the castle in the sky on the other. A series of lines connected the two structures, and at their center was a large X. 

The castle in the sky was his destination. The small house was the village he had come from. The lines were the road he was walking on, and the mark at its center was where he stood. Anyone traveling in either direction would find this spot the middle of their journey.

This place was the Inn Between.

Mathias tried peeking through the two large windows at the front of the inn. There was faint light coming from within, but the decorative etched glass provided no view. Not knowing what to expect, he slowly pushed the door open and took one step over the threshold.

NEW MBKS1

Amazon author Edward Medina is proud to introduce you to what was his bestselling debut, It Is Said (MBKS1), the first book in the Mathias Bootmaker and the Keepers of the Sandbox trilogy.

This dark fantasy adventure full of mysteries, riddles, and secrets is the story of Mathias Bootmaker, a young man searching for the better parts of himself. His search for what he’s lost begins an amazing journey through a world of extreme imagination. A world he helped to create, but a world he can’t remember anything about. It’s the story of his life, the birth of creativity, and the true power of the energy all around us.

The world of It Is Said (MBKS1) is a dream embedded within a nightmare. A maze inside a labyrinth. It reads like an adventure. It plays like a thriller. It’s designed to make you question every place you go and every character you meet. It’s designed to be a puzzle you must solve.

“It Is Said (MBKS1) is a book for readers who remember what stories can do when in the hands of author who knows a little magic.” – J. Fields Jr. author the Casino Shuffle series.

“If you haven’t tried It Is Said (MBKS1), boy, are you missing out. It’s exquisite. – Jamie DeBree author and blogger

It Is Said (MBKS1) debuted in the top ten on the Amazon bestseller lists for both Fantasy and Action Adventure. To date it has earned 22 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, teachers, authors, and bloggers.

It Is Said (MBKS1) is available at amazon.com.

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Edward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.

20
Nov
12

A Murder of Crows (AXP): Queen Anastasia’s Pirate Killers

The previous night, the night of the christening celebration, the fireworks had looked lovely. With no moon in the sky the colors were quite a sight against the curtain of black with spots of bright star lights. Out at sea, in the same darkness, there were four ships quietly making their way towards Bourne. They were careful to stay just out of reach of each colorful flash.

When the echoes of cheering came across the sea towards the four ships, they knew the show was over. So they moved in a little closer. The Brethren of Crows slept a well deserved sleep that night, as did everyone in Bourne, and while they all slumbered, the stealthy craft crept in even closer.

These four were not just any four ships of Her Majesty’s fleet. These were the finest of the lot. Designed and built together so that they would serve at each other’s side. Each vessel’s unique attributes were replicated in the design of the other. Where one had a weakness, another would make up for the tactical shortcoming. Where one had a particular strength, another would augment its power.

Separately, they were known as the Valiant, the Courageous, the Advantage and the Provocateur. Together they were known as Queen Anastasia’s Pirate Killers, and as the Revenge began to set her sails that morning, the hunters were clearly visible, and in perfect position to sink their prey.

Anything unusual or dubious or illicit or illegal out at sea was within the purview of the four. Their chief disposition was the suppression of pirates. The economy of the kingdom rode on the waves of the open sea. The wealth of the powerful and connected rode along side it. Protection of the former was necessary. Protection of the latter was a necessary evil.

Under previous crowns, piracy was allowed to grow, and over time it flourished. History shows that the royals gained a great deal of their wealth from playing both sides of the coin. They took money from the wealthy to protect their riches at sea. Then the crown would loot the stolen fortunes from the pirate vessels they captured.

When the child queen Anastasia came to power, those with business at sea and influence in the palace took advantage of her naiveté. They convinced her that pirates were coming for her crown. They told her pirates were coming for the wealth her predecessors had stolen from them. A nightmare of a tall, dark, bird like pirate in her room spurred the young lioness into action. She herself named what would become her four favorite protectors.

The flagship of this small but potent armada was the frigate class Valiant, under the command of Admiral Ludlow Castle. One hundred and sixty creatures served onboard. Sixty guns were always at the ready. Anastasia thought this one the prettiest so she put her uncle in command. The fey mannered old lion never let his crew forget that fact.

Sister ship, Courageous, was commanded by Captain Anne Galley. This gutsy, but elegant skunk was known to her crew as the Iron Rose. The twin ships were matched gun for gun, but Courageous carried thirty additional creatures that comprised a contingent of the King’s Marines. The married captain enjoyed the company of well uniformed males.

The Advantage and the Provocateur were sloops of war. They brought speed to the pack coupled with deadly firepower for their relatively small size.

Captain Orville “Uncle Lucky” Hinkle was at the helm of the Advantage. He led a crew of eighty ferrets who boasted they had the fastest fourteen guns in the known world. They loved their fellow ferret leader. He had never been defeated in any encounter throughout his very long career.

Not to be outshined, the Provocateur and her twelve guns had as its captain, the legendary Lionel Swift. This bear had no fear. His crew of forty was made up of pirates he himself had captured and imprisoned on the very ship they now served aboard. His crew always followed each and every one of his orders, while quietly plotting his demise. Several attempts had been made. None had been successful to that day.

Four seasoned commanders, one hundred and forty six tried and true guns, four hundred and seventy battle tested animals, all at the ready to dance with a rather unusual enemy. These were not pirates. These were not creatures of the sea. These were clowns and jugglers and acrobats in a makeshift carnival ship. It was unanimously agreed that this minor encounter would be dealt with quickly and severely and with decisive force.

That was a grave mistake.

03. XPnew

From the author of the Amazon top ten Action Adventure, and Fantasy bestseller It Is Said (MBKS1) comes a dark fantasy adventure full of  treachery, deceit, and terror.

A Murder of Crows is the prolog novella to the Adventures of the X Pirates series and a completely new and unique experience in the world of pirate lore.

This is the possibly true life story of the deadliest pirate and criminal mastermind to ever sail the high seas. This first installment tells the origin story of his spiral into madness, the indoctrination of his cutthroat crew, the creation of the eerie ship they sail, and the night of violence and murder that bore them all.

A Murder of Crows introduces you to an all animal world full of epic pirate fantasy, where nothing is what it seems, and everything is suspect. A world where both heroes and villains have a tortured past and every twist and turn tests their resolve. This is a dark fantasy full of treachery, deceit, and terror and your first port of call in the Adventures of the X Pirates.

“Once upon a time has been reborn and remade with the latest offering of Edward Medina. Murder of Crows is a classic waiting for the rest of the world to realize it. There is a lyrical quality to Medina’s work that carries the reader on an unbelievable journey from a one hundred and fifty year old circus to a pirate captain haunted and bent on revenge. It is one of those tales that grabs you from the first page and doesn’t let you go until the end.” – Lucinda Rose author of Blood Child

“A Murder Of Crows” defies you to accurately nail it down with any category or description, and comes armed with a barrage of blindsiding surprises to defend that quality as it sails into seas entirely of its own.” – Amazon Reader

A Murder of Crows debuted in the top ten on the Amazon bestseller lists for both Fantasy and Action Adventure. To date the Adventures of the X Pirates series has earned 32 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, teachers, authors, and bloggers.

A Murder of Crows is available on  Amazon.com.

Alice Author Pic

Edward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.

19
Nov
12

A Murder of Crows (AXP): The Birth of Benjamin Nightthorn

Raul and Julia raised their son together. They protected him, but never sheltered him. They let him wander some in order to find his own way. They lived in a crazy three-ring world, but they would always find time for their little family. They would always find the time to talk to their beloved Benjamin.

His father would talk to him about adventure.

Wherever the circus would stop Raul would take his son with him to find a stream or a lake. Father and son would sit at the edge and sail paper boats on the water.

Circus’s had always travelled to distant places, crossed territories and provinces, but they all remained landlocked. Ships were now sailing further and further out to sea to discover new lands and bring new opportunities, but a circus had yet to set upon the seas.

Raul had grand dreams of building the first circus ship. Raul believed that adventure was fire for the soul, and he wanted his son to be brave and bold and fearless. He wanted Benjamin to be prepared for the great changes that were happening now and that were coming soon. He wanted his son at his side when the Nightthorn Circus of Flight set sail.

He wanted his son to understand that it was true, crows once flew. The wind could take them wherever they wanted to go. Now that their kind walked, he wanted his boy to believe he could still go wherever the wind could take him. He wanted his son to know that the world was his for the taking. Benjamin just had to reach out and grab it.

His mother would talk to him about his gift.

After giving birth to the egg that bore her son, Julia watched over it carefully. The shell of his cocoon was thin and weak. It had come out with tiny cracks on its surface. Mother was worried but not overly concerned because the entire egg was being held together by a thin membrane. The clear layer was unusual, but it was keeping her son safe.

The covering was also considered a sign.

Crows of faith believed that some of their kind could hear and feel the thoughts of other creatures. It was said that this gift was passed on through every other generation. Benjamin’s grandmother on his mother’s side had it, and Benjamina Thorn was known to have been a remarkable crow.

His mother would talk to him about his gift because she wanted her son to be ready. Julia knew that that it would be both a blessing and a curse. She also knew that there was no way of knowing when the effects of his inheritance would begin. If she couldn’t be there when it happened she at least wanted him to be prepared for its profound effect.

The Nightthorns loved their son. They loved him deeply. They were crows of faith so they believed he was gifted, but they also knew, deep in their hearts, that he was much more than that. They knew he was special and they were right to think that.

03. XPnew

From the author of the Amazon top ten Action Adventure, and Fantasy bestseller It Is Said (MBKS1) comes a dark fantasy adventure full of  treachery, deceit, and terror.

A Murder of Crows is the prolog novella to the Adventures of the X Pirates series and a completely new and unique experience in the world of pirate lore.

This is the possibly true life story of the deadliest pirate and criminal mastermind to ever sail the high seas. This first installment tells the origin story of his spiral into madness, the indoctrination of his cutthroat crew, the creation of the eerie ship they sail, and the night of violence and murder that bore them all.

A Murder of Crows introduces you to an all animal world full of epic pirate fantasy, where nothing is what it seems, and everything is suspect. A world where both heroes and villains have a tortured past and every twist and turn tests their resolve. This is a dark fantasy full of treachery, deceit, and terror and your first port of call in the Adventures of the X Pirates.

“Once upon a time has been reborn and remade with the latest offering of Edward Medina. Murder of Crows is a classic waiting for the rest of the world to realize it. There is a lyrical quality to Medina’s work that carries the reader on an unbelievable journey from a one hundred and fifty year old circus to a pirate captain haunted and bent on revenge. It is one of those tales that grabs you from the first page and doesn’t let you go until the end.” – Lucinda Rose author of Blood Child

“A Murder Of Crows” defies you to accurately nail it down with any category or description, and comes armed with a barrage of blindsiding surprises to defend that quality as it sails into seas entirely of its own.” – Amazon Reader

A Murder of Crows debuted in the top ten on the Amazon bestseller lists for both Fantasy and Action Adventure. To date the Adventures of the X Pirates series has earned 32 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, teachers, authors, and bloggers.

A Murder of Crows is available on  Amazon.com.

Alice Author Pic

Edward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.

18
Nov
12

A Murder of Crows (AXP): The Bizarre Circus of Wonders

Belladonna’s Circus Bizarre was a seedy little spectacle. The wagons of this once great show had been rolling for almost one hundred and fifty years now, but time and circumstance had taken a vicious toll on its once proud heritage. At the very beginning of its history, the original owners chose to name the glorious three ring spectacular which they created, the Bizarre Circus of Wonders.

The Bizarre’s were a family of otters from the old country, so they really knew how to put on a show, and their show was truly wonder filled. Performers, as acts and as singles, from all over the globe, sought the booking of the greatest big top extravaganza ever. They hired big troupes and small showcases and they made sure all the star headliners were there.

From the Sing Long province came the antics of the Misu Panda Clowns. From the land of the jungle clouds came the Tumbling Monkeys of Mann Troupe. The all important snap and pop of the spectacle’s music was provided by the whacky birds, and bears, and squirrels, of the World of Animals Revue.

And high above the rings flew the most elegant duo of the aerial arts, Raul and Julia Nightthorn. Where this crow couple came from was quite the mystery, and they played to that drama. They seemed to dance on air in their colorful costumes, and the love they had for one another endeared them to the admiring crowds that came just to see them.

The Bizarre Circus of Wonders was magical then, but it was a very different extravaganza now.

In order to keep the spectacle going, the Bizarre’s had made some foolish investments. They borrowed from the wrong animals. They gambled monies away trying to make the payroll. Many of the acts were let go. The adoring throng noticed the show was slipping. Slowly the flow of the crowd began to trickle away.

But the worst was yet to come.

In a moment of money owed panic, in the midst of an emotional longing to bring back a past that would never return, those that remained of the Bizarre family made a deal.

A very bad deal.

Run while you can from your debtors.

She said.

I will invest my money.

She assured.

I will take care of everything.

She promised.

The lady was so elegant in her manner. So endearing in her charms. Her dress and jewels spoke of money and security to the embattled Bizarre’s, and so they signed on the dotted line. They signed away the family circus and put it in her trust. Sadly for them they never saw the crooked little smile or the slight curl at the corners of her mouth.

The Bizarre’s boarded a private coach that whisked them away. Bubbly drink was provided, and as they went each otter had a flute full. They toasted to the future of their long held family legacy. They cheered their new investor’s name and sang her praises.

Somewhere between the town and the seaport the coach came to a stop. The finely dressed coach hares hopped down off their perch, opened the doors of the carriage, and dispatched each and every one of the remaining members of the family Bizarre. They did as the lady had told them to do. Neither the bodies or the hares were ever seen or heard from again.

It was all such an, oh so foolish affair because everyone knows that no matter how elegant or mannered, no matter the dress or the sparkle, a crocodile is rarely to be trusted, and when it came to Belladonna DeRanged well, she was the worst of the lot. There is no point in dwelling on her past. She didn’t have one. She had told so many stories, wove so many guises, that even she couldn’t tell you much about herself.

There was a cruel father and an even crueler mother. That shrew died in an odd accident involving a bucket, a sponge and a locked room. Belladonna was outside the door when the accident she had triggered occurred. The young croc heard her mother call out for help. She listened at the door as the shrew’s beastly life gurgled away.

The father was too powerful to tangle with. She had to be patient and wait until he finally went mad with age. He tortured his daughter until the very last day. He died in his sleep with the help of Belladonna’s favorite pillow. She loved that pillow. She still had it. It was the only thing she took with her when she left her first lair.

03. XPnew

From the author of the Amazon top ten Action Adventure, and Fantasy bestseller It Is Said (MBKS1) comes a dark fantasy adventure full of  treachery, deceit, and terror.

A Murder of Crows is the prolog novella to the Adventures of the X Pirates series and a completely new and unique experience in the world of pirate lore.

This is the possibly true life story of the deadliest pirate and criminal mastermind to ever sail the high seas. This first installment tells the origin story of his spiral into madness, the indoctrination of his cutthroat crew, the creation of the eerie ship they sail, and the night of violence and murder that bore them all.

A Murder of Crows introduces you to an all animal world full of epic pirate fantasy, where nothing is what it seems, and everything is suspect. A world where both heroes and villains have a tortured past and every twist and turn tests their resolve. This is a dark fantasy full of treachery, deceit, and terror and your first port of call in the Adventures of the X Pirates.

“Once upon a time has been reborn and remade with the latest offering of Edward Medina. Murder of Crows is a classic waiting for the rest of the world to realize it. There is a lyrical quality to Medina’s work that carries the reader on an unbelievable journey from a one hundred and fifty year old circus to a pirate captain haunted and bent on revenge. It is one of those tales that grabs you from the first page and doesn’t let you go until the end.” – Lucinda Rose author of Blood Child

“A Murder Of Crows” defies you to accurately nail it down with any category or description, and comes armed with a barrage of blindsiding surprises to defend that quality as it sails into seas entirely of its own.” – Amazon Reader

A Murder of Crows debuted in the top ten on the Amazon bestseller lists for both Fantasy and Action Adventure. To date the Adventures of the X Pirates series has earned 32 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, teachers, authors, and bloggers.

A Murder of Crows is available on  Amazon.com.

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Edward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.

10
Oct
12

It Is Said (MBKS1): The Castle In The Sky

The Castle in the Sky has a long history and many names. It has a past, a present and a future all at once. Designed by one man, drafted by a dozen, and executed by thousands, at its birth it was an idea so radical that some thought it would topple over on top of them.

Applying all their craftsmanship and the inventive designs of Elias Darke, the villagers labored to build what they first called the Castle on the Rock. They put their hopes and dreams into their work and imbued their construction with a special energy all its own. The castle compound consisted of three distinctively separate sections that all worked together to make a whole.

The Exchange was built for commerce and equity. It was the working machinery of their world. Trading and lending houses were put side by side with guilds and societies, and merchant and business concerns. It managed the goods of the people. It fueled the practical side of their hopes and dreams.

The Institute was a place of learning. Great minds would gather with young and old alike to teach in classrooms and lecture halls. Important debates and discussions were held there, volumes of knowledge and learning were stored there, all with the belief that an educated people would be a strong people. This was of cardinal importance to securing the well being of future generations.

The Towers housed the family, their staff, and those who cared for the castle and its grounds. The seven gabled mansion and its three towers were a glorious legacy from the ones who built it to the ones they chose to lead them. It was to be a safe haven from the pressures of ruling. It was meant to be their home.

The castle complete, the villagers gave their accomplishment its second name. They named it Darke Tower Castle after the man that inspired its creation, and because the villagers knew of Elias’s unbounded love of the void up above, they named the endless emptiness around their world the Darke Sky.

Since then the Castle in the Sky had seen many events that brought it to its current condition. The buildings and shops of the Exchange had long ago fallen into the sea. Instead of freeing minds, the Institute had become a prison to the very minds they tried to free. The Towers and the mansion buildings were still a haven and home, but now it was murder and mystery that resided there.

It was in the presence of this once magnificent but still imposing structure that Mathias and Ulysses had stopped. They had made their way through the blockade in silence. It was an exhausting endeavor. Once passed it, they made their way to the end of the path which stopped at the edge of a cliff.

They sat at the drop with their legs hanging over the edge.  Directly across from the two men were the rock tower and the castle. Below them was the inky blackness of the sea around this world. Remains of buildings and shops littered the gentle surf far beneath their feet. Large pieces of what once must have been a massive bridge leading to the tower was still trying to make its way there, but it was broken and drowning.

Their first attempt at a conversation was awkward and forced. Ulysses had told Mathias a bit about the castle and its history. But that wasn’t the tale he wanted to tell.

There were graver things on his mind.

“We wanted to prove to ourselves that we could do it and we did,” Ulysses began again. “It was our obligation to make it work and we failed.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver flask. He tugged at the cork that kept it sealed, took a drink and then passed it to Mathias.

“Have a drink,” he insisted. “You’ve earned it.”

Mathias sniffed at the mouth of the flask. The smell was fruit filled and inviting.

“It’s mulled wine distilled from branchberries,” Ulysses said with a hint of pride. “I make it myself.”

Thirst made Mathias adventurous.

The wine was sweetened and spiced well. The drink warmed his innards and almost immediately made his head spin. It was a strong wine. Ulysses chuckled as he took the flask back, took a quick swallow and passed it back to Mathias.

“Elias wanted a tower that would reach up into the void. He wanted a crystal flame lit from within. He wanted to project our presence out into the void,” he said loudly as the drink emboldened him. “He used the finest sand from the village shores to create the intricate glass shapes. Each one then projected a different magnification of brilliance to the outer reaches of the Darke Sky.”

Mathias was listening intently but he was looking at the silver flask in his hand. The engraving provided validity to the man he was drinking with.

 

 ‘to my faithful friend and fellow traveler’ e.d.

 

The innkeeper was the man he portrayed himself to be.

Ulysses was a firsthand witness to everything that had happened to this place. Here he was, sitting at the end of the broken road that once led to the amazing structure he and his fellow traveler had brought to life. He spoke lovingly of his friend as he stared into the open gash that now separated his world.

“At the celebration and dedication, Elias lit the crystal flame with a type of light we had never seen before,” Ulysses continued. “The mirrors he designed to reflect and further magnify the light began their circles turning within circles movement, and the signal of our existence began to pulse out and into the void.”

Mathias handed the flask back to the innkeeper. He took a long drink and passed it back.

“Have another drink stranger,” Ulysses said with a smile. “You’re going to need it.”

“How did Elias come to power?” Mathias asked before he took another smaller drink.

“We wanted only the best for our families so we selected the one among us who would always steer us in the right direction. He was the most skilled inventor, scientist and thinker in the village, but Elias’s greatest talent was his ability to inspire people to accomplish the extraordinary. He believed that if we could reach beyond ourselves then great things were possible.”

Finished with the flask, Mathias handed it to Ulysses. The innkeeper took yet another long drink.

This time Ulysses held onto the silver container.

“We chose Elias, and Eleanor came with him. She was our jewel. She cared for all the people in the present while he shaped our future.  She was there when we grieved, and encouraged us to celebrate whenever we succeeded. She reminded us that we were all related by blood, marriage or guild, and together we became the People.

“They were partners in all things heart, mind and soul. They loved each other with everything they had. Their love inspired us. They represented everything we wanted to be. They were the best of us, and we entrusted them to lead us into the future.

“Together they decided our first undertaking would be to build a gathering place where we could exchange ideas and knowledge, trade and barter, create commerce, and join together to celebrate the joys and accomplishments of making things better for everyone in the village and for all the generations that would follow.”

Ulysses looked at the flask in his hand.

He rocked his hand back and forth as he looked at his reflected image. Mathias knew he was looking for an image of his friend. Not finding one, the innkeeper ran his fingers across the inscription.

“As the castle rose, Elias quietly invented the Illuminator. He applied that light to the crystal flame. He then contained it within a glass sphere and brought light to the People. He lit the castle and the village. Illuminators were used to light our homes and our surroundings. We applied his work to everything in our lives and it changed us.”

Ulysses took the last swallow of his creation, corked the empty flask and returned the gift to his pocket.

“When Elias died, the Illuminators went out. That’s how we all knew something had happened. Without the man, without the light, the village slipped into the void again. None of us have dreamt since that night. Not since the light left us.”

The slightly drunk innkeeper stood up and stretched. He looked down at Mathias.

“We need to make our way to the shore,” Ulysses said as he started walking. “We’ve been in the same place for far too long.”

Mathias jumped to his feet and tried to catch up.

“We’ll use the path down. It was built as a way to access the shore in order to move supplies and materials down to the boats,” he explained.

Just a few paces from where they sat, there was a wide dirt packed pathway. It was cut into the cliff wall at various angles. Mathias could see that the pathway zigzagged its way down to the shore. The downward angle was sharp, but the walk was comfortable. Carts laden with materials could move easily and would be under control.

Efficiently designed by Lord Darke, Mathias was sure.

“Once completed Elias would spend hours, even days working up in his tower. Always with a book in hand and always looking up at the void. Searching for what, no one ever knew because there was nothing in their void. But he believed there was something out there in his sky.”

“What type of experiments was he working on?”

“Elias had several projects going at once. In one, we took stones and minerals from all around us, ground and mixed them into powders to see what might happen. One batch of powder burned when lit. It would explode when compacted into shapes. Elias began firing those shapes into the void up above. They would burst and fill the void with shimmering colors. That’s when the questioning began. What if there is something out there? What if he angers whatever it is?”

“Did no one support him?” Mathias questioned.

“At first, yes, then an experiment went wrong and there was a great explosion. The top of the central tower and the crystal were destroyed.”

Ulysses stopped and pointed at the tallest tower.

“Elias handpicked a team and it was all rebuilt.”

There near the top was a jagged line between the original stone and the replacement stone.

“The People could see the almost imperceptible difference in the rock and it wore on them. That’s when the People began to doubt,” he said as he continued walking. “They said he had too many ideas. They said he was making too many changes. They said he made them too quickly. They said he was out of control.

“The whispers were that he was full of himself. He was insane and Eleanor was the true power behind the throne. They quietly wondered why they had to care so much for those who couldn’t fend for themselves.

“We were becoming divided. Poets, scientists, scholars, inventors, historians and politicians struggled with Elias, and they pulled at the boy. They questioned him about his father’s work as he traveled around the village in his mechanical carriage. The boy tried to warn his father, but Elias was too busy to notice, or listen to him, and then it was too late.”

The innkeeper stopped at one of the last turns in the downward pathway. He was out of breath, and the wine was taking a deeper hold on him.

“The deaths of the Family Darke reunited us and made us appreciate what we had lost,” he said as he breathed in deeply. “Then we became lost again, and even more than just question, doubt and whisper, we became suspicious of each other. And rather than trying to solve our problems by helping young Oracle, we began to fight amongst ourselves for control.

“We hunted each other like the early days, before fire, only instead of clubs and sharp tools we used words and thoughts. We singled individuals out. We suspected whole groups.

“Fear is a dangerous thing, stranger. It blinds you. We had taken away our ability to see clearly. Some were aware, their eyes were open. They tried to fight back. Other’s watched and did nothing. Some tried to take advantage of the situation for their own gain. A board of advisors put itself in place to help the boy. They tormented him. They pushed and pulled him to their own desires.”

Ulysses motioned to Mathias that it was time to start moving again. The innkeeper stumbled a bit but Mathias held him up.

“Everyone began deciding for the child. Then the child decided for us. Then he released the Fetcher. The children of his advisors were among the first taken. Then he came for the children of those who openly spoke of being better than others. Then he came for all the rest.

“In the end, many parents just prepared their children to go and waited for the Fetcher to come. They were convinced that the situation was only temporary. The Fetcher took those children quickly. Some were hidden by parents who realized the danger. The Fetcher came and tore those children from their hiding places.”

The two men stepped off the pathway and onto the beach. The surf rolled in with a steady rhythm. The ruins in the water would have to be traversed in combination to make it across to the rock tower.

“Why didn’t the bridge hold?” Mathias wondered aloud.

“After the last child was collected, the first thing Oracle did was to destroy the land bridge so that none could enter and none could escape.”

“How does Oracle get across?”

“Conveniently, for him the bridge still exists.”

“How is that possible?”

The innkeeper just shrugged and belched.

“Is there a boat?” Mathias asked hopefully.

“Long gone,” Ulysses said with another much louder belch. “You’ll make it across, Stranger. You walk. You jump. You swim. You’ve a strong back. The climb is risky, but relatively easy.”

“What should we expect in there?” Mathias asked as he looked up at his constant yet elusive destination.

“Can’t help you with that.” the innkeeper said with a slight slur in his voice. “I haven’t been in there since it all happened.”

Ulysses squatted down, then dropped with a thump on his rump onto the black sand.

“This, Stranger, is where my services as a guide come to an end.”

“Are you alright?” Mathias asked, trying not to laugh.

“Never felt better,” he said with a wink and a smile.

Mathias walked over to his fallen comrade and plopped down next to him.

“I haven’t indulged in my creation for a very long time,” Ulysses whispered to Mathias. “Alma would not be happy.”

“I’m sure she would forgive this vintage indiscretion,” Mathias whispered back. “We used it for a purpose. It was a bonding agent.”

The innkeeper barked out a laugh.

“I like the way you think, Stranger,” he slurred in a drunken whisper. “I love her very much, you know?” he added after a moment.

“I can sense that,” Mathias reassured him.

“She’s a good woman. I don’t know what I would do if I lost her,” he said wistfully. “She loved those two children. I did too, very much.”

Ulysses put two fingers up to the bridge of his nose and squeezed hard. He was forcing back his tears with a vice like grip.

“I was the one who found the bodies,” he said, letting go. “I raced up the tower and found the boy in the playroom. He was shaking. He was so scared. I tried talking to him, but he stayed silent.

“Oracle went to the window and looked down. He turned back around and looked at me. ‘And I live.’ was all he said. The child then fainted. I tried to aid the boy by bending to pick him up, but there was something else in the room that stopped me. It was the Fetcher, but in his first form. He looked just like Oracle.

“The Oracle Fetcher knelt by Oracle the boy and touched him on the forehead. The boy blinked and opened his eyes. The Oracle Fetcher helped him up and the two walked out of the room hand in hand. As they went, the two turned and stared back at me. Their stares were equally chilling.

“We created the child of all lies, and he took possession of the symbol of our future,” he said with a yawn. “We shaped our destiny in the twisted form of the thing we most loved once. A child.”

Ulysses looked up to the castle.

Mathias could see all the history he was just told written all over the man’s face.

Ulysses closed his eyes and lowered his head.

“I was once a brave man, until I learned to fear a child,” he said through a dozing haze. “When you stand before him, look into his eyes, if you see the child, save him.”

Mathias had to lean in closer to hear the rest.

“If you see nothing, destroy him.”

With that Ulysses, the innkeeper, groundskeeper, inventor’s assistant, thinker’s friend, loving husband, and perhaps the last brave man in the Village Darke, fell asleep sitting up on the black sand beach of his world. He had spoken in truths of the place he called home, truths that had not been spoken of in a very long time, and now he was done.

NEW MBKS1

Amazon author Edward Medina is proud to introduce you to what was his bestselling debut, It Is Said (MBKS1), the first book in the Mathias Bootmaker and the Keepers of the Sandbox trilogy.

This dark fantasy adventure full of mysteries, riddles, and secrets is the story of Mathias Bootmaker, a young man searching for the better parts of himself. His search for what he’s lost begins an amazing journey through a world of extreme imagination. A world he helped to create, but a world he can’t remember anything about. It’s the story of his life, the birth of creativity, and the true power of the energy all around us.

The world of It Is Said (MBKS1) is a dream embedded within a nightmare. A maze inside a labyrinth. It reads like an adventure. It plays like a thriller. It’s designed to make you question every place you go and every character you meet. It’s designed to be a puzzle you must solve.

“It Is Said (MBKS1) is a book for readers who remember what stories can do when in the hands of author who knows a little magic.” – J. Fields Jr. author the Casino Shuffle series.

“If you haven’t tried It Is Said (MBKS1), boy, are you missing out. It’s exquisite. – Jamie DeBree author and blogger

It Is Said (MBKS1) debuted in the top ten on the Amazon bestseller lists for both Fantasy and Action Adventure. To date it has earned 22 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, teachers, authors, and bloggers.

It Is Said (MBKS1) is available at amazon.com.

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Edward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.




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