Song of Magick Release

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Title: Song Magick
Author: Elisabeth Hamill
Publisher: Fire and Ice, an imprint of Mélange –
Cover Artist: Caroline Andrus

In a realm where magic was thought to be lostyoung bard Telyn Songmaker is able to cast powerful spells with her music. Exiled from home in the violent aftermath of her song magic gone awry, Telyn endures a solitary freedom…unaware of the price on her head.  Bound to the Wood by blood and by oath, Mithrais is dispatched to protect her by the dying sylvan gods he serves. Only Telyn can perform the dangerous counterspell that may save them. But love may be the most unpredictable magic of all…


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“Is it true that there was a murder in the Sildan court last year?” a calm, male voice called from the end of the room furthest from the dais. Telyn felt herself grow cold, her fingers stilling on the harp strings, and forced her voice to remain neutral.

“There was an unfortunate incident involving the son of Vuldur, Lord of the East. He was killed, but it was not murder. Lord Vuldur seems to have gone mad with grief and views it as such.”

“That is understandable,” the voice continued mildly. “After all, it was his only son. Isn’t that right?”

Telyn could not see who was asking the questions, and indeed, the voice now seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. She took a deep breath and answered, “Yes, it was his only son.”

Mercifully, the voice did not come again, and Telyn let her fingers move on the strings of her harp in the beginnings of the interrupted song, forcing herself to calm and concentrate on her music. Her heart was racing. It was entirely possible that the question was an innocent product of rumors filtering west of the Sildan capital, but even Riordan hadn’t heard anything about the incident until this afternoon. She played the song with single-minded focus, rigidly employing her disciplines until her breathing was normal and her heart slowed. It seemed that none of the guests had noticed her discomfiture and were smiling with pleasure at the music. It was just a rumor repeated, she told herself. It had to be that.

“I promised Lord Riordan a love song for his lady,” Telyn said, disciplining her voice to carry nothing but cheer. She glanced at the head table. Riordan smiled at her encouragingly with a reassuring nod, and Lady Ciara beamed at her. Mithrais, although he appeared relaxed, looked ready to fly to her side at an instant’s notice.

She closed her eyes and began to play one of the oldest Sildan love songs she knew, letting the haunting and beautiful music carry her song magic to the audience, enhancing an atmosphere of romantic anticipation. She had just taken a breath in preparation to sing the first verse when the sting of pain, a jangling discord of strings and the crunch of wood startled her eyes open.

Telyn looked down and saw the feathered end of a small crossbow bolt. The point was buried in the shattered soundboard of her harp, directly over her heart. A warm trickle of blood welled from a shallow cut on the back of her hand where the bolt had grazed.

Several women screamed; in the sudden confusion, Telyn sat frozen with the harp in her lap. Mithrais was suddenly there, appearing out of thin air to pull her to the floor and shield her with his own body, while Riordan protected Ciara, bellowing orders to his guards to find the person who had fired the bolt.

Ciara was pointing toward the rafters. Telyn clawed her mask off and tried to look up, but between Mithrais crouching over her and the guests running to and fro she could see only the floor, Mithrais’ discarded mask, and the shattered remains of her harp on the stones beside her. The dark iron crossbow bolt stood out in stark relief against the pale wood.

“This way!” Riordan beckoned Mithrais, who lifted Telyn up to her feet, still shielding her from the unseen marksman, and hurried to where Riordan was pointing. Behind the tapestry on the dais was a hidden hallway, and Riordan and Ciara followed them in. “It leads to my library. Go!”

 About the Author


Elisabeth Hamill is a nurse by day, fantasy novelist by night. In seventh grade, she had “Famous Author” inscribed under her name on her yearbook cover – an aspiration that, while delayed, was never forgotten! Her first published work, SONG MAGICK, saw its first draft finished during recuperation from cancer treatment and surgery, and is the fulfillment of that lifelong dream of being an author. She lives in eastern Kansas with her family, where they fend off flying monkey attacks and prep for the zombie apocalypse.

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It’s Been Awhile!

I apologize for taking so long to catch up.  What can I say, a lot has happened in the last couple of weeks!  I’ve been working on my own story, reading lots of other great ones, planning vacations with the “coolest people ever”, and trying to convince my husband that it’s time for us to go on a cruise.  Yeah you’ll have to ask me how that last one is going!  All this plus I’m anxiously awaiting cover art and my first edits on my first book ever!  Yay for being an author!  I thought I would take a minute and talk about my first book, due out sometime this summer (I’ll have more details the further along I get in this process).  So here it is, ten random bits from my first book entitled The Sword of Lumina: Mira’s View

  1. In the beginning, when the land of Tomiro was young, the gods created the elves. They were the fairest and the strongest of all the creatures in Tomiro. Their magical abilities gave them power over all of the plants and animals. They were skilled in the art of fighting, far beyond those of the other creatures. They were the pride of the gods pleasing them with their beauty and love of nature. However, one of the gods, Haulua, feared the elves and created a way to destroy them. He believed the elves would rise up against the gods to take their thrones.
  2. Because the elves had lived in such a time of peace, they had become lazy, forgetting what they had been trained to do. Rau with his army overtook them and plunged them into a world of darkness and despair. He enslaved the elves forcing them to deny their magic, forbidding them to use their weapons, and to dig the stones created to destroy them.
  3. The gods in anger turned their backs on Haulua and his creation as well as Tomiro for they were greatly displeased at what it had become. All save Mira, who knew that someday an elf would rise up against Rau. This elf would end the enslavement of the gods’ favorite race and return Tomiro to what it once was and so she waited for a hero of her choosing, to come forth and claim the Sword of Lumina.
  4. Galena turned her golden eyes to the sun taking in its weak morning rays and allowing it to warm her fair face. Closing her eyes she listened to the forest sounds around her. She heard the bees and the locust beginning the day before the heat made it unbearable. The birds were calling their good mornings to each other and sharing their discoveries with their fellow wing mates. A cool breeze danced across Galena’s face and through her copper colored hair, teasing her with the idea of a cool day. It was a cruel joke as it was the middle of summer and the heat would be scorching as the day wore on.
  5. Galena’s father had taught her and her brothers everything that he knew as his father had, including the old stories. For centuries, Galena’s family continued to learn how to fight as the elves of the olden days could before their capture. The old king Lamiria had fallen, but it was his son, Moira that believed his line should continue with what every elf had once known. Therefore, he taught his younger son all that Lamiria had once taught him. The tradition had been passed on from generation to generation until it was Galena’s turn.
  6. Sensing the presence of another, she spun around, bringing her sword up and under the chin of another young elf. Breathing heavily, Galena looked up at him. He had silky brown hair that fell just below his shoulders and his bright, blue eyes were fierce, but had a spark of mischief in them. His nose was straight and elegant on his long face. His jaws were tense, waiting to see if the sword currently poised at his throat would continue its path or be removed. It was the face that she knew as well as her own and loved even more. Smiling at him, Galena removed the sword and took a step back.
  7. The marks of Rau were tattooed on the top of both feet and hands of every elf when they were born. The ink was made from the hated intuneric stone and Rau’s blood, giving him a connection to each elf that survived the experience. Rau used dark creatures that the elves believed he created for sole the purpose of marking an elf child, called mauks. Mauks were small black creatures, often times no bigger than the babies they were tattooing. They had one large eye in the middle of their forehead that was completely white. Their upper half resembled a starved child, while their lower half resembled a large slug. Instead of having five fingers, they had three long needlelike fingers that were sharp enough to prick the skin. They used these fingers to carry out Rau’s evil cause.
  8. For in truth, even with the marks of Rau on her hands and feet, Galena had discovered that she was able to use her magic. Not a great deal, but enough to accomplish small tasks such as getting a drink of water from thin air or creating a small breeze to cool her off in the middle of a hot summer day. She had even discovered last winter that she could start a fire with a small spark. She knew from listening to stories of other elves that this had never been done before and she was not eager to let anyone find out, fearing what may happen to her or her family.
  9. From behind a tree stepped a torlic. He stood over eight feet tall with bright red skin that stretched over his muscular body. He was hairless except for the patch of hair that hung down from the back of his head. With two black horns on either side of his skull that added another foot to his height, he towered over them. He wore a vest and leggings made from the hide of animals with a belt encircling his waist for which a scabbard was attached. He barred his pointy yellow teeth in a sneer. He was an assassin and guard of Rau as was his entire race, feared by all who encountered them.
  10. Without hesitation, Galena thought of fire, blazing in a pit, burning everything in its path. Instantly, her hand felt as if it had received a large shock. She cried out in pain as she watched the torlic’s head catch fire. He screamed in agony, dropping to the ground, thrashing around and wailing into the night. Galena cradled her hand, the pain was fading, but now her hand felt as if it had falling asleep. She couldn’t feel her fingers at all.

And there you have it, just enough to give you a taste of my first ever novel!  Hope you come back for more!


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Within Reach is the story of Emma, a woman coming to terms with her mother’s increasing dementia and the everyday challenges associated with it.  Inexplicably, she finds herself ‘re-living’ specific events from her past.  She soon wonders if her own sanity is slipping, and only her mother can help find the key.

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 Jill Bisker lives in Stillwater, MN with her husband and a calico cat named Senora, and a grown son who is in college. She believes in empowering women to be strong enough to protect themselves, while still soft enough to be loving and compassionate. Her work includes paranormal mystery, traditional high fantasy, as well as contemporary and humorous fantasy and an everyday living blog. Once a dedicated stay at home Mom, Jill now writes full-time.

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