Review of Day Moon by Brett Armstrong

In a day when all books are being entered into a centralized database and then destroyed, Elliot’s grandfather leaves him a copy of Shakespeare’s complete works. When he shares it with the girl he has a crush on, tension enters the story.

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“I guess he knew a good romance when he saw one.” [Elliot’s]  gray eyes leapt to meet hers as he finished speaking, his voice never wavering, surprisingly. A little color flooded Lara’s cheeks and she looked down and said, “Yeah, or an awful tragedy.”

Elliott leaned back chuckling. “True, I never did like how that went down. Romeo should never have jumped to conclusions and killed himself like that. But I guess if the mail service had been more reliable back-”

“Woah, woah, what are you talking about?” Lara asked. “You’ve read the play right? Juliet and Romeo kill each other out of family loyalty.”

Looking on her in confusion, Elliott wanted to question her, to contradict what she was saying. He had to fight to keep his hands from reaching for the book. His eyes could not help but flick to it and Lara noticed. Sighing a little, she flipped to the close of the play and gestured to it, beginning to read silently for the point she searched for.

After a moment her brows raised in surprise and she said, “Huh, you’re right.”

And while Elliot relaxes in relief that the tension between them dissipates, Lara can’t forget. She compares several plays in the book with the database and finds significant differences. When she shares this with Elliot, the mystery and the problems spread. They find themselves in direct conflict with the security forces who support the data entry project as they dig into the clues that Elliot’s grandfather left in this book and in a poem called Day Moon.


Setting his story in a not too distant future, Brett Armstrong updates the theme of social control explored in an early era by classics such a Fahrenheit 451 and 1984. In a world where cars drive themselves, Armstrong sees the potential–for good and for trouble–in the universal access to technology.

With believable and interesting characters, the reader is drawn into a fast-paced jaunt across the modern city and then out into the wilds of the Appalachians. As Elliot tries to figure out who can be trusted, he faces betrayal several times but also learns that some relationships can be recovered. He also learns where he can find strength to confront an increasingly terrifying situation.

While the events of the early part of the story follow the logic Armstrong sets up and carry the reader quickly along, a few incidents do not fit tightly in the story. Later, there are a few too many twists, slowing down the pace considerably. The reader may be tempted to skim through toward the conclusion. However, no reader will want to miss the details of the last two chapters as this part of the story comes to a climax and the steps for book two are set up.

Some of the description is repetitive and a few moments feel like they are included only to illustrate a theme that has surfaced, the premise and the story are good. I give the book 3 and 3/4 stars.

This review is offered for YA Bound Book Tours. YA Bound Tour Button




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Review of The West Wood by Suzy Vadori

As part of Suzy Vadori’s Blog tour with YA Bound, I offer this review of her new book The West Wood. 

Boarding school, with its assorted collection of wealthy kids, has the same tensions as The West Woods Cover Reveal - Suzy Vadori Aug 8 2017any high school, and Vadori deftly describes the daily dilemmas. You can feel why the main character Courtney wants out of there and sympathize with her frustration when her father insists she finish the year. Under her pressure, he agrees that she can go to the local school the next year if she makes an effort to understand what is special about this school.

Courtney makes a list of things she can do to prove she tried, including becoming captain of the swim team. While she schemes to make this happen, she takes a dare to race into the forbidden west wood. Stumbling over an indentation in the ground, she finds a buried key, but there is no clue what it opens.

Although she is not punished for entering the forbidden area, the craziest teacher at the school begins to press her to tell all she knows. Courtney realizes there are mysteries she has not imagined. When her sister gives her a map that their father had stolen from this teacher when he attended the school, the depth and extent of the mysteries begin to appear.

Along with hidden spaces and unusual creatures, the map shows a special well in the west wood. She goes to it and makes a wish. While the wish seems to help her list of goals, it also drives her. She is not herself as the wish becomes more important than anything else.  Complications abound.

In this work, Vadori succeeds in writing the students so that they are believable, vivid and interesting. We can feel Courtney’s frustrations. The teachers are more caricatures than real people, but are portrayed the way a teen might see them. This strengthens the story for young adults, though limits the potential to cross over to an adult audience.

The ending comes quickly with a solution around the corner but not yet in sight. While this is what real life is often like, the finale is more like a snap of the fingers than a satisfying tying up of loose ends.

All in all, the characters are worth meeting, and the premise works. I give it 4 stars.YA Bound Tour Button

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In the bright sun and dry air of Burkina Faso, shadows are sharp.HPIM2735 Looking down, I saw clear images of what was between the sun and the ground.

This was particularly striking when we visited a modern sculpture garden. The stone had been chiseled into enduring shapes while the sun stretched the shadows on the ground.

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I was struck by the beautiful carved stone, but also by the shadows these sculptures created. The images that day were both transient and permanent marks of an artist’s dream.


Life is like that. A person takes an action that affects the world. Matching the intention and the consequences is like the form and the shadow, moving, shifting, sometimes clear and sometimes unexpected.

These reflections and images helped to shape the story in my novel, Fractured: When Shadows Arise.

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4In the area where I live, bedrock is fractured limestone. This has the upside of creating amazing escarpment cliffs and the downside of allowing water to flow unfiltered down into the aquafers. Care with what we put into the water system is important in a place like this.

But as I watched water find its way down, I imagined what might come up from the depths….

Put together the modern concern with renewable power sources, the landscape of fractured rock, add a touch of Celtic mythology and you have a potentially explosive mix. The main character of my novel Fractured: When Shadows Arise has to find a way to control the rising trouble that her father, an alchemist, has created.

Sound interesting? The book is available this August.5

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The heroine retreats

When writing a sequel, a useful trope is a main character who retreats from the growth that came in the first adventure. In Before the New Moon Rises, Thalassai leaves the hard work to return to the luxuries of palace life with just a twinge of regret. Tyrant that I am, I do not let her enjoy the benefits of that life for long. This excerpt from the novel does lHPIM1178

Thalassai lounged on a bench cushioned with sheepskins as servants brought jar after jar of heated water to fill the terracotta tub in the bathing room of the palace. When they were done, Mara tested the full tub with her hand. “The water is adequately warm. Will you bathe now, Princess?”

“I will.” She planned to enjoy this luxury of palace life.

“I am prepared to anoint you with scented oil when you are done,” said Mara.

Thalassai cringed at the thought of Mara’s heavy-handed massage. “Dorlas can do what is needed. She has the tool to clean around my nails.” Thalassai was determined to get rid of the grime that weeding had pushed into the skin of her hands. “I am sure there are important tasks that need your attention, Mara.”

Frown lines creased the senior servant’s forehead. “If you are certain, Princess, I will leave you in the girl’s adequate care.”

“Dorlas is quite skilled enough,” said Thalassai. “Her work on my hair drew compliments last night.” Thalassai thought Mara might argue further, but the older woman schooled her face to a smile, and even gave a slight bow as she left the room. Dorlas looked worried, but Thalassai smiled at her. “Now help me into the tub. I plan to enjoy this.”

Thalassai relaxed into the warm water. Dorlas massaged her right hand and carefully cleaned all the grit from under and around her fingernails. Dorlas was gentle but tentative. Thalassai considered how to get the girl to relax. “Tell me about your home, your brothers and sisters.”

Dorlas started to talk. She gained confidence as she described each of the brothers and her one sister, the oldest in the family. Thalassai quickly lost track of the names and who was married or had children, but she let Dorlas talk as she worked. Thalassai leaned back in the water. This was wonderful. Soon, she would wash her hair, and then, when she was thoroughly clean, she would have Dorlas, with her gentle touch, rub scented oil into her skin. After half a moon of adventures, it felt good to be pampered.


Wearing a short linen robe and breathing in the rich scent of the oil that Dorlas had rubbed into her skin, Thalassai closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the girl’s hands combing out the tangles in her hair. The door to her room swung open, and Mara charged in.

“The steward needs to speak to you. Now.”

“I am hardly presentable,” said Thalassai, though she was grateful the man had sent Mara to prepare for his entry. The previous steward, conscious of his great power, had barged straight in. “I will attend upon him as soon as Dorlas is done.”

“No.” Mara stepped forward, and this time bowed. “Princess, there is a problem. He would not discuss it with me, but he is extremely agitated.”

Thalassai bit her lip. Whatever was going on, she could not ignore it. “Bring that shawl, please Dorlas.” Thalassai stood, arranged her hair on her shoulders. “Show him in.”

The steward had been waiting just outside the door. “You must come and act in place of the king to finalize an arrangement with the emissary. He waits in the throne room.”

“You want me to give ceremonial approval for the agreement he and the king made?” Thalassai almost laughed. Then, she saw in the steward’s face that he was completely serious.

“The emissary is upset. He planned to leave before the sun reached the zenith and has paced the throne room for a handspan already. He represents an important ally and must not be further angered.”

“This is the king’s agreement, not mine.”

“But we cannot wake him. The doctor has been summoned. You must come.”

Thalassai’s knees buckled, and she sat. The king was ill!

The steward reached out his hands, pleading. “The king’s servants allowed him to sleep late, but finally called me. I could not rouse him. Someone needs to deal with the representative from Paxos.”

Now, she understood the steward’s distress. The emissary would be anxious to depart. Even in well-known waters, the timing of a sea voyage was chosen carefully. She trembled with frustration. She had been relaxing for the first time in half a moon, and now she had to deal with this.

Mara returned with a light woolen robe dyed a bright yellow. For once, the unruffled competence of the senior servant was a relief. “Dorlas, a simple braid, please.” She felt the girl hesitate. “You can begin now.” The girl stepped forward and smoothed her hair. Her fingers worked quickly.

Thalassai thought of her father and how many of these meetings she had attended with him. She could do this. “If you would wait outside the room, Steward, I will dress in a way that honors the emissary.”

“But be quick, Princess,” he said.

Thalassai frowned. Irritation at the command sparked a thought. “And send for Asira.”

“Pardon?” The steward frowned.

“Asira, the priestess of the goddess.” Thalassai turned her head slowly, so that she did not disturb Dorlas’ work. She met the steward’s eyes. “Send for her at my command. If the king is ill, she will be of service to him.” She waited but the steward did not move. “By the time you have found a servant to send for the priestess, I will be ready.” She made a motion with her hand that she had seen her father give many times, and finally the steward bowed and left the room.

“You may suffice after all,” Mara said. “Give me the day robe, and we’ll arrange this one. You do remember our relationship with Paxos is complex. We trade…”

“Mara, please. Give me space to think.” While Mara arranged the fold of the robe and used silver spirals to pin the shoulders, Thalassai’s thoughts raced. She wanted to think about the king’s illness, but she pushed that question aside. She ran through what she remembered of the negotiations the night before. She had not paid attention to the final arrangements, but who could have imagined she would be formalizing the agreement?

Thalassai stopped her wishing. The steward could handle the details. Her part was to acknowledge the honor Ephyra gained through this cooperation. She played over the language of brothers, the way her father liked to refer to their neighbors. If that reference was unusual here, she could smile and speak of the gifts she brought from the distant south.

“You are ready.” Mara said.

 I don’t feel ready. But it is time.

You can get the ebook from the publisher Prizm Books

It is also available at the usual places like Smash Words, Google books, Amazon, Barnes and Noble…. Paperbacks are available locally at Forsters Book Garden in Bolton, Great Books in Williamsford, and The Ginger Press in Owen Sound. Or from me and Barnes and Noble.


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Mining the myths of Greece

People who enjoy my books but don’t usually read fantasy ask me how I get my ideas. One piece of an answer is that I read different versions of the Greek myths, constantly. And often these spark an idea.

When working on Before the New Moon Rises I wondered what gods were traditionally enemies of Poseidon. I came across this HPIM0206story:

Born with a limp and with skin burnt by the forges he worked, Hephaestus the god of metal-working still managed to catch the attention of the goddess Aphrodite. They married, but the goddess of love was not inclined to fidelity. When he suspected that a relationship had developed between her and Aries, he designed a special net to catch the lovers in the act.

The net did its job, and he dragged them to Olympus to show others her weakness and lack of honour. When he did, Poseidon laughed. Loud and long, he laughed declaring that this showed the foolish trust of Hephaestus.

As metal holds its shape, so Hephaestus held his desire for revenge for the ridicule expressed by the Earthshaker, the god of storm, Poseidon.

With this story, I not only found a suitable ally for those who opposed Poseidon, but since he was the god of metal-working, I also found the spark of a solution for the sailors who sought to defeat Poseidon’s monster, a shark who could tear through wood as if it was a ripe olive. But to find out more about the solution Hephaestus developed for the beleaguered people of Corfu, you have to dig into the book.



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Meanwhile back on…..Olympus

In case you missed this post when I “visited” Lorna George, here is what happened between Moon of the Goddess and Before the New Moon Rises back on Olympus:

A swirl of black smoke rose from the ground staining the green grass of Mount Olympus with soot. Hades emerged from the cloud. “Do you know what our brother the Earthshaker has done now?”

Zeus continued sharpening his sword on the whirling grindstone. “Has he shaken the earth?”

“Split a mountain open.” Hades’ voice was cold as the snow. “Drained the branch of the River Styx that feeds the valley the mortals call Ephyra. And he released the dead.”

The king of the gods laid his sword carefully on a bench and met his brother’s eyes. “You are furious.”

“It is time for you to be angry. He overstepped,” Hades growled.

“You know that I cannot intervene.”

“So our brother does as he likes.”

“If he intruded on your kingdom, you are free to exact a revenge-price.”

“I made him pay.” When Hades smiled, he bared brilliant white teeth, but his eyes burned dark as charcoal. “The way he plots, you may be forced to act.”

Zeus shook his head. “War between us would destroy the world.”

The smile faded from Hades’ lips. Lines of anger formed beside his eyes. “You have been warned.” He stalked away burning the grass as he walked.

Zeus watched his back. He would have to pay more attention to the rumours of Poseidon’s antics. And when he learned what tricks the God of Storm planned, perhaps he could drop a hint to one of the younger gods, someone like Apollo. He picked up his sword again and carefully honed his blade to a killing edge.


To find out what Poseidon has planned, check out the novel Before the New Moon Rises. And if you want to read about how his first plans were dealt with, you can pick up Moon of the Goddess, the first book in this duo.

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Meanwhile at the shrine of the god of healing

Here is another of my off-stage views. This happens about the time the second novel begins. Panacea is the daughter of Asclepius, the God of Healing, and one of the main characters in both novels. But even the gods cannot see everything. As her father listens to the rumours his patients bring, he realizes that his daughter is caught up in a dangerous quest.

After adding a hint of mint to the cough serum, Asclepius handed the small amphora to his assistant. “Remind the child’s mother to give just a sip with each handspans passing. A cup of water as well. And summon me immediately if the child coughs blood.”

The God of Healing ran his fingers over his temples. It had been a long day, and he needed some time to think, to sort out the news he had gleaned. As he had listened to patients this last week, he heard more than their symptoms. It seemed that hungry kings plotted war in too many corners of their land.

He heard footsteps on the stones of the courtyard. “I am sorry, Sir, but there is a woman at the gate to see you.”

“Is she in labor?” That was all that would draw him away from his whirling thoughts to see one more patient.

“No Sir, but she claims your daughter, Panacea, sent her.”

“Then do not keep her waiting.” He had not heard from this daughter in three turns of the moon. As far as he knew, she was with Echidna at the shrine above Corinth. When the woman entered, he was even more surprised. She was a peasant by the look of her dress, and she seemed uneasy. He indicated a stool for her to take and sat across from her. “You come from my daughter.”

The woman looked down at her hands. “She said I should come and ask you to teach me.”

The God of Healing also looked at her hands. Panacea tended to recognize the gift of healing though to him her calloused hands, which to him spoke of gardening. “Tell me how you came to cross my daughter’s path.”

As the woman poured out her story, Asclepius kept the surprise from showing on his face. His daughter had indeed travelled far from Corinth and faced unexpected dangers. He assured the woman that he would teach her, and that she and her family could remain at this shrine for the time being. When another assistant had taken her to arrange lodgings, only then did the silence he craved return.  Trouble is brewing across our land, he thought. He looked north and west toward the city Panacea sought. Take care, Daughter!


To find out how this woman and Panacea crossed paths, check out my first novel Moon of the Goddess, chapters thirteen and fourteen. To uncover the trouble that is spreading across ancient Greece, you can read the sequel, Before the New Moon Rises.

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Meanwhile back in Tiryns

So much happens off stage in a novel, even a massive epic one. So here is what happened between the first book, Moon of the Goddess, and the second, just out, Before the new moon rises, back in the home city of Thalassai and Melanion.  

When his daughter was kidapped, King Gryneus of Tiryns sent his son Melanion and a fleet of ships to rescue her. He hoped and believed that one or the other would succeed. But they had gone into the distant north, and he had no way of knowing how that quest progressed. In the meantime, there are rumblings of trouble nearer home.

The chief counselor found Gryneus, king of Tiryns, on the roof of the palace gazing north. His face showed no emotion, but his shoulders showed the tension that had grown each day since the moon rose red.

“You have news for me?” the king asked.

“The spy you sent to Mycenae returned this morning. He reports that there are rumours of war in that city. Soldiers speak of battle as they drink in the inns, but they do not know where they will be sent.”

“So there is not as yet an army headed our way.” The king shook his head. “A good thing since neither my son nor the fleet has returned.”

“And there is no news of Thalassai.” The counselor frowned at the road that lead north to Corinth, to Mycenae and further, toward the city that held the princess captive. “Until Melanion rides back down that road, there is no way to know, unless you wish to ask the priests.”

“And waste a poor goat so they can slaughter it and pretend to read messages in the entrails.” The king clenched his hands. “I could send to Delphi for the oracle to speak, but that is half way to the city of the one who kidnapped my daughter. By the time such a messenger returned….” The king shrugged. “We can do nought but wait. And spy on our once friendly neighbours.”

“I offered a prayer at Athena’s temple last night, asking her to guard the princess.” The counselor hesitated. “There is one other thing I would advise. If you are right that in his desire for a port, king Atreus of Mycenae will eventually send an army upon us, we could gather food, begin to prepare for a siege.”

The king’s shoulders relaxed a little. There was a smile on his face when he turned to the counselor. “A task we can do. Order an inventory of the store houses. By tomorrow morning, I want to know what we need and where in our own lands we can find supplies to augment what we have stored.” He smiled slightly. “And find me an escort. I will visit the bronze smiths and see if we might turn out a few more swords and heads for spear and arrow. I will do more than just wait.”

Things are about to get very tense between Tiryns and Mycenai, but to learn about that you’ll have to read Before the New Moon rises. Available in paperback from me and Barnes and Noble, as an ebook directly from Prizm Books or from the usual Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, and Google Books.

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Meanwhile back at….the shrine near Corinth

In a story, there are always people off stage. We follow the main characters into the action, but what are those left behind thinking and doing? Off stage at a point that would be late in my new book Before the New Moon Rises, a priestess of the God of Healing looks for a sign of what transpires beyond her reach.

Leaning on her cane, Echidna slowly climbed the path through the ancient oak trees to the pass above the shrine. The way the shrine sheltered at the base of the mountain, she could not see the new moon rise without this climb. One of the young girls accompanied her with a torch to light her way back once darkness descended.HPIM1282

When the last crescent of the old moon had been stained blood red two mornings earlier, she told those who served under her that the goddess spoke of hope as well as warning. She still believed that was the message, but with Poseidon plotting in so many places, she worried.

She stepped on a loose rock and the pain in her hip made her gasp. She laid a hand on the shoulder of the girl to reassure her. Aging joints did not have the flexibility or the sturdiness they once had.

Where are you now Panacea? she wondered. The younger priestess had rushed to Mycenae the day the crescent moon rose red trying to ascertain what disasters Poseidon sparked. Echidna feared it was an attack on the city Tiryns, but she could not be sure.

A little further, and the two stepped out from the enclosing forest onto a rocky ledge. The path continued north to skirt the city of Corinth, but this was the spot she sought. The sky slowly darkened to the colour of tarnished bronze. A single star shone in the north east. As the rim of the sun fell beneath the horizon, a flash of red light shot upward revealing the tiny horn of the new moon, red as rich wine.

A sharp intake of breath from her companion was the only sound. A birthing moon, she thought. Something new is beginning. She sighed. She had no idea what the goddess was up to. And birthing was the most dangerous of moments for a woman and the baby. Still, she felt that this was a promise from the goddess.

News would come. Until then, she could only wait. Echidna looked down at the young girl who looked relieved but also a little nervous. “Come let us light that torch you carry, and we will descend. I am sure you are more than ready for your evening meal.”


The book can be purchased from the publisher Prizm Books. Paperbacks are now available  and Barnes and Noble is the most efficient for that unless you live near me (Ontario near Owen Sound.)

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