I’m frustrated with Amazon right now.  If you have a book series and are self-published, it seems they can’t list the books together, in sequence. The second book Fairy Wars: Spies Among Us should come up when anyone types in “Fairy Wars” in the search line. Unfortunately, they only list the books based upon sales orders, and yet I see other authors whose books are conventionally published that manage to get their new books linked to their previous publications. I called them to see if we could get this straightened out, and supposedly they took care of it. However, the second book still comes up on like page 5 or 6, unless you type in the entire title (with the subtitle of Spies Among Us).  How can one hope to increase sales on a sequel when there’s no connection  to the original?  I was even asked by Amazon to fill out a survey, which I did, and told them I thought this was very unfair to self-published authors.

You can also find both books under my author page (L.L. Bower, with or without the periods) on Amazon.

To update you on the progress of book 3, I’m 16 chapters in with almost 100 pages finished. I have so much I want to accomplish in this last book (although I may write a prequel) that I’ve allowed myself extra time to finish it.  There’s more than one narrator in this tale, and there will be surprise revelations, epic battles scenes, and new and weird numinal creatures.  Here’s a taste:

Chapter 10 – One of Calen’s Worst Fears

Still bundled in white cording, I’m strung up in a tree, with some teardrop-shaped sacs dangling in front of me. Apparently my head is now bound because I can’t turn it and see where Rampart might be. I try to twist my body as a whole, but can’t get enough momentum. Straight ahead in the distance, what I do see is the suggestion of tree trunks and a murky rise. I must be in a gulch where sunlight barely penetrates.

Even though I’m elevated, the myriad eyes of my very tall, very creepy captors are fixed on me and gleam in the dim light.

I’ve had bad dreams like this.

I shudder. When Crisa described these Fairyland arachnids, I shuddered then too.

My fear stems from a time when, as kids, my sister and I were cleaning out the basement. One of those awful jumping spiders flew out at me and landed in my hair. I could feel its spindly legs crawling across my scalp. I hopped around like I was on fire, trying to get it off me, before my sister finally calmed me enough to extricate it and smash it underfoot. For weeks, I had nightmares about its relatives exacting their revenge by attacking me in bed. I’d wake up each morning, scratching all over, inspecting my body for spider bites.

So, if you add my great fear – spiders – to the dangers of scorpions, you have what I’m looking at right now – Fairyland’s Oscar winners for best freaks in a lead role – scorpiders.