12 Days of Christmas! Free ebooks!

12+2It’s that time of year again! Christmas and Yule are fast approaching and it’s started to snow!

Every year, I give away a novella for the Holiday Season.  In 2012 I gave away my novella 12. I had figured that it would be a one shot deal about a serial killer who took twelve victims during the 12 days of Christmas. Then I started thinking: what happened next? I left the novella open ended and wanted to find out what happened.

So in 2012, I gave away my novella 12 + 1, following Oliver as he came face to face with his daughter. I left that novella open ended as well, never planning to continue to a third novella. But here we are!

In December of 2013, I’ll be giving away my novella 12 + 2 and it’s the final novella in the trilogy about Oliver, the joy he brings to the Holiday Season and what happens to him this Christmas. You can now read the first two novellas for free in preparation for 12 + 2!

They’re my gift to you this Holiday Season. I hope you have all the joy you could want (without the blood) this Holiday Season!

How awesome is that?

Here are the blurbs to get you going:

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Oliver hates Christmas. He hates the fakery of it, the false joy that lifts everyone’s spirits. But only momentarily, only until the next box is opened, until the next piece of paper is torn away. But he is a true bringer of joy. In taking their lives, he is the giver of ultimate pleasure; and what better gift could there be for the Holidays than eternal bliss?

But this year is special. This year is 12.

Every year, for eleven years, Oliver has chosen twelve people, one person for each of the twelve days of Christmas. This year is 12. The final year. This year is personal. This is the year of the 12, payment for all of Oliver’s hard work. And he intends to collect. Eleven victims have already fallen-and Oliver has saved the best for last.

Merry Freaking Christmas. This year, there will be blood.

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Lenore hates Christmas.

It was the season where her lust for blood began, where father Oliver led her on a path of killing and taking life-except he called it giving joy for the Holidays.

She has achieved some renown as a performance artist. What the art going public don’t know is that all of her “canvasses” die. She takes them all, the blood hunger Oliver woke in her all those years ago far too strong to ignore.

Hoping to fool Oliver, she intercepts him in the street and leads him back to her apartment, hoping to once and for all give her father the ultimate Christmas gift and end his reign of terror forever.

Lenore plans to kill her father and take back her life this Christmas Eve. However, Christmas has a few gifts planned for her that Lenore doesn’t count on and red, after all, is a colour of the Holidays…

And what’s 12 + 2 about?

Well, you’ll just have to wait and see! Some gifts are worth waiting for after all…

Download and read 12 and 12 + 1 at www.jamiesonwolf.com

Enjoy!

The Broken Man – A Poem

He gave me a gift.

I was expecting a ring,

something to symbolize

the bond that was between us.

What I got instead was

a pack of tarot cards.

They had names I had

never seen before.

Instead of normal cards

like the Lovers or the Heirophant,

the Fool or the Tower,

there were cards like

the Lost Soul, the Forgotten One

and The Broken Man.

“That’s you.” He said.

He pointed to The Broken Man.

“That’s you as you are now.”

The card depicted a man

made of glass. His feet

and legs were shatters of glass,

littering the ground like

diamonds turned to dust.

His face was a mask of pain,

whether internal or external

I did not know.

I didn’t feel broken inside,

though I was approaching

that eventuality.

I didn’t want to be

The Broken Man. I felt like

The Gingerbread Man, my

breakable legs one step away

from being cookie crumbs.

I took the cards up to a cliff.

It overlooked the whole world

and I could see the land

stretching in front of me.

I could feel the world behind me.

I stood on a precipice,

my life before and

my life after. I only had to choose.

I raised my hand holding the cards

to the wind and let it take

the cards from my hand.

As they swirled away,

flying out of my hand,

I saw The Broken Man.

Instead of pain on his face,

he was smiling.

As the cards flew from my grasp,

I knew I had made

the right decision.

I was the Broken Man

no longer

De-Cowled – A Poem

During the night

I dream of myself.

I am wearing a cowl

that covers my face.

I am in a room

made entirely of stone.

There are candles that

flicker with light and shadow.

A woman approaches me

with her hands held out.

“I knew you would come to see me”

She says. Her eyes are a deep violet,

her smile warm. She radiates light.

“How did you know I would be here?”

I ask her. Though I have never been here

and do not know the woman,

I don’t feel any fear. Only a sense of calm.

“I always know when those seeking answers will arrive.”

She shrugs.

“It is the way.”

She sits and I do the same,

sitting across from her.

She takes my hands in hers

and I experience only a warmth

that drives away the chill

of the stone room.

“You wish to know if you are on the right path?”

“Yes.”

I whisper.

“How did you know?”

“You have an inquisitive spirit. It is written on your face.”

I say nothing, the truth of her words

ringing inside of me, as if my body

is agreeing to her words with

every fibre of its being.

“You are on the right path, but you must look where you are going.”

She squeezes my hands.

“To do that, you must see.”

She reaches up and pulls the cowl

down off my head.

The room we are in is transformed

from cold hard stone to a field of grass.

Trees and blue sky surround us.

I wonder if it was there all along.

“Do not be afraid of seeing, of taking hold of what you want.”

She begins to fade, her violet eyes

becoming a misty gray.

“You must remain true to yourself.”

Bright sun fills the grass covered room,

more brilliant than the sun.

My eyes open in the darkness

but a shadow of the bright light remains,

infusing everything I see.

Picture Me Gone by Meg Rosoff

 

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Mila has an unusual way of seeing things.

She can read a room the way others read body language. She can look at every day ordinary objects and learn about the people that inhabit them. She can also read people in the same way, knowing that what they’re saying and what they actually mean often aren’t the same thing.

When her father’s best friend goes missing right before Mila and Gil are supposed to visit, they make the trip from London to America anyways to look for Matthew. However, the situation is jarring for Mila, everything is out of place.

His beloved dog, Honey, has been left at home. So have his wife and new child. What’s going on? No one would just walk away from all that. There is more going on than meets the eye, but no one looks at the world quite like Mila and she’s determined to find answers.

Mila is also worried about her friend Cat. Her parents are going through a divorce and they are tearing her world apart. Can Mila make sure that Cat is all right even as they go to another country?

Everyone involved in Matthew’s disappearance is hiding something. However, when the betrayal happens, it turns Mila’s world inside out and leaving her questioning everything she thinks she knows…

Every novel by Meg Rosoff is different. We’ve been treated to a post apocalyptic tale, a story about Fate, a historical novel and magical realism. Rosoff again changes track and gives us Picture Me Gone which is a combination of a mystery entwined around a coming of age story.

Rosoff’s strength lies in the characters and worlds she creates. Mila will pull you into her story from page one. It helps that there are no quotation marks around dialogue, so that it’s as if you’re reading Mila’s diary or thoughts.

Mila is also a phenomenal character, both sympathetic and intelligent. Her story is instantly readable because her voice is so real. It as if you’re merely reading words that are already inside you so true is Rosoff’s tone and pitch.

Rosoff also doesn’t pull any punches. Her novels always deal with life’s tougher subject without sugar coating them, particularly unusual in young adult fiction. She doesn’t talk down to her audience but instead forces us to look at the world through her characters with unflinching beauty.

It also deals with coming of age and parallels. Gil is not abandoning Matthew and Mila won’t abandon Cat. Learning about the story between Cat and Mila just deepens her character and our understanding of her.

This is a novel that deals with relationships, people we love, secrets, lies and betrayals. It is also a novel of what truth is and the strength of the human heart-and Meg Rosoff handles all these things and more with grace, beauty and aplomb.

I can’t wait to read it again.

The Monarch Key by Darren Craske

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Having solved the mystery of the Hades Consortium and uncovered the truth about his life, circus conjuror Cornelius Quaint is looking for a quiet life.

Being back with his circus and all its performers should feel like bliss after all he has been through .However Cornelius Quaint can’t shake the need to do something. Cornelius is a man of action and being immortal is no excuse to get lazy.

Thankfully, the Queen of England offers the perfect distraction to boredom.

Queen Victoria wishes to invoke the powers of the Monarch Key, given to Quaint when he saved her life on a previous occasion. The Queen only gives the key to trusted individuals and there are only seven in existence.

She needs Cornelius’s help. Her close personal friend, Lady Crichton-Blake, has been murdered. The Queen wants to know the obvious questions: how, why and who? However, when Cornelius arrives on the scene, he notices two things:

The first being that Lady Crichton-Blake’s head has been removed. The second is that playing cards have been strewn across the floor and the one missing card is the Queen of Diamonds. Upon looking at the cards more carefully, Quaint realises that the killer isn’t done. They are only just beginning.

With the help of Madame Destine, Cornelius Quaint will have to use all his cunning to find out who the next target is and where they will be, before time runs out…

I love Cornelius Quaint. I don’t know how he does it, but Darren Craske always manages to top his last book and The Monarch Key is no exception.

Cornelius Quaint is as suave and debonair as usual and Madame Destine as all seeing. What makes The Monarch Key so incredible is that you have no idea where the story will go. Just when you think you have it figured out, Craske pulls the carpet out from underneath you.

What starts off as a brilliant murder mystery takes an incredible turn when we’re introduced to a medium capable of contacting the dead. Rather than being a fraud, however, the medium is the real deal. She also has it in for Quaint and Destine.

I wondered where the Quaint series would head next. After the closing off of the four book story arc, where Quaint finally learns the truth about his childhood and takes on the Hades Consortium, I wondered how Craske would continue the story. What could be next for the conjuror?

After finishing The Monarch Key, and being left with one heck of a cliff hanger, all I can say is that I’m anticipating the next book with relish. Craske continues to write some of the most amazing books with the most wonderful characters and his genius for storytelling knows no bounds.

I can’t wait to read the next adventure and catch up with Cornelius, Destine and company again. I have only one request for Darren Craske: write faster!