Library

 Eye of the Storme is now available in a library nearby! You can see it here.
Pretty awesome I think.

Bunnies and Novellas

Decided to go with the novella next. Here is a sneak peak at the cover!

Book Quote

 Quotes of the day: 

Gabriel came in, shaking his head. He glanced up at us as he walked towards the bar. I could only guess he saw the rabbit.

“His hat fell off when the door slammed,” Gabriel said.

“Somehow I think that only made him madder,” I answered.

“It did. He lit a cigarette and began hopping down the sidewalk, poster in one hand—er paw, and cigarette in the other, he was squeaking about rights for everyone. How long before the Council catches wind of him?”

"The Right to Carrots"

The Alley

 So just an overview of my vision for the series, in case anyone is wondering. I plan to do about three more books to go with it, maybe four. The fourth one will likely be a stand alone, or a prequel of sorts. It belongs with the series but it's not really part of the series. So far Eye of the Storme and Bloodlines and Bureaucracy are published. 

You can find them both on Kindle here.

The next one I'll be putting out will either be a small novella, Patch's story, or it will be In the Eyes of a Valkyrja.

Feel free to make comments, I'll be trying to get a commentary up and going, and hopefully everyone will be able to enjoy the books. I'll try to run a sale on them at least once a month, I can't do more than one book at a time, but I'll do my best.

The Bloodlust crew says hi to everyone, and asks... Have any of  you seen Lokki? Seems he's missing.

Good luck!

Aleisha.

Live

 Bloodlines and Bureacracy is now live on Kindle. 

Feel free to go read!

History's witnesses

I didn’t look up. “You’ll get used to it, rookie.”

“Used to what?” he croaked.

“History having witnesses,” Falcon said mildly, not bothering to hide his grin.

Bloodlines and Bureaucracy

Tavern Tales: The Right to Carrots Act

 In Bloodlust the other day this leporid shifter comes in, I was told he looked a bit bedraggled and tired but he starts this ruckus. I thought I would share what was told to me:

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The tavern smelled of woodsmoke, old beer, and someone’s failed attempt at stew. Rayven sat with her back to the wall, one hand wrapped around a glass, her eyes narrowed and dangerous as a drawn blade.

Mav sprawled across from her, English privateer swagger intact, whiskey balanced with the ease of someone who’d survived too many storms to care about tavern squabbles.

Falcon leaned in the shadows, broad Gallic shoulders hunched like stone arches, silent and unimpressed.

Lokki, of course, grinned like chaos had pulled up a chair.

It began with a pint slammed so hard the table shivered. A rabbit shifter in a crooked bowler stood, ears bent, whiskers twitching.

“I’m not a joke,” he rasped. “I just want a whiskey… and a union.”

The room cracked up. A carrot sailed through the air.

The rabbit slapped a parchment on the table. Bold letters, orange ink bleeding from a carrot seal: THE RIGHT TO CARROTS ACT. SIGN HERE.

“No more cheap laughs!” he barked. “No more dying for someone’s punchline! Three carrots minimum per twitch, hazard pay for Monty Python reenactments, and burrows that don’t flood at the equinox!”

Rayven’s glass froze midair. “Tell me this isn’t happening.”

Mav smirked. “If it is, at least they’ve better contract terms than most sailors I knew.”

Falcon muttered under his breath, a curse heavy as stone.

Lokki slapped the bar, nearly spilling his drink. “Shut up, all of you. This is glorious.”

The rabbit drew another parchment from his coat. “Sign, or face the consequences.”

“What consequences?” a townsman sneered. “The spotted murder-bunnies?”

The lamps flickered. Rafters creaked. Tiny figures dropped into the sawdust — rabbits with spotted fur and tiny sabers strapped to their backs. They did not laugh.

Silence wrapped the room.

Rayven’s hand slid toward her blade. Mav’s eyebrow arched. Falcon straightened, shoulders blotting out the lamplight.

Lokki howled with laughter. “Sign the damn paper! This is history.”

The townsfolk scrambled for the quill, scrawling names in carrot ink.

The rabbit gathered the parchment, bowler tipping low. “Justice. Dignity. Whiskey.” He downed his pint, turned on his heel, and stomped out with the spotted murder-bunnies trailing like silent guards.

When the door swung shut, breath returned.

Rayven drained her glass. “Next time, I’m drinking somewhere else.”

Mav raised hers with a crooked smile. “Next time, I’m buying front-row seats.”

Falcon shook his head.

Lokki lifted his cup high. “To carrots, comrades!”

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Mav tells me she got a look at this petition. I thought it was hilarious so I'm going to leave it below for anyone that wants to help the bunny shifters.

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The Right to Carrots Act

Coalition of Indignant Bunnies (CIB)

Ratified at Bloodlust Tavern, under flickering lamps and the suspicious gaze of witnesses.

Whereas:

Leporids and their shifter kin have suffered centuries of mockery, comedic death scenes, and Monty Python references without compensation.

Rabbits are more than props, punchlines, and Easter mascots.

Carrots are currency, culture, and dignity.

Therefore, be it resolved:

1. Hazard Pay: Three (3) carrots per comedic twitch. Five (5) for staged pratfalls.

2. Monty Python Clause: All reenactments shall include double carrots and a pint of whiskey for surviving members.

3. Burrow Standards: Dry roofs, equitable straw, and optional reading nooks.

4. Dignity Clause: No forced deaths for cheap narrative effect. (Tragic sacrifice is negotiable, but only with snacks.)

5. Union Solidarity: Spotted Murder-Bunnies shall serve as enforcement arm, sabers optional.

Signed this night, under protest and carrot-ink:

X ___________________________

(Name / Pawprint / Whisker Mark)

X ___________________________

(Witness, preferably disgruntled)

X ___________________________

(Carrot inspector approval stamp)

Failure to comply may result in synchronized ear-flops, lettuce strikes, or the sudden appearance of spotted murder-bunnies in your rafters.

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Feel free to sign below yourself to support the bunnies!

Intro, ish

 Good morning. I was going to use goodreads for my blog, but that was more limited than I expected and I want to be able to share more. So in a bit, tavern tales are going to move and I can share a sneak peek at the next book's witnesses of history.