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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Blog tour stop for Janette Rallison!





Hudson Brown stopped believing in magic long ago. That is, until the day he is whisked away to the magical land of Logos by a curious compass given to him by his off-beat neighbor, Charlotte.

Hudson discovers that Logos is a land ruled by words, thoughts, and memories. A fairy might ferry you across the river for the price of one memory. But be sure to look out for snarky unicorns, as they will see through those who are not pure of heart.

Not understanding the many rules of Logos, Hudson is quickly saddled with a troll curse. Charlotte, who, along with her father, was banished from Logos, can help get rid of the curse--but only if he agrees to find the lost Princess of Logos in return.











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Janette Rallison/ CJ Hill writes books because writing is much more fun than cleaning bathrooms.  Her avoidance of housework has led her to writing 26 novels that have sold over 1,000,000 print copies and have been on many reading and state lists. Her books are fantasy, sci-fi, and romantic comedy because hey, there is enough angst in real life, but there’s a drastic shortage of humor, romance and hot guys who fight dragons. She lives in Arizona with her husband, kids, and enough cats to classify her as eccentric. 



And now for a little excerpt...enjoy:)



Hudson heard another low, rumbling noise, this time directly over his shoulder. He wouldn’t become troll dinner without a fight. He spun around, swinging his arm as he did. His fist didn’t connect with anything. The noise hadn’t been a troll. Two unicorns stood on the path behind him, their heads lifted too high to be hit by the arc of his swing. Hudson let out another startled scream. He was getting quite good at those. He put his hand to his chest and sat back down on the ground, too relieved and surprised to speak.
One unicorn was a gray color— not the gray of rocks or dirty sidewalks. It was the soft gray of morning mist. The other unicorn was the tawny brown of glistening honey. The gray unicorn took a step back and turned to the unicorn beside him.
“Did you see that, Nigel? That human tried to strike me.”
“Most uncivil,” the tawny unicorn agreed. Both spoke with a sort of British- sounding accent.
Hudson got to his feet, gaping at them. “You can talk?”
The gray unicorn tossed his mane, warily keeping an eye on Hudson. He still spoke only to the other unicorn. “What sort of incantation do you suppose the boy was performing on the road a moment ago?”
The tawny unicorn leaned his head toward his companion. “I don’t think that was an incantation. It sounded distinctly like cursing to me.”
“He was cursing the road?” the gray unicorn asked. “Most barbaric.”
 “You don’t understand,” Hudson said, still so surprised that it was hard to think straight. He held up the compass for them to see. “I accidentally flipped the knob off the compass because, well, I heard you grunting and I thought you were going to eat me or something—”

The unicorns let out a simultaneous “Hmmph!” and turned back toward each other. In a lowered voice, the tawny unicorn said, “All those who vote that the human boy is impure of heart, raise their horn.” The gray unicorn immediately raised his head so his horn stood straight up. The tawny unicorn lifted his head, as well. “Impure it is, then.”
They trotted around Hudson, noses twitching. It was only when the unicorns declared Hudson to be impure that he remembered Bonnie’s insistence that unicorns helped travelers who were pure in heart.
“Wait!” Hudson turned and walked after them. “I’ve got a pure heart. Really, I do!” He hurried to catch up. He had to convince them that he was good. Otherwise, he had no idea how to get home.
 The unicorns didn’t stop. As they continued down the path, the gray one glanced over his shoulder. “It’s following us now.”
“Don’t make eye contact with it, Cecil. That just encourages them.”
At that, the unicorns went from trot to canter. Hudson ran, plodding uselessly after them. “Come back!” he called. “I’m pure!” They swished their tails to shoo him off and galloped away, disappearing as they went around a twist in the path.








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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Dear Mr. Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,
I am but one voice, but I know there are others who will not speak, but feel similarly  to me. Today it does not matter who I voted for. It does not matter whether we are friends or foes. Today we celebrate something far bigger than ourselves. We celebrate the wondrous Democracy that has made you our leader. Most of all, we celebrate a transition of power without fear of retaliation for opinions, without living in violence. First and foremost, I thank God for that.

Now, as this burden is now yours, I wish to appeal to you for healing. Throughout history, we have seen that nations divided are almost as dangerous as nations sick with apathy. In the past two to ten years, media in all it's forms, while uniting us, has also divided us---sickeningly so. Both black men and officers' widows burying the ones they love--needlessly. Political ideas have never been so far apart or fought for with such hateful language. Races are labeled and made to seem like one person and one idea when in reality, we are not. We are beautiful diverse and always will be. The only thing we are is human and because of this we have the capability to show great humanity, or dark and devastating divisiveness.  

Mr. Trump, on thing I agree with Hillary Clinton; we are more powerful together. You can cannot make America anything without us and us without you. So there it is, my plea to you is... make it a propriety within your government and with people of all race, economic status, religion etc, please, oh please always ask this question when making decisions. Will this build and heal or will my decision destroy and divide.

I literally now pray for you to do good, to believe in the people that you will never forget that your viewpoint is only one of the millions that depend on you to make their lives better. God bless you Mr. Trump. You have a daunting task. I still believe in America. I still believe in people and I wait with bated breath to see what you will do.

sincerely,
Small but Significant