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Friday, 20 November 2015

Author Interview of Shanti and The Magic Mandala


About the book:






Shanti and the Magic Mandala is an adventure in which fantasy and reality are mingled. The book tells the story of six teenagers, from different religious and cultural origins and different parts of the world, who are mystically recruited to form two groups - one in the Northern Hemisphere, and one in the Southern. They eventually gather in Peru, and through a single alliance, begin a frantic chase for the sacred object that can stop the black magician's final plan.











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Shanti was the first to smell the smoke. She paused in her frantic packing. “Do you smell something burning?”

“Yes, I do,” Lelê said, worried.

It was getting noticeably hotter in the room. “Look, there’s smoke coming in under the door!” Antônio cried. Black smoke was slowly seeping beneath the door and into the room. Lelê ran to the window.

“The door won’t open,” Shanti said, struggling with the lock.

“Neither will the window.” Lelê was close to tears.

“Let me try, Shanti.” Antônio grasped the doorknob, applying his strength to it. Even as he fought with the lock, the smoke and the heat were rising.”

“They did it. We're stuck in here,” Helena said, coughing.

Antônio hammered on the wall. “Nasir! Itai! Tadao! Help us!”

“They want to kill us,” Lelê cried, shaking with fear.

Looking intently at Helena, her voice ringing with determination, Shanti declared, “But we’re not going to let them succeed!”

“Get away from the door,” Antônio said, kicking at it.

Hearing Antônio's call for help, Nasir and Itai had rushed to the door, only to find it locked. Tadao tried the window. “It won’t open,” he said, fearful. “The window's locked.”

“We can’t get out. What’s happening?” Nasir said, with an edge of panic.

“It’s black magic,” Itai said, trying to help Nasir break down the door.

Just then, an image of the book came into his mind. He ran over to his backpack, still on top of his bed and upended it shaking everything out.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, like an explosion — the door swung open. Flames and gouts of heavy, black smoke poured into the room. The whole hallway was on fire.

Tadao pushed at the window again, but it defied his efforts to open it.

Itai reached for his book. It was illuminated once again. He stood up and held the book with both hands, opening it. A bright light shone forth from the page it had opened on and he saw another name, formed with three Hebrew letters. Seitel, another of the 72 names of God. Itai knew that the Angel Seitel was able to create a protective shield. He closed his eyes, forming an urgent prayer, reaching out to connect with the angel, shutting out the mayhem around him for a few moments. Opening his eyes he gazed at the three letters from right to left for a few more precious seconds. Then he closed the book, replaced everything else in the backpack and hoisted it on his back. He picked up the book, holding it in his right hand. “Grab your backpacks and follow me.”

Nasir stared at him with an expression that clearly showed concern for his sanity “Itai?”

“Follow me,” Itai repeated with certainty.

“What? What do you mean?” Tadao almost shouted.

Nasir took his backpack and positioned himself behind Itai. “May Allah protect us!”

Watching Nasir, Tadao did the same. Itai took the closed book in both hands, pointing it towards the fire, as they approached the door. The book emitted an increasingly intense light. Gradually, a large shield began to form, surrounding the three boys.

“Wow! It's a light vehicle, a merkaba!” Nasir said, reverently, his gaze locked on the intense white light of the forming shield.

“Incredible!” Tadao said, forming his own silent prayer, Thank you, Lord Buddha.

Steadfastly Itai moved towards the door now engulfed by large flames. He advanced out of the room, into the hallway, the light shield in front of him, and as he moved, he created a clear path, the shield pushing away the flames, heat and smoke. He stopped in front of Shanti’s bedroom door. The wood was charred and blackened and the ancient lock had popped free, leaving the door swinging brokenly. Their friends had crowded at the back of the room, near the window, trying to get away from the thick, choking smoke. “Grab your backpacks! Get behind Nasir and Tadao!” Itai shouted.

“We’re coming!” Antônio said, grabbing his backpack and walking swiftly towards the door.

Lord Ganesha, please open those paths, Shanti prayed, putting all of her faith into the prayer.

Within moments, the three were in place. The light shield began to grow sideways, eventually forming a large cube of light, protecting all of them. They crossed the hall, safe from the flames. As they went down the stairs, they heard the roof collapsing behind them. The reception area had been completely destroyed by fire, but again they passed through the devastation completely shielded from the heat and flames. They reached the door leading to the outside. Itai wasted no time in pulling it open and they poured out of the burning building.


As soon as the last one of them stepped onto the street, the old pension began to collapse, turning into a huge bonfire.

Author Interview

1. What inspired you to write the book?

I have always had the dream of being a writer.
I had been asking for a new goal in my life for more than seven years through my meditation and spiritual practices. One day I had an insight to write a book in which I could express myself and also share my experiences…
Since I was a child, I liked very much to read stories, like fantasy stories, also adventure books and I was a fan of the cartoon Tintin, the French adventurer boy, fan of Julius Verne, and also mysteries and thrillers like Agata Christie. Bringing all these memories to these days, I wished to write for young readers, writing an interesting book, like an adventure book, a fantasy book, and which could also bring some important things, such as spiritual aspects, compassion, human rights, animal protection, and all these things.

2. When did you realise that you want to write a book?

Since I started practicing Yoga and meditation I asked for a new goal in my life through which I could inspire tolerance, compassion and freedom. During my daily Sadhana I received a message that I should and was ready to start a book.

3. Who helped you in writing the book and please say about their contributions?

My own travels, studies and experiences as well as my spiritual practices which gave me the content and inspiration for writing this story

4. How is your book going to inspire the readers?

I have the desire to inspire young readers to be proactive caring about the planet, as well as supporting them to live freely and have compassion for their fellow man, while accepting other people’s options, religions and cultures.
I think I wrote a book I would have been amazed to read if I were a teenager…
In my opinion, young people are the ones who will be able to change the world. That’s why I decided to bring them something, to plant a seed in their lives, to be able to germinate good feelings related to the planet, related to the rights. I decided that it could be a good idea to use a playful approach with these themes that are so important for the planet. We are talking about freedom, we are talking about human rights, we are talking about planet protection, about animal defense, about love, about all these subjects that are fundamental for the health of our planet. That’s why I decided to write an adventure, but it is a fantasy as well, but also there are many mystical and spiritual approaches.

5. If you are given the chance to change one thing in your book what would it be?

Nothing occurs to me… I’m very pleased with the results.

6. How do you find time to write and which part of the day is best for writing for you?

I prefer to write after my spiritual practices at the end of the day, when I’m more inspired for that.

7. Which books have inspired you the most, in the journey of writing this book?

Auto biography of a Yogi, Tintin Adventures, The Da Vinci Code, Death in on the Nile, The Power of Kabbalah, The Art of Happiness and Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone .

8. What is the best advice, you would give for writers who are trying to write a book?

I think the most important is to ask your heart and try to write something positive to share with the world.

9. What are your hobbies?

Yes, adventure travels, cycling, running, horse riding, trekking, reading and cooking
                        
10. What can we expect from you in the future?

I have already finished the research for the second book of Shanti’s series.




About the Author:
F. T. Camargo is an Italian Brazilian living in Sao Paulo, Brazil. An award winning architect and author, he also studied Arts and Media and has a post degree in Economics and MBA in e-commerce. He is a vegetarian because of his love for all animals and has been deeply involved in causes for their protection and freedom. He is a world traveler adventurer, outdoor sports lover, speaks 4 languages and has published a travel book “Rio, Maravilha!”


For many years he has been practicing yoga and meditation and studying the Kabbalah. His exploration of spiritual teachings motivated a commitment to self-development which in turn created a new path and goal in life. Shanti and the Magic Mandala was born from his inner journey.


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Awards & Recognition for the Book:

- Winner of 2014 London Book Festival in the category “Young Adult”.

- 2014 Moonbeam Children's Book Awards: Bronze Medal at “Young Adult Fiction – Spirituality” category

- 2014 New England Book Festival in Boston:  Honorable Mention in the category “Young Adult”.

- Winner of 2015 Paris Book Festival in the category “Young Adult”.

- Winner of 2015 International Book Awards in the category “Fiction / Young Adult”.

- Winner of 2015 New York Book Festival in the category “Young Adult”.

- 2015 Los Angeles Book Festival – Runner-up in the category “Young Adult”.

- 2015 San Francisco Book Festival – Runner-up in the category “Young Adult”.

- 2015 DIY Book Festival in Los Angeles: Honorable Mention in the category “Young Adult”.




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Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Book Review of “The Sire of Humellis”

“The Sire of Humellis”

About the book:

An accident changed Adam’s life. He believed that destiny was in his hands, but he was not aware that what this destiny might bring him in the future.

It is a story of a courageous man and his passion for cycling. This love brings him to India to explore the unexplored Himalayan trails. They plan for tit and execute it very well. But there is something missing in the plan of his life which was decided years back at the time of the creation of humans that Adam is also not aware of.

He was selected to start again and to build hope for the future. Be the part of Adam’s journey of courage and see Himalaya, mystery village, dark places, extraordinary creatures and lands.

My Thoughts:

The first few pages of the book will give you the impression that it is a story of a person’s struggle and the latter half of the story will amaze you with the fighting spirit the man possesses. And you get a feeling that the story has a wonderful ending.

Just when I thought that, I looked at the number of pages left. Quite amazed I found I haven’t yet completed the book, there were more 100 pages left.

When you think the story has just reached its climax, the story begins with a series of adventurous to follow.

Is it a motivational story or a struggle story or is it an adventurous story, no, no it has to be Sci-Fi, what is it?

Find it in the story that unfolds itself with page.

I will sincerely ask the readers to buy this book the moment they get hold of it. The Sire of the Humellis will take you from a land of struggle to the world of fantasy, where you will meet the Creators of Earth and how Adam the protagonist of the story saves mankind from extinction.

Filled with thrill and suspense, it is the book you can’t put down, until you have reached the last page.

A must read novel, I loved the plot as it wasn’t what I expected and I have to say, it thrilled me beyond my wildest dreams and expectations.


5 stars to “The Sire of Humellis”- a new journey of Humans. 

Saturday, 14 November 2015

Temperance Book Blitz

About the book:

Gabriel is weary, hunting for a murderer.

Patience is adrift, her life a complete lie.

Nate is scared, hiding from his worst fears.

Juliet is frantic, her time is running out.

As four fragile lives collide, the truth is finally revealed.


And betrayal and death become inevitable.



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Lake Tranquil was
vast.  So much so that Patience couldn’t
see where it ended or began.  Despite its
size, it was deserted.  She was the only
human in sight and she loved the thought of being so alone, immersed in the
beauty of nature.  An occasional bird
flitted in and out of the trees, or swooped down to land at the water’s
edge.  In the distance, a rabbit ran
through the trees, its tail bobbed, flashing white as it ran for cover.

Trees lined craggy mountains that surrounded the lake.  They were thick, green and tall, and reached
to the shoreline; only a small wavering line of pebble-covered beach sat
between the shimmering waters and the forest.  


It was heavenly. 


It wasn’t the first time Patience had been to Lake
Tranquil.  Once, as a child, she had
visited it with her mother and enjoyed a week of blissful freedom away from the
chaos of life.  Now here, fleeting
memories flooded back.  Swimming in the
lake as her mother sat on the deck and read.
Running through the trees playing hide and seek, and sitting on the
shore as the sun set.  Watching the stars
appear overhead as her mother cooked fish over a smoky fire.  It was a time in her life that stuck in her
mind, when her mother had been truly happy and content. 


It was why Patience was here. 


For
her mother.To try to be closer to her, to try to understand her.To try to find
some peace.
 


About the Author:

Chrissie lives in Devon, UK, with her husband and is a freelance Production Coordinator working in the TV, documentary and film industry.

Chrissie is also an Author.  Her thriller Integrate was released in October 2013 and her historical fiction Among the Olive Groves was released in July 2014.

Other written work includes factual articles for the Bristolian newspaper and guest articles for the charities Epilepsy Awareness Squad and Epilepsy Literary Heritage Foundation.  Chrissie has also written a book of short stories and poems, one of which was performed at the 100 poems by 100 women event at the Bath International Literary Festival in 2013.




Chrissie is passionate about Ancient History, Archaeology and Travel, and has completed two six-month Archaeology and Egyptology courses with Exeter University.   She is learning to play the Ukulele and likes to read, collect books, listen to music. To find out more about Chrissie visit her WEBSITE





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Tuesday, 10 November 2015

When Our Worlds Collide Book Blast

When Our Worlds Collide Book Blast

About the book:

Akriti has led a pretty much sheltered life. 

Zayn has been shuttled from city to city when he was growing up. 

She is comfortable watching her life from the sidelines. 

He wants to feel rooted to a place he can call ‘home’. 

They meet each other quite by chance. 

And both seize the chance to be someone they both need in their lives: 

For Zayn, it’s a 'Partner-In-Crime'. 

For Akriti, someone who just knows how to be there for her… 

When their worlds collide, 

It is not what either of them expected it to be. 

Zayn has a steady girlfriend. And Akriti has a crush on him. 

What happens when these two become friends? 

The biggest adventure of their lives? Or the road to heartbreak? 

What happens when two completely different people collide? 

Do they become friends? Or, is their friendship doomed from the start? 

'When Our Worlds Collide' is the story of two twenty-three-year olds, Who are finally growing up and finding their feet in the world. 

A tale of friendship and love, crushes and betrayals, messes and second chances, Marriage and divorce… and the elusive happily ever after! 


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- Akriti – The 23-year-old protagonist who runs her mother’s little café. She lives a lonely existence because she is too afraid of letting people get close to her, for she fears they would leave her and cause unbearable pain.



- Zayn – He is Akriti’s ex-classmate, Nimmi’s boyfriend, who comes into her life pretty much by accident. He forces Akriti to come out of her shell, and is pretty much one of her only friends.



- Ayoub – He is a 21-year-old, who helps Akriti run the café. He likes her but knows that he shouldn’t act on those feelings…yet.



- Akriti’s Mother – In order to save Akriti from a very bitter truth, her mother alienates her from her life.



- Akriti’s Father – He had left his family for another woman when Akriti was 13 years old.



- Gia – Ayoub’s cousin, who happens to come into Akriti’s café a lot.



- Esha – Gia’s best friend. She also harbors a crazy crush on Ayoub.



- Ryan – Gia and Esha’s friend and classmate.



- Nancy – Akriti’s father’s fiancée.


- Riley – Nancy’s son from her previous marriage.




About the Author:

Aniesha Brahma knew she wanted to be a writer since she was six years old. She was schooled in Dolna Day School and went on to pursue B.A., M.A., and M.Phil in Comparative Literature from Jadavpur Univeristy. She currently lives in Kolkata, with her family and five pet cats. The Secret Proposal was her debut novel, followed by The Guitar Girl. She was a contributing author with her story The Difference, in the anthology: Voices, Old & New. When Our Worlds Collide is her third work of fiction, and first novella.




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Friday, 6 November 2015

Book Blast of Faith of the Nine

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 About the book:

The Third Yuga is slowly drawing to a close. Nam – the greatest Empire on Janani – is going to face some fierce winds of change. Seers foresee omens of death and destruction in the return of the Banished One – A God who will claim the ashes of this world as revenge. While out in the streets, rumours abound - of older forgotten powers stirring.


Caught in this maelstrom of a power struggle between Gods are three ordinary lives: General Fateh, the most celebrated soldier in Nam who starts to question his faith, Ishan – a gifted orphan who struggles to comprehend his destiny and Abhaya – a young monk in search of truths about this world. Their choices and actions will shape the destiny of this scarred world that becomes the playground for vindictive Gods.


In a world where Rakshasas arise out of left-over traces of Maaya and twilight forms the portal to countless worlds around us for Daityas and Yakshis to dance through, a God is only as powerful as those who believe.And when Gods rise, faith of men will be tested…And broken.


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Somewhere deep within the palace, wind chimes were

ringing like crazy, deep and sonorous, like temple bells gone rogue. Bajah

rushed through the dimly lit long corridors of the palace, her heart hammering
inside her. If she didn’t reach her lady in time, she was doomed, and so was
the child.

The child! Was it really going to be as foretold in

the Apocrypha? Then again, the Book of Truths just pointed out the various

branches of the future; the one branch on which they would walk wasn’t
disclosed. Could she choose? Could anyone choose? She was confused and afraid.
All she knew was that she had to get to Lady Anuskaya, and alone and terrified
within the Confinement, she would go crazy and not be able to manage the
childbirth. The thought brought chills to her mind. If the Inner Council were
to know that one of the Blessed acolytes was pregnant, then they would both be
executed; the acolyte and the unborn child. Nobody broke this cardinal rule.
Bajah still didn’t know who the father was, but that was the last thing on her
mind. She had to save her mistress, and
the thought gnawed away at her soul like a flesh-worm. Would she be able to
manage on her own?

The bells tolling in the distance urged her on. Her

light feet pattered soundlessly, flying past the carpeted walkway. Suddenly,

her balance shifted. Something snagged against her cloak, tightening up against
her throat as she slipped forwards. She croaked, her helpless arms flailing and
soundless screams stifled as the cloak tightened. Someone had tripped her and
was trying to strangle her! The pressure suddenly let up and she slipped.

The carpeted floor slammed into the side of her face

and her cloak ripped as she rolled away. A dark figure stepped out of the

crevasse in the wall, the lamp in hand obscuring the face in the gloomy
shadows. A falsetto voice greeted her.

“Little birdie, flitting freely, flying fast, you

won’t last … so sit awhile and rest your pile.”

The lamp swung in her face, as the person squatted

down and peered at her. In the dark, a pair of wolfish white teeth shone

through, leering at her. She knew the

voice. Cheema Okuri—a guard inside the Shikshadhaam, the House of Learning,

where acolytes lived. A kill dog for his masters at the Inner Council.

“Do you like the poem? I made it … as a paean for you.

Maybe I will coach the cook to sing it for your funeral, huh?” He grinned,

swinging the lamp. The shadows played hide and seek on his face. “Pruksa’s
blessings, little birdie, you really oughta slow down. Don’t you know, the
corridors within Shikshadhaam are treacherous places? Nasty places where you
slip and break your neck ... you follow, li’l birdie?”

“What do you want, Cheema?” Bajah sat up, mustering as

much dignity as she could.

“What I want … ah! No time for social chit chats, I

see?” He squatted down, bringing his face closer to her’s. “You seemed to be in

a tearing hurry, and that set my warning bells a-tingling, Bajah Sudhanshu. You
know that feeling, don’t you? When this multi-legged creature walks up and down
your spine, your heart beats faster and you’re left feeling a little dry in the
mouth. It’s called suspicion. And
when I see birdies trying to take flight without letting me know, then somethin’ don’t add up right. Must I remind you that
within the confines of the Dhaam, anything that flies, flies with just one
wing, the other being busy protecting itself, lest it get shot down? Ye with me
so far, li’l birdie?”

Bajah nodded, dull fear thudding through her like

bellows in a forge. Did he know about the

lady? Did the council suspect? Displaying an outwardly calm that she didn’t
feel at all, Bajah stood up, “Cheema, you are not threatening me now, are you?”

Cheema laughed, “I always maintained that birdies

oughta be caged. Nooo, li’l birdie, I am not threatening you. Charged with

keeping the acolytes safe within the Dhaam, this hurried flight of yours
ruffled quite a few feathers on the upper levels. I’m just a messenger, birdie.
Just like you. So, now … d’ye want to tell me where ye’re flying with such
haste?”

Bajah turned her back onto Cheema, making sure he

didn’t see the flint of fear that sparked in her eyes. “Lady Anuskaya’s been

taken sick. She wanted me to bring her the Book of Solace and fetch the Castle Vaidyas to care for her.”

“The Book? An acolyte demanded for the Book?” Cheema’s

tone had an edge to it that Bajah hated, the tone twisting in her gut like a

stuck knife. ‘Does this lowly guard know that the acolytes aren’t allowed to
read the Book, not without one of the priests around?’ Cheema’s sharp question
brought her back to the rain-lashed parapet of the castle.

“So what are you doing here? The Haveli is to the North. The gardens ought to be the

easiest route to the Haveli to get the Book?”

“I have to collect the Lady’s medicines,” Bajah lied,

her face taut. Cheema nodded, holding the lights over the handrails, peering

out into the cold night, “Some kind of a freak windstorm whipping in from the
Odhaan. You ought to keep indoors and not take this route. I will accompany you
to the living quarters. Oh wait, where’s the Book?”

Bajah bit her lips, blanched white with fear. This

wasn’t going good. As with the windstorm and the rain Gods, this was fast going

downhill. Mists of raindrops sprayed onto her face as the winds shifted. The
sky cleaved, as purplish lightning crashed and rolled across the clouds. The
smell of acrid burnt ozone hung heavy on the parapet as Bajah’s heart raced. A
sudden gust of wind swept across and doused the lantern lights, blanketing the
corridor in complete darkness. Cheema cursed over the sounds of wind ripping
through the dark hallway, the curtains near the far oaken doors billowing and
flapping hard. He knelt down to light the fuse inside the lantern.

It was now or never.


  
About the Author:

Sachin discovered Tolkien in his teens, alternative rock as a new adult and digital marketing in pretty much his late twenties. These still form a large wedge in his circle of life. Travel, radio and theatre have also figured in that ever-expanding and diminishing circle.


On perhaps a more prosaic note, he is an engineer from BITS Pilani and holds an MBA from Indian School of Business. Attribute the love for numbers and pie-charts to this. He is currently based in Bangalore and happily married to Harini. He spends an inordinately large amount of time chasing after his two dogs (who love the free life a bit too much) when he is not busy dreaming up fantasy worlds full of monsters. And beautiful Yakshis, of course.


He can usually be found ranting on twitter under the handle @xenosach, devouring books and talking about them on his blog. You can always stalk him online at his official website.















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