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WELCOME TO AXL WOLFDORN'S WORLD WHERE THE WOLFEN HAVE LIVED AND THRIVED IN UNDERGROUND CAVERNS FOR 1500 YEARS...

On the edge of civilization, there is a place called Circle City, Alaska. The last town before the Yukon Flats gives way to frigid desolation.

DON'T TAKE IN STRAYS IN CIRCLE CITY...
When Zoe O'Brien, a secluded widow, kills a crazed mother wolf and saves the only cub from sure death, she ignites a war between the Wolfen Clan and the Kontar Clan. The wolf people have been enemies of the dog people for centuries and the cub she takes in is heir to the Wolfen throne.

CAUGHT AND IMPRISONED BY WILD CREATURES WHO CARE NOTHING FOR HUMAN LAW...
Taken prisoner by the Wolfen for murder and kidnapping, Zoe is forced to see and do things with creatures she never knew existed, held against her will in a world she both desires and fears

A MAN ON THE EDGE OF TURNING INTO A BEAST...
Axl Wolfdorn is coming of age, ready for his Unleashing and on the hunt for his Moonswan, the female he will choose for the Chase and the royal Feral Consummation.

A WOMAN WHO SHOWED COMPASSION....
But how can he consider bonding with a mate when the only scent deep within his nose is the tangy scent of the woman who saved his life, the very woman who forced his clan into war, the woman he must now kill to avenge his mother's death?

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Excerpt

Circle City: Lord of the Wolfen - Book I by Alisha Paige




A lone dog walked the streets of Circle City. He had no fear of being captured or seen by the Wolfen. Tonight was the night of the first full moon after the historical Feral Consummation, a time of great celebration. All of Circle City was invited to the “human” wedding of Axl and Zoe. Though it was all for show, the traditional fanfare usually followed the real deal. Since the ancient ceremony was attended by only males, this wedding had been planned by Sakti and would be attended by all Wolfen and Circle City humans. Rumors were swirling, even as far away as Anchorage where the Kontar lived among the humans. The dog had caught wind of the party weeks ago even though he lived in hiding from his own kind. He had to see if it was true but first, he had to find something else.

The gangly, tortoise shell colored canine snorted, his hot breath forming puffs of smoke above his head as he walked through the gates of the Circle City Cemetery, passing ancient headstones, some now broken from ages of snow and ice. He made his way to the center of the graveyard, leaping over broken stones and fallen frozen branches. His gait slowed as he neared the Wolfen tomb, keeping his head low, ever watching, glancing behind him and moving onward, his belly grazing the ground as he slid beneath the fence and scampered up the stone steps. He lifted his thin muzzle in the moonlight and took a deep breath. The word Wolfdorn, the human surname for the Wolfen clan was etched in giant block letters. He cocked his ears, listening for noise. Organ music drifted from the church. Soon the ceremony would be over. He’d conceal himself here until the people had moved on to the reception.

He sniffed. Nothing.

It was safe to enter. He walked inside the giant tomb, impressed at its enormity. The Kontar tomb was only a fourth the size of this monstrosity. Shadows now concealed him but his night vision could see everything in perfect detail. There were dozens and dozens of slender glass coffins lined in rows. Fresh flowers decorated every single casket. The stench of formaldehyde and stale death clogged his nostrils and he grunted, pointing his nose to the ground, keeping his eyes focused on the wall, reading the etched names as he strode past ancient ancestors of the Wolfen. When he came to the last aisle, he stopped, closed his tired eyes and sniffed. A yelp escaped as he collapsed onto his haunches, then laid flat on his belly.

He could smell her.

Tisa.

He lay there for several minutes before rising. With shaking legs, he stood and walked forward. Lifting with his hind legs, he rested his front paws on the edge of the glass casket, peering inside. A great, mournful whine escaped as he gazed down at her; his wife, his love. His tail shook at a flurry of violent sparkles. Feet flew beneath his hind legs and he grew taller, unable to keep from shifting to a human in all his grief. Now leaning over his dead wife was a gaunt man with short, brown hair and wide brown eyes, conveying all the sadness in the world as tears dripped onto glass as cold as ice. His breath fogged up the coffin and her face disappeared beneath, only the color of her shining ruby red hair shown through. He rubbed it away with a shaking palm and sobbed out loud.

“Tisa, my love! I never abandoned you! I was banished for marrying you. The king wanted you for himself. They took me away and told you lies.”

He collapsed on top of the glass and screamed her name again and again, hoping and praying the Wolfen would hear and end his misery. No one heard his cries. The only sound was the echo of his sobs on the cold, stone walls. He raised his eyes to her name etched on the wall and whispered it again.

“Tisa.”

It had been so long since he’d said it out loud. He kissed his wedding ring and plucked a dead white rose from her funerary flowers. The dog man sat beside her in silence, sniffing, thinking of her and the love they once shared. And suddenly the reality of his nightmare slammed into full focus. Surrounding her were seven miniscule coffins. He gasped, ran a rugged hand through his hair and stood again, rushing forward. Within each coffin lay a body wrapped entirely in white, the customary burial garb for children of the Wolfen. The souls of the innocent were considered so pure their bodies were not allowed to be viewed in death. He walked from casket to casket, touching every one, praying in Kontar tongue between the soft sobs of a broken man. And then he returned to Tisa ’s coffin, opened the latch and raised the lid. He touched her face and smiled through his tears. Blackest grief gripped his heart, squeezing it so that he could scarcely breathe. A tear dropped onto her lips and he kissed it away ever so softly.

“We will meet in the next life, my love.”

With shaking hands, he closed the casket and fastened the latch before shifting back into a dog and darting back into the night, bounding down the tomb steps, running straight down the center of the cemetery, leaping over a giant angel with icicles hanging from her wings and past the gates. He ran down the middle of the road, harboring no fear as he sprinted to the church and walked around to the side stained glass windows. He pressed his nose against the glass and sniffed. It wasn’t his imagination. He thought he had caught the scent when he’d walked into town.

His eyes flashed open, changing from brown to burning red. He sniffed again, whining softly.

He was sure of it. He sniffed and closed his eyes. Now he wondered why his sister, Magna had never told him. He knew she was working for the Wolfen and had cut ties with the Kontar though he knew how to get in touch with her if he needed to.

The scent flooded his nostrils.

The Scraffen. He was sure of it.

It was all he could do to restrain a growl. Inside was one of his own. Ivan panted, pacing back and forth, his mind reeling. One pup had survived.


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Welcome, Anna of Alaska!

Alisha: Sit back and relax! Are these sled dogs cute or what?


I'm thrilled to have Anna L. Walls, aka Anna of Alaska on my blog today! I stumbled upon this fascinating lady on Facebook while researching Alaska for my newest book, Circle City, which is set in Circle City, Alaska.

Do yourself a favor and pay her website and blog a visit. (Links at the end of this blog.) You won't be sorry.

Anna has one book out now, King by Right of Blood and Might, available at Amazon.

She just signed a three book deal for The Making of A Mage-King. She mostly writes about societies where swords and horses are common with a little magic in the mix.

Welcome, Anna! Thank you for being here today!


Anna:

Hello Alisha;
Hello everyone;


My name is Anna and I am an author who lives in the wilderness of Alaska. You might think living in the wilderness is the ultimate writing retreat, and in my opinion, it sure is, but living in the wilderness has its own set of problems. Just like you all need to get up and go to work everyday, and even if you don’t, life gets in the way of writing all too often. Mine does too. There are dishes to wash, and wood to split, especially in the winter. Periodically there are supply planes or fuel planes to meet, and that’s only a sample of the things that get in the way of my writing.



When I first started writing, the concept of Internet was a far-away dream, as far away as publishing, so I was free to just write. During that time I generated over twenty stories of all lengths. It seemed as though they just poured out of me.
One day I got the worst news one can get, my mother had died. I was devastated, and also helpless to attend her funeral. My mother had always been my rock, the solid center of our family, but there was one good thing that came from her passing. Thanks to my inheritance, publishing was suddenly a very real possibility. And also a few years later Internet was also within our grasp.

Publishing was a unique journey and I learned a lot. To expedite the process, my husband and I spent the winter in Fairbanks with my son and his family. My first forays into the World Wide Web showed me what I later learned would be what my life would be like. Though it vastly sped up the publishing process, writing was nearly impossible, and finishing the book I had in progress at the time was really rather hard. Not all of that distraction was Internet - a four-year-old and a bookstore within easy reach as well as the Christmas holidays compounded the distractions.
Now I have other distractions. Taking the advice of various agents and writers whose blogs I follow, I made a Facebook page and a Twitter profile. I’ve also found several writing groups to join and have subscribed to their updates - my distractions have grown. I sort of fell into blogging when I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t comment on some blogs. In an effort to fix that, I thought maybe if I had one too, that might work. Having a blog was another one of those pieces of advice I’d been stewing on, and now that I had one, I still didn’t know what to do with it. I’d read so many great blogs. They were so full of helpful information or just delightful posts about whatever. But what was I going to write about? I was at a total loss, but it was there and I wasn’t about to ignore it. At first I posted various scenes from my many different stories - after all, I like my stories and I think I did a pretty good job with them, plus it’s really a thrill to me when someone reads something of mine and leaves some kind of comment.

Well, with one brave step must come another. I discovered a great place for a website. Weebly.com is easy and it’s free. Maybe it’s not as fancy as some I’ve seen, but fancy always clogs up my browser and takes forever to load. I’ve included synopses on about a third of my books and have recently added a ‘Writer’ tab where I can share some of the more helpful writing tips I’ve gleaned from around the web.
And then came my third brave step. On advice that it’s always good to give something away for free in an effort to become better known, I decided I’d share one of my books - enter blog number two. And then last fall I started yet another blog by popular demand - this one contains stories about my life out here in the middle of no-man’s-land. With that blog came a type of comfort in writing some sort of ‘article’, and that greatly influenced my first blog. Now my posts have evolved into something much more writerly - what I learned somewhere or what I think about some aspect of writing.

Now that I have the internet, I’ve learned that I have quite a few weaknesses in my writing - something I wish my editor had clued me in on, but that’s a whole different rant. At any rate, now that I have learned so much, it’s time to go back through all those stories and fix them. So, editing is the new writing for me for a while anyway. Don’t despair, I’m still writing new stuff, just not as much or as often. One of these days, I’ll catch up.

There is some priority to all this editing. Thanks to the Internet and my constant searching, I have found a publisher who wants to publish one of my books. By coincidence it is the same story I struggled to finish when I was up in Fairbanks. It is my latest and biggest finished story, and will come out in a trilogy. At the moment, I’m waiting for a supply plane. When it comes, I’ll be sending a check to an editor, and as soon as it’s on its way, I’ll be sending her my manuscript in an email. I’m so excited to be publishing again. Living out here in the wilderness has its drawbacks, but in reality, if I lived anywhere else, I wouldn’t be an author today. I love my life. Every day is an adventure in one way or another.

I invite you to visit my writing blog - http://AnnaLWalls.blogspot.com and by all means leave a comment or ask a question. I love learning new things, and sometimes I need a little pointer to send me off in a new direction.

My blog novel THE FORTUNES OF MAGIC - http://TheFortunesOfMagic.blogspot.com - gets a new chapter each week. Enjoy.

Where I post true stories about my life in the wilderness of Alaska - http://AnnaOfAlaska.blogspot.com - Everyday is an adventure and I love questions.

My website is - http://AnnaLWalls.weebly.com - I’m always open for suggestions, anywhere.

I’d love to see you there.