Title-Days Gone Bad
Series- Vesik # 1
By Eric R. Asher
Genre- Urban Fantasy
Blurb-
My name is Damian Valdis Vesik. I am a necromancer, an ability feared and hated as much as the powers my master and I set ourselves against. We've vanquished many evils, but now something is releasing an old darkness, forcing us to hunt an enemy beyond anything I’ve faced before. I was already busy enough with vampires, fairies, witches, Watchers, weddings, and … damn, I need a vacation.
- Excerpt One -
Foster’s howl shattered the night. It grew into a scream as his body began to glow. Swirls of orange and red flickered into being around him, spinning faster and growing thicker as he called on the wild fae. A swirling sphere of color like the storm clouds of Jupiter swallowed the van and Foster with it. The entire scene burst into a nova of flame and I closed my eyes against the light, the blast of heat hitting me like a desert wind. Foster’s scream fell silent. I heard his sword slide out of its sheath as he stepped from the smoke and flame. His body and wings were covered in soot, but no burns marred his flesh.
The smell hit me as the wards were dissolved by the fae-powered flames. The stench of burning skin and hair was overwhelming. I stepped away from the inferno, blinked a few times, and followed Foster into the garage.
“What will the authorities find?” I said.
“Nothing but a burned out van.” Foster’s voice was dead, his knuckles stark white with the pressure he put on the hilt of his sword.
- Excerpt Two -
I was standing outside the birdcage in the dead of night with a tiny ghost holding my hand and a seven-foot fairy watching our backs. I closed my eyes and focused, gathering up a glowing ball of fae before sending it out in a pulse of power across the park. It wasn’t aimed at just any dead; it was aimed at attracting the attention of one particular ghost. It didn’t take long.
The little girl at my side squealed as Happy came bounding through the bars of the birdcage, much to the chagrin of the scattering birds.
Happy pulled up about six inches in front of us. I held up another ball of energy and the spirit quaffed it down before I started scratching his ears. “Hey buddy, still terrorizing the birds, huh?” He leaned into the ear scratching and grunted.
“That is so wrong,” Foster said.
I turned to the little girl. She clung tightly to the back of my leg. Happy pushed his head between my legs and I heard another squeal. So, there I was, with a fairy laughing at me, a ghost panda between my legs, and a little girl unwilling to relinquish her death grip on me while she tried to get away from Happy.
Can you share the playlist you listened to while writing ‘Days Gone Bad’ with us?
Music played a role in my life long before I realized it. I went through my school career in orchestra, was raised playing the cello. I eventually picked up a guitar, wrote some songs, and joined a band. After that didn’t work out so well, I settled down into writing. These are some of the songs that helped me hammer out the first draft of Days Gone Bad.
Open Hand – Her Song
Open Hand – You and Me
My Chemical Romance – The Ghost of You
My Chemical Romance – Cemetery Drive
Brand New – Luca
Paramore – Misery Business
Evanescence – Tourniquet
Murder By Death – One More Notch
Senses Fail – Rum is for Drinking, Not for Burning
J.S. Bach – The Cello Suites (performed by Yo-Yo Ma)
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Book Info-
Title-Wolves and the River of Stone
Series-Vesik # 2
By- Eric R. Asher
Publication Date- October 22nd, 2013
Genre- Urban Fantasy
Blurb-
Philip, Zola’s boyfriend from one hundred and fifty years ago, is not nearly as dead as we thought. I really wish he was. Not only has he kidnapped Zola, but he’s raising an army to scour humanity from the earth. Hopefully the local werewolf pack will help. What could possibly go wrong?
- Excerpt One -
I eased the bullets into my six-barreled pepperbox one at a time, forgoing the speed loader in the name of intimidation. Lewis’s eyes went wide and locked onto the gun.
“Where is she?” I said. I took a deep breath, the Missouri River beside us masking every other scent aside from the decay of the blasted zombies. The shadowed tree lines hid us from the nearby population of Saint Charles.
Lewis shook his head.
Two days ago we learned Philip was still alive. Yesterday his servants kidnapped Zola. I didn’t know why they took her, but she didn’t go quietly. The Watchers would be using a spatula to clean out the alley where she was taken.
“You sicced your zombies on us?” I said. “A fairy and a necromancer?” I glared at Lewis. “I find myself ... irritated.”
Lewis held up his hand and started to speak.
I holstered the pepperbox under my arm and wrapped my hand around the shield rune on my staff. A flowing glass surface sprang to life as a thread of power wound into the wood and metal.
“Don’t even think about it,” I said.
Despair washed over Lewis’s face. He was breaking, and I could see it.
- Excerpt Two -
Edgar’s face soured and he turned away from Zola. He looked nauseous. “Someone has to be held responsible for this mess. I’d rather prefer it be Vesik.”
“What?” I said. “What’d I ever do to you?”
Edgar leveled a glare at me.
“Ah, fair enough,” I said.
“Edgar, Ah don’t have time for this right now.” Zola gently pushed him aside with her scorched cane. Zola bent down and started digging beside the vampires and Hugh. Vik handed her a spade and she nodded her thanks.
“You may cite me if you wish,” Hugh said. He didn’t look up from the furrow he was digging in the dirt. “I have no issues with the Watchers’ duty.”
“That is kind, wolf,” Zola said. She glanced at Edgar. “Ah think we should play a game, Edgar. If you can spell this wolf’s name, you can issue him a citation.
Edgar blew out a breath. “You haven’t changed a bit, Adannaya.” He actually cracked a tiny smile and I thought my world was ending. “What is your name, wolf?”
“Hohnihohkaiyohos,” Hugh said.
Edgar glared at Zola for almost a minute. His mouth was open and his eyebrows were raised. I was waiting for him to break down crying or laughing. Instead he just shook his head.
“You get used to it Eddie,” I said as Foster snickered.
Can you share the playlist you listened to while writing ‘Wolves and the River of Stone’ with us?
Absolutely! Music has always been a large part of my life. I grew up in orchestra, playing the cello. I’ll list out some of the band and album names, and then the tracks I particularly listened to while writing. There were several more, but I’ll keep the list at a reasonable length. :)
My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade
-The Sharpest Lives
-Famous Last Words
Matt & Kim - Grand
-Good Ol’ Fashion Nightmare
-I’ll Take Us Home
-Daylight
Senses Fail - Still Searching
-The Rapture
-Negative Space
-The Priest and the Matador
AFI - Decemberunderground
-Miss Murder
-Kiss and Control
-The Killing Lights
Mazzy Star - So Tonight That I Might See
-Fade Into You
-Into Dust
J.S. Bach – The Cello Suites (performed by Yo-Yo Ma)
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Top Ten Urban Fantasy novels
I could probably fill this list with Patricia Briggs books, but I will restrain myself. :)
Iron Kissed - Patricia Briggs
Frost Burned - Patricia Briggs - It’s a Mercy book, therefore I adored it.
American Gods - Neil Gaiman
The Ocean at the End of the Lane - Neil Gaiman - I’ve loved Neil’s work since The Sandman, and this book was no different.
Child of Fire - Harry Connolly - One of the darker UF novels I’ve read. The entire series is fantastic.
Greywalker - Kat Richardson - Kat is one of the nicest authors I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. Did I mention you should read these books?
Proven Guilty - Jim Butcher
Changes - Jim Butcher - A book that certainly lived up to its name.
Obsidian Butterfly - Laurell K. Hamilton
Lonely Werewolf Girl - Martin Millar - There was something raw and powerful about this book. I loved it.
What are your Top Ten Go-to books?
I’m going to cheat here, and include some entire series of books. :)
The Coldfire Trilogy by C.S. Friedman
Mercy Thompson by Patricia Briggs
Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling
Northworld by David Drake
The Sandman by Neil Gaiman
The Codex Alera by Jim Butcher
The Madness Season by C.S. Friedman
Otherland by Tad Williams
The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
The Hurog Duology by Patricia Briggs
Top Ten influences in your writing
There are many authors that have inspired me with their incredible creativity and prose:
David Drake
C.S. Friedman
Neil Gaiman
Melanie Rawn
Patricia Briggs
Tad Williams
Robert Asprin - Myth Adventures was one of the earliest series I loved growing up.
Holly Lisle - Her blogs and guides on writing taught me a great deal about the craft.
The libraries in Saint Louis that enabled me to take so many wonderful adventures as a child.
The passionate teachers I had who helped instill a love for literature.
About the Author-
Eric is a former bookseller, guitarist, and comic seller currently living in Saint Louis, Missouri. A lifelong enthusiast of books, music, toys, and games, he discovered a love for the written word after being dragged to the library by his parents at a young age. When he is not writing, you can usually find him reading, gaming, or buried beneath a small avalanche of Transformers.
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