Man, I love putting together the anthologies. I love the challenge of writing to a specific prompt, and coming up with a story that not only works for the theme, but also (hopefully) that I like as well.
For our latest, Under Her Protection, we were tasked with writing a fantasy story in which the hero was a woman tied in with a bit of romance.
Sky's the limit, right?
Erin here. We'd like to introduce our new anthology, "Under Her Protection: Stories of Women to the Rescue," which is now available. It's filled with stories about...women to the rescue!
At Turtleduck Press, we strive to twist things around and change stuff up. So, when we were planning this anthology, we thought about the traditional "damsel in distress" stories and thought, "what if the guy needed saving? And what kind of woman would be the one to save him?" And, naturally, sometimes saving someone comes with a bit of romance.
And this anthology was born.
Here's what we have in store for you:
KD Sarge's "Guardian" tells the story of a scholar and a warrior who isn't what she seems.
My story, "Reaper Girl," is about a grim reaper who accidentally reaps the soul from a man very much alive – and must fight the Underworld to get it back.
Siri Paulson's "The Raja and the Madman" tells the story of an inventor in a tower and the maidservant who befriends him.
Kit Campbell's "Drifting" is about a girl, unsatisfied with her life, who receives an odd letter about a Prince who has been cursed in a Faerie world – and an old family legend come to life.
We feel these stories will stir your soul and touch your heart.
As always, all proceeds will go to UNICEF.
Where you can purchase our anthology:
I'm told the saying originated in India--only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun. I love it because I'm always wondering at the people who just go about their business despite the heat. How?
On Sunday it was a little cooler than it has been around here—the temperature only got up to 100°. It's the monsoon, though, which means higher-than-usual humidity. That means my swamp cooler, which does a fine job in dryer times, struggled to keep the temp in the house below 90°.
When it's 90° in the house, there's an awful lot of lying around being lazy going on. Sometimes I poke the cats, just to be sure they're still with me. We utilize the usual coping strategies—watching movies with lots of snow, sitting on icepacks, keep the fans on high and all papers nailed down. Sometimes I browse realty listings in Alaska.