Nexus Gate 4037 Paperback News & Other Musings…& it’s About TIME!

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Hello, Genre Jumpers! Candice here, and let me tell you all that I am BEYOND excited to be connecting with you once again.

It has been a long season away, but it was filled with learning, growing, and planning for things that are right on the horizon, things that I am super excited to be sharing with you today.

First, I want to thank everyone who showed their support and purchased an eBook copy of NEXUS GATE 4037: THE ANIMAL. It is such an honor and privilege to share the imagined worlds that live in my head and heart with others.

For those who have YET to purchase, there is still time and not only time but an additional format option to choose from coming in October.

NEXUS GATE 4037: THE ANIMAL PAPERBACK COMING FRIDAY OCTOBER 4th 2019

NG 3D JPEGIt has been a long time coming, but each step and each moment has been worth the wait! NEXUS GATE 4037: THE ANIMAL will be in PAPERBACK!

WHEN: FRIDAY, OCTOBER 4th, 2019

PRICE: $16.99

PREORDER: TBA

WHERE: AMAZON and BARNES & NOBLE

 

I have worked really hard, and with the love, support, and guidance of other indie authors, especially Rachael Ritchey ( go and check out her site AND her books! ) I have been blessed to get where I am with my indie-publication journey.

Learning about formatting, not only for eBooks but paperback, has taught me a few things. One, patience is indeed a virtue and two, you really don’t have a clue how to use Microsoft Word until you have gone through the fire of formatting a document for publication!

I laugh about it now, but I tell you, I broke sweats in the cold with my attempts of making my manuscript publishable in both the eBook and paperback.

WHERE YOU CAN PURCHASE NEXUS GATE 4037?

While PAPERBACKS will be available on both AMAZON and BARNES & NOBLE, the EBOOK will only BE AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.

Starting sometime in September, NEXUS GATE will be joining KINDLE UNLIMITED! For those who are already subscribers to KU you will get to read NEXUS GATE for FREE for a season.

FOR THOSE WHO DON’T OWN A KINDLE BUT WANT TO READ THE EBOOK, no worries!

As you may already know, both Android and Apple, have Kindle Apps that enable you to download Kindle Books you’ve already purchased from Amazon and onto whatever device you have the App running on.

Here is a HOW TO video for those of you who have struggled with the logistics of the Kindle App. CLICK HERE! The video is less than 3 minutes long and is short and sweet and straight to the point.

That’s our news in a nutshell! More goodies are coming this FALL so be sure to FOLLOW me here, as well as on INSTAGRAM and FACEBOOK!

In the meantime, here is a quote from the Animal himself, Tucker John, Nexus Gate 4037: The Animal,

“I swear fo’god before all this is said and done, you gon’ find out why they give me the name Tucka’!” ~TUCKER JOHN

 

 

 

Lucinda’s Candle by Candice Coates

What was she thinking? She felt the fool, standing outside in the rain, her legs tethered to the ground by the invisible rope called ‘indecision.’ She had heard about others coming here, she fancied it foolishness, hence why she was beginning to believe herself the fool.

The garishly loud jingle of the brass bells hanging from the storefront door clanged, pulling her out of her thoughts. A middle-aged woman, 1396113137qumq6clutching her purchase to her chest with greedy hands, locked eyes with her before shame snatched them away and she scurried off into the shadows of the night, the heady fragrance of candle wax dragging in her wake.

Lucinda shook her head. Her kind was so odd when it came to these kinds of things, these kinds of purchases. It was mostly because of their own mental assimilation to being on Earth, passing for native Earthlings.

Lucinda’s kind looked no different than the true Earthlings, though they were decedents, they were different. Who else would open a store with a glaring sign saying “Free Smells?”

The message was misleading in its nature. The scents weren’t free of cost, not by a long shot, and once those “scents” were set free, there was a lot of responsibility to be managed.

Again Lucinda hesitated, her fingers drawing away from the door handle as if it had burned her. She forced herself to take hold of it and step in. She needed help and fast. She needed to free a scent, a particular scent at that.

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If it were at all possible, Lucinda felt even more stupid after explaining her need to the Nose. He stared at her curiously, stroking his naked chin as if it were heavily bearded.

Leaning forward, one of his eyes narrowing, he said, “You are not the usual customer. I mean, if we were home your request would not be so unusual.”

The tension in Lucinda’s shoulders fled. The Nose clucked his tongue. “Alas, we are not home and so this is unusual.”

“Does that mean you don’t have such a candle?” Defeat was scrapping its claws down her belly with the worst of cramping.

The Nose held her gaze. “My dear, we are on Earth now, have been for centuries,”

“I understand that,” She pressed her eyes closed as not to lose her patience.

“Then you know the saying, “When in Rome, do like the Romans.” Forget about…that.” He wagged his finger at her with disgust as if the “that” she had confessed to him was the vilest thing he had heard of. Such sad assimilation.

Lucinda wished she had it that easy. But wishing was as useless as believing that some magic could solve her problem. An Earthling might have believed the candles were the works of magic. This, the store, in Lucinda’s mind, was far more reproachable, but she was desperate.

The Senthians had lost, this, the candles was their end. Claiming one was Lucinda’s right, or more so her rebellion. The Senthians weren’t meant to be freed…but then they were no longer home. The rules did not apply. She chewed her lip, more indecision.

“Maybe I should forget about this,” she said.

“Exactly! None of us can go backward. But the smells are still available. I have some very nice woodsy tones, nodes of pine with touches of sweetness. What woman doesn’t enjoy a sweet scent.”

He winked. “I could even mix you the perfect blend if you’d like. You tell me what you want down to the smallest detail and it’s done. I can whip you up the perfect companion, tall, handsome, sensitive, dotting, boyfriend or husband. A master in the kitchen!”

Lucinda was feeling sick. She shook her head and made to rise.

He smacked the table top. “Just can’t get that issue off your brain, can you?! What you want is a Prophet! No one asks for those!”

“So you don’t have one, or can’t mix one, because clearly, that is what I am looking for. I don’t need,” She swallowed her words rather than lie. She would love a nice male companion mixed up just the way she liked, but the thought didn’t sit well with her, playing God that way.

Senthians were once an elegant race. Now they were nothing but candles whipped up at the whims of lonely women and men.

The Nose finally heeled and stood. “I don’t need to mix one. They couldn’t be rendered. Prophets are very specific in their structure.” He disappeared into the back of his shop and returned with a round jar, cocooned in a centuries-old skin of dust.

He dropped the jarred Prophet on the table and spit out a hefty price, one that made Lucinda wish to faint. She paid it anyhow and with hands just as greedy as the woman she had met outside the store, she clutched the candle to her chest.

“I hope you like forevers, because that’s what  he will be once you release his scent; a forever responsibility for you and you alone.” The Nose warned. “Prophets are not like their Senthian brothers. They can’t be re-rendered.  There are no returns for obvious reasons.”

Lucinda swallowed down the knot in her throat, the jarred Prophet suddenly feeling warm and heavy in her hands. “I-I understand.” She said, and with haste ran from the store.

THE END FOR NOW.

A NOTE TO READERS: A few years ago, a friend and I were window shopping. We stopped at a store that had some of the most lovely, heady, masculine scented candles I had ever smelled. They weren’t overpowering at all, as some of the candles can be. My friend and I laughed and said, “Wouldn’t that be something if you could just buy a candle that was made of the perfect man, burn it and there he was? Could you imagine women shopping for men like they did candles?” We laughed then and I am laughing now, but that is not Lucinda’s reason for a candle…obviously. I hope you enjoyed the start of her tale.

Cheers!

*This story was originally written and published on my sister site, http://www.icameforthesoup.com on July 28th, 2015.

Weaver’s Threads by Candice Coates

“Don’t press too hard or you’ll break them.  Remember, Illa, the threads are fragile. You must,”

“Handle them with care.” Illa finished the rebuke as it slid like honey from her mentor’s lips.

Vero gently pinched the young girl’s cheeks and winked at her. “If you know this, Illa than why must I always remind you?” She sighed, her query more rhetorical than anything. She sighed because she knew Illa would answer her anyway.

Illa’s head rolled on her shoulder’s. Her expression laden with exaggerated dissatisfaction. “I don’t want to do this,” she said. “I am not meant to be a weaver.”

Vero did not respond. Instead, she kept her back to Illa and continued pulling the threads of her own work. Illa spoke on. “I should be out there, doing something else, something more meaningful. This is useless.” She plucked one of the threads with her finger. The taught line made a twanging sound that caused Vero’s shoulders to kiss her ears.

As if gliding on air, Vero was back at Illa’s side, her hands spread as if trying to calm the workings of Illa’s weaving. When the resonating finally died down completely, she took Illa’s hands in hers and squeezed with a terrible force. Her obsidian eyes suddenly seemed darker than usual.

“Never do that again! Am I understood?”  Illa nodded, her mouth agape. She had never seen Vero so wroth.

Vero turned her loose and sighed again, this time from absolute exhaustion.  Illa had been her apprentice for months now and still, she failed to understand.  Fate was not a web easily woven. Paths of life were dictated long before birth, and Illa toyed with them as if they were nothing more than threads from a seamstress’ spool.

No, what they were weaving was far more important than perishable silks. Illa was called to weave threads of life, she was the only one chosen in her generation. Why didn’t she understand how important it was, how important she was. If she got one thread wrong if she muddled the pattern even a little…

Vero’s head began to pound. Her eyes danced around her weaver’s room, gently skirting around the crystalline threads of lives she had woven. She had taken such great care with each and when she was finished the breath and essence of each web was blown upon the child who would live out that path with words of blessing and purpose. The sureness of her fingers meant fortune or misfortune for each person who received from her calling.

Illa was to take her place but Illa did not understand.

“I am sorry,” Illa’s voice, shaken and low, pulled Vero from the depths of her thoughts.

Vero made herself to look upon the young girl with tenderness in her eyes. She couldn’t allow her to see neither anger or fear. Both would derail what little balance for the task that Illa possessed. She said, “Be sorry not for me. My fate has already been blessed upon me and here I stand. But you,  be sorry for those whose fates rest in your hands if you dare to toy with them as if they are guitar strings and not matters of life and death.” Vero turned away from her and sat down at her loom again.

Illa turned back toward the web. Her brow had drawn together and it was as if Vero could sense it for when Illa went to strum the threads again as if they were chords, Vero’s voice rang about her once more. “And lest I forget to tell you, the very web you toy with today is your very own. It is with that that you shall be blessed.”

Illa stayed back her hand for only a moment before responding. “You have said this before as well, Vero, and none of the webs have been mine before. They have all gone to chattel, dogs and the like.” Her tone was almost petulant.

Vero continued to weave. “We never know which web is actually ours, Illa, until the time for blessing comes. For that reason, you must respect each web and treat it as if it were your very own, for the tangles you weave today may very well be the snares that catch you tomorrow.”

She said nothing more. Illa stared at her once again before turning around and this time touching the threads with the care she needed to.

She finally understood.

THE END

This was originally written and published March 12th, 2014 on my  other platform, www.icameforthesoup.com

And the Winner Is: Nexus Gate 4037 Wins the Battle of the Books #amwriting #indiepublishing #sciencefiction

It brings me great pleasure to announce to you all that NEXUS GATE 4037: THE ANIMAL is the winner of the Battle of the Books!

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I’d like to take this moment to thank each and every person who took the time to read and vote. I’d also like to give special thanks to my blogging and writing community, those who hosted The Battle of the Books Blogging tour and those who cheered me on.

This was an amazing experience.

Now that the winner has been announced, the journey toward publication begins with a greater zeal.

Although this story, as well as its competitor, have been revised several times, there is still quite a bit of work left to do before this story hits the shelves.

WHAT LIES AHEAD:

  • A final draft
  • A final round of editing
  • Cover art consideration
  • Publication!!!

My goal is to have the finished copy on the eBook shelves by Fall 2017!

For those of you who were rooting for Warden, no worries. Warden will see its publication day. I will keep you posted on that.

If you didn’t get the chance to read the teaser chapters you can do so by following THIS LINK!

Again, thank you all for being part of this indie author journey!

Sincerely,

Candice Coates