Happy New Year!

slothAfter several weeks of doing my best sloth-girl impression, I have resumed working. Well, I’m pretty much always writing, so that much was going on, at least. I hope everyone had a safe and wonderful New Year’s Eve and a good start to this next trip around the sun.

Do you want to know what is not a fun activity? Moving a podcast with 27 episodes.

My account renewal at Podbean for The Authors Read Podcast was due in December. I knew it was coming up, so I needed to decide whether I wanted to keep the party going for another year. I asked myself what I didn’t like about it.

I like helping my fellow authors. Getting book publicity is a rough game sometimes. One of the reasons I started the podcast was because I wanted to be one of the people who could open a door instead one of the legions who prefer to slam it or, you know, just ignore the knock.

My only real issue with it was the expense. My account at Podbean was $100 for the year. For something that doesn’t make any money, it wasn’t an expense that I could really justify to myself. Luckily, I found a place to host it for free! The website doesn’t have as many features, but if it keeps me in the game, I’m good.

I had another issue. I thought I had saved all my complete episode mp3 files. HAHA no. Alas, I did not. I have no idea where they went or how they got there, but I was missing episodes 16-19 and 21-26. I did have most of the pieces: the readings, the intros, the outros. All in all, between piecing the episodes back together, uploading them to Castbox.FM and updating all the links on the wordpress site, etc, it was about 10 hours of work.

I do really like podcasting, though, so it’s worth the effort to me.

I did get to see how much my voicework improved over the course of last year. Around episode 19 or 20, it really started to sound better.

If you’d like to follow Authors Read on Castbox, here is a link for you.  It has zero followers on Castbox so far because it’s been on there for all of five seconds, so any follows would be much appreciated!

I have a lot of exciting stuff planned for this year, including finishing one or more audiobooks. I know, I know, I said I wanted one out last year. I didn’t make it, okay? I was tired and lazy. I’m better now. I promise.


Cover Art Behind the Scenes

Greetings, cats and kittens! I am pleased to say that I have returned to my writing duties. It has been a bit of a slow-go so far, but I’m getting there. I am still spending far too much time on the Playstation, which I think might be linked to my energy level. Basically, the less energy I have, the more hours I log on the Playstation instead of working or recording or whatever it is that I should be doing.

But today, we have cover art.


This was an interesting cover to work on. The forest background was a creative commons image I grabbed from one site or another. I took the photo of the ax and the flowers by my little, old self.

The ax is the one from my garage. In the book, the main character actually uses a hatchet, which has a different shape, a shorter handle and such, but I didn’t think anyone would really notice or care. Plus, I cut the handle off at the top, which makes it less obvious.

Some of the flowers were from Hobby Lobby and the leafy bits might’ve been from Michaels. Here’s what they looked like before I taped them to the ax handle. The berries were actually white before I painted over them in photoshop.


Here’s the before shot of the ax. The blood is also photoshop…probably.


And of course, the brat was there to “help”.


The rest was photoshop history. A little digital paint, a little text gradient and the thing was done-zo!

If you’d like to see the cover and the snazzy antler graphic on the title page, the paperback version of Wild Spirits of the Hollow is now available on Amazon at this link.

Catch y’all later!

Yes, Another New Cover

Greetings! Okay, last cover redesign for a while, I promise.

I failed with this book. When Pestilence Rising first came out back in 2014 (wow, has it been that long?), I concentrated most of my promotional efforts on getting reviews. I got a few, nothing crazy. I sold like no copies. Even to this day, it isn’t selling squat. I have literally sold 2 digital copies of this book. 2.

The new cover is an attempt to fix that. I’m also revamping the description, recategorizing it, and implementing advertising.

The first cover was…not that great. This is it.

Pestilence Rising jpg cover

I guess it could’ve been worse. It could’ve been one of those horrible covers I sometimes see that look like someone took a bunch of tiny, random pictures and made a half-ass collage with them. Oh, if you’re wondering why my name is “L. Ryan” on this one, it’s because at the time, I was reading about how people would rather read books by men, so some ladies use initials instead of their first names like JK Rowling.


Anyway, so the second cover was a little better.

new PR cover

Still not fantastic or great for the genre, but at least it looks more…artsy?

With the new push comes the new cover. This is the one I’m going to use from here on out.

new pestilence rising cover

I still might monkey around with the font a bit, but I am pleased with it overall.

Hopefully, this new push will help. I dropped the ball with this book, which is dumb because I really did like it. I still do.

I was also thinking about doing an audiobook version after I finish Beneath Oceans of Sky and Love and the Dark. That might be weird, because the main character is male. My voice isn’t overly girly, though, so I might be able to pull it off.

Tune in tomorrow for a super creepy fish post. The fish is creepy, not the post.










Everything Updates

Hi! I know I haven’t been around much. I thought I’d pop on and offer some updates.

I should have at least 1 book out in the next couple of months and then another one a month or 2 after that. I promise I don’t write that quickly; I just have things that seem to be wrapping up somewhat close together.

One is the 2nd Desmond book. There is no cover art yet. There is a sketch for the cover art, but no actual, real life cover at this time.

The other is a novella currently titled Wild Blood of the Hollow. It’s a shortish fantasy thing that still needs some tweaking. I should finish the first read-through tomorrow if nothing gets in the way. I have a nice cover in mind for that one.

The Beneath Oceans of Sky audiobook is coming along, somewhat. I’m up to editing the 4th chapter. I know, I know. I’m slow like molasses in winter. I’ve been kind of lazy/tired lately, which hasn’t affected the pace of my writing too much, but sometimes, I just really don’t want to edit audio. Most of the time, really. It could be worse, but it is not my favorite activity.

I’m finding that working on the audiobook has changed me in a couple of ways. Listening for my recording/editing mistakes has given me a kind of habit of listening for mistakes in other audiobooks and podcasts. I didn’t really want that. Now I hear every sinus click, every turn of the page, etc. It’s like a really annoying superpower.

I also find myself paying attention to how what I’m writing or proofreading would sound if I read it as an audiobook. I make minor changes that I wouldn’t have made previously. That’s okay because it means that I’m paying attention on another level. I don’t want to notice that when someone else is reading. I just want to hear the book.

Current reading material is the magnificent beast below. The gods really liked to turn people into trees, flowers, animals, and various other nature things. Really, really, really. It is pretty cool, though.


That’s all I have at the moment. TTFN.

Rapid-Fire Randomness

Hey, what’s up! I’ve been sick for about the last week because my husband decided to bring home the plague. I haven’t had much energy for blogging, but apparently, that won’t stop me from posting words on the internet.Today, I have some random bits and bobs about what’s been going on.

Current writing project: Desmond Winters and the Ghosts of Arbolettis (middle-grade book), word count – 24231, a little over a third of the way complete if I hit my 60,000-word goal.

Most recent books read:
Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger – meh
The Bell Jar by Syvlia Plath – slightly better
Magruder’s Curiosity Cabinet – pretty good

Currently reading:
Shadows of the Dark Crystal #1 by JM Lee and Brian Froud

Also about to start:
Splintered by AG Howard

Most recent movies watched:
The Magnificent Seven (2016) – very good
Don’t Breathe – not bad
Star Trek Beyond – decent

And here’s a picture of my son’s new snail. Its name is Larry and it is slightly larger than a quarter. Every time someone sees this picture, they ask me how big it is.


The Contestant by CJ Lea

Hey there! One of the very talented people in my writer group recently released her book and you should definitely read it! I had the opportunity to check it out a couple of weeks ago, and I can tell you it’s very good. Lots of action and intrigue and not very nice people doing not very nice things.

the contestant

For Raymond, the online contests were only ever about the money. A brilliant and resourceful serial killer, a hit-and-run accident five years ago left him confined to a wheelchair, and he now makes a humble living pursuing prizes under stolen and fake identities, and selling them online.

But when a $10 million treasure hunt comes up, Raymond begins to realize just how small and insignificant his life has become. This treasure hunt could be his salvation—the perfect opportunity to recoup a standard of living he once enjoyed, to regain the respect he once garnered as a behavioral analyst and profiler.

The moment Raymond registers for the contest, however, the first email arrives. Someone out there knows him, knows his past, knows details he thought were long buried. Now, there’s only one way for Raymond to find his blackmailer and put an end to the threats: Play the game and follow the treasure hunt clues.

And this time, it’s not about the money.

Also available in the Kindle Lending Library for Prime Members.

Link to the book on Amazon

Iyrico, Part Seven

Friday is here! Yes, indeed. Ok, here is the last part of Iyrico. This one is kinda long because there really wasn’t any good spot to split it.

If you’re new to the Iyrico party, links to the previous posts are below.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

If you aren’t the patient sort, you can access the story in its entirety at:


Wattpad website and the app

iyrico cover2

The wind shifted direction, pelting the house with sand, rattling the gutters. It was stronger than usual, Levi thought, angry.

His heart in his throat, he entered the room.

It moaned. She moaned. Whatever lay beneath the bed let a mournful, otherworldly sound he couldn’t definitively identify as male or female. Could Nessa make a sound like that?

“You aren’t scaring me.” He insisted.

He glanced back to see the faithful hound had refused to follow his master. The dog hung his head shamefully, but the fear in his eyes was unmistakeable.

“Don’t tell me she’s got you fooled.” Levi knealt next to the bed to move the bed skirt away.

Too much light. That was his first thought. The room had no windows. No lamps pushed back the shadows. The only illumination came from the hallway behind him. Yet, he could see the patch of floor under the bed as easily as if the daylight had somehow traveled in from the front door, slithered down the hall to coil beneath this piece of furniture, the death bed.

Enveloped in the stark illumination, a long cloud of brown smoke swished back and forth. It swirled to form fleeting shapes, a hollow-eyed face here, a skeletal hand there, and they vanished so quickly Levi could barely make them out before they were gone.

Terror riveted him to the spot. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. It had him, this mass of disease, and it moaned again. The outline of a hand formed once more, the smoke stopping its ebb and flow motion to build solidity, and the color of it darkened. Smokey tendrils became dense tangles of flesh, fingers spreading. Then came a shoulder, neck, and chin. It grabbed Levi’s wrist.

He got hold of himself and kicked away, hitting the closet door behind him. He scrambled for the bedroom door, and he didn’t need to look to know it was following.

Hound dodged his clumsy retreat, and they both made for the front door. It swung open easily to fresh air and sunshine, a world where the Iyrico didn’t exist. He bolted out into the yard, stumbling onto the grass, blind until his eyes adjusted to the day. He landed on his hands and knees.

Between him and the driveway, a line of menacing dogs sat. They growled a chorus of malice, drooled at the prospect of tearing into Levi’s flesh. The largest of them, a black mutt with a white stomach and a war-wounded face readied himself for a pounce.

Here, faced with his own kind, Hound found his courage. He put himself between Levi and the dogs. He crouched and growled louder than the rest. This was him giving his master a chance to escape.

Levi turned and struggled to his feet as he ran, around the side of the house where the shrill cries of dogs in battle collided with the roar of the ocean far below. His shoes slid in the soft mix of dirt and sand. He rounded the corner, and the endlessness of the ocean stole his breath. White-blue sky stretched before him, the void more terrible than ever. Death awaited there on the jagged rocks and the depths beyond.

Levi had nowhere to go. The demon inside. The dogs and the ocean outside. He wheeled in a circle, considering the woods to the side of the house. Maybe he could climb a tree.

A thump, a pulse trembled the ground, shook Levi down to his marrow. He froze, trying to figure out the direction from which it had come. It thumped again, a thing so deep, it moved the soil. Cracks formed from the base of the house, dark lines reaching for Levi’s feet. He backed away, closer to the edge of the cliff.

A larger version of the same swirling cloud he had seen under the bed pushed against the windows. It stretched from one end of the house to the other, forming faces, then letting them go.
Pebbles crumbled from the wall. They tumbled down the stone, around the door straining against its latch. Pressure was building inside.

An explosion of darkness threw Levi to the ground. He landed hard on his back, near the edge of the cliff, in the dirt. Debris rained. He curled into a ball until the shower waned.

Feeling the expanse of ocean, the wide open space about to swallow him, he scooted away, through shards of glass all around, far too much glass to have come from the house. He hastily brushed it from his hair and the folds of his shirt as if it might bite him. He got to his feet.

The dark cloud had escaped the confines of Cliff House. It smothered all detail from the land and eddied around him, alive and coiling, twisting into shapes, then losing them just as easily. It smelled of sulfur, he thought, of campfire and rich, wet dirt.

Hound howled somewhere in the distance. It struck Levi, not as a sound of distress, but one of searching. The dog was lost in the fog on the other side of the house.
Aside from the howl and the crunch of his shoes on shards of glass, Levi could hear nothing else. The ocean had fallen silent, and no breeze whispered in the trees. The rest of the world had gone to sunnier places.

Cliff House always had an abandoned look to it, the way it slumped against the cliff and sagged in the middle. But with the windows gone, it had taken on a new level of dilapidation. The back door hung off to the side by its bottom hinge. Intense darkness lurked inside, like an inky curtain draped over all indications of human presence.

He stepped onto the back stairs. Inches away, he still could see nothing of the kitchen. He reached for the blackness. His hand passed through the veil of night with no resistance. He stepped inside.

The temperature dove to a dead cold. Once he crossed the threshold, he could make out a black and gray version of the interior of the house. The furniture, stripped of color, seemed false, like a mirage of itself.

The walls creaked. The floor hummed, a vibration coming from the junk room. He followed it to the source.

Grandma Mola had buried the demon’s prison in mounds of junk. It was the same room from which she’d pulled the top she gave him. Had she known the Iyrico was there all along?

Everything rattled and clanked and shook in the vibration. He moved closer, sticking to the path, stepping over whatever had fallen in his way.

Then he saw her.

Nessa in her dress, her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth hanging agape, levitated inches above the floor. She was a ghost in the night, as pale as any corpse could strive to be. And though she remained perfectly still, she made a noise that was a mix of crying and shivering. Inky smoke coiled around her wrists.

“Nessa?” He asked, “Can you hear me?”

On the floor in front of her, he found the wooden planks broken away. A hole gaped. He looked inside.

A round, metal plate lay askew – the door to the demon’s prison. The monster had opened the portal, but it didn’t yet have the strength to step out completely. This manifestation of its spirit was a part of the whole. The rest, the full horror, waited to break free. He felt the Iyrico staring up from the void.

A voice, a wheezing sound from a throat choked with rocks, told him, “Choose.”

Memories flooded his mind, a slightly younger version of his cousin getting him in trouble, the current version of her snipping, snapping, tattling, and locking him out for the stray dogs. She taunted him. These visions were intended to rile Levi. The demon forced an image of Nessa’s face contorted in anger. She screamed at him, told him how much she wanted him to die.

The haze constricted around them. His thin view of the house vanished.

“Choose.” It spoke again.

The Iyrico was a monster conceived in a moment of hatred. It sought the same emotion from Levi. It needed hate to escape its curse.

Levi threw his arm around his cousin’s waist and twisted away. She was lighter than he expected, and she broke free easily, and then he was running though the house, dragging her by her arms while she leaned on his back for support.

Cliff House shuddered down to its frame as if an earthquake had taken hold. He pushed through, kept his feet moving against the buckling floor. An avalanche of dishes slid from the cabinets to break on the counter and the floor. Levi dodged the table. He cleared a chair with the demon on his heels. Its exhalation, the rage pouring from its mouth, infected the air. It screamed in the voices of many, and the house went black.

Levi lost his bearings, so he stopped running. He turned in a circle, looking for some sign he was still part of the living world and still in Cliff House.

“Levi?” Nessa awoke. She stood on her own, “What is this place? Where are we?”

Hound barked in the front yard. Levi grabbed her hand. They followed the sound for a distance that seemed too long. Without seeing his surroundings, he began to doubt they were heading the right direction. He stopped. Hound continued to bark, but now the sound seemed to come from all around.

The floor shook harder, too violently for them to continue to run. Nessa clung to him.

“Why is this happening?” She asked.

A glimmer of light shone in the direction from which they’d just come. It twinkled like a star, its rays stretching toward them. Illumination spread along the floor to reveal a clawed monster in silouette, dragging itself toward them. Nessa screamed.

He turned to try and run again but the pitch of the floor sent him sprawling. It slanted, back toward the approaching demon.

As the light beyond swallowed the darkness, it took on the white-blue of the sky. It consumed the floor, now crumbling away from them, into the ocean far below. The walls of Cliff House reverberated with a sound like the roar of a train growing closer, and the light grew brighter. The Iyrico shrieked.

Again, Levi made for the front door, the direction he hoped was right. He hauled Nessa along with him, tripped, and ran again, until he struck a hard surface. He felt for the knob and found it. The door opened. Hands gripped his arms and the front of Nessa’s dress, and hauled them the rest of the way through.

Levi’s mother and Nessa’s father scooped them up and ran with Hound alongside them. The ground dissolved, taking the house with it and the grass and the well. They passed the car for the driveway where leaves rained from shaking trees.

And then, all of a sudden, the world went still. The five of them fell into a heap, everyone holding each other as they waited to see if the disaster had passed. In the silence that reigned, the only movement was the last of the leaves fluttering to the pavement.

Levi stood. He started toward the new edge of the world.

“No. It’s too dangerous.” His mother held his hand.

“I have to see.”

She let him go.

The collapse had stopped several feet out from the car. He looked over the side.

A pile of rubble lay at the bottom of the cliff. He made out shingles from the roof and wooden beams. The house had become part of the Iyrico’s prison. Afterward, he would wonder if Cliff House had developed some sentient desire to hold the demon, or if the earth sought to keep it from claiming any more victims. It was an unnatural thing. Mankind had no need of more evil.

“What if it gets free?” Nessa appeared next to him.

Levi shook his head, “It’s too weak. It needed hate to build strength.”

“It was the Iyrico, wasn’t it? I saw it in my dream.”


His mother and his Uncle Dean joined them, as did Hound, who sat at Levi’s side.

Dean said, “I don’t suppose that offer for us to stay with you is still on the table.”

Levi was okay with the idea. He didn’t mind his cousin so much anymore.