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Westside Comic Con this weekend, May 23 &24, Wingspan Center, Hilsborro, Oregon, We're in Booth E20, come check us out! In addition to books we'll have Dragon Lamps, Elfcrowns and other trinkets.
And the last of the Sulamar: War at Sea trilogy is due to drop as an eBook. Watch the Amazon author page. (print won't be for a couple more months)
Hope to see you at the con!
We are at Rose City Comic Con all weekend! Stop by!
And if you can't here's some links to connect and find the Ta Pangeal novels:
Amazon author page.
Sulamar Part 1 ebook and print on Amazon
Sulamar Part 2 ebook and print on Amazon
One People One Duty ebook and print on Amazon
See our updates on Instagram
In addition to books, we also have elf crowns and dragon lamps handcrafted by the author.
We also have a T-shirt sale: $10 ea! Designs are the logo dragon on red, and Astylan (Helix Star) on purple. Swag is being phased out now we have the Redbubble store, EurthantianP. Check it out!
So we hope to see you at the con!
Sulamar is finally available by print on demand at links below.
ISBN: 978-1-958327-02-9
(Note: have no idea why it's listed as published in 2023. Definitely was not published until Dec 2024! I'll try to edit the meta data when I can.)
For over six millennia the descendants of the Sunqueens have lived on the island of Tyrum in Exile, a community of fishers grown to be the shipbuilding center of the Western Sulani Federation. Now the elfyn-ruled Federation is threatened by greedy humyns plotting to pillage their great coastal city Gashora. Thus the Tyreens are called to send their great city-ships, once dedicated to exploration and discovery, now pressed into service for a war at sea that appears inevitable.
Yet spirits are high and adventure in the offing. A voyage at sea always draws the adventurous woman and the rare determined man willing to brave the vasty waters to make their fortune. But challenges abound, especially for a young male captain fighting for recognition in a fleet ruled by mothers. And as they prepare for battle, even the most heroic women may fall prey to dark dreams, while in other dreams a mysterious stranger speaks of a growing danger. Eons ago dragons had saved the Orb, but this threat may be beyond the power of dragonkind.
Still, as they sing, "Sul is shining on!" The Tyreens, an irascible mix descended from elfyn of many tribes and Gael humyn sailors, intend to do their duty and make the Old Queen proud.
So the ancient cry of Tyrum goes up as they set forth, a prayer to sun and sea for victory ringing out: Sulamar!
eBook coming soon!
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Sulamar-War-Sea-Jm-Cressy/dp/1958327026/
Barnes & Noble:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sulamar-jm-cressy/1146779631
We will be at Geek Girl Con in Seattle, Oct 7th & 8th, in space 525.
https://geekgirlcon.com/exhibitors-artists/
See you there!
ISBN: 978-1-958327-01-2
Available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other Print-on-Demand outlets. Author also sells copies directly at shows and faires.
For more info on wholesale orders locally, send inquiries too: eurthantianpress(AT)yahoo(DOT)com.
Amazon LINK
Barnes&Noble LINK
Also available as an eBook:
https://eurthantianpress.blogspot.com/2022/08/ebook-available.html
"Yastol" means "crown" in Dwenhilish, the language of the forest elfyn, or Dwen, in Ta Pangeal.
Unfortunately, the author has no wood magic and must make these from twisted garland wire, moss and lichen instead of magic twisted wood. they do however resemble the yastol worn by the Yino, a traveller culture descended from displaced Dwen.
The author sells these at renfaires but they move so quickly there are few photos at this time.
Since around 2010 the author has made and sold hand-sculpted ceramic dragon lamps at craft fairs and markets. Here is a sampling of pieces past, present and in progress:
A brief note: We are past the 2022 Beltane deadline. Many apologies.
There were a couple of unforeseen events, including the passing of a dear friend.
We'll be doing our best to move forward ASAP.
Thank you for your patience.
ONE PEOPLE, ONE DUTY
JMCRESSY
DESCRIPTION:
As far back as Ancient Er, all elfyn tribes understood, whether they be of the Sky, Ocean, Sun, Forest or Earth, that they were One People, with One Duty: to protect the Orb and all who lived in it. Always and forever.
But the Eurthans, under a power of a Theocratic despot have forgotten their past and broken the Taboo: elfyn do not war against elfyn.
Now a small outpost, on the edge of the Sulani Federation is forced by fate to confront a colonial force who believes they are defending their own. A cavalier of Falls Gate Keep finds herself in the midst of war and romance, as she attempts to do her part in their collective duty to defend the land of their foremothers, the Sunqueens.
But do the brave women and bold men of Falls Gate have a chance against superior magical technology from an Empire that does not see them equals?
EXCERPT:
...The trees stopped moving, branches swaying in a final dance of whispering rustles and the Dwen climbed down. The sucker that had embraced Eld unwound, straightened, then froze. It would grow like this into its own tree in time. Absently, Eld realized she still held her sword. She gripped it harder, looking in the ferns for where the Eurthan had fallen. The Dwen were standing around the area she was last seen. Eld heard Tafli say: “And now you will feel the revenge of the forest!”
Eld rushed forward to see the warrior was almost covered with vines and tree roots, not just seeking to bind but to crush. Aredheli and Yeladrin looked on grimly.
“No!” Eld shouted, grabbing Tafli and jerking him around. “Our orders are to drive them home!”
“Your orders.” He pulled himself out of her grip. “We will take our vengeance for the boys stolen. Do not take liberties with your hands!”
“Look, I know about you and Alhern!”
“You know what?” Tafli demanded, green eyes flashing. “That I bring kin to help is all you know!”
“Fine! But the commander has made it clear we are to let them flee if we can!”
“They do not deserve mercy!”
“Not for mercy! But so we don’t give them a reason to return!”
Yeladrin sighed and looked away. She knew their orders.
“This is true,” the ranger said. Eld was shocked to see it wasn’t Captain Draeyn as she’d assumed, but Orinac, the ranger Tafli evicted. “I am not the best soul when it comes to the matter of men--” Tafli snorted-- “...But by letting them flee they may stay away. And not come back for revenge.”
“They never needed a reason to invade the Forest before except for sport,” Aredheli said. “They have seen the might of the trees and two witnesses escaped. Let this one feed the Forest!”
Mothers forgot that men too could be murderous, especially if their calls for justice had gone unrequited. A horrible screeching sound of thickening roots squeezing metal came from where the warrior lay. Then suddenly the ferns exploded and Eld ducked to avoid flying pieces of armor.
Blinking she saw the vines and branches waving in active wood-essence, holding pieces or partial pieces of black armor. Leaping to her feet was the warrior inside, now only in the padded black skin suit, grabbing her sword from the remains of her baldric harness...
The author's interests include art, history, gardening, powerlifting and is an intermediate student of the Irish language.
The author is tardy publishing due to being kidnapped by a Renfaire. She will endeavor to return to the 21st Century as soon as possible.
Beidh mé ar ais go luath, mo chairde.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JMCressy
