Cover Reveal and Release Date

Not long now before you all have PHANTASIA, A BAD DAY ON OLYMPUS in your hands… the release date is scheduled for the 30th of July, 2019.

Pre-order links will follow soon, both here on my website and on all social media platforms. 

And a big drum roll please for my new book baby cover art…

 

I am really looking forward to sharing this story with you all. I had a lot of fun writing it. A little on the crazy side but fun. 

A short PHI scene in celebration of Greek Easter.

Hello Readers,

In celebration of Greek Orthodox Easter this weekend, I am posting up a short story with Xen, Carissa, yiayia and aunt Paula. Yiayia and aunt Paula get a fair bit of space in Book 2 and this is just a little teaser of what you might expect from these two women in PHANTASIA, for release later this year. 

MIDNIGHT MASS

“Get a look at Stella and her fur coat.” Paula said to yiayia. “Who wears a winter coat to midnight mass?”

“Obviously, Stella does.” Yiayia’s dry tone told Paula that she didn’t give two hoots.

Paula didn’t like the woman. She gossiped about everyone. “Doesn’t she watch T.V. Animal rights and all that?”

“It could be fake.”

“Ha, that would be so up Stella’s alley, everything is fake. Especially her words.” They were once good friends but when Stella married a second time it was for money and that’s when her true colours came out. Paula crossed her arms over her chest, a wave of terrible thoughts cascaded through her mind. Stella chose money over friendship.

Paula’s scalp tingled, something wasn’t right tonight. They were standing outside the church for the Greek Orthodox midnight mass. The Parish couldn’t accommodate the volume of people inside. Everyone stood wherever a spot was available. “Well, we best not get too close to her, I don’t think I could do the fake kissing thing. What is that anyway. Kisses in the air, since when do Greeks do that?”

Yiayia looked over at her and raised a finger. “You’re letting her get to you again.”

“Well, I can’t help it. Do you remember that year that her hair went up in smoke and wasn’t it only last year her fury bag caught fire. Honestly, I reckon that woman wants attention.”

“Paula, if you look at statistics someone’s hair or something catches fire every year. Now where is Carissa? She said she’d be here.” Yiayia looked vexed but Paula knew she changed the topic to get her mind off the hoity-toity Stella. 

No sooner had yiayia uttered the words when Xen’s deep greeting danced in Paula’s ears, “Kalispera.”

“Good evening yiayia and thitsa.” Carissa kissed yiayia and then Paula. 

“What took you so long?” Yiayia asked.

“We had a few loose ends to tie up.” Carissa answered as she straightened from greeting them.  

Paula raised an eyebrow. “What loose ends?”

Xen’s lips turned up. “The type that require swords.”

A wave of nausea rose in her throat. She knew exactly what they were implying. “They…they wouldn’t come here would they?” She had a close shave with demons, the episode remained fresh in her mind.

“I have a Taser gun.” Yiayia rummaged through her bag. Xen leaned over and stayed her actions. “No need yiayia, the Phi are stationed at every church. Watching and protecting.”

Xen’s tone comforted Paula but the thought still sent shivers down her spine. Paula relaxed her shoulders. Then it hit. “Wait a minute, are you telling me that we’re their all they can eat buffet?”

Carissa nodded her head. “A smorgasbord, so to speak.”

This Paula didn’t really need to hear. She was nobodies sandwich, especially not some crazy looking demon’s. 

“Paula look it’s time.” Yiayia’s tight fingers on her arm and voice bought her back to the present moment.

In a few seconds all the lights in the church would go out and the bell would ring. Then the holy light would be passed around and the words Chistos anesti and alithos anesti would be uttered from the giver of the light and receiver, signifying the death and resurrection of Christ. This was safe. This she understood. This made sense. She opened her mouth to question how Xen and Carissa fitted into that ideology.

“Now is not the time for the discussion on religion.” Xen’s voice was low. 

“He tells me the same thing thitsa, Every. Single. Time.” Carissa threw in. 

“Xen’s right. Look, here is our light.” Yiayia said as she lit her candle from the fellow who had accepted it before her.

Paula looked at Carissa and they both rolled their eyes.  Looked like yiayia had sided with the vampire.

“But…”

“No buts.” Yiayia said. 

Paula lit her candle but as she took a step to the right and back she hit something furry. Her foot twisted and her arms flailed. The candle in her hand became air born. In seconds her bottom crashed to the concrete. The horrible smell of something burning hit Paula’s nostrils. Flames licked up Stella’s coat. Everything happened so fast. Within seconds Xen had removed the blazing coat and thrown it to the ground. Carissa helped Paula to her feet while yiayia hit the coat with her walking stick. Others soon joined in in, stamping out the flames.

“Stella…” Paula’s words died on her lips.

“Paula. How could you be such an imbecile.”

“Well if you weren’t parked right up my ass I wouldn’t have fallen over.”

Stella’s fake lips thinned into a line. She reminded Paula of one of those circus clowns. Her eyebrows were too arched and pencilled in, her hair a ball of red with curls and the make-up heavily overdone.

Carissa stepped between them. In a low voice a litany of words passed from her lips. “It was an accident. You will light your candle and leave. Forget you had a coat. It went missing.” Like a robot Stella did as Carissa had bid.

“Oh my.” Paula said.

“That’s my girl.” Yiayia raised a fist in triumph.

“What was that?” Paula asked.

“That is the power of anagke – compulsion.” Xen beamed.

“She can do that?”

Xen’s face lit up with pride. “And whole lot more.”

“Light your candle thitsa.” Carissa handed her aunt the now extinguished candle that caused the commotion.

“Who are you and what have you done with my niece?”

Carissa winked. “I’m the daughter of a god.”

2018 (copyright) Efthalia

 

The Golden Giveaway

Hello lovely people, 

Christmas is the season of love, family and sharing. It’s also a time of giving so the perfect way to celebrate is by giving one of you lucky folks out there, a chance to win wonderful Gold themed desk accessories and stationary. Use this gift to freshen up or re-vamp your workspace. The giveaway opens up at midnight on the 11th of December, 2016 and runs till midnight Christmas Eve.  

What is in the pack;

  • Gold leaf pin board
  • Gold striped coffee mug/cup
  • Gold trinket dish
  • Gold Candle holder
  • Gold Stapler
  • Gold in-tray basket
  • Gold sequence pencil case
  • Gold striped pencils
  • Gold Pencil/Cup
  • Gold Photo Frame
  • Gold magnetic pegs
  • Gold pack with post-it notes and paperclips, pins and bulldog clips
  • Black and gold mousepad
  • Gold Notebook 
  • Glitter tape
  • Gold gel pen
  • Copy of Don’t Let Anything Dull Your Sparkle by Doreen Virtue 
  • Copy of PHANTASMA
  • Highlighter pack
  • Sticky note tabs  

There might also be an extra two or three items thrown in. Now all you have to do is follow the link bellow and 

  • Follow me on Twitter
  • Retweet on Twitter
  • Visit my Facebook page
  • Follow me on Facebook
  • Sign up for my Newsletter 

Goodluck and hope this makes a special Christmas wish come true.  

ENTER GIVEAWAY HERE – http://gvwy.io/udj8mgm

Christmas smiles,

Efthalia

Goodreads Giveaway - Phantasma

Big hello readers, 

Some good news for those wanting to get a copy of Phantasma in their hands. A big giveaway is OPEN RIGHT NOW on Goodreads! For a chance to win, just click below or head on over to https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29156299-phantasma

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Phantasma by Efthalia

Phantasma

by Efthalia

Giveaway ends March 21, 2016.

See the giveaway details at Goodreads.

 

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Good luck!!

Smiles, Efthalia

The Writer's Journey - My Story - Part 2

There are a multitude of thoughts that run through an author’s head during the plotting, writing, editing, polishing, re-writing, and repeat over stage. Light the barbecue was and endless reel that ran in intricate and complex stream over and over in my mind. It consumed me in that, I became sick of my own story and it is terribly dangerous when you fall in that pit. Climbing out of this bottomless pit is harder than running a marathon. 

 I had fallen out of love with my story

After my ‘rejection’ moment.  I went back to the proverbial drawing board. A dear friend offered to work with me. I learnt a great deal from her but I had fallen out of love with my story. At the time I did not understand why I felt that way. My conscious mind was screaming that my muse had left the building and she wouldn’t be back anytime soon. I persevered and made changes and then made the decision to pitch my book at conference for the second time. I got two requests and followed through. Remember that was 2012. I have given up on waiting for a rejection. 

all the little lights in my brain went bling, bling, bling. Times square’s lights had nothing on what was going on inside my brain.  

In 2013 I decided that I would pitch at the US conference. Again two requests one from an Agent and from a Publisher. Waiting – nah – I am a veteran in ‘non response.’ The best thing that happened at the 2013 conference, that shone the stadium lights on everything, was a twenty five page critique with an awesome and amazing author, who read my drivel and gave me solid feedback. When she explained, all the little lights in my brain went bling, bling, bling. Times square’s lights had nothing on what was going on inside my brain.  

On the flight home from Atlanta to Australia I tore the manuscript to pieces. It was a love hate relationship.

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In 2014 I asked another dear friend if she would edit me. “Yes,” she said. But that same year I decided that I needed to feed the academic beast that had reared its head and would not subside. So that process was thrown on the back burner as I struggled with pressure of full-time study. My book would have to wait for a little longer.  No harm in that right?

WRONG!

The guilt I felt for not progressing cut deeply into my muse and opened a gigantic fissure of doubt that I feared I would not ever return from. I bleed for a long time. I was annoyed mostly with myself for not giving it my 110%. Out of my anger I turned to the inner self for answers and that is when I remembered. I wrote this in 2010 about the writerly-self,

Writerly – Self-evaluation –  the reflection process and learning that happens whilst writing. 

Self-confidence –  belief that allows the writer to master challenges and obstacles in order to accomplish and execute what they ventured out to do.

Self-awareness – recognition of strengths and weaknesses within the writing.

Self-fulfilment – reaching and attaining the goal of a finished novel/work which brings happiness and satisfaction to the writer.

Self-enlightenment – the knowledge of the divine connection of the writing to the self.

Believably, these are all sides of self that a writer will consider and which will evoke a deeper thought in methodologies and approach in the expedition of writing. This depth fuses the understanding of the developing writerly-self.

Soul searching is a way of tapping into our inner strengths.  By understanding ourselves completely we begin to understand how we can bring our inner understanding to our writing thus be able to project our strength onto the blank page that can be the ever daunting stumbling block or thorn in our side.”

I understood why I was struggling at every twist and turn – I had been trying to sever myself completely from the writing. To detach my psyche from my body. To disjoin that which was me from the text. I had spent too much time listening to what and how I should be doing things rather than taking the path that was specifically tuned to me and to me only. This was my baby and it needed nurturing from me and me alone. 

Next week the final piece of this condensed journey –

What a fresh pair of eyes from an editor can do.   

Till then big smiles everyone, Efthalia

 

The Writer's Journey - My Story - Part 1

When I started out to write my first Paranormal/Fantasy/Romance novel, I was fresh out of having finished my Master of Arts in Writing degree. I thought that I could virtually rule the world. Put a sword in my hand and I could slay dragons, the likes that we read in medieval literature. In modern terms Ironman had nothing on me. How utterly bombastic and delusional I was. The universal truth slapped me upside the head sideways and in Greek style.

How utterly bombastic and delusional I was.

I knew nothing about the publishing industry, something that continues to baffle me and amaze me at the same time. But that new knowledge of knowing how little I knew, as Socrates would have said if he were around today, drove me to learn, to immerse myself in the art and craft of creative fiction. Something that non writers often think is an easy task. My evil side wishes I had a cricket bat for every time I am told that anyone can do it. 

That same year I got my first rejection

Back to me, so sword swinging I took the leap and went to my first Romance Writer’s Conference, the best thing I ever did, in 2011. The workshops were an eye opener and the speakers motivational and inspiring. Under the influence of my new found friends which I met in the cyber sphere of RWA’s chat room, I pitched my book. I got a request for the full manuscript. I came back from conference and sent my book. That same year I got my first rejection. I didn’t grovel or cry. I felt elated. Why? Because I got feedback and feedback is the most nurturing nourishment that a newbie author needs. To this day I am grateful for that feedback. It pointed out my strengths and weaknesses and I required that as much as I need chocolate and baklava. 

The lesson for me that year was that I had something to work with. Truth is you can not re-write, edit or fix something that isn’t written.  

next week – fixing your MS vs BBQ fuel. .

Warmest, Efthalia

Welcome to My New Blog and Website

Welcome everyone! Good to see you all here! Firstly some news. It’s been a long time in the making (since 2011) but I can firmly say that Phantasma – A Phi Athanatoi Novel is just around the corner from publication. It has been held up for some last minute edits that were a necessary evil. Just  because we choose to self-publish doesn’t mean we should deter from giving our work the time it needs. I truly hope I have done a good enough job for my first publication.  Phantasma by Efthalia

I’ve also decided to do a big market push and that takes time and planning because nobody really knows who I am. To me it was imperative to consider that as a self-published author I need to introduce myself to readers and industry based professionals.  

In the coming weeks  I’ll be sharing a little of my journey with you all(one will be posted right after this post). Yes the preverbal if I knew then what I know now and the common trials and tribulations of the writing process. Warning: Crazy rambling will occur. 

Now for the fun stuff, I will be running a MAMMOTH GIVEAWAY, which will be open internationally. So look out for it. 

To finish, I should have some concrete news for you all in the next few weeks, about Phantasma….watch this space.

Big smiles, Efthalia     

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