Guest Post: Moon lore + Excerpt from Feedback by D.L. Richardson

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Feedback

  • By D.L. Richardson
  • Editions: ebook, paperback
  • Published October 3rd 2012 by Etopia Press
  • Genre: Young Adult Sci-fi/Fantasy
  • Listening to your inner voice can get you killed.

    Ethan James, Florida Bowman, and Jake Inala are three teenagers who receive much-needed organ transplants. Two weeks later they are inadvertently recruited by the CIA when a spy dies halfway through his mission. Three bacteria bombs are set to detonate, spreading illness and death across the planet, and it’s up to Ethan, Florida, and Jake to deactivate them.

    Except that they have no idea where the bombs are located.

    Kidnapped for information they can’t possibly know, and fuelled by the spirit of a dead CIA agent, Ethan, Florida, and Jake must look deep inside themselves if they are to finish the mission and save millions of lives. But they’re being held captive in a strange place by a man who believes in Feedback, the theory that information is retained in the memory of organs–in this case those of a certain dead CIA agent donor. And their captor will stop at nothing to get the information retained in their newly transplanted organs.
    ~ Bewitching BT


    YouTube Trailer: http://youtu.be/vEluhYM8WNw

    Thank you to Butterfly-o-Meter Books for hosting me during my book blog tour. This guest post is about the Moon. It’s the one thing that features in every werewolf novel yet it features in many other fiction novels too. Perhaps the most interesting thing about the Moon is that it’s formed out of the earth. I hope your readers enjoy this guest post. D. L. Richardson
    {Livia says: It’s a pleasure, and I’m sure they will enjoy it, I know I did! xD}

    Moon lore

    by D L Richardson

    The Moon is referred to as a she in magical circles. Many cultures worshiped the Moon because they observed how she influences crops, the tides, and weather patterns, and a woman’s reproductive cycle. She also affects our sleep and dream patterns.
    The Moon has four phases: waxing, full, waning and dark. Understanding these phases and what they represent is an essential part of research for authors who write about fantasy, witchcraft, and werewolves.
    Many cultures around the world have many folklore sayings and warnings about the Moon. The Moon is mysterious and powerful. Some moon lore has survived the centuries.
    ~ Do not leave your washing out at night – if the moonlight shines upon it, it shines upon clothes for a funeral
    ~ If you touch a silver coin when you see the Moon, it will bring you good luck.
    ~ Move house on a new moon.
    ~ It is considered unlucky to marry during the month of May or during any of the waning/dark quarters. It is considered lucky to marry in June and during the waxing or full moon phase but do not let the light of the moon fall on your marriage bed, or you will be courting bad luck.
    ~ A baby that is born at the time of a full moon is a child of fortune
    ~ It is lucky to hold a newborn child up to the light of a new moon and give thanks as well as offer up prayers for a long life.
    Astrologers take into account the position of the Moon, as well as the sun and other planets when constructing a horoscope. The phases of the Moon are associated with important healies energies. The new moon is for health, vitality, and regeneration; the full moon is for fertility and empowerment; and the waning phase is the time when unwanted symptoms and ailments may be banished.

    Other interesting facts about the Moon:
    ~ The reason I’ve used capital letters for the Moon is because it really is called the Moon. Other moons are given a lowercase to show the difference
    ~ The Moon only shows one face to the earth
    ~ The Moon is slowly drifting away
    ~ The Moon looks the same size as the sun
    ~ The Moon causes most of the tides, but not all
    ~ Gravity on the Moon is only 17% of the earth
    ~ The Moon is the fifth largest natural satellite in the solar system
    ~ Only 12 people have ever stepped on the surface of the Moon
    ~ NASA has been given the mission to return to the Moon and NASA plans to do this in 2019

    Chapter One

    Wednesday, November 9th, Ethan James

    AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” blared through the speakers. Apt music considering the weather conditions. Rain pounded the windshield of the Lamborghini. Crushed beneath the noisy rain, the music took a beating, too. I flipped the volume control to the max, drowning out the steady slap of water on the roof.
    The dark shroud of night cloaked the striped lines to my left and right. Street signs blasted yellow warnings to drivers to slow down on wet roads. I ignored them.
    Instead, I pushed the car to 120 miles per hour. Coming around a curve in the road, I flew up on a van and sharply jerked the wheel to avoid ramming the Lamborghini up its rear end. I owed my life to my quick reflexes.
    Pity.
    I drove for another half mile at suicidal speeds, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the guitar riff. Another half mile. Then another. Just when the buzz of the ride plunged to a level of indifference, the car hit a pothole, veered me across three lanes, and like a punch from nowhere, it was game on.
    A tsunami-sized wave of water fell from the sky. Momentarily blinded by the useless wipers, I sucked in my breath when two rows of lights cut through the haze. Two white lights on the bottom and six or more yellow ones on top—the bright circles headed straight at me.
    Semitrailer. Not good.
    Gritting my teeth, I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. The truck swerved at the last second, missing killing me by about half that length of time. The driver blasted four long bleats of the horn.
    I laughed out loud as I spun around.
    I accelerated till the car caught up to its former 120 miles per hour. The chorus kicked in, and I helped with the backing vocals. “Thunder. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na. Thunder.”
    Whether driving under a dome of blue, or a sky darkened by storms like tonight, I liked to push cars to their limit. It didn’t matter what sort of car, but slow cars tended to break apart sooner under extreme pressure. Fast cars handled the punishment of driving at stupid speeds much better.
    Speeding made the rush last longer. It filled a void and carried me to a place where I let go of the angst over a waste of a life spent waiting to die of kidney failure. The rush reminded me that seventeen-year-old kids should wish for a professional ice hockey career instead of wishing to still be alive by Christmas.
    The song ended, and in that second of silence, my thrill took a dismal nosedive. Images of the hospital I attended every week flickered across my vision. So, I increased the speed. Bad enough the bleak place filled my head and haunted my dreams, but to interrupt my fun—not going to happen.
    The next song on the CD kicked in, and it did the trick of hauling me back to the driver’s seat, where I replaced the hospital corridor for a rain-slicked freeway. I figured if I had to die young, I’d do it on my terms. No doubt the doctors would have something to say about this philosophy. If I crashed the car and ended up in the hospital, I’d tell them I reached out to touch life. Better than dwelling on my postpubescent life spent hooked up to a dialysis machine.
    I’d probably get pulled over by the cops first, and I couldn’t have that. Aside from speeding, I’d stolen the Lamborghini from a mall parking lot half an hour earlier, and I didn’t have a license.
    A crack in my concentration appeared like the lightning bolts streaking the sky. The car drifted into the next lane, and I let it go. A set of lights rushed toward me, and I expertly got the car under control, but at this speed, and despite the car’s sporting capability, the Lamborghini was all over the shot.
    Buzzed from pushing the car, I kept going.
    At 120 miles per hour, streetlights floated like satiny, white ribbons. The rain-slicked road made it impossible to judge the lines marking the lanes. Curves were hard to anticipate.
    Sometimes I oversteered; sometimes I didn’t steer enough and had to yank the wheel to the left or right at the last second. Other drivers blasted their horns. I didn’t care about the rules of the road. Rules were for pussies.
    For each minute I survived this suicidal cruise, I’d get two points. So far, I’d accumulated over two hundred. Fifty were up for grabs, if I made it home alive. I had a lot to lose if I crashed the car. I had nothing to lose if I killed myself.
    I jumped in surprise when a car came up on my left and honked its horn, whizzing by in a blur of chrome. “I don’t think so, buddy.”
    I accelerated. If the cops wanted to stop me, they’d have to use air support. Getting myself on TV only added to the thrill of the chase.
    Concern over my reckless driving should have registered, but it didn’t. The speedometer now read 140 miles per hour. AC/DC screeched about “Hells Bells,” and the rain didn’t lessen. If I lost control now, I’d smash into the concrete barriers lining the highway. It’d be game over. No way I’d survive the impact. What a shame this last train of thought wasn’t on whether I’d survive or not, but on whether I’d care.
    Lightning bolts exploded across the sky and lit up the windshield. In that brief flicker of visibility, I spotted the plane on fire, blocking the highway—and the spaceship blowing up a bridge with luminous green laser beams. I let go of the wheel, idly watching the Lamborghini plow into the concrete barrier. Metal fragments and orange flames danced in front of me. The sound of something exploding boomed through the speakers. The words GAME OVER flashed across the television screen.
    The plane had been okay, but the spaceship insulted me. For sure, the makers of the game reckoned it’d be a hoot to throw unrealistic obstacles in my path.
    I tossed the Xbox controller aside and scratched my numb backside. My life couldn’t get any worse…might as well go to school.

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    About the Author & Links:


    D L Richardson was born in Ireland and came to Australia with her parents as a baby. She went to a public school in Sydney’s western suburbs and the books she read were given to her or borrowed from the library. However it was music that first captured her creative interest.


    ​She joined the school choir at age eight and got her first acoustic guitar at age ten, although she really wanted a piano. In high school she took up lead vocals after the girl she was to sing a duet with failed to show up. After that she told her stage fright to get lost and took up singing with the school band where she performed in many concerts. When she left school she helped form her own rock band where she sang lead vocals, played bass guitar, and wrote all the lyrics. At age 26 she realized she wanted to write novels for the rest of her life or die trying so she sold her equipment, quit pursuing a music career and began writing instead.


    ​She has two young adult novels published, “The Bird With The Broken Wing” and “Feedback” and is currently writing her third novel “Little Red Gem”.


    ​She lives in Australia on the NSW South Coast with her husband and dog. When she’s not writing or reading she can be found playing her piano or guitars, renovating the house, or walking the dog.


    Website:       www.dlrichardson.com




    Twitter:        twitter.com/#!/DLRichardson1


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    2 thoughts on “Guest Post: Moon lore + Excerpt from Feedback by D.L. Richardson

    1. D L Richardson

      Thanks Livia for hosting me udring my virtual book tour. Take care till the next full moon. And dont’ forget to touch a silver coin when you see the Moon and it will bring you luck.
      Catchya
      DL 

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