Audiobook Review – The Tower of Zhaal

Straight onto the second! Excellent work, this one was so much better in my eyes because I loved where these characters went!

“Better and Better!”

I was glad that I had this one to listen to after the first ended. Of course, it’s a stand alone book and felt very organic. But I wanted more from this world. Glad CT Phipps delivered with this, I also believe there’s a third coming sometime soon. 🙂

I am not very up with Cthulhu and their myths and legends, of course, this just made me want to dig into this very weird and terrifying world.

The Tower of Zhaal kicks off with just as much action as the first. Where Booth and Mercury are kidnapped and taken to save the world. A Very weird way of asking, but I can also see why the society might need to do it this way.

What I really enjoyed about this, was that even though we thought Booth and Mercury couldn’t get more involved, the character development around these two was still exemplary. So deep and emotional that I felt for their relationship as odd as it was, and as loving as it seemed.

I still think every woman Booth comes across is one he’s been in love with at some point, and the re-introduction of his wife made this much more interesting. So many things to go wrong, so much to lose.

This book will defo have you on the edge of your seat, high action, high horror. Booth changes a lot, not just physically as he embraces the person he really is, or the alien that he is, but also on a mental level. And I really liked this about him. There was a great strength in him and it showed in his decision and of course, some non-decision as life just seemed to roll on around him.

I admit getting to know these characters made a better impact on me storywise, it flowed on from the first, kept me hanging and engage, and emotionally invested. The monsters were terrifying, the world so detailed I thought I was there…

When’s the next one out! I’m having a book hangover… Although I am starting on the super villainy books, it won’t be the same. : (

Great, great job. Thank you for the entertainment guys!

AudioBook Review – Cthulhu Armageddon

Had the terrifying experience of CT Phipps this last week. 🙂 awesome book and great narrator!

 

Cthulhu Armageddon | [C. T. Phipps]

“Western/Horror/Humour”

I have to admit, that following Jeffery Kafer around brought me to this book. I kept looking at it, reading the synopsis and then not picking it up, but I did still keep on coming back to it. A friend kept pushing me to give it a go, and I’m glad that I did. I’m not very familiar with Cthulhu as a story, but because it seemed to be myth/law, I did a little digging and found many references to it. Nice job on creating this amazing world around something so diverse in its creation.

C.T. Phipps has an extraordinary imagination, both for the setting and the characters. It starts off really quick and the action just doesn’t let up. The humour, both dark, and gripping kept me listening even with the horrible creatures and destruction of our world.

Booth’s mission with his team turns bad and he loses them all or so he thinks, he’s not only any clue how he eventually escapes but he’s left with a strange handprint on his shoulder. As things unfold Booth’s adventure grows in intensity, he’s to take the blame for his team’s death, resulting in a public execution, that the ‘torturer’ Mercury fakes because she wants him as a guide in the wastelands. It seems her life is on a short leash as well. So booth agrees to help her reluctantly.

The friendships that develop and the journey that Booth sets out on is fraught with monsters, danger, and death.

The monsters are horrible. I didn’t think that anything he could continue to see and witness would scare him more than the previous encounter, and in one sense, I think that being terrified all the time did get a little repetitive. I believe that more you’re exposed to these kinds of things the more that you get accustomed to them, or at least a little immune, the horrors of war and life in the wastelands would be more and more like normal life, but the fact was that Booth seemed to just keep on finding things so horrible and sickening that it kind of detracted it for me.

The narration was, of course, pretty spot on, there were great characterisations from Jeffery especially with Booth, I enjoyed the performance and the ladies, even if they all did seem to fawn over the MC. The only one who gave as much as she was dealt with, without an emotional attachment was Jackie, and she was a kid, everyone else seemed to ‘want’ to be with or had been with Booth, and that got a little old, more so thinking that he actually might want to be with the woman who tortured people…. Booth seemed to just do the opposite of what I thought he might when there was a pretty body near him.

Overall I was impressed both with the story and the narration, so I picked up book 2 and am almost finished with it 🙂 Thank you for the entertainment, really enjoyed the journey and the ending was really exciting! solid 4.5 stars from me all round.

New Release – Lost Archive – LitRPG

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Book Blurb:

 

Enter the Veil? [Yes/No]

Winston Beckett is a linguistic scholar, poring over musty manuscripts and ancient translations. That is, before he finds a book of magical runes. Before people start disappearing.

When he deciphers the strange book, Winston discovers a secret so big it throws him into a different world. Literally.

No more grading papers. No more research. No more work. Just him and The Veil, the eerily realistic game world he falls into.

Desperate to find his missing colleagues, Winston must navigate this strange new world, using only his wits to survive. Quests, skills, and loot await him…if he’s up to the task.

Along the way, he’ll need to fight enemies, recruit allies, and go on a journey of magic and adventure. And at the end? Well, let’s just say he won’t be the same person he started as.

Lost Archive is a LitRPG Adventure and first in the VeilWalkers series.

Buy Links:

http://mybook.to/lostarchive

Author Bio:

Isaac Winter is a full-time geek and part-time writer from California. A long time gamer and fantasy nerd, Isaac found his new favorite genre when discovering LitRPG. When the voices in his head wouldn’t be quiet anymore, he decided to start writing stories about those characters. He enjoys a warm cup of tea and a good book, and lives with his partner and cat on a radioactive island (no really!)

You can find him on the web at his author page: http://author.to/isaacwinter

Or on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/isaacwinterbooks

Or Twitter: http://twitter.com/litrpglibrary

Or even Patreon, if you’re so inclined: http://patreon.com/litrpglibrary

AudioBook Review – Gam3

Catching up some more, but heck, I really did get through a lot, and not write them up, the joy of audiobook proofiing as soon as you get off from work. 🙂 loved the jobs, but I’m behind with all my regular stuff. haah

This was one of my fav’s in the last few weeks.  Sci Fi and Gaming, you can’t go wrong. The length was decent, and the characters very interesting.

 

Opening Moves: The Gam3, Book 1 | [Cosimo Yap]

“Excellent LitRPG”

Of course, this one has to be in my top fav of the genre. Nick Podehl is an amazing narrator and I’ve got a few of his books.

So this wasn’t a bad place to start with for SciFi Litrpg.

I really wasn’t disappointed. —- some spoilers

Alan and his AI are great characters, it seems from the very start he’s almost been set up for something great, even if he can’t believe it. The initial pod and investment for him to enter the game and then the progression through it seemed very over-priced especially as we learn more of what things cost in his world and the game.

What I really enjoyed was the banter between Alan and the AI, she had a great voice, and her concern to protect him really did come across in all the right ways. Where she merges with an AI from another ship, I was concerned over this, mostly because of any ramifications in Alan’s objective but everything seemed to go okay.

For those who love gaming, and SciFi this is a perfect set up for so many more adventures. I just hope that the translation and then the new audiobook is out soon, I really can’t wait for the next one.

I do also think that because this is to me a hard litrpg there are a lot of stats, lots of info and at times these can be hard to listen to, kinda wanted to skip a few, but they were what they were. I’d be interested in a whispersync where I could see the text as well as listen to it, but thery’re not easy with stat screens either, sigh.

Thanks to you both, awesome job and when’s the next!

 

Pre-Order up! Trials of the Chief book 3!

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The latest release in the series Royal Scales is book 3 – Trials of the Chief is scheduled to publish on April 25th, 2017 and is available for pre-order at $.99 for a limited time only – through major book retailers, you can check the link here to visit your favorite store.

Synopsis:

Without his memories, Jay’s body holds power that is beyond his understanding. Slowly, as he revisits old haunts, his memory begins to return in vivid flashes, but he can’t make sense of the things he remembers. Each use of his abilities reveals something darker and more primal, building a need for release–a release that remains out of his reach as he can’t tap into this need and what form it should take.

The Hidden could help but they have plans of their own which require Jay to stay clueless.

Without full access to his memories Jay can’t tell friend from foe and flounders in a world he can’t understand.

Excerpt from chapter 1:

The wet sound of a fist colliding with flesh with incredible force rang throughout the room. Cheers followed. A giant metal cage housed two men pounding each other. People in suits screamed at the sides, cheering and jeering in equal measure at those inside. Ladies who wore more on their heads than the rest of their bodies wove through the crowds. Liquor flowed from platters. Scenes like this would jumpstart anyone’s pulse. It was hard to say which vice was more appealing; the violence, women, or drinks.

Why not all three?

I had only been single four weeks. Long enough to realize that life was going to continue on no matter what I felt. Too short to be serious about anything. Not that it stopped me from looking. I had practice in not being a sleaze ball about it. It was impossible to be effective if I became distracted by every rack that jiggled by.

“John!” One of the large suited grunts waved over the heads of patrons and employees. He made his way through the crowd like a steamroller. Anyone in his way got pushed aside. “John, hell, man, been ages!” The grunt greeted me with a handshake. “Hasn’t been the same since you left.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” I smirked. Nothing had been the same since I left.

“My brothers said you’d passed by the front.” He had the same disfigured teeth that the other three bouncers out front had. His words were hard to understand around the lisp. “Didn’t believe it. Thought they were screwing with me. John! Fuck yes.”

“Yeah, here on a job.” We casually made our way to a clear view of the fighting cage. This wasn’t the main stage. Just a warm up. There was a cage, and then there was The Pit. I doubted that I would be around long enough to see those grounds in use.

“Yeah?” The grunt looked me up and down. It was awkward being sized up like that. “Not gonna jump in The Pit?”

“Hadn’t planned on it,” I answered.

“Damn. You want in, you tell me, there’s a whole new crowd of suckers in here who don’t understand how one-sided the match would be. We’ll give you a welcome home brawl, you’ll love it.” He grinned. His name wasn’t coming back to me like Ted and Barnie’s had.

“Maybe later,” I offered.

“Yeah, hey, I gotta continue the rounds. You know how it is. I’ll tell the rest of the family you’re here, we’ll catch up on old times.” He placed a friendly hand on my shoulder. I nodded. He still had that broken smile as he waded through the crowd. “Hey!” he shouted at someone in the distance.

It was nice to know that people remembered me. Better yet, they were willing to bet on me over their own fighters. My reputation was intact down here. Or maybe they just wanted to see me get my face beat in. I vaguely remembered the bouncers being semi-sadistic. They didn’t always care who was on the other end. Their love was for the fight.

Somewhere around here was my target. I didn’t own anything of his. Had no pull to go off. Tracking would have to be done the old-fashioned way. Asking for directions. I stopped a waitress and managed to keep both eyes up top. There should be an award for that.

She made a disgusted face once I mentioned the table I was headed to. Table four was down the middle of the room, not left or right like Ted and Barnie had said. I took a drink from her platter and dropped down a twenty. The waitress, or showpiece, hard to tell which, went about her rounds. I’m not ashamed to admit I peeked as she walked away. A simple glance put a smile on my face.

I sat down quietly with drink in hand. The table was intended to seat three or four people, but everyone had crowded the front lines. There were a blissful few minutes of peace between me and the concoction.

Liquid was swilled down in a blur leaving me fidgety and worried. What if this was the wrong table? The wrong person? I riffled through the jacket that had been left behind. No money. No credit cards.

There was a sector card that confirmed my location as correct. Steven Gates. Twenty-five years old. The face pictured was wearing a sheepish grin. Next to that was an employee badge that identified him as a computer tech who worked for EXI, whatever that meant. The logo wasn’t helpful.

Was he a computer geek who spent all day staring at a monitor or electronic board? No wonder the man spent time somewhere exciting. Too bad he decided to throw down money in the wrong places. I managed to shove his cards back into a pocket when the man himself showed up. His face wrinkled in confusion then smiled like everything was a joke.

“Awesome fight up there! Say you want to help me get closer to the front? I could slide in behind you. You look like a good battering ram.” The man was fit, but just on the goofy side of good looking. Brown hair, brown eyes, looked like he was full of shit half the time.

I didn’t have a quick response.

“No? That’s cool. Hey, keep the seat warm, I’m gonna grab another drink.” Steven rushed off.

He seemed like an excitable idiot.

I scanned the crowd. There was no real hurry to complete our transaction. Steven either had enough to pay Julianne’s back, or didn’t. A few drinks and a good time wouldn’t hurt him.

Besides, I was having fun. Whatever Bottom Pit put into that mixer I grabbed was strong. It brought everything firmly into fuzzy land. There were no news channels on here, there was no one talking about the latest high profile wedding. No, here the cameras were all on the fights.

Betting tickers scrolled along multiple walls. Odds on this fight and the next fight. Minimum bets and expected payouts for wins. None of tonight’s fighters were house sponsored. Another part of the display told me there were twenty minutes until the main event. The current champion would go against an up and coming challenger from a few counties over.

Might be worth a glance. I doubt anyone would begrudge my wading up to the front to look in on the proceedings. I could hassle Steven when he came back then go about my night.

Only Steven didn’t come back. With ten minutes left to the fight, I started getting antsy. Had he ditched me? Unlikely since his stuff was here. I grabbed the jacket and used it as a link.

Dense. Air hard to move in. Heavy with yells. Exciting. Pulse pounds with the cheers. Remember. Yes. Past distracts me.

My head shook to get thoughts back in line. They kept trying to drift toward the cages and waitresses alternately. Attracted by different things for different reasons.

Find the Pink Meat. Cord connects to jacket. Goes somewhere up. Not far. Can wait. Want to watch the Gladiators.

The gathering of people made it extremely hard to focus on the cord that would connect Steven’s jacket to the person. Drunk me tracked horribly. Normally I could follow the ethereal connection through the swirl of other sight and life energy toward my destination. My submerged mind had other desires and vetoed this work assignment.

Getting out of the chair was more challenging than expected. Being two bottles under hit me hard. There was another refill on my table. I didn’t question my fortune and took it.

I staggered the straightest curve I could manage over to The Pit. It felt so familiar. The Pit was a huge hole beneath two layers of metal grating that anyone could walk across. Forty feet down and fifty feet in diameter. The dugout floor was ringed by metal cages. Above that were two layers of alcoves that people could watch from. Spectators could also watch from the cameras. Metal shook as I walked across. There weren’t many gathered and the early birds would grab the alcoves first.

Down below, around the walls of the ring, there were handprints indented into a clay-like surface. Each one a champion. Immortalized, or as close as a fighter could get. There was a yearly tournament held for the true champion. The winner had to impress their hand into the wall without any aid. Only one human had ever won out of the multitude and his handprint was the lightest. The human had survived against intense odds and retired quietly, broken but proud.

About Stephan Morse:

Stephan Morse was born the year 1983 in San Diego. The next fifteen years were spent slowly escaping California and surviving a public education system. Thus far he’s made it to the Seattle (WA) region with little desire to go farther. When not trying to shove words together into sentences, Stephan spends time reading, catching up on sleep, and otherwise living a mundane life.

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