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Welcome to Newsletter #3

Hi everyone! Welcome to Newsletter #3! I’m working on an exciting new project and all my books are now wide which means if you love Deep Fantasy, you have a lot more choice on how you read it.

When I put out Newsletter #2, I was still in the middle of editing, augmenting and extending The Kira Chronicles trilogy into a six book series The Kira Chronicles series. I was also trying to sort out covers that reflected each book’s story and showed they were clearly part of a series. That job is all done now and I am thrilled with the result. The edit and extension of Kira’s story really improved it, making her and Tierken stronger and more engaging characters, and the covers are gorgeous. If you want to check them out go to the Amazon website and type in K S Nikakis. I won’t give you links because they are different depending on where you are.

One mistake I did make though was using the same name for Book 1 in both the trilogy and the series (The Whisper of Leaves). It really fitted and I wanted to keep it. Oh well, live and learn. I made it clear in the front matter of the series, that the trilogy is now only available as remnant paper books, but when you Google The Whisper of Leaves, it tends to bring up paper book (sigh).

More time was spent making all my 15 books available, not only on Amazon KDP, but through Barnes and Noble, Apple, Kobo, Scribd, Tolino, 24 Symbols, Playster, OverDrive, Bibliotheca and Baker & Taylor. Phew!

Despite all this ‘publishing’ work, the creative part of my brain has been tick-ticking. I did mention in Newsletter #1 that I had another series brewing which I mysteriously called SOO. I even optimistically suggested I might be writing it and rewriting The Kira Chronicles in parallel. I was obviously wildly optimistic or naïve, or have a really bad memory because I discovered some years ago that, unlike some authors, I can’t write two different stories at once. I get so engaged with characters and what they are going through, that I only have enough emotional energy for one set at a time.

So, now The Kira Chronicles series is all done and dusted, am I writing SOO? Well no, because a book title popped into my head and refused to go away. Even worse, it dragged characters and scenes with it. I Heard The Wolf Call My Name (working title), a stand-alone Deep Fantasy, is now at the 8000 word mark of the first draft. I’m giving you a sneak peak in my Giveaways section. I am also giving you the YouTube links to clips that helped inspire two of the male protagonists: Tamati and Jax. See if you match the clip with the novel excerpt to work out which of the two is Tamati.

I am hoping to have I Heard The Wolf Call My Name out by April 2019, but lots of things happen over the festive season, so we will see.


Tamati or Jax? Check out the YouTube links to see if you can guess which singer helped inspire Tamati, and which one Jax. – You are the only one - Sergey Lazarev – Heroes - Måns Zelmerlöw 

Be the first to get a sneak peak of my work in progress: I Heard The Wolf Call My Name

Excerpt from Chapter 1

Far below Anahera’s cliff-side perch, the alpha strutted backwards and forwards, head low and then thrown back in challenge, its blue throat-feathers as brilliant as the lightning that danced across Moana’s waves in summer storms. The lesser birds followed the alpha’s lead, but she was barely aware of them. It no longer mattered whether the alpha was the shifted form of Tamati or Malo, or a shia in birth-form. Its beauty shone as brightly as Whetu, reducing the lesser birds to shadows as Tihi’s soaring majesty reduced Iolana’s smaller peaks to hills.

The shias’ music built to a crescendo, the drum-beats of calls like the great storm-waves Moana sent pounding into Iolana’s cliffs. Anahera’s blood pounded too as the alpha held its wing displays longer and longer, extended to their uttermost breadth and flashing with crimson and emerald green.

And then a throbbing staccato erupted overhead. It jarred Anahera from the dance’s all-consuming trance and for a moment she had no idea where she was. Her head swam and she lost her grip on the stone. Adrenaline speared through her, hot as fire, as she clutched at the cliff-face, and missed. And then she was falling, a scream of terror torn from her throat as she plunged into oblivion.