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If you’d like to see one of my brain-childs out there in the world I need your help.

Let’s be honest I typically wouldn’t do this but this is kind of a big deal. I’ve tried to publish before but nothing has gotten me back into actively wanting to do it this way in a long time. Anyways here’s some info to link you in on what’s going on.

The contest is being helmed by Geek & Sundry and Inkshare for Fantasy type books and I have one that crossovers between about three different genres (fantasy, sci-fi, horror [not so much horror but it’s during the apocalypse but doesn’t exactly concern it all that much, confusing I know!]). So I thought why not after a bit of encouragement on @o0katiekins0o part. 

I’ve  been working on it for a long time really and it’s just about done. I’m entering the last section of the writing process  at the moment. 

The Basics

The Phoenix & The Dove is a book about a soldier  (Stephen)who sets out on a mission via his superior to seek out two women that are called The Wicked Ones. As is the way he finds himself slipping into their world without much of a choice and uncovering a hidden prophecy that somehow involves him lending a hand in an underground war between other people like Essie & Phoenx (who have gifts, some were born with it, others experimented on) and the people he works for - the military/what’s left of the government. All the while fending off a few other organizations who want to stop them from coming up on top.

^^ pretty rough summary but there’s a slightly minimalistic one at the link.

So how can you help?

I have a goal that I need to reach in pre-orders. 750 - 220 (would be easier to do though limited places to get in print) in  various types of medium - from e-books to paperback or a few specialized copies. There’s various ways to get your hands on it if I can get the pre-orders and support from you lovely people. I can actually tell you that e-book is the cheapest but it’s all up to your preference.

Not only that the top three pre-ordered books get to make their dreams real. It’s kind of a lot but it’s my dream. I’m willing to give it a shot.

There are sample chapters that you can read to start to get a feel of what that’s all about in case you’re not all there. Even me the person who has been writing this had questioned it at first. Mostly because I hadn’t figured it all out yet in details  but I have and trust me I’m very in love with this thing. So it would mean the world if you could help me out.

Even if you can’t spreading the word would mean the world to me.

You can find all the info at this link.

“Molly,” Sherlock whispered nudging her slightly in case she had managed to fall asleep with all the goings on outside of their tent. The life outside was blustering with many noises and he couldn’t get to sleep. He hoped he wasn’t alone in that respect.

He had been able to count on Molly for many things. He hoped she wouldn’t disappoint him tonight.

“Hm?” She hummed as she turned over slowly to look at him in the dark. The small light near the entrance of their tent was the only source for her to get a good luck at her friend. “What’s wrong, Sherlock?”

Sherlock smiled at the sleepy expression on Molly’s face. It was cute on her when she rubbed her eyes.

“I’m bored. Let’s go explore.” He sat up hurriedly and waited for her to join him. She did a bit slower.

“We aren’t supposed to leave. It’s late, remember?”

He frowned but wasn’t too defeated to get Molly on his side about this. They couldn’t have the fun he wanted if they didn’t take risks. He had taken many for agreeing to share the tent with her in the first place. However, he had seen the way the other girls were staring at him and then at Molly would he had taken up her hand to be his partner during the hiking and other activities.

Molly was the only person he trusted here.

“C’mon Hooper, live a little. I’m sure your mum would love to hear that you had a good time. I think she’s fond of me.”

It was a weak point to try but he was willing to try anything to get Molly to go with him outside.

She was smiling which was a good thing. “Okay, we have to be quiet though. Don’t want to stir anyone else from sleeping.” If she had winked at him he knew it would have been too much but the jab at him for already waking her up was enough to energize his spirits about their impending exploration.

Once Molly had put on her shoes and taken her jacket from Sherlock they carefully exited the tent and tiptoed away from the group of sleeping comrades that had come along on this summer trip.

They stayed close enough that they wouldn’t get too lost for awhile but once Sherlock figured out the lay of the forest he wanted to look at more of it. This was also something that intrigued Molly as well. It might have had a little to do with Sherlock being with her but she hadn’t ever been so far into the woods before either.

“I hope we don’t get lost.” She voiced her small fear as she stayed close to his side.

The sound of an owl hooting made her turn her head quickly up to a tree where the bright eyes of the nocturnal bird was looking down on them.

“I have a great sense of direction. It helps that Greg picked an area that is directly in the middle of the forest to settle into.” Molly wasn’t that convinced but went along with him anyways as he tugged at her jacket’s sleeve.

Sherlock had brought a flashlight with him so they had been able to see plenty of the woods - from the berries, and moss covering the trees to the few birds that were aware at this hour. It was all a lot to take in.

The kicker in this excursion came when Sherlock had pushed her behind him and up against a tree and placed his hand over her mouth when she went to ask him what he thought he was doing.

“Someone’s here.” He whispered quietly to her. She reached for his hand with wide eyes holding onto it for dear life.

His chest was beating fast nearly to the beat of hers as someone came and gone past them. Sherlock didn’t move from their position though as the person came back around to them moments later.

“Where are you little kiddies?” It wasn’t a voice either child had heard before but it didn’t sound good. Sherlock squeezed Molly’s hand and pulled her carefully around the tree that they were up against. He tried to move as quietly as he could after having been forced to turn out their only light source in such a dark place.

Molly was scared already thinking of the bad man who had sought them out. This had been a mistake to come out here, she knew that now more than ever.

As they drew further away from the voice that was starting to grow agitated at their shadow lurking Molly accidentally fell over a branch and elicited a yelp from her mouth. She covered her mouth when she did even with Sherlock trying to make sure she was okay. He turned to make sure that they were still safe but the sound of the wind whipping up around him made it clear that they were anything but that now.

He sighed, yanking Molly up and started off into a heavy sprint but they didn’t get far before they were cornered by the man.

Molly’s first thought when she saw his light shining at them was that it was bright then the next was that the man that had been trailing them was dirty and ugly. She tucked into Sherlock’s coat at his back out of fear.

“What do you want?” He was trembling just barely but still managed to keep composed in the face of danger. Molly admired that in him in this moment.

“Just a play a game, boy.”

“I think we’re good.”

“No!” The man shouted, causing birds to fly away from it. “You’ve seen me now you have to play.”

“We really didn’t get a good look. Right, Molly?” He looked over his shoulder at his friend who had tears in her eyes but as he smiled at her she seemed to gain a little resolve.

“That’s right.” She said.

“Can we go now?” Sherlock muttered after a few moments of the man staring at them with a look on his face that made it clear that he was anything but willing to let them go. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to find a way out. For Molly’s sake. He had dragged her out tonight when they both could have been sleeping.

“You can.” Another voice came from behind the man.

Sherlock gave out a sigh of relief when he noticed their guide, and an officer in training. “Perfect timing, Mr. Graham.”

“How many times…” He started, holding the knife close to the man’s neck. “Not the time for this. You kids go on back. There should be a ranger coming up shortly.”

Sherlock hesitated a moment. The man who was now looking every bit of upset at having his game ruined still seemed like a danger but he trust Graham for all that he was worth. An older and more capable fellow than he was.

Someday he would be stronger and he’d show them all what he could do. He vowed that now as he got into a crouch. “C’mon Molly. Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?” She angled her head a bit as she inched closer to his back.

“Of course, I’m sure. Hop on.”

He adjusted himself to her weight once she was on him and he slowly walked passed the two men.

It wasn’t until the next morning that he learned that the man had been wanted for the kidnapping and murder of several people who had come to these woods.

Greg had called them lucky but his parents had berated him for walking off like that. The only thanks he got was from Molly’s parents and the girl herself for making sure that she made it home safely after the whole ordeal.

Molly had sprained her ankle but it was a good thing she had broken in, then she feared it would have been so much worse for Sherlock.

“I hope this doesn’t mean you don’t want to explore with me anymore. I don’t make a habit of getting you harmed do I?”

Molly smiled at him shaking her head. “I trust you, Sherlock. I’m sure we’ll get in much trouble together next time.”

He was truly happy to have one person to go on adventures with. He looked forward to the next excursion that they would go on together. 

Mummy told him to wait right there and she would be right back. 15 minutes had already passed by and she was nowhere to be found and he was stuck standing by the watermelons.

Tsk.

What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t just stand there all day. People were starting to look at him like he was a idiot or really with concern. Concerned people made him fidget.

He got doted on enough from his mother and sometimes his father. he really didn’t know how to handle anyone else cooing at him.

He moved along the produce section keeping his head down for the most part as he looked around from his mom. Where could she have possibly gone off to? What had she said before she told him to wait?

He was drawing a blank.

It was when he had his head down once more that he bumped into someone and fell to the ground.

“Oof.” The person groaned from under him as he moved away. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled, his mother had always told him to be polite so he decided to try. The person he had ran into was a girl with brown hair that was separated into pigtails.

“‘s okay.” She said quietly as she sat up. “Are you alone?” Her nose twitching as she looked around them. People were staring. She was uncomfortable he realized as he outstretched his hand to her and once she grasped it he pulled her up to stand.

He shook his head. “Mummy went off somewhere. I thought she’d be back by now.”

“I’ll help you find her!” The girl exclaimed a bit loudly. “Sorry, I get excited sometimes. My name’s Molly.”

He nodded. “Sherlock Holmes.”

Molly began maneuvering herself between the adults with Sherlock following her. She seemed to know where she was headed and soon Sherlock found himself being look at by an older man.

“Dad, this is Sherlock. He lost his mum in the store.”

“She’s the one that’s probably lost.” He mumbled quietly. Molly’s dad having heard it chuckled.

“Well, let’s find her then. Molly and I are just about done with the list my wife gave me. We have nothing but time now before we checkout.”

Molly put her hand out for Sherlock to take. She had this look on her face that made him feel like she knew what was about to happen next and he should definitely hold onto her for the ride.

He was not as prepared as he was to take off into a sprint beside Molly as her father zoomed through the store only stopping when a familiar worried voice called out Sherlock’s name.

“Oh Sherlock! I’m so sorry for leaving you like that. I got caught in a conversation with an expecting family. Who are these nice people?” Sherlock marveled at how quickly his Mummy could go from worried and tearful to happy and curious.

“Hello.” Molly said as she dropped Sherlock’s hand and hid behind her father.

“Hi, I’m Robert Hooper and this is my dear Molly who found Sherlock and wanted to help.” He ruffled his daughter’s hair as she smiled coyly behind him. What a change in her as well to be so determined and then become shy at the face of an adult. 

Mummy crouched down to Molly’s level and pulled Sherlock into her side kissing him on the cheek. “Thanks for returning him to me. He’s very important to me.”

Molly nodded. “No problem.” She said.

Standing back to full height Mrs. Holmes addressed Robert. “Maybe we can get these two together sometime for a play date.”

Sherlock eyed Molly and gave her a crooked smile while the two adults kept talking. She moved from behind her dad for a moment and beamed at him.