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win this swell book! [Aug. 12th, 2009|08:07 am]
kyle cassidy
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]
[music |roswell eating tiny little sea warriors]

I was on a panel at Worldcon with Chris Howard, author of Seaborn. Chris wanted to give me a copy of his new book, and I, of course, wanted to buy one, but heck, this one would be autographed -- so I told him I'd take the copy but I'd buy one and gift it and spread the win to three people.

So now's your chance to get a brand spanking new copy of Seaborn delivered right to your door!

Seaborn is the story of Kassandra, 19 year old princess of the sub-oceanic world. Though she has strange powers, she's trying to lead the life of an ordinary college student in California. Wait, why is a seaborn princess walking around on dry land? Well, she's been hidden there by her father because her grandfather the evil king wants to kill her to cement his power base and perform Great Evil. Kassandra has power over water, she can form an ice sword or ice armor in an instant, or compel drops of water to hurl themselves at a foe at incredible speeds. She fights spear-throwing humanoids from the deep and always manages to get her homework in on time (so far anyway, I'm about 1/4th of the way through it).

It reads very visually, as though you're watching a movie packed with mer-people action.

Enough of this! How do you get it? How do you get it?

Well, just write a story (350 words max) that includes Roswell and mer-people with underwater action (how does Roswell breathe underwater? I'll leave that to you), post it here, best one posted by Friday gets a copy of Seaborn delivered to them from amazon.com.


Roswell on the lookout for underwater warriors trying to attack the porch.

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[User Picture]From: jayphoenix
2009-08-12 02:49 pm (UTC)
What a GREAT excuse to write something :)

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“I told you it was k’atar, not kat’ar!” Morgan lambasted, staring longingly inland, bare feet tickled by the evening tide. “One simple spell to change us from Selkies into humans and you screw up!”

“She can’t say ‘sorry’,” Dylan pointed out to Morgan, dark eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “She can't say anything. Not like that.”

The siblings stared down at their younger sister, heads crooked to one side as the water lapped at their ankles.

“Miaow.”

Dark eyes stared up at them from a black and white, fur surrounded, face. Dainty paws skipped backwards as the waves approached; whiskers bristling as she avoided the encroaching water.

“Only one night a year to do this and you ruin it, Roswell!” Morgan sniped.

“What do we do now?” Dylan asked, hesitantly.

“Can YOU transmogrify someone else?” Morgan asked.

“No,” Dylan giggled, stifling it with one hand as his sister glared at him.

“What’s so funny?”

“She turned herself into a cat,” Dylan grinned. “And needs a transmoggyfication spell to turn her back.”

“Which we can’t do; we can only change ourselves,” Morgan sighed, pointedly ignoring the joke and looking back to the dark waves behind her. “So there is only one thing we can do; go home and ask Father for help.”

“Help?” Dylan gulped. “Is that before or after Neptune locks us in the shoals?!”

“Not us,” Morgan winked, slyly. “We simply followed Roswell to the surface and saw her miscast the spell. It’s lucky we were here to cast a simple water-breathing spell and bring her back.”

“But it was your idea …” Dylan started then grinned, catching on. “And Father may just keep her that way to teach her a lesson, so Ros can’t let the ‘cat out of the bag’ … erm, where IS Roswell?”

“Dammit!” Morgan exclaimed as the Selkie in catform, tail rigid, ran into the night.

“You’d better hope you find some nice people to take care of you, Roswell!” Morgan shouted after her, grabbing Dylan’s hand and diving into the water; silver scales gleaming in the night air, they vanished into the deep.
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[User Picture]From: jayphoenix
2009-08-12 02:52 pm (UTC)
... do you know how HARD it was to keep that to 350 words? :o) *swoon*
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[User Picture]From: spacedlaw
2009-08-12 03:08 pm (UTC)
I can guess: My story was 473 words when I finished it...

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[User Picture]From: jayphoenix
2009-08-12 03:13 pm (UTC)
As I am attempting to write 52 short stories in one year - in an effort to learn discipline and committment - my edit-fu skills are strong; I got my piece down from 420+ words to the 350 ... finally ;o)
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[User Picture]From: spacedlaw
2009-08-12 03:17 pm (UTC)
I am used to write 100 words stories so the clipping is getting easier.
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