11 Mar 2015

“IN SEARCH OF A REVOLUTION” – Pre-release #Excerpt

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ISoaR Kindle CoverTwo more weeks until my new novel IN SEARCH OF A REVOLUTION will be released on March 26th. Below is the blurb and an excerpt to whet your appetite (you can already pre-order the book on Amazon)

In 1918 young Zacharias Nielsen boards a ship in Copenhagen to join the Red Guards in the Finnish Civil War. Encouraged by an idolised teacher with communist leanings, he follows the call for help from his Nordic Comrades, despite his privileged background. His best friend, Ansgar, has opposing political ideals to Zacharias but, for his own personal reasons, finds himself soon stuck in the Scandinavian North with Zacharias and Raisa, a Finnish nurse who helps them in their new life. Through the years that follow the brotherly war the trio see the political landscape in Finland and Europe change as Communists and Fascists try to make their mark and attempt to change the world order. Our heroes must find their own personal and ideological place in these turbulent times as friendship, honour, idealism and love triangles bring out some personal truths. JK002 The book spans almost thirty years of history and the various Finnish conflicts: Civil War, Winter War, Continuation War and the Lapland War. Watch the political and personal self discovery of characters in search of their own revolution.

Here is a short excerpt from the book:

Chapter 1: A Tavern in Copenhagen, January 1918

copenhagen-237561_640Zacharias Nielsen’s mind was full of joyous anticipation, so much, he could hardly stay put in his seat. Even when he was sitting his legs were shaking fast and his hands were rubbing nervously up and down his trouser legs. The thought of the ship journey tomorrow morning was almost too much to bear. An electric pulse ran down his spine whenever the thought recurred: It was really happening.  The tavern was dark so Zacharias had to strain his eyes whenever someone entered the room. He sat on a hard wooden bench behind a long narrow trestle table near one of the corners so he could see both the entrance and the serving bar. His drinking companion and dear friend, Ansgar, could not help smiling.  “I’ll be missing your over-excitement the most,” he said. Zacharias shrugged his shoulders, smiled and continued to stare at the entrance to the tavern. in search of a revolution - redoneIn the summer this place was always heaving with bicycle messengers and postmen who came to unwind after their shifts, but tonight it was almost empty and the two had the large table all to themselves. The tavern was located in the basement of a large stone building near the government buildings, several few steps down from the cobblestone pavement, and with its low ceilings it always felt dark and cozy, even in the summer. In winter, the early nightfall turned the countryside too soon to darkness, and the resulting lack of custom gave the place an empty and incomplete feeling.  With the days so short, it always felt as if it were much later than it actually was, and somehow that seemed to persuade most of the regulars to go home earlier, or not to come out drinking at all.  Beside the two friends, only a handful of customers were there, all chatting quietly instead of engaged in often noisy arguments and beer-fuelled discussions. images (5)“Where is everybody?” Zacharias asked, his eyes scouring the dark interior “Everyone’s been invited!” He took off his cap and ran his hand through his curly blond hair before putting the cap back on. Even though he was wearing thick grey trousers and a heavy winter coat, he looked unhealthily slim, an impression that was not helped by his pale complexion and his restless behaviour. “It’s cold and dark,” Ansgar pointed out calmly. Much taller and stronger built than his friend and blessed with handsome dark looks, he was physically and emotionally a stark contrast to Zacharias. “It’s hardly tempting to leave your house, especially to celebrate that you are leaving all of your friends.” “Do you think they disapprove?” Zacharias asked. MarshallCG“Who can say?” Ansgar replied and took a sip from his beer. “Joining the war in Finland on the side of the Reds will impress some of them, of that I am sure. They might not to turn up because they haven’t got the guts to do it themselves.” “Who wouldn’t be jealous?” Zacharias said, sonding naïve and proud at the same time. “It’s the opportunity of this century, to eradicate the divide between rich and poor and to bring all humans together. Imagine what the world will be like when the revolution has come? Ansgar, that’s a much better cause to fight for than the assassination of an Austrian heir to the throne.” “I wish you were right,” Ansgar said, trying to sound serious, but the enthusiasm of his friend was infectious and he couldn’t help smiling. “About the revolution or my friends?” Zacharias asked. suojeluskunta2“Both!” Ansgar said and winked. Zacharias shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back into the room, which he continued to scan for new arrivals. “Not everyone is like you,” Ansgar explained. “I still remember when I joined your school and the other students called me a pig and the poor farmer’s child. The endless fist fights for my honour and how nobody but you would ever speak to me at first. You never joined their banter and instead offered me a place in your life. You treated me as an equal even though you came from a far more privileged background.” “The others soon did the same,” Zacharias reminded him. “Yes, once they all learned how big my father’s pig farm was and how wealthy,” Ansgar replied dismissively. “You were a friend regardless,” he said and smiled at his friend briefly with warmth before adding in a more concerned tone: “Don’t expect much of that fraternity in Finland in the heat of a revolution. Old prejudices will always remain and no ideology can erase them from people’s minds. You’ll always be a little too posh in the eyes of your comrades, I reckon.” “Nonsense,” Zacharias replied. “I made friends with you, the farmer’s boy. I shall do the same in Finland.” “Still, your lack of prejudice separates you from the rest of us,” Ansgar said and took a sip of his beer. “It’s your strength and your weakness.” “It’s unity that makes us strong,” Zacharias replied animatedly. “Even if your family had been as poor as everyone assumed, you had a lot to contribute. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t know how to fight for myself. I was considered a weakling until you taught me the ropes of boxing and how to stand up to attackers. I wouldn’t dare go to a war were it not for your lessons in that regard.” 83942_kuva“In that case, I wish I hadn’t taught you,” Ansgar said in a serious tone but with a broad smile. “I don’t want to lose a friend because the Grand Duchy of Finland can’t make up its mind what kind of country it is going to be. I’d rather you got injured in the boxing ring.”

The book on Amazon: http://smarturl.it/SearchofRevolution

and on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25113498-in-search-of-a-revolution

Meanwhile “The Luck of the Weissensteiners”, my first historical novel about Slovakia during WW2 is part of a multi-author $.099 10 book box set: “At Odds with Destiny”

Bestselling, critically acclaimed, and notoriously creative authors from across the book continuum join forces to bring you At Odds with Destiny, everything you’ve wanted in a boxed set but thought you’d never find: full-length novels brimming with myth, fantasy, mystery, history, romance, drama, originality, heroism, and suspense. Finding themselves at odds with destiny, the characters in these stories fight to shape their future and define who they are. Come follow them in their amazing journeys.

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Short Biography:

Christoph Fischer was born in Germany, near the Austrian border, as the son of a Sudeten-German father and a Bavarian mother. Not a full local in the eyes and ears of his peers he developed an ambiguous sense of belonging and home in Bavaria. He moved to Hamburg in pursuit of his studies and to lead a life of literary indulgence. After a few years he moved on to the UK where he now lives in a small hamlet, not far from Bath.  He and his partner have three Labradoodles to complete their family.

Christoph worked for the British Film Institute, in Libraries, Museums and for an airline. ‘The Luck of The Weissensteiners’ was published in November 2012; ‘Sebastian’ in May 2013 and The Black Eagle Inn in October 2013. “Time To Let Go” , his first contemporary work was published in May 2014, and “Conditions” in October 2014. His medical thriller “The Healer” was released in January 2015.

He has written several other novels which are in the later stages of editing and finalisation.

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04 Dec 2013

Travis Luedke Book Tour – THE SHEPHERD

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I rarely participate in blog tours because as bloggers we don’t tend to know what the book is like before er sing up for the tour.

On this occasion however I was extremely lucky to find a truly excellent book that I whole-heartedly can recommend.

“The Shepherd” by Travis Luedke is a paranormal thriller slash romance for young adults, the emphasis on adult. It is the kind of book that will probably not be in the high school library but one that most high school kids would like to find there and will find someplace else.
Luedke freshens up the genre by writing a book about how kids really are, not how they are written in young adult books to please the parents. The kids are hormone driven, obnoxious at times and are still finding their bearings in the world – and they certainly don’t just hold hands. Lifelike and real. The realistic writing style is the strongest part of this book.

The story is expertly told with several strands of plot intertwining: The rivalry of our hero Mike with other high school boys, the odd relationship Mike has with his best female friend Anita and his encounters with the mysterious Nadia.
Mike has school, family issues and then he has visions that keep flashing in front of his eyes, intuition that changes his perspective and lets him see into the future. But the past also catches up with him.

The main characters are excellently chosen and there is an unpretentiousness and fundamental realism in this set up that makes this a very easy and for this reader a very rewarding experience. Innovative and original, at times witty and very humorous, at others action driven and full of suspense this is a book that could easily achieve cult status amongst the younger readers and have us older ones look over their shoulders with keen interest. Very well done.

 

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About the Author

Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy Thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it.

As the author of the Nightlife Series novels, Travis lives very vicariously through his writings. He invites you to enjoy his macabre flights of fancy, but be warned: The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

 

 

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Excerpt

Chapter 1

 

Thursday, September 9th, 5:15 p.m.

 

Shit happens, life happens, but for some reason it happens to me a lot.

 

I was kinda hoping life would give me a break – maybe crap on somebody else for a while.

 

Yeah, right.

 

I mean, look at Justin Shelby.  I’m sitting here in my car, in the McDonald’s drive through, and what is he doing?  He’s climbing up the side of the damn playcenter.  Probably faded on prescription pills he stole from his mom.  This guy is begging for life to hit him upside the head.  But it never does.

And then there’s his buddy, Tommy Schroeder, goading him on.

 

“Do it man!  You’re almost there!”

 

One of the wrestling elite of Moses Lake High School, Tommy’s mere presence inspired Justin to new heights of idiocy.  Justin scaled the side of the outdoor playcenter like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible.

 

Justin skated religiously, a regular at the downtown Moses Lake skatepark across from the Aquatic Center.  Like most of us skaters, he was thin, moderately athletic, and had a strong sense of balance from endless hours busting his ass on the concrete.  Climbing the playcenter wasn’t any more dangerous than the skate tricks we recorded and posted to YouTube.

 

He quickly reached the apex, damn spider monkey.  He stood exalted atop the dome of the airplane-shaped plastic toy.  An elementary kid inside gawked up at him from the Plexiglas window.

 

“This is classic!”  Tommy whipped out his cell phone and started recording.

 

Looked like a good idea to me, so I did the same.  You never know what folly you might catch on video.  I mean, this was live action stuff.  I could be ten seconds away from a viral Youtube video, Gangnam Style.

 

Tommy encouraged Justin’s antics with loud catcalls.  Justin proclaimed his status as king of the hill, arms held high.

 

“Yeah bitches, hell yeah!”  Justin yelled and hooted at the top of his lungs, pumping his fists in the air.

 

I narrated to my potential audience of millions, “This is a flagrant violation of the rules.” I panned my cellphone camera over to the placard by the entry gate and zoomed in to catch a clear shot of the playcenter rules.  “There it is folks, rule number three:  No climbing outside the playcenter.  And we can’t forget rule number four:  No children over the age of fourteen allowed.  For the record, Justin is sixteen.”

 

Returning to the action, I caught Tommy’s upturned face lit with excitement, and then slid the view up the playcenter to Justin.  “There’s the big man, putting on a show for his new best friend.”

 

It kinda stung in a way I didn’t like to admit, that Justin was doing all this for Tommy.  A couple months ago, Justin was my best friend, my idiot.  Or so I had thought.

 

But Tommy was cool.  Popular and wealthy, he also happened to be one of the biggest arrogant pricks in my class, and Justin’s ticket into the ‘cool crowd.’

 

“Always trying to prove something.”  I shook my head.

 

Tommy and I don’t get along so well.  It’s a Rachelle thing.  One of those life things that happens to me so often.

 

I should just keep my mouth shut and catch some choice video, but you know what they say, the observer always affects the observed …

 

“Hey ass munch, get down before you break your neck!”

 

Justin’s head whipped around to the sound of my voice, causing his body to sway with the sudden movement.  As soon as he spotted me parked in the drive-through a nasty smirk bloomed across his face.  In a moment of sublime inspiration, Justin dropped his pants with a show of lily-white butt cheeks.  He obviously hadn’t seen me recording with my cell phone.

 

Tommy noticed me too.  “How about a double McAss burger Mikey?”

 

He loves to call me Mikey.  He knows I hate it.  No one but Tommy calls me Mikey.

 

The girl delivering my cheeseburger held her hand over her mouth to cover her braces as she giggled and snarfed at the sight of Justin’s naked rump shaking back and forth while he taunted, “It’s a full moon tonight Mikey.  Hope you enjoy the view!”

 

Perfect.  Now Justin’s calling me Mikey.  God I hate that name.

 

“It’s Michael, asshole!  And thanks for the killer video.  Goin’ straight to Facebook.”  I held my cell phone out the window for him.

 

Justin looked back over his shoulder in surprise, attempting to pull up his pants at the same time.  The knee-jerk reaction caused him to lose his delicate balance atop the apex of the plastic airplane.  He fell onto his right side, and slithered down the side of the playcenter.  His hands shot out across the smooth surface, clawing, seeking a grip.  There was nothing to grab.

 

I watched him slide inexorably down the outside of the playcenter, pants and underwear still down around his thighs.  He tried rolling into position for a feet-first landing.  The maneuver would’ve worked if not for the fence being so close to the playcenter.  The bright yellow, powder-coated aluminum fence that had aided his climb to the top now blocked his landing on the way down.

 

Justin’s momentum came to an abrupt halt as he hit the top of the fence ass first.

 

I cringed and almost ruined the shot.  “That’s gotta hurt.”

 

Justin’s blood-curdling scream of agony made my skin crawl.  He sat there, squealing like a stuck pig.  The top section of fence tubing had impaled him where the sun don’t shine.  Pegged in the holiest of holies, he had two inches of aluminum post going in through the out door.

 

“Oh my god this is insane!”

 

I saved the ninety-three second video clip of Justin on my smart phone and posted it directly to my Facebook timeline.  I had a momentary twinge of conscience.  I mean, he was still crying, and Tommy was trying to climb the fence to help him.  It looked really painful.

 

“I can always delete it later …”

 

I was gonna call for help, but Tommy already had his phone out as Justin yelled in his face, “Call 911!”

 

I only had a few minutes to get to work.  As I drove off, I thought about taking that video down.  I probably should have.  But it only took fifteen minutes for my video clip to find its way to over 200 students at Moses Lake High School, shared over and over to dozens of Facebook profiles.  My first ever viral video.

 

I guess life happens to Justin Shelby too.

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