Sticking with the theme, I’m
sharing this:Harness Your Creative Impulses
Impulses imply a sense of intuition, a knowingness. These urges are partdesire andpart whim. They’re oftenblended
with inclination, that polite little push that asks us to do something.
These affirmations and the candle magic can help you amplify that gentle tug into
actionable drive and motivation to get you creating!
AFFIRMATIONS:
I am intuitive. I am urged to create my art/stories/music.
The world needs my art/stories/music now.
I hear the voice of the Universe (or insert deity name
here). Whisper to me, that I may create my art in your honor.
CANDLE MAGIC:
Dress a silver candle (from the wick down) with a focus on
bringing artistic intuitiveness into your being. Light it and sit in a
comfortable spot. Gaze on the flame and imagine that as the universe whispers
to you. At first, imagine its voice sounds like a static radio station, but the
more you focus the more the voice becomes clear. Imagine it speaking to you and
making suggestions about of the images in your artwork, the characters and plot
of your story, or the key, melody and tempo of your song.
ways to increase this:
(do any or all)
-ring the candle with 3,6, or 9 moonstones
-perform it on a Monday under a waxing moon
Waxing Moon Mondays in 2023:
January 30,
February 27, March 27, April 24, May 29, June 26, July 24 & 31
August 28,
September 25, October 23, November 20, December 18 & 25
-place oak or willow leaves under each moonstone
-burn jasmine incense
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What NYT Bestselling Author Christopher Golden had to say
about Covenant with the Devil:
"...a unique and twisted journey of action, horror, and
urban fantasy, packed with cool ideas.
In a genre where so much feels the same, it’s a pleasure to encounter a
writer who has found a different muse."
About Covenant with the Devil, book 1 of the Immanence Series:
Jovienne wants to be a slayer, but first she’ll have
to survive the test.
Orphaned at age nine, divine intervention upgraded
Jovienne’s DNA and placed her in training with Andrei, a handsome but haunted
recluse who taught her to kill. She excelled at every task, crushing hard and
striving to impress him, unaware of his lies.
When her test is at hand, he reveals a partial truth
that leaves her reeling. Worse, her demon opponent reads her mind and uses her
tragic past and unrequited emotions against her. Unprepared for the
non-physical aspects of this fight, Jovienne is overpowered. Desperate and on
the cusp of death, her long-suppressed magic resurfaces.
Forced to do terrible things to survive, Jovienne
struggles afterward. Without her consent, she’s been remade as an angel. This
further enhancement makes her nearly immortal, but she’s bound in holy
servitude. Forever.
A possessor demon, having heard she used magic
during her test, comes to town and takes an attractive new host. He claims he
can help her break her sacred shackles – for a price. Jovienne could have the
freedom she craves but obtaining it would prove she’s the monster she fears
she’s become.
This series is boldly irreverent and the twist in
book three is mind-blowing. It has everything: angels and demons, ghosts, old
magic and flaming swords, engaging and flawed characters, as well as
universe-shattering plot twists. What’s more, it blends fantasy, horror, and
science fiction in fascinating ways. This isn’t a pinch of genre crossover,
this one packs more of a punch. If that’s not enough, there’s the author’s art inside
(we at Igni House Publications hope you have a full color device) and a CD of
music she wrote and produced for the series streaming on most channels!
If you’re looking for a genre-smashing series where
you can’t guess what’ll happen next, read this series. All of it. You’ll be
glad you did.
The Immanence Series
Book One
Linda Robertson Reinhardt
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Igni House Publishing
Date of Publication: Oct 31, 2022
ISBN: 9781685440077
ASIN: B0BKJXJZMY
Number of pages: 506 pages
Word Count: 118,000
Cover Artist: Linda Robertson Reinhardt
Book Description:
After a car crash killed her family and left her in a coma, divine intervention provided Jovienne with a set of enhanced skills and directed her into Andrei’s care. He’s instructed her through years of intense demon slayer training.
Before sending her into the grueling final test, Andrei reveals a truth he’s kept hidden: if she passes, she will be transformed into an angel. His deception threatens to undermine her efforts, but after the hard-won battle, Jovienne is remade.
She quickly realizes this isn’t the life she was promised, and it isn’t what she wants. But there’s more to Andrei’s secrets and lies, and, worse, the man she trusted has manipulated her into eternal servitude.
Good thing she has a few secrets of her own. They might be the only thing that could set her free.
Listen to the Immanence
Soundtrack
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/qG3suMw5SvQ
Amazon
Excerpt
Book One
While washing up
the dinner dishes, Andrei heard Jovienne’s door open down the hall. She called,
“Sun’s gonna set soon. You ready?”
He rinsed the
last dish and placed it in the rack. “Yeah. Are you?” He moved to lean in the
doorway, drying his calloused hands on a dishtowel.
On one knee,
Jovienne tightened the lacing on her boot. “Almost.”
He glanced
around the empty living room where they sometimes sparred. The walls had been
drab green long before they moved in. Stains marred the ceiling, some from age
and others from leaks. The floor wasn’t much better. Worn and dark, the boards
had little shine left. They all creaked under foot.
He imagined the
abhadhim had far better living quarters than this. Though he was stuck here, she
wasn’t. She deserved better.
She stood and
tossed her head, resettling her long mane of black hair. Rocking from her heels
to her toes, she tested the feel of the footwear, then approached the wide
wooden cabinet. As usual, she studied the weapons on the shelves. She always
started by loading her pockets with throwing stars. Next, she would strap
leather dagger sheaths to her wrists.
He smiled to
himself when she did just that. He knew her well.
Her every move
seemed part of a dance, a choreographed routine she’d performed for years. He
noted every detail as her fingers worked those buckles. Nails trimmed short. A
web of pale, thin scars marked the brown skin of her hands, badges earned in the
mastery of all those blades.
She was a fierce
sparring partner who would seize the tactical advantage. A clever and competent
student and a serious young woman whose beauty drew the eye, he admired
everything about her. She embodied much more than he ever aspired to be.
He could not
have been more proud.
He wanted to
tell her the news, but a lump swelled in his throat. Revealing the news would
bring his tears. He had to master his emotion first. He’d been tough on her. Couldn’t
ruin that now and risk her remembering him as a sniveling fool.
Still, he’d have
to say those words soon. Too soon. But not yet.
She gave him the
once over in a glance. “You going empty-handed?”
On a normal
night, he’d already have his sword on his belt and daggers on his hips. But he
didn’t need gear tonight.
His stomach
churned. Each minute brought him closer to their parting. He didn’t know what
zone she’d get, but it was possible he’d never see her again. Every second felt
precious. More so because she didn’t know what awaited her tonight. She didn’t
have to carry the weight of their inevitable goodbye. For now, he carried the
bittersweet burden for her.
You need her far
more than she ever needed you.
Every healthy
thing in his life stemmed from her. Not just the training routine or emphasis
on nutrition. He gained stability from being her teacher. Pushing her physical
abilities to ever-better levels required him to be engaged and sharp. And it
kept old weaknesses at bay. With her, he achieved his best self.
Still, the need
to atone for mistakes of the past haunted him.
His highest,
best hope for her entailed a successful future that justified what had been
taken from her. She’d had a family. He hadn’t been so lucky.
She slid daggers
into the wrist sheaths and retrieved her short jacket from the peg by the door.
As the coat settled on her shoulders, the costume jewels of the collar pin
sparkled in the light. Andrei grimaced and the knot in his gut twisted tighter.
He’d given her
the decorative lapel dagger on her sixteenth birthday. Just over three years
ago. That night should have been a happy memory. Instead, an unforgettable
trauma etched into his mind.
That night she’d
touched him. The child he raised had declared herself a woman and offered
herself to him.
He’d refused
her. Morally, ethically, it was his only option. He was the only man in her
life. She had a teenage crush. It was understandable. Predictable, even.
But it wasn’t
easily dismissed.
Disgusted with
himself at how quickly he’d grown hard under her hand, all his self-loathing
coiled into his throat as he rejected her. His tone had been harsh and
critical, bursting with his need to prevent her from ever tempting him again.
In hindsight,
he’d been too forceful. Bullish, even. Her defeated expression and posture told
him his words had landed like fists. He fled from her room praying he hadn’t
done the one thing he never meant to do: break her will.
Jovienne proved
too resilient to break, but the incident cost them. Their closeness evaporated.
A rift opened, impossible to bridge. The pin on her lapel became a jeweled
reminder of the day they destroyed their sense of family. All that remained was
teacher and student.
As it should
have been all along.
A new ferocity
developed in her training regimen afterward. As if she’d discarded secret
feelings that had held her back. Or she’d developed new emotional armor.
Either way, it
would serve her well in the future. Starting tonight.
The Immanence Series
Book Two
Linda Robertson Reinhardt
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Igni House Publishing
Date of Publication: November 14, 2022
ISBN: 9781685440084
Number of pages: 440
Word Count: 99,000
Cover Artist: Linda Robertson Reinhardt
Book Description:
Jovienne and Andrei face a new battle —each other. Andrei has embraced an ultra-religious mindset and sees her magical power heresy. Jovienne feels so persecuted at home she leaves. She wants to build a new life, yet the Call continues.
Whenever a demon arrives, she must slay it.
Not all of the demons seem evil, though, and she struggles with the work. Worse, Lucifer still wants her for her strange abilities. She turns to a local occult shop for help understanding her power. Too late, she learns she’s put them in serious danger.
Excerpt
Book Two:
Jovienne pointed
at him, hand trembling with anger. “Don’t blame me for what you lost. I begged
you to leave. You stayed. Like you said, choices have consequences.”
“You don’t care
what your evil witchcraft cost me, do you?”
Her mouth
opened, but she wasn’t willing to voice her first thoughts. “I wish more than
anything you would have left.” You wouldn’t have been in danger, and I wouldn’t
have done what I did to save you. Her eyes burned. Unwilling to cry in front of
him, she left.
Even without the
boots, her heels thudded on the cracked linoleum.
“Jovienne,”
Andrei called.
Ms. Davis, the
neighbor downstairs, thumped her ceiling at the noise.
Jovienne didn’t
care. She stomped down the hall and slammed her door. In her darkened bedroom,
she stared out the front bay window.
Moving back in
was stupid. I was naïve to think we could avoid this fight.
She fought both
the tears and the scream building in her throat by concentrating on the lights
beyond the glass and measuring her breaths.
Andrei flung open
her door without knocking.
She spun.
His face
contorted and he twisted and smacked the switch up. Harsh light filled the
room.
He remained
silent a beat longer than she expected.
“You’re an angel
now. You can’t act like a spiteful child.”
His expression
and tone conveyed calm, but the flush in his face and his white-knuckled hand
on the doorknob said otherwise. His dominant pose declared his control of the
room.
But she saw he didn’t
have control of himself.
She activated
the quickening to give herself an extra moment to think.
He’d always been
a firm teacher. When she first started besting him in sparring matches, he
resorted to taunting her to make her lose her temper. She’d seen right through
the bully tactics.
He’d done the
same thing in the kitchen, but this time they weren’t physically sparring.
She’d fallen for
it and let him use her emotional investment against her.
Though he
blocked the doorway with his body, he was not a threat. Not physically. But his
beliefs were. He didn’t care if she was a slave. Worse, he felt the servitude
was an honor.
She released the
quickening and sank onto the bed, staring at the floor between them. Her throat
remained tight from her unvoiced scream and when she spoke, it hurt. “Moving
back in seemed like a great idea.” She looked up. “Last night, I thought we
were on common ground.
But today you’re
acting as if you expect to pick up right where we left off.”
His brows knit.
“Aren’t we?”
“You’re not my
teacher anymore, Andrei. And you never were my father.”
His shoulders
sagged. He released the doorknob and raked fingers through his hair.
“You’re right.”
The words stood for but a second before he straightened and hurried on. “If I
hadn’t failed to nurture your spiritual path—”
“Stop.”
“—if I had
only—”
“Stop!”
Andrei winced,
then clamped his jaw.
She stood. “There are
two things you need to get through your head right now. One, I cannot forget
what I learned from you or what I learned from my gramma. Not even if I wanted
to. And two, you don’t get to instruct me anymore. If you have an opinion about
what I should think or do or how I should live my life, you will keep it to
yourself.”
The Immanence Series
Book Three
Linda Robertson Reinhardt
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Igni House Publishing
Date of Publication: Nov 28, 2022
ISBN: 9781685440091
Number of pages: 635
Word Count: 148,000
Cover Artist: Linda Robertson Reinhardt
Series Tagline: A renegade angel once changed human society forever… now a new angel will change it again.
Book Description:
Jovienne’s quest to understand her power and claim her freedom leads to a shocking discovery--one that will shake the foundations of modern society and sends her straight to Hell.
Bewitching Excerpt:
Martyr
Jovienne found a
box of Jade Oolong tea, filled the kettle, and set on the burner.
Samedi sauntered
to the doorway and leaned on the far side of the casing. He blew a puff of
smoke and watched her. He’d put the cane away again.
“So, Trouble, do
you have any fuckin’ idea what you did back there?”
The nickname
couldn’t compare with Black Diamond Woman, but it didn’t entirely
displease her. “Without dirt under my feet, I had to draw on the electricity
somehow. So I pulled it straight from the wires.”
He shook his
head and laughed softly. “The fuck you did.”
Offended, she
leaned on the counter.
“Are you not
going to ask me what you did do?”
“If you have
something helpful to add, by all means, say it so I can decide if I believe
you.”
He touched his
chest as if wounded. “I’m trying to help you.”
“Really?” She
crossed her arms. “Sitting back and judging seems more your style.”
“Like you’re
doing now?”
“You’re not
denying it.”
“Neither are
you.”
She arched a
brow.
Samedi gave her
a judgmental once over. “My ‘style’ is malleable,” he said, “adjusting to fit
the moment, but fuck you just the same for being a rude bitch.”
Jovienne had
learned a lot from spirited chats with Andrei and Eitan and Araxiel. She sensed
no threat from Samedi, but saw an amused gleam, and perhaps a playful
challenge, in his eyes. It reminded her of the first time she met Araxiel.
“Maybe you
should start over, because from where I stand, you’re the rude bitch.
You’re acting superior, hoping I’ll change my demands. Or forget them. But I
won’t.” She nodded toward the other room where Nathan sat. “What happened at
the morgue just threw a lot of responsibility on my shoulders.”
“I’m relieved as
fuck to hear you understand the gravity of the situation.” Samedi shifted to
lean on the closer side of the doorway. “I see why you think you rerouted
electricity to power your magic, but it only proves you don’t know shit about
electricity.”
“Demon slaying
doesn’t usually involve—” She stopped. In the last week, very little lined up
with what she’d trained for. Giving him her back, she opened the cupboard and
searched for a coffee cup. “Electricity wasn’t in the curriculum.”
“Of course not.
An abhadhon isn’t supposed to have what you have.”
“A nephilim
bloodline. Yeah. I know.” She chose a Shang-Chi mug and dropped the tea bag in.
“You
shouldn’t be an abhadhon.”
“I didn’t ask
for it.” She pushed the mug closer to the kettle then recrossed her arms.
“Again, if you have something helpful to add, say it.”
His gaze flitted
from the kettle to the mug and on to the floor as he considered. She waited.
Finally, his eyes found hers. “You wouldn’t compare a nine-volt battery to a
nuclear power plant because you understand enough to know that would be a
fuckin’ stupid thing to say. Yet you called the power electricity. That tells
me you’re ignorant.”
She turned away.
Samedi grabbed
her arm and jerked her back. “That’s not an insult. It’s truth. The only remedy
for ignorance is learning, so put your ego aside and let me teach you
something.”
Jovienne
pointedly glanced at his hand on her arm. He released her.
“Your mind made
the leap straight to Frankenstein,” he said. “I get why,but forget that shit.
Electricity and lightning can’t bring long-dead people back to fuckin’ life. You
didn’t pull electricity from the transformers down the street. That power is
crude, small, and rudimentary. It wouldn’t want to go through you.”
“Why not?”
“You aren’t
negative.”
“I could
introduce you to someone who’d say you’re wrong.”
“And I may well
agree with them, but I’m talking about polarity, not attitude.”
The water
boiled. She lifted the kettle and poured into the mug.
Samedi leaned on
the doorway casing again. “Every switch has a ground wire—literally a wire that
runs into the fuckin’ ground. Positive electrical charge is attracted to
negative electrical charge, so any excess of positive follows the wire down and
disburses into the ground.”
“Are you saying
I reconnected the disbursed energy and brought it up?”
“No. I’m saying
you couldn’t have used electricity because it doesn’t exist in the place you
drew from.”
“If not
electricity what was it?” She raised and lowered the tea bag by the string,
glad for something to do with her hands. “Ley energy?”
“Fuck no.” The
note of his voice dropped. “This came from a place deeper down.”
She lowered the
bag slowly and let the string go. “How deep?”
“Add some sugar.
It will do him good.”
“How deep?”
“Take him the
tea. Then we continue.”
Jovienne let the
tea steep while she searched for the sugar. Finding nothing but a few pink
packets of Sweet-n-Low, she waggled them at Samedi.
“It’ll do.”
She finished
preparing the tea and took it to Nathan. After passing it to him, she
straightened. Samedi halted close behind her. “What?”
“Knowing without
understanding has made you hard. And dangerous.” He offered his hand. “Are you
ready?”
“To
what?”
“To understand.”
The vortex opened behind him.
She’d demanded
to talk to the Angel of Death. Looked like he was going to let her.
Linda Robertson Reinhardt is an internationally published novelist and her short stories have appeared in several anthologies. In 2022, she released The Immanence Series, a dark fantasy trilogy for which she created the covers and all the interior artwork. A life-long musician, she’s also an award-winning composer, so it’s no surprise she also wrote and produced a 72-minute original orchestral score to accompany the new books. She has even scored a few short, independent films. Her music is available on most streaming channels. She is also a graphic artist and a painter, and her artwork is available through Redbubble. If that’s not enough, she makes jewelry and hand-blends/hand-bottles fragrances that she sells on her Etsy store. A mother of four boys, Linda is married and lives in Ohio.

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