had enough of his evil ways #Dystopian #Fantasy @sallymitchell17 @GoddessFish

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Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Sally Mitchell and her story Eden: The Eighth Day!

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I was brought up in a small country village in North Yorkshire, UK. I had always been brought up to work hard and to push myself, skills which came in useful for writing the Eighth Day. I suppose it also helped that I’ve always been a huge bookworm with a love of all things fantasy and all things romance. Pride and Prejudice is my all-time favourite.

Granted those genres are miles apart but I find something incredibly romantic about escaping to a world that has been lovingly created by an author. I enjoy trying to connect with them through their imagination, wondering where they were and what they were doing when they developed such magical worlds.

Writing my own novel was the best experience I’ve ever had career wise, and it makes the struggles I have faced in my past careers all worth the while.

After losing my career as a nurse following a car accident, I began a promising psychology career, even winning an award for my undergraduate degree. However, I became a single parent three years ago and sacrificed another dream to set up a laundry and ironing business, which enabled me to be at home with my son.

Despite many commitments, a further relationship breakdown and 3 family bereavements, I was determined to develop a rewarding career and make my little man proud.

That’s when I decided to begin a writing career and I developed the Eden Saga. Such a path enabled me to stay at home and give him all the extra support he needed whilst also having something for myself.

I’m now the happiest I’ve ever been, I’m closer to my son than ever and I’ve finally released my novel as an e-book which is available on all major platforms.

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I asked Sally Mitchell, “What is the best and most rewarding thing you find about being a writer? Want to share what you think is the worst and most frustrating thing you find about being a writer?” and here is the response.

Firstly, Thank you for having me here today. I’m very excited to be doing my first blog tour and hope you enjoy my guest post.

It’s a fantasy of so many to write. Upon announcing my intentions to do the same I was bombarded with comments like ‘Ooh I’ve always wanted to write a novel,’ and I say go for it. I think one of the primary boundaries people face when it comes to writing is self-doubt.

Even those, myself included, who do complete pieces of writing may be put off by critiques from peers. There is so much to learn about the craft it can be overwhelming and daunting when you receive edits on your work that pull it apart when you have poured your heart and soul into it. I would definitely argue that that has to be the worst part of writing. I dearly hope that the many lessons I have learned while writing ‘Eden: The Eighth Day’ will pay off when writing the second book in the series.

I would say though, if you are passionate about your craft, do not let others comments and perceptions affect you too much. Take the good advice and the positive comments and learn from them and take the less helpful with a pinch of salt.

Every writer out there has had a constructive criticism (or ten) at some point and the only way to improve is to keep on writing. At the end of the day you have to write for yourself. If you have fully immersed yourself in your writing and have loved the process, it will come across and more than that, you’ve had fun.

That is by far the best part about writing. Fun. I have always loved reading and the prospect of being able to control the writing process and create my perfect story was unbelievably tempting. When I write I become the characters; I live in their world, feel what they feel and essentially exist to complete their story.

It is the perfect form of escape from the mundane and difficult times and can really highlight the happy times. I often find that my own personal mood comes across in my writing. If I’m angry I set to writing a fight scene, if I’m happy; a love scene, if I’m scared; a scary scene. I believe this enhances the quality of the emotions and makes the characters real. For this reason, I find writing can be incredibly therapeutic too.

It is also very rewarding to complete a piece of work that you have poured everything into and read it through for the first time. It is such a challenging vocation with so many ups and downs, so many mountains to clime and hurdles to jump that to actually complete a novel for the first time is a very proud moment indeed.

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Welcome to Mendacia; The city of lies. Saved from a divine apocalypse, its citizens now starve. They are trapped beneath a fire-lit sky and surrounded by a molten river, all to pay for the sins of their ancestors.

The gods cursed the original generation with eternal life so that their skin would rot and their pain would always remind them of their own horrific crimes.

These demons now serve the tyrant emperor, Malum Dolus who uses them to terrorise the citizens, all in the name of maintaining order.

One woman, Vita Dulcas has had enough of his evil ways, but what could she possibly do to help the citizens? They love Malum and hate her, suspecting her of witchcraft after her survival of deadly snake bites. All she can do is stay invisible.

That is until she finds herself backed into a corner and all she can do is fight. Suddenly, she has more power than she could have ever imagined and it becomes clear she is Mendacia’s last hope.

If only she could make the citizens see the truth.

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‘But then he turned. Vita jumped with the motion, praying she didn’t look as hopeless as she felt, but as his head turned, his eyed skimmed past the lamb and landed on her own, searing into them as if nothing had ever changed. The darkness behind those beautiful eyes was a harsh reminder now though. A reminder of the awful secret they shared. She remembered looking up lovingly into those eyes – how wrong she had been. How dangerous he truly was. The ignorance of vanity, she thought.’

‘One by one, more of the citizens scaled the walls, marching a slow and silent trail through the remains of the battle, each to pay their own respects to the man who had taken on the demons and given them the hope of freedom.

With a cough, Empress Vesta began to speak from the balcony. ‘This has been a truly terrible day,’ she said. ‘One which will, I’m sure, weigh on our minds and hearts for some time to come. But, I decree that this man deserves a respectable death. Who will carry his body to the palace?’

Nico’s hand shot in the air, his other clasped on his chest. ‘I will.’

‘And me,’ said Kayin, pulling himself to his feet.

‘Me too,’ said the Survivor.

‘Yes,’ said another citizen.

‘Aye,’ said Domine Agil from behind Vesta.

She gazed down to see the sea of her citizens nodding and raising their hands, all eager to pay the man his final respects. She watched her son, the Survivor and Nico haul Theo’s body into the air. Another citizen helped to support his leg and the four of them began a slow exit from the arena, the brave sinner above their shoulders.’

‘Vita let the curtain drop behind her and walked confidently onto the balcony. She held her hands behind her back and stopped in the centre, standing silently for a moment to survey the faces below her. Some, she had seen before, others were strangers. Family men, drunkards, men of high and low standing, young boys and even arthritic old men, all here in an attempt to buy her and take her freedom.

She could feel her heart quickening and for a moment wondered what she was doing. She couldn’t see the Bilo brothers, which gave her cause for relief. A whistle echoed around the yard, followed by an eruption of laughter from the group of her potential husbands. She remained still, letting the sounds wash over her.

‘Just come to give us a taster ‘av yer love?’ She gazed down at the toothless source of torment and waited patiently for the ensuing laughter to die down.

‘Gentlemen,’ she began to speak slowly. ‘I stand before you today with faith. Faith in the goodness in each of you. I see many different faces below me. I see men I have known and respected, hardworking men, family men and loyal men. I see long standing friends of my father, people who I used to feel protected by. I see people who, like me, have suffered in this land. And I wonder if it is fear that makes such good men gather here today? You label me a witch, but you can see my flesh is just as vulnerable as yours. If I am cut I will bleed. I am not the one to fear.’

‘The sound of her mother’s dying scream echoed through Vita’s mind and everything stopped. Time seemed not to exist and with pure clarity only one thought surfaced: they must die. She barely felt the tension of the rusted chain as her wrists snapped the metal, with enough force to send her body backwards.

She watched as the pole splintered clean in two with the impact of the flail, right where her head would have been. The demon panicked and pulled the flail free, bringing it down again towards her. She couldn’t move fast enough this time and her hands came up, palms forward to protect her skull. She waited for the impact.

A few seconds passed and she heard a confused grunt. She dared to open an eye and stared, stunned. Her hands were emitting a sort of white/blue light, bright enough to light up the entire room. She gazed in wonder at the flail which had stopped mere millimetres from her palms and was floating calmly in circles. The demon pulled the weapon, but somehow his efforts were hopeless. The flail was stuck fast. She reached out with lightning reactions, grabbing it from the demon’s rotten hands and she could feel the centuries of cruelty the instrument had yielded. The light vanished, leaving only the darkness once more.

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Eden: The Eighth Day will be $0.99 during the tour. Amazon

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Sally Mitchell will be awarding $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. CLICK HERE to enter to Win! Readers, follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates and places can be found here: Tour Schedule

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Sally Mitchell, thank you for stopping by today!

Love & blessings to all! ❤

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10 thoughts on “had enough of his evil ways #Dystopian #Fantasy @sallymitchell17 @GoddessFish

  1. Sally Mitchell - Aspiring Author April 12, 2016 at 1:20 AM

    Thanks for having me 🙂 I’ll be around all day so feel free to ask me any questions you may have.

  2. Mary Preston April 12, 2016 at 2:52 AM

    A very interesting concept.

  3. Goddess Fish Promos (@GoddessFish) April 12, 2016 at 4:35 AM

    Thanks for hosting!

  4. nikolina84 April 12, 2016 at 5:40 AM

    I really enjoyed reading the excerpt, thank you!

  5. Mai Tran April 12, 2016 at 6:05 AM

    What is your writing routine? How do you discipline yourself to keep at it?

  6. Sally Mitchell - Aspiring Author April 12, 2016 at 6:30 AM

    Thanks for the comments. How do I discipline myself? Well that’s the tricky part, but I find I become sucked into the world and it’s all I can think about so I find I have to write. You’ve got to love the story you’re writing I suppose.

  7. Victoria April 12, 2016 at 12:56 PM

    Really great excerpt – thanks for sharing it 🙂

  8. H.B. April 12, 2016 at 1:56 PM

    Sounds interesting. Thank you for the post.

  9. Karla Sceviour April 12, 2016 at 8:49 PM

    Sounds great,thanks for sharing!

  10. momjane April 13, 2016 at 10:12 AM

    What an absolutely fascinating excerpt.

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