What I’m publishing next …

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I joined Patreon initially to get my novels about Isu Magan published. I released Vintrig’s Kingdom in November 2017 and Vintrig’s Throne is due for release shortly!
Although I did a lot of the work myself and managed to call in favours regarding the formatting, pagination and artwork, I needed a source of income to pay for promotion. I wasn’t expecting a massive amount, just enough to enable me to pay for the first book to be promoted in order to increase sales.
Now that Vintrig’s Throne is due to be published very soon (!) I need more money to promote it in a variety of ways. As I am currently self-employed in my new business, it’s more important to me than ever to be able to continue to promote my books.
I have so many more books to share with the world; my fantasy series “The Kaerling”, my poetry…

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This year I have been unable to send out my usual quarterly Newsletter due to moving house and setting up a new business!
But I am now preparing my Newsletter for March 2018! The story that began in The Essence of Thyme and continued in The Oil of Sage, will conclude in The Attar of Chervil! I also share with my readers new poems as well as telling them something about my real life in a short editorial.
If you are already a subscriber to my Newsletter you should have received an email from me a couple of weeks ago, asking if you still wanted to receive it. If you’ve not seen the email yet, please check your Junk and Spam folders. If you do wish to continue to receive my creativity 4 times a year, please make sure you get back to me BEFORE 31st January 2018…

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Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 24.11.17 Delphinus

He raced through the briny deeps, his sleek, torpedolike form cutting rapidly through the waves. His attention was drawn to a sonar blip he could see before him. It was a human, struggling to keep her head above the waves as those tried to drive her small form below to a watery grave. He had only seconds to go before she began to drown.

There!

She had begun to give up just before his main dorsal fin broke the surface, and her struggling threatened to attract a nearby school of sharks.

Fortunately for both of them, she was not bleeding. That would draw them immediately. Her hands, desperate to hold onto anything that may keep her afloat, grabbed his back and dorsal fin as planned, giving her time to cough out water, as he swam toward a rescue craft looking for survivors of the capsized vessel.

He knew the humans, and the female would be safe in their hands once they spotted her being carried toward them.

Once there, he let her catch the life ring before the rescue crew pulled her up to safety, her last sight of her dolphin rescuer being that of a raised tail fluke slapping the water, as he dove back into the deep ocean.

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Agnishatdal 4.12.17

Well I got hyper delayed about the book 3 of Agnishatdal and Agnijaat which was supposed to be published on 25th Boisakh, Tagore Birthday, got published during Durgapuja, September. Their links for you:

Book 3:

The ponchishe Boisakh issues of Agnishatdal and Agnijaat:

Book 3 Agnishatdal:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/bo75tyqjvx
Book 3 Agnijaat:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/bo75vq2lsd

The authors of Poush Agnishatdal to be published on 17th December (Agnijaat is my solo venture you all know that):

Brieuc Martin Onraet
https://equinoxio21.wordpress.com

Dominic Collucci

http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/the-tree-becomes-a-soul/15647591?productTrackingContext=author_spotlight_14739082_

Raghunandan Kuppuswamy
https://ksriranga.wordpress.com

Sharmishtha Basu
https://agnishatdalezine.wordpress.com

Troy David Loy
http://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com 

Juliette Roques
https://helsinkibudapest.com

Bitter Pill and Citizen Null are pseudonyms! So… no blogs assigned to them Very secretive couple!

Finally you can buy these books by becoming my patrons in patreon:

https://www.patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

The books will be uploaded there with other free gifts for patrons every month (at the max by 25th of English calendar), you will be able to download them from there through your patron account. It is free.

The entire collect of Ezine Special issues in Kindle:

Book 1

Agnijaat Book 1 (1423)

Agnishatdal Book 1 (1423)

Book 2

agnijaat book 2

agnishatdal book 2

Book 3:

The ponchishe Boisakh issues of Agnishatdal and Agnijaat:
Book 3 Agnishatdal:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/b075tyqjvx
Book 3 Agnijaat:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/b075vq2lsd

Book 4:

The Sharadiya Issues of Agnishatdal and Agnijaat:
Book 4 Agnishatdal:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/b075vpbts5
Book 4 Agnijaat:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/b075tzkjb9

ANNUAL DIGESTS (17.7.2017):

Agnijaat Annual Digest 2017: Sfulingo 1

Agnishatdal Annual Digest 2017: Agnidal 1

Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 1.12.17 The protector

Tirahd8 was badly injured, left for dead in battle, a battle fought overhead in the skies above this tiny world by its own species in contest with the elfin inhabitants of this one. Its own people had badly underestimated the resolve and mettle of these puny beings, who had led them into a clever trap and shown themselves to be canny warriors worthy of respect. For the first time in its memory, the Broogh were being beaten back with tactical prowess the equal of their own and superior numbers, however unsubtle and crude the weaponry used.

The humans, they called themselves, used primitive thermonuclear devices, not gravity-bombs, to attack the Broogh expeditionary force, and successfully repelled it from the system. Tirahd8 could not move, not without losing more of its vital fluids than it already had, and had just enough life to call a soldier’s prayer litany to the Swarm fleet’s God-Thegn. Or so it thought.

It closed its eyes, and awaited the inevitable end as pain began to fade and its life ebbed. Wait. What was that sound?

Anjali Mehra had seen the alien warrior fall from the sky from several kilometers away, her landcrawler “borrowed” from her parents’ farm before orbital bombardment by the aliens destroyed both her home and several tens of hectares of land in her absence. She had just returned from town on errands and heard the sound of impact, thinking it maybe a crashed human-built craft with possible survivors. Part of her errand run was picking up medical supplies. It was clear they would be of no use to her parents as she
saw the crater left by the orbital strike.

She got a better look at the visitor as her ‘crawler approached, and a sort of semidetached anger arose as she saw the dinosaurine giant. The thought of revenge occurred, and subsided as she got closer, cautious to avoid the tail and six massive legs. It had broken one of its arms, and the other was leaking . . . blood of a sort? A massive cannon-like weapon, probably wielded by the arms, was some distance away, and so damaged as to be useless.

And then, a thought occurred to her as she assessed her situation. She was standing close to it, close enough to be swatted like a mosquito, and yet the warrior was doing her no harm. It just looked at her, seemingly helpless, barely able to move. She cursed herself for her madness. Her father would have been furious, and the other humans on her world would punish her for aiding an enemy. She decided to save its life rather than let it die. She had no family anymore, and it had been left for dead by its own species, so why not?

Anjali was only fifteen years of age, but had grown quite independent for her youth, and was well-trained in treating injured soldiers — of her species. But the supplies she picked up ought to do good here, too. She pulled out a limpet-like storage canister of medical femto-drones, subatomic robots that could heal tissue and restore function in all but the badly decomposed or totally destroyed. This canister was still at factory settings. It would need to calibrate itself to the patient. Tirahd8 gave out a low groan as she placed the canister’s adhesive undersurface to its form, clicked a release button, then stepped back. It first hoped the human was simply attaching an explosive, intending to put it out of its misery, just before the femto-drones began buzzing about it, their work generating bursts of Cerenkov radiation as they swarmed around it and
began reconfiguring atomic nuclei.

“Try not to move.” She told it.“I know you can understand me. Your armor’s translator is undamaged, and keyed to my world’s primary language. I know how your species works in combat engagements. The femto-drones are figuring out your biology before they fix you up. Then we can get us both to a safe place away from this. We’re now alone among our own, you and I. I can’t just let you die here. My parents are dead, damn you, but here we are.” In seconds, the femto-tech machines had set themselves, and began tissue regeneration, restoration of blood, and bone-setting in the giant. In
minutes, the broogh was fully restored to health, and stood to its full height of five stories while Anjali waited and the femto-drones began their suicide programming, breaking down into stable isotopes of carbon, nitrogen, and hydrogen.

Anjali stood there, looking up at Tirahd8 as it pondered what to do with her. Why? Why did she place herself in obvious danger like this? At first the warrior could not understand why something it could crush in a single step would spare its life. At first, it made no sense. Anjali stood back, waiting.

She remained still, watching the broogh towering over her, expecting a massive hoofed foot to end her existence then and there. And then she did the unthinkable. She moved closer to Tirahd8 instead of trying to run for her life.

She placed her tiny hand on one of the massive hooves as Tirahd8 kneeled and
lowered one of its arms to her, allowing her to step onto its outstretched palm as it raised her closer to chest-level. Every combat instinct told it to squash her. But Broogh honor due a brave warrior told it otherwise. Even the mighty Broogh knew of mercy, which normally amounted to killing a foe quickly and without pain, but this was a rare occasion. This human had shown it mercy by saving its life at risk to her own. Anjali pointed to a distance from their location, easily visible from this height. There were vehicles approaching. More landcrawlers, with humans in them, who would not be so merciful. Her gesture was a warning.

Tirahd8 saw a canyon some distance away, a place for the two to hide, and the broogh ran toward it in thunderous strides of massive, trunk-like legs, galloping as fast as this planet’s gravity and its own mass would allow it, human girl sitting atop its left shoulder as it easily outran the ‘crawlers. It knew it could not return to its fellows, as it was officially dead to them. The girl would be tried and punished by her fellows, and it owed her a debt of gratitude. Tirahd8 would protect the human until such time as both
perished.

It was the two of them against the universe, broogh and human together, linked in a cross-species bond of obligation, and the uncaring heavens above help anyone who stood in their way.

Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Tuesday Star Brieuc Martin Onraet shares magic shots! 28.11.17

Brian Martin-Onraet was born of French parents in Pakistan, a few years after the Partition. He was later raised in Africa and educated in France and America. A marketing consultant by trade, he has taken writing as a hobby. He now lives in Mexico with his wife, a researcher, and their cat Miao Zedong. You can visit Brian’s blog at:

https://equinoxio21.wordpress.com/

Few Words from Agnishatdal ( aka her creator Sharmishtha Basu):
Brian is well… what can I say about a person with such amazing talents? He is a brilliant writer, an enviable photographer with eye for the very best models! You will have to read his blogs to enjoy his way of telling stories- adding magical photographs (his collection is downright enviable) to go along. If you love photographs and different cultures his blog is your dream destination.
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