Tuesday, March 31, 2026

Blog Tour: WHISPERS OF THE ELIXIR by C.P. Silver

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A matriarchal empire. A princess with forbidden magic. A mother who would kill to protect her own legacy.

As heir to the Min empire, Tori has learned to wear her collar well — speaking her mind just enough to feel like herself, defying her empress mother just enough to survive the guilt of submission. But she's hiding a secret that would see her sawn in half: a forbidden elemental power tied to the world's mythic past. If discovered, her mother would execute her own daughter without hesitation. And Tori knows it.

When discovery becomes inevitable, she flees into Peach Blossom Grove — a mythic realm of ghost-flowers, sentient forests, and immortals who remember a world before empires. In this ancient realm where immortal masters train magic-wielders and sentient weapons choose their owners, magic is neither blessing nor curse but a reflection of who you truly are. Here, Tori finds what the palace never gave her: belonging. But the trials are brutal, designed to break her before they remake her. And as her mother's ambition threatens war, Tori must choose — suppress the power that could doom her, or embrace it and become the one thing her mother fears most.

Herself.

Whispers of the Elixir begins the Order of the Ember series — a slow-burn, character-driven epic fantasy of legacy, sacrifice, and the strength of a princess destined to rise from the shadows and claim her place in legend.

Here you will find the political intrigue of Andrea Stewart, the immersive worldbuilding of Patrick Rothfuss, and the emotional weight of M.L. Wang.

Read an Excerpt

Tori fought the feeling of being on a leash. She raised a hand halfway to the feathers fastened around her neck, hesitated, then let it fall.

“Is it itching, Princess?” Lady Elnora said, watching her.

“Like all insanity, but no point fiddling with it.”

Her gentlewoman adjusted the feathered ruff anyway, providing no relief whatsoever. It didn’t matter. Collared or not, today she would prove she was not her mother’s lapdog.

She struggled to see above the red filigree rail of the Imperial Observation Pavilion—where the royal family sat, far above the masses—the weight of her ceremonial robes resisting her every effort. Imperial decorum, it seemed, had not been designed with mobility in mind. It was times like these that she regretted her small stature; her mother, no doubt, could see perfectly.

Once she finally shifted forward, however, her three-story vantage point allowed her a perfect view of the float parade winding through the city of Silver Fox Springs in a ribbon of color and sound.

“I still don’t see them,” Tori said, craning her neck forward.

Elnora’s smooth brown finger pointed the way. Blending seamlessly with the sculptures of giant mythical creatures adorning the streets, Tori’s pantomimists balanced on their stilts, waist pouches packed so tight with skades that the little stones stretched the seams. Pantomimists had never been seen before at the Tailu Spring Festival—and would remain hidden, until her plan required it.




GUEST POST

Topic: What makes your book stand out more above other books in this genre?

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I’ve loved fantasy from about the age of 8, when my teacher first read us The Hobbit. And while escaping into fascinating new worlds was what I craved above all, there was one thing that puzzled and frustrated me about the books I read: the roles of female characters were usually secondary to the males. Most fantasy stories were based on the journey of a male character with his male friends, male advisors, and male enemies.
So I sought out realms where women ruled instead. Yet I was still left with the overwhelming feeling that they ruled only with the permission of the patriarchy—or perhaps in spite of it, as in a revolution. In any case, this female centrality was clearly a departure from the normal order.
And I wondered, what would a fantasy story be like if all the main players, and indeed the origins of the world itself, were female? What if I took the usual narrative, and reversed it entirely?
The early scene with the Empress and her advisors perhaps answers this question best. She is surrounded by scholars, and court ministers, and a regional governor, discussing and debating matters of national importance—and in the entire company, only one male character is present: a eunuch servant who appears silently for a moment, then exits. Yet the feminine power here is not self-conscious; it doesn’t draw attention to itself, saying, “Look at us go! Girl power!” No, it just is—because this is the natural order, the way things ought to be and have always been in this world, and nothing more need be said on the matter. I love it!
And so in my feminist world, I carefully avoided the fatiguing stereotypes of traditional fantasy: the kind-hearted maiden; the heartless seductress; the malevolent old crone. Yet I also sought to avoid modern fantasy’s pendulum swing: the strong FMC who amounts to nothing more than the female version of toxic masculinity. I wanted to explore feminine power in all its complexity, with its tenderness and tears and anger and cruelty and strength. 
Once these elements were in place, the story of a princess with forbidden magic became so much more fascinating. This backdrop of female power is what created a mother who would execute her daughter to protect her own legacy.
And, of course, I had to include all the delicious fantasy world-building elements that I so love. There’s my original mythology, for one, and unique fantasy races such as High Water Creatures, Antiquitals, and the half-human race of Ants; there are three magic systems: one involving manipulation of matter using one’s life force or “Dawn Essence” (something similar to prana or chi). Then there’s elemental wielding, as well as something called the “Old Magic”—intangible and mysterious, the magic that existed in everything at the beginning of the world, and indeed created the world in the first place.
All of this is set in a non-Western backdrop, heavily inspired by the wuxia fantasy genre, but mixed with inspiration from many cultural traditions, then interpreted through the lens of my own original mythology. The result is a land of dangerous court politics and joyous festivals with public executions, but also of immortals, sentient trees, fragrant spirit stones that heal, and a magnificent three-story library constructed entirely of jade (my personal dream).
Here, beyond the world-building, magic, and feminist inflection, my protagonist, Tori, must confront the reality that her own mother would execute her for who she is, and decide to stop shrinking from herself.
I wanted to escape into a fantastical world ruled by women. What I got was a transformational journey of becoming.
Whispers of the Elixir is a story centered on female players who are complex and fascinating and deeply flawed. It’s an immersive world you can escape into, feeling like you’re really there. But above all, it’s a story about what happens when you decide to stop running from yourself, and embrace who you truly are.




About the Author:

C.P. Silver writes fantasy set in a world where matriarchy is absolute, with immersive worldbuilding, evocative prose, and emotionally complex characters. A former lawyer who also briefly studied Chinese medicine, her experiences shape the nuance and depth of her debut novel, Whispers of the Elixir, a slow-burn epic centered on legacy, inheritance, and the dangerous cost of power.

Raised in the Cayman Islands, she now lives in Europe. When not writing, she’s usually reading in a quiet nook or walking somewhere green, listening for the next story.

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Monday, March 30, 2026

Blog Tour: WORDS FOR PATTY JO by Jill Arlene Culiner


WORDS FOR PATTY JO

by Jill Arlene Culiner

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GENRE: Women’s Fiction


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BLURB:


A passion for books creates a lasting bond between teenage Patty Jo and David, but small-town prejudice and social differences doom their romance.


After a summer of reading and falling in love, David heads for university, foreign adventure, and a dazzling career; Patty Jo marries slick, over-confident Don Ried.


Yet plans can go horribly wrong. The victim of her violent husband, Patty Jo abandons her home and children to live on the streets of Toronto. David, a high-ranking executive in Paris, is dismayed by the superficiality of corporate success.


Forty years later, Patty Jo and David meet again. Both have defied society; both have fulfilled their dreams. And what if first love was the right one after all, and destiny has the last word?


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Excerpt Three:


Long after he has settled into the narrow bed he has been allocated, he hears the faint tinkle of music. Halfheartedly, he again dresses, pulls on his boots, and goes to explore. Far behind, in the manor’s main house, lights are gleaming. His nose pressed against one high window, he discovers a chandelier-lit room where debonair people waltz to an excellent orchestra. It is a throwback scene, a vision as entrancing—and inaccessible—as any ball centuries before.


In the morning, he wakes with a long-forgotten rush of hope. This is his last day of walking, but he finally has an answer. He knows what is missing in his life. Wonder. And magic. Surely, he’s not too old for such splendid things.


Once upon a time he’d known both, and they’d been woven out of simplicity: limpid summers, wavelets on a shore, pines, cedars, a glimpse of gentle fingers toying with a boat’s scraggy painter, sun on leaves, cowbells on a Swiss mountain, the endless churn of water in an old English watermill. Perhaps, by taking small but certain steps, he can bring both wonder and magic back into his life, realize a dream or two: some people would call this an epiphany.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Writer, artist, and teller of tall tales, Jill (J.) Arlene Culiner, was born in New York and raised in Toronto. She has crossed much of Europe on foot, has lived on the Great Hungarian Plain, in a Bavarian castle, a Turkish cave dwelling, and a haunted house on the English moors. She now resides in a 400-year-old former inn in a French village where she protects spiders, snakes, and weeds. She delights in hearing any nasty, funny, ridiculous, or romantic story, and when she can’t uncover gossip, she makes it up.


She has won the Tanenbaum Prize in Canadian Jewish History, the 2024 Canadian Jewish Literary Award for Memoir, was shortlisted for the Foreword Magazine Prize, and twice for the Page Turner Awards.


http://www.j-arleneculiner.com

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION 

Jill Arlene Culiner will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner.


Saturday, March 28, 2026

Review: I KNOW WHAT YOU DID by NL Hinkens

 


This begins with a school counselor’s mission to adopt a high school girl’s unborn baby. The problem was to convince everyone on it—the girl, the mother, and her husband.

 

It seemed Jo could finally get her baby. But the elation was short-lived with the sudden news of another teacher’s disappearance. The next one that goes missing is the father of the unborn baby. Soon, both people turn up dead. Was this a double-suicide? A murder-suicide? Or what?

 

The story might’ve taken a while to get going, but when it does, it really grabs you.

 

Months later, it seems everyone has gotten over the suicides of the teacher and student, especially the significant others they left behind. Eventually, Jo begins to have suspicions about the biological mother of her baby. This turns out to be a pretty long story, but its mystery still compels you to read on. Not quite as thrilling and suspenseful as other books by this author, but this was still a good read.

 

Rating: 4 stars

Review: HOBBIES AND HOMICIDED by Cindy Bell

 


Yoga on the beach. What could be better? Only a dead body on the beach could ruin it. It looked like the victim was struck with a metal detector and belonged to a club for it. It seemed the metal detector club was hiding something. But what? It was up to the B&B owners to find out!

 

Who would’ve thought that hobbies could kill? A good mystery!

 

Rating: 4 stars

Review: HOUSE OF SHIVERS: GOBLIN MONDAY by R.L. Stine

 


Mario was so excited to see snow for the first time in his life. He knew he would have a great time visiting his friends’ grandparents. The grandpa, in particular, was a master storyteller, who shared something about goblins in the garden. But they weren’t real…right?

 

This was another classic Stine story. I certainly didn’t like the part about the dead rabbit. Something was definitely weird about that old man that ate birds for breakfasts. Ewe! Were the goblins real or fake? Oh, they were real alright! Readers will have a good time seeing how real these goblins are. A fun read!

 

Rating: 4 stars