Showing posts with label richelle e goodrich. Show all posts
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Friday, February 21, 2025

Font Facelifts for my Books

 

Font Facelifts for All of my Books

       Have you searched on Amazon for my books lately? If so, you probably noticed that the covers have undergone a slight change. The illustrations and the written manuscripts are the same, but each book has undergone what I call a "font facelift."
     You will discover now that every book has a bolder, easier to read title on its cover. And my signature name is no longer printed at the bottom; it has been replaced by typed font, which is also easier to read.
     Personally, I like the changes. I think the new fonts make my covers more noticeable and unique. Previously, my book titles were all printed in the same font, but no more! These new fonts were chosen for their artistic character and their ability to stand out rather than meld within the illustrations. What do you think?
     You can find all of my books with their "font facelifts" on Amazon.com in various formats. Look for them in audible, Kindle, paperback, and hardcover. Just search my name!

     

Have you read Eena's coming-of-age adventure?
The Harrowbethian Saga: 

     After an unplanned trip to the doctor’s office, Sevenah Williams discovers that her ancestry is not exactly human. This shocking news puts her on a course to find the truth about her birth parents and remember a tragic past that placed her in hiding as a toddler.
     Eventually, she takes on her birth name―Eena―and accepts her birthright as the only living heir to the throne of Harrowbeth. But this privilege comes with a price. She learns this during the painful process of physically joining with an heirloom necklace known as the dragon’s soul. From that point on, Queen Eena slowly uncovers powers granted her by the necklace, giving her the ability to manipulate energy—a gift that comes in handy when facing enemies who wish to see her royal line eliminated.
     Eena must fight alongside new friends including Derian, the captain of the Kemeniroc; Kira, a Mishmorat with might and spunk; Shanks and his crew of giant Viiduns; and Ian, her best friend and sworn protector. Her greatest challenges, however, turn out to be personal: learning to love, to trust, and to handle adult problems when she simply longs to remain a normal teenager.

I recently finished The Women by Kristin Hannah.

My Review

     I chose to read this book because my father served in the Vietnam War from 1968 to 1970. In his graying years, he sat down and wrote about his memories of boot camp, officer training, and a two-year tour in Vietnam. After reading his book of war memories, I felt as if my eyes were opened and I gained a deeper understanding of the man I called Father. I was honestly shocked by the nightmarish events he lived through. His behavior and reluctance to talk much about Vietnam made significantly more sense to me. So when I was presented with this book on the women of the Vietnam war, I was curious to read it.
     In truth, this was a difficult book to experience because of the hardships endured by the main character, Frankie, and her family. Nearly every chapter was heartrending. I found it easier to read my father's memories than this dramatic depiction of how the Vietnam War destroyed and broke people. This book follows the life of Frankie from her early twenties to well after the end of the war in Vietnam. She starts as a young nurse who yearns to please her father, hoping to someday have her portrait hung on his Wall of Heroes. She enlists in the Vietnam War as a nurse, and ends out serving two consecutive tours. The war is hell. Suffering the loss of loved ones is even harder. This book does an incredible job of narrating a step-by-step process of fear, loss, anguish, betrayal, and drug use that nearly drive this Vietnam veteran to an early grave. It is a sad story with elements of hope. Be prepared for harsh language and difficult scenes.

What am I working on now?

     I am still in the process of writing the first draft of a new fictional paranormal adventure with a heroic duo who may just save the world despite their human weaknesses. The title of this book is not yet decided, but I am considering Phantom's Veil or The Phantom Veil as possibilities. This book takes place in the present but involves old Mayan mythology. I am doing some research to help me use Mayan hieroglyphs in the book. It is both fun and educational research!

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Wednesday, October 30, 2024

Halloween Quotes & Poems


      With October 31st right around the cornerthe annual night to celebrate Halloween; the night for dressing up in costume; the night for trick-or-treating in hopes of collecting sugary sweets; the night for swapping spooky stories that cause a chill to run down your spine; the night to keep a lookout for flying witches, foul goblins, haunting ghosts, thirsty vampires, howling werewolves and the likeI thought it would be spooktacular of me to share 31 entertaining Halloween quotes & poems taken directly from my books. Enjoy the reading, and have fun with your traditional Halloween activities as well!

#1 

 Be truthful with the things you say and do

Or else the imps may get ahold of you.

Each lie you tell will make them ever bold.

They’ll feed your greed and tempt you sevenfold!

Then turn your credibility to ash.

At last, your lying tongue is theirs to lash.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore



#2

 “Tell me the truth,” I said to the jack-o-lantern. “Do you make those spooky faces just to scare little children on Halloween night?” 

With a glowing wink and a grin that bared his pumpkin fangs, the jack-o-lantern answered me with a lyric poem.

“I must grin full-wide

so my glow will be bright

and light up the way

on this Halloween night.

The faces I make

urge each child not to tarry.

My big eyes aglow

tell them all to be wary!

For goblins, foul witches,

and ghosts will give chase

if boys and girls linger

too long in one place.

So look sharp and hustle

those two little feet!

Remember this truth

as you shout, ‘Trick or treat!’

My pumpkin face lights

a safe path through the street.”

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore 

 


#3 

Halloween. 

Screech and scream!

Monsters rally, fierce and mean.

Devils dance.

Pixies prance.

Trolls will trail you, giv’n the chance.

Witches fly.

Up so high!

Imps and goblins multiply.

Ghosts in sheets.

Tricks or treats!

Truth be told, it’s all for sweets.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore

 

 

#4 

Halloween trickster.

Spiders on string.

Children in costume.

Startle and scream.

 

Halloween treater.

Apples on sticks.

Caramel. Chocolate.

Come, take your pick. 

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#5 

On Hallows Eve, we witches meet

to broil and bubble tasty treats

like goblin thumbs with venom dip,

crisp bat wings, and fried fingertips.

We bake the loudest cackle crunch,

and brew the thickest quagmire punch.

Delicious are the rotting flies

when sprinkled over spider pies.

And, my oh my, the ogre brains

all scrambled up with wolf remains!

But what I love the most, it’s true,

are festered boils mixed in a stew.

They cook up oh so tenderly.

It goes quite well with mugwort tea.

So don’t be shy; the cauldron’s hot.

Jump in! We witches eat a lot!

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 



#6 

Treats of hot cocoa,

pumpkin pie, and candy corn.

Yummy Halloween.

Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 




#7 

Black cat,

Get off my mat.

You bad-luck feline, scat!

Don’t come my way, stay where you’re at!

Oh, drat.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#8 

When I was a youngster,

I trick-or-treated.

I dressed up in costume,

rang doorbells and pleaded.

 

Today I’m a grown up

who treats and tricks.

I cackle at children

and share candy sticks.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#9 

Frankenstein.

Big oaf by design.

The monster pines for romance.

But sadly, he cannot dance.

Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#10 

Vampire,

Share your secret.

Turn into a black bat.

Quench your thirst before the day dawns.

Drink blood.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#11 

     “Halloween colors, less or more,

are pumpkin, witch, and bloody gore.”

     “You must mean orange, black, and red.”

     “Indeed, that’s what I said.”

Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 



#12 

Bat, fly high.

Pumpkin, sit.

Black cat, cry.

Spider, knit.

Wicken, chant.

Phantom, moan.

Mummy, rant.

Zombie, groan.

Werewolf, howl.

Owl, hoot.

Goblin, growl.

Pirate, loot.

Skeleton,

Frankenstein,

Curse the sun.

Poem, rhyme.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 


#13 

What do Halloween creatures eat?
Hot spider soup with pumpkin meat
and toasted, no-salt, bat-wing chips,
 
served best with Transylvania dips.
A thistle-horehound salad mix
has added crunch from sun-dried ticks.
The plat du jour is hairy beast
fried crisp in grimy goblin grease.
Now, don’t forget dessert so sweet;
try puss-cream pie or candied feet!

  ―Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 


#14 

Pumpkins

in October,

as fat as the full moon,

they sit on our doorstep at night

and glow.

Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 


#15 

When a monster grows quiet and crumbles to the ground weeping, you feel sorry for him. You may approach with caution and hope, whispering words of peace. But in the morning he will rise to his full height, roaring and stomping and baring his sharp teeth because he is, after all, a monster.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#16 

Go put on your mask.

Say “trick-or-treat” in costume.

It’s All Hallows Eve.

Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 

 

#17 

The coldest day in fall

is at the Hallows Evening Ball

where ghoulish fun

avoids the sun

as monsters mingle wall to wall.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 



#18 

Treats and tricks.

Witch broomsticks.

Jack-o-lanterns

Lick their lips.

 

Crows and cats.

Vampire bats.

Capes and fangs

And pointed hats.

 

Werewolves howl.

Phantoms prowl.

Halloween’s

Upon us now.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 


#19 

Witches cackle.

Goblins growl.

Specters boo,

And werewolves howl.

Black cats hiss.

Bats flap their wings.

Mummies moan.

The cold wind sings.

Ogre’s roar.

And crows, they caw.

Vampires bahahahaha.

Warlocks swish their moonlit capes.

Loch Ness monsters churn the lake.

Skeletons, they rattle bones

While graveyards crack the old headstones.

All the while the ghouls, they cry

To trick-or-treaters passing by.

Oh, the noise on Halloween;

It makes me want to scream!

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 

 

#20 

The whispers you hear in your ear that you fear

in the air everywhere,

they are ghosts.


The moans and the groans in the lowest of tones

no one owns or condones,

they are ghosts.


You might deem them gremlins or water or wind,

while others say shadows or rodents or sin.


But oh! I say no!

‘Tis not so, child, for lo!


The chills that you feel in a thrill that proves goose 

bumps are frightfully real,

they are ghosts!

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 


#21 

A Halloween flower,

if ever there was one,

would smell like an onion,

have thorns like a rose.

 

With charcoal black petals

and vines that entangle,

t'would grow under moonlight

in mud, I suppose.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 


#22

The jack-o-lantern follows me with tapered, glowing eyes.

His yellow teeth grin evilly. His cackle I despise.

But I shall have the final laugh when Halloween is through.

This pumpkin king I’ll split in half to make a pie for two.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons









#23

A pumpkin lives but once a year
when someone sets its soul afire,
and on that night it stirs up fear
until its flame is snuffed.

But e'en one night of eerie light is fright enough.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons


 


#24 

“Silly little monster” all would say.

They’d scratch its head and turn away

until it snatched their tiny noses.

They couldn’t even smell the roses!

Ever after, every child

dreaded monsters, fierce or mild.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons



#25 

The Harvest Moon glows round and bold,

in pumpkin shades outlined in gold,

illuminating eerie forms,

unnatural as a candied corn.

Beware what dare crawls up your sleeve,

for 'tis the night called Hallows Eve.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes

 


#26

Haunt an old house.
Ask for a treat.
Laugh like a witch.
Lick something sweet.
Offer a trick.
Wander a maze.
Echo a boo.
Exclaim the phrase— 
Normal’s unnatural on Halloween!

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes


 

#27

Life is a walk through the forest. 

Don't fear the trees, fear what lurks behind them.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes






#28

Monsters excite us

in this way or that.

They make our pulse thrum

and steal lives from the cat!

They’re frightening creatures,

one peek and you’ll see.

Yet life without monsters,

how dull it would be.

Your tense, nervous laugh

tells me you disagree?

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway



#29

The handkerchief—or so I thought it was—tugged away from my fingers until I let go. It was shocking to discover the piece of fabric could move of its own accord. The cloth twisted itself, forming wing-like appendages at two corners that fell on the book and cleaned the pages, magically sweeping a new cloud of dust away from me. When the job was complete, the square of fabric fell limp onto the table. I stood there frozen and utterly amazed. The words my husband had said earlier echoed in my mind: “People believed this place to be haunted.” I could understand why.

 Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse



#30

The guardians are in fact those hideous monsters concealed within the shadows of Dreamland’s surrounding forest. They are terrifying creatures—the essence of a spine-chilling nightmare! With giant eyes like a pair of full moons bulging from fur-covered faces, and fangs as sharp as daggers snapping over a nasty growl, and claws protracting from heavy paws, these ferocious monsters perform their function well; they act as deterrents to anyone nearing the ivy-covered gates. 

 Richelle E. Goodrich, Secrets of a Noble Keykeeper








#31 

On Halloween night we will come to your homes

in costume as witches, foul goblins, and gnomes.

Our cackles and howls will pervade the night air,

entangled with screams as we frighten and scare.

We’ll hold open bags for your offerings of sweets.

Beware childish tricks if you cheat us of treats!

Richelle E. Goodrich, Smirk & Snicker