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Blu-Ray Giveaway: The Legend of Tarzan

The Legend of Tarzan (Blu-ray + DVD + Digital HD UltraViolet Combo Pack)

Courtesy of Warner Home Video, I have an extra copy of The Legend of Tarzan (Blu-ray + DVD + Digital HD UltraViolet Combo Pack) for one (1) lucky winner!

Contest is open to US residents only. No PO Boxes please. To enter, just fill out the form below. Contest ends November 11. I’ll draw a name on November 12, and notify winner via email.


Good luck!

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Blog Tour: Moon Chosen Excerpt!


Moon Chosen: Tales of a New World by PC Cast

CREDIT: From Moon Chosen by PC Cast. Copyright © 2016 by the authors and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Griffin.

Mari braced herself, and as she had so many times before, felt her mother stiffen while energy surged through Leda and into Mari, sizzling through her palm, down her arm to swirl around and around inside her, growing in power with each second that passed. Mari’s heartbeat began to hammer and her breathing suddenly increased until she was panting as hard as was the pup. In her arms, Rigel whined uncertainly.

“Focus.” Her mother’s voice was only a whisper, but Mari could feel it through her whole body. “You can do this. The power is not yours to keep – your body is merely its channel. Borrow serenity from the image of the Earth Mother. Though you may be surrounded by chaos or sickness or injuries, find the true you within. Release that which belongs to the world –fears, worry, sadness, so that the silver stream may wash unimpeded through you. It is a waterfall at night. Rigel is the basin that must hold it.”

Mari stared at the beautiful image of the Earth Mother that Leda pruned and cared for so lovingly. But, as always, the figure was only foliage and art to Mari. She couldn’t feel the divine presence her mother revered. She could not find her true self – her center. “Mama, I c-can’t. It’s s-so c-cold. It- it hurts.” Mari stuttered through chattering teeth.

“Only because the healing power is not meant for you. Release the fears of your body, Mari. Focus! Find your grounding and become a channel for the moon’s energy. Tonight you must succeed. If you do not, your Rigel will surely die.”

Her mother’s words exploded through Mari’s body. “No! He can’t die. I won’t let him.” She gritted her teeth against the cold and tried to focus past the pain – to release the cacophony of emotions that swirled through her body unimpeded – and to be the channel for the moonfall of water. Yet, still the power was a whirlpool within her. It terrified Mari and threatened to suck her down to drown in its freezing depths.

This was when she usually failed. This was when she dropped her mother’s hand and allowed sickness to claim her so that she vomited, dry heaving misery and moonlight while Leda stroked her back, consoling her with calm, loving words that reminded Mari there would be a next time – she would do better the next time.

But there was no next time for Rigel, and Mari refused to lose him. Think! Focus!

“Mari, slow your breathing. Calm your heart. This is no longer practice. You either heal Rigel, or fail and he dies from shock and blood loss. This is your reality.”

“That’s it, Mama! I need to make this my reality!” Mari squeezed her eyes closed. Could that be the answer? Could it really be that simple? Mari imagined that she was in their burrow, alone, sitting at her desk preparing to create a sketch. Her gulping breath slowed. Her hammering heart quieted. Mari found her grounding as she envisioned a blank sheet of paper. On that paper her imagination began to quickly, easily, sketch an image of herself, sitting crossed-legged with Rigel spread across her lap. From above her silver light cascaded into her lifted palm, washing through her body in a glistening wave to spout from her other palm, which was pressed against the pup’s bloody chest. Eyes still tightly shut Mari worked on the scene, creating a picture of Rigel’s body that was washed clean of blood by the liquid light, leaving behind wounds that were neatly closed and already healing.

Suddenly the cold tide within Mari was controllable. Instead of drowning her, it used her as a conduit, passing through her harmlessly as she let go of the energy. I’m doing it! I’m doing it! And just that quickly her concentration shattered. The picture she’d been creating disappeared along with the tide of power within her.

“No! No! Get it back! I was doing it – it was working,” Mari gasped, gripping her mother’s hand like a lifeline.
“It’s too late. The sun is fully risen. Even with your help I cannot call the moon back to me,” Leda knelt beside Mari, gently disentangling her daughter’s hand from hers. “But it was enough. You did it, sweet girl. I knew you could. Praise the Earth Mother and the blessed Moon! You have saved him.”

Feeling dizzy and disconnected, Mari looked down at Rigel. The pup wagged his tail animatedly and sat up, licking her face. Even though she felt light-headed, she laughed weakly and put her arms around him. He nested there, curled against her body and, sending her waves of contentment, Rigel fell sound to sleep in her arms. With a trembling hand, Mari brushed aside the blood-matted fur on his chest. What had only moments before been deep, seeping, whip-like lacerations were now pink lines of newly joined flesh that had ceased bleeding.

“I knew it was true. You do have my powers and more.”

Graphic Novel Review: Dresden Files: Wild Card

Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files: Wild Card

A bizarre double murder draws the interest of Chicago’s only wizard-for-hire. But as Harry Dresden begins his investigation, the clues lead to troubling conclusions about the possible perpetrator, and set him on a path that will place him in the middle of a conflict between the city’s three most powerful factions – a conflict that could engulf all of Chicago!

This original story is set in between White Night and the graphic novel Down Town. For those of us impatient for the next novel, these comics are a welcome addition. The story is fast-paced and fun – with plenty of suspense, humor, and magic. I only wish it was longer to see more character interactions. The artwork is fantastic, though I wasn’t a fan of how the villain was drawn. This story arc definitely makes me want to go back and read the graphic novels that I’ve missed.

Mystery Box Review: Supply Pod – August 2016

Supply Pod

Supply Pod (by Outer Places) uniquely delivers products themed around upcoming sci-fi releases and scientific events.

A single Supply Pod starts at $39.99 plus shipping and handling. Subscriptions will save you money and ship about every other month now. And save 10% with the discount code: CHICK10

This July/August box had an Warp Speed theme.

Supply Pod

EXCLUSIVE Live Long / Warp Speed Tshirt – I probably would’ve liked this shirt better with a more stylized hand, but it’s still something I’d wear. And it’s a nice, soft material that will be comfy.

Supply Pod

Galaxy Night Light – I would’ve loved this as a kid. Heck, I love it now. I’ll definitely be using this for my nieces and nephew when they’re over.

Supply Pod

Spock Ears – For any Halloween when you want to dress up as a Vulcan. Yes, I’ve done that.

Supply Pod

Star Trek #59 Supply Pod Variant – I love comics, variants, and Star Trek. This was a win.

Supply Pod

Star Trek LED Watch – I own an Apple Watch, so I have no use for this. It’s a cute design for Star Trek fans, so I may ask around to see if any of my friends want it.

Supply Pod

Captain’s Log Notebook – This is cute filler that a young Star Trek fan would enjoy.

Supply Pod

Solar System Planetarium – This is why Supply Pod stands apart from other geeky boxes. They incorporate cool science items in the box. I love this.

Summary: This box shipped out a month late! But customer service was very helpful. When I was dealing with a move, I didn’t think I’d actually receive the shipment as it took so long that it had to be forwarded. But when I was dealing with the shipping concerns, customer service went above and beyond – even though it was initially a pain, it was worth the wait.

Fantasy Book Review: The Glass Sentence

The Glass Sentence by SE Grove

Boston, 1891. Sophia Tims comes from a family of explorers and cartologers who, for generations, have been traveling and mapping the New World—a world changed by the Great Disruption of 1799, when all the continents were flung into different time periods. Eight years ago, Sophia’s parents left her with her uncle Shadrack, the foremost cartologer in Boston, and went on an urgent mission. They never returned.

Then Shadrack is kidnapped. Sophia must search for him with the help of Theo, a refugee from the West. Together they travel over rough terrain and uncharted ocean, encounter pirates and traders, and rely on a combination of Shadrack’s maps, common sense, and Sophia’s unusual powers of observation. Little do they know that their lives are in as much danger as Shadrack’s.

Sophia is a relatable girl in search of the only family she has left. Theo is a mysterious boy who promises to help her – to a certain point. She’s a little to naive and trusting, so Theo is a good companion for her. And they head off in search of clues to where Shadrack has been taken.

The Glass Sentence is an incredible fantasy world where land is broken apart into different time periods – vastly different and sometimes dangerous. I just loved the premise and had to pick this up when it arrived. The characters are intriguing. And the adventure is well-paced with plenty of suspense. Events build to a surprising and somewhat-confusing, climactic ending. But a mild cliffhanger ending made me excited to read the next in this inspired series.

Blu-Ray Review: The Legend of Tarzan

The Legend of Tarzan is now available on Ultra HD Blu-ray Combo Pack, Blu-ray Combo Pack, DVD, or on Digital HD

It has been years since the man once known as Tarzan (Skarsgård) left the jungles of Africa behind for a gentrified life as John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, with his beloved wife, Jane (Robbie) at his side. Now, he has been invited back to the Congo to serve as a trade emissary of Parliament, unaware that he is a pawn in a deadly convergence of greed and revenge, masterminded by the Belgian, Leon Rom (Waltz). But those behind the murderous plot have no idea what they are about to unleash.

This is definitely the most complex Tarzan story brought to film. Political, action-packed, and often heart-wrenching – this is also my favorite Tarzan film. I loved all the casting choices save for Samuel L Jackson who seemed to be there just as a sidekick/comic relief. Skarsgård not only looked the part to perfection, but also gave a great performance of quiet strength.

This is not another Tarzan origin story. We only see glimpses in flashbacks. I thoroughly enjoyed this surprising story. The movie trailers didn’t do it justice. While the apes are much more brutal than we’ve seen in other movies, it only adds to the suspense and complexity of the apes and Tarzan’s past. It’s also a visually stunning film with fantastic CGI. It’s definitely one of my favorite movies of the year.

3D Blu-Ray Combo Pack Special Features / DVD Special Features:
– Tarzan Reborn
– Battles and Bare Knuckled Brawls
– Tarzan and Jane’s Unfailing Love
– Creating the Virtual Jungle
– Gabon to the Big Screen
– Stop Ivory PSA

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Mystery Box Review: Zwag Box

Zwag Box

“ZWAG BOX is a wholly-owned subscription box that is the fastest-growing subscription box of its kind. Already making massive waves, this platform gives us ever-expanding audiences that specifically reaches out to the YouTube young adult, teen and tween consumers unlike any other subscription box.”

For our special inaugural subscription box, we’ve chosen to reveal the much-anticipated Markiplier #1 comic book with an exclusive variant cover! This design is not only unique to Zwag Box subscribers, but sports a RED FOIL logo as well, making it even more collectible!!!

Straight out of YouTube, Markiplier stars in his first comic book adventure! In this issue he gets a mysterious watch that transports him through space and time. The madcap dangers he encounters in these pages are just the beginning of a hilarious and nail-biting 4 part mini-series monthly event.

Four lucky ZWAG BOX subscribers will win a GOLDEN TICKET to hang out at the KEENSPOT/RED GIANT ENTERTAINMENT booth with Keenspot, Red Giant and the whole ZWAG BOX team in 2017! Each subscriber with an active subscription between July and December of 2016 will earn entries as follows:
• Monthly subscribers get 1 entry for each month active up to a total of 6 entries!
• Quarterly subscribers will receive up to 2 bonus entry for the period active. If active all 6 months, Quarterly subscribers will receive up to a total of 8 entries.
• 6-Month subscribers receive 3 bonus entries – up to 9 total entries depending on months active.
• Annual subscribers will receive a whopping 6 bonus entries – up to a grand total of 12 entries depending on which months active!
Winners will be chosen at random beginning in January 2017. No purchase necessary. See terms and conditions for full rules.

* received a free box in exchange for an honest review.

The shipment came in a blank, white box (above), so I wasn’t sure who it came from other than the sender said “Red Giant Entertainment.” Hopefully, in the future, they can customize a cool box design like other geek boxes.

Zwag Box

Captain Cold Action Figure (Retail $24.95, or $17 on Amazon) – As a fan of Legends of Tomorrow, I was excited to get this large, action figure. And I’m sure my nephew will be asking to play with it as soon as he sees it.

Zwag Box

Build. Conquer. Inspire. Tshirt – I’m not sure what this is from, so I’m guessing a game?

Zwag Box

Tiny Markiplier Pins – They look like REALLY tiny cell phones.

Zwag Box

Star Trek Coaster – I’m guessing it’s an odd-shaped coaster just because there’s cork on the back.

Markiplier Poster – I have no idea who this is. I had to Google him to find out why so much in the box was about him. Again, I’m not a gamer or into watching YouTube. So, the internet-famous is lost on me. But since this box is geared towards kids who do watch YouTube, I can see the reason.

Zwag Box

Markiplier Comics – Yep, more Markiplier swag. I’ll be skimming through it to see if it will interest me.

Summary: I LOVED the action figure. But other than the one, small Star Trek item, everything else was a wash for me. Hopefully, future boxes will have more variety. Though, items themselves are solid – action figure, tshirt, comics, etc. It’ll be fun to see what else this new mystery box comes out with.


Bury the Living by Jodi McIsaac

“Can I help you?”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m one of the volunteers, yes. My name’s Suzanne. How can I help you?”

Nora thrust the picture of Thomas into her hands. It was time for complete honesty, come what may. “Right, Suzanne, I know this is going to sound crazy. I’m not off my head, I swear it. But I’ve had several dreams about this man. He told me to come to Kildare so I could talk to a woman called Brigid. And then I found this photo of him. See, it says here he died in 1923. And I keep seeing visions of the past, knowing things I shouldn’t know. So I’ve come here, just like he asked.” She stopped, unable to believe she’d confessed all of that out loud to a complete stranger.

The woman glanced at the photo for a moment, then handed it back. “Are you looking for prayer?”

“No! I’m trying to find out how a man who’s been dead for almost a century is getting into my head.”

It was clear from Suzanne’s expression that she thought Nora was mentally unstable. “Have you checked at the heritage center? They might be able to—”

“Yes, and they sent me here. I’m not making this up! Someone must know—”

“Is there a problem?” Another woman emerged from a door at the side of the church. She was short and on the plump side, with closely cropped coarse brown hair and an uneven fringe. She wore a long green shawl with a gold brooch.

“May I?” Suzanne said, taking the photo from Nora. She passed it to her colleague. “She’s trying to find out about this man. He’s called Thomas Heaney. Do you recognize him, Mary?”

Mary’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. “Yes, I do,” she said slowly, her eyes drinking in the photograph. Finally, she stared up at Nora. “You’re the one looking for him?” Her voice held a hint of incredulity.

“Aye,” Nora said warily. Was this woman having her on? Or was she really about to find some answers?

Mary pressed her hand over her heart. “It’s a fine day. Why don’t we take a walk outside? Thank you, Suzanne, I’ll help this young lady from here.”

Nora followed Mary past another stone coffin and a display of Kildare in the fifth century, back into the churchyard.

“Well,” Mary began once they were well away from the front door. “I’m not exactly sure how to proceed, but I’ll do my best. You see, we’ve been waiting for you.”

“You’ve been waiting for me?” Nora repeated, dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Are you a religious person, Nora?”

“Yes, o’course.” They were behind the cathedral now, wandering among the tombstones. The round tower loomed overhead.

“That’s good to hear. So many young people have left the church these days. If they only knew how it sustained us in days gone by. But I digress. I belong to an order called the Brigidine Sisters.”

“A Catholic order? But isn’t the cathedral Church of Ireland?”
“It is now, but that hasn’t always been the case. The church you see now was built in the thirteenth century, but it rests on the site of the church Saint Brigid herself had built in the fifth century. Before that, it was a site of worship to the pagan goddess Brigid. So I count it a privilege to volunteer at the cathedral as part of my devotion to the saint.”

“Makes sense.” They had walked to the base of the round tower, which was surrounded by gravestones.

“But it may surprise you that a few months ago, several of us experienced the same vision while praying at Saint Brigid’s Well. Have you been there?” Nora shook her head. “It’s down on Tully Road. It was here that Brigid herself appeared to us. She told us a young woman would come looking for a man with gray hair called Thomas Heaney. And that she wished to bestow upon this young woman a very special gift.” Mary’s face shone with excitement as she leaned toward Nora.

Nora stopped walking. “Are you saying Saint Brigid appeared to you and told you I would be coming? I didn’t even know I would be coming until this morning.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. And it wasn’t just me. My Sisters all had the same vision. Many of us work or volunteer in some capacity at the cathedral. She must have wanted to ensure one of us was there to greet you when you finally came looking. I’m just so glad I overheard your conversation with Suzanne. She’s not a Brigidine Sister, you see.”

Nora chewed the inside of her lip. She was Catholic, sure, but the idea of saints actually appearing to people wasn’t something she’d considered before. It had certainly never happened to anyone she knew. The logical side of her rebelled. “And you all had the same vision?”

“I know how it sounds,” Mary said. “But you yourself said you’ve seen visions of the past, have you not? And dreamed of a man who is long dead?”

“Yes, but . . .”

“It’s hard to fathom, I won’t deny it. If Brigid hadn’t told me herself, if I hadn’t seen her with my own eyes, I’d not believe it.”

“Right, so, you said she wanted to give me a gift. What is it? And who’s this Thomas Heaney? You’ll forgive me for not understanding what this is all about.”

“Think with your heart, not with your head,” Mary said. “When you had this dream of Thomas, how did you feel?”

Longing. But she couldn’t say that out loud. She hardly wanted to admit it to herself. “Like I wanted to help him. More than anything. He begged me.”

“And these visions? Do you believe they were real?”

What if she did? Would it mean she was going mad? “I don’t know. They felt real.”

“Then they were. It doesn’t matter if it was just inside your head, or if you were seeing something that was really there. What matters is that Brigid was trying to speak with you.”

“Yes, but why?”

“I don’t know why she chose you. Or how exactly you’re supposed to help this young man. Or why she even wants you to help him. But she has made it possible.”

“How? He’s been dead for eighty years.”

“For this, we must go back to the church.”

Nora bit her tongue and followed Mary into the cathedral. Suzanne popped her head around the corner as they entered. “Everything all right?” she asked.

“Grand, thank you,” Mary answered. “We’re just going to have a peek at the records downstairs.” She led Nora down a narrow stone staircase into the basement of the church. They passed walls lined with bookshelves and stacks of boxes labeled in minute handwriting. Then they entered another small room, which was empty save for a dark fireplace set into the wall. Mary turned so quickly Nora almost ran into her. “You must swear to never reveal this to anyone.”

“Reveal what?” Nora was beginning to think this was some elaborate hoax . . . or a cult. She eyed the door nervously.

“What I’m about to show you is one of the greatest kept secrets of the church. Brigid, in her wisdom, has chosen to share it with you. You’ll be the first outside our society to have this knowledge.”

Nora narrowed her eyes. “What kind of society is this?”

Mary gave an apologetic shrug. “The complicated kind. To the outside world, we are the Brigidine Sisters, an order committed to service and harmony in the spirit of Saint Brigid. We were nearly destroyed during the Dissolution of the Monasteries. We survived, underground, until we revealed ourselves in the eighteen hundreds. All of that is true, but we’ve also kept this sacred knowledge secret and protected for centuries. And if you do not do the same . . .” She let her threat hang in the empty air, but Nora was not so easily cowed.

“Right, I’m beginning to think this is all a joke. Someone’s acting the maggot with me, so they are. Forget it.” She turned to leave.

“Wait!” Mary called. “I’m sorry. It’s just . . . It’s precious to us. We’ve guarded it for so many years.”

“What it is, then?”

Mary counted the stones around the fireplace. Then she pressed hard against one with the heel of her hand. On the other side, a stone popped out about an inch. Mary pulled at it until it loosened, then reached inside the hole. When she withdrew her hand, it held a small red box with gilt edging. Nora stepped closer. “What is it?” she asked.

“’Tis the only true relic of our precious Saint Brigid,” Mary said, holding the box as though it might trickle through her fingers if she looked away for a moment. “A church in Portugal claims to have the blessed saint’s skull, and they’ve sent fragments to Killester and Kilcurry, but we Sisters know that this is the only true relic.”

“Why don’t you display it? Why keep it secret?”

“Because it has power,” Mary said, still speaking in a hushed, reverent tone. She gently opened the decorated lid and handed it to Nora. “Do not touch it. Not yet.”

Nora looked into the box. It was, as she had expected, a bone. Only an inch long, it was polished white and smooth, nestled on a ruby-red cushion.

“It was from her finger,” Mary explained.

“Is this the gift? What am I supposed to do with it?” Nora asked, closing the lid.

“No, my child, that is not the gift. But the power of Brigid’s relic will bestow on you the gift she wishes you to have: the ability to travel through time.”


Excerpted from BURY THE LIVING © Copyright 2016 by Jodi McIsaac. Reprinted with permission. All rights reserved.

About the book:
“McIsaac puts plenty of history and a little fantasy and romance into this entertaining time travel tale. McIsaac has an undeniable talent for immersing the reader in the plight of the Irish in the 1920s, at the height of the Irish Civil War. Comparisons to Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series are inevitable.” —Publishers Weekly

Rebellion has always been in the O’Reilly family’s blood. So when faced with the tragic death of her brother during Northern Ireland’s infamous Troubles, a teenage Nora joined the IRA to fight for her country’s freedom. Now, more than a decade later, Nora is haunted by both her past and vivid dreams of a man she has never met.

When she is given a relic belonging to Brigid of Kildare, patron saint of Ireland, the mystical artifact transports her back eighty years—to the height of Ireland’s brutal civil war. There she meets the alluring stranger from her dreams, who has his own secrets—and agenda. Taken out of her own time, Nora has the chance to alter the fortunes of Ireland and maybe even save the ones she loves. In this captivating and adventurous novel from Jodi McIsaac, history belongs to those with the courage to change it.

About the Author:
Jodi McIsaac is the author of several novels, including A Cure for Madness and the Thin Veil Series. She grew up in New Brunswick, on Canada’s east coast. After abandoning her Olympic speed skating dream, she wrote speeches for a politician, volunteered in a refugee camp, waited tables in Belfast, earned a couple of university degrees, and started a boutique copywriting agency. She loves running, geek culture, and whiskey.

Twitter: @jodimcisaac