Lynn Salisbury's Blog

From now until the end of the day, Friday September 29, 2017 five out of eight of my books are free to download in ebook format at amazon.com.

If you have read something of mine and want to read more, now is your chance!

If you haven't read anything I've done before and want to take a chance on a new author, now you can!

I write fiction with no set genre so I might have something that's just right for you.

Take a look and happy reading!!

It's been a busy year! Two more books will be published this year (at least). One just came out at amazon. "Redemption". In both paperback and ebook. A short novella that delves into the afterlife.

The other will be the first in a series, Of Ice and Ash. Currently in the editing stages of that one.

And more books in the mind and in the works! The second book in the series of Of Ice and Ash is already started as well as the first book of a series I'm writing with my youngest daughter consulting. A YA series that will be as much fun to read as it is to write!

Thank you to everyone who has supported me in my passion and calling. It's been amazing so far and I know there are many more amazing things to come. Stay tuned and Happy Reading!!

Here is a small sample of my new book "Kyriea" set to be published in February 2016. Enjoy.

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Kyriea would ask questions too.

“Grandfather, how did women go from being equal to men to now being property? How did men like yourself not keep other men from making such strict rules and then enforcing them?”

Kyriea’s grandfather had gotten a sad look on his face when she had asked those questions.

“My dear, Kyr, there is no good answer for that, except to say that we did nothing because we kept telling ourselves that it would never get this far. The truth of the matter is that women never have been truly equal. Ever. Oh, maybe way back when, thousands and thousands of years ago, before men decided they wanted power and control, but even before the war women were paid less for the same job a man held, fewer women were in politics, owned companies, and all that. But it was more equal than it is now, obviously. But there was a growing movement of men who didn’t like that women had that much power over their own lives. It started slowly. An added law here or right revoked there. Have I ever told you there was a time that a woman could go into a clinic and terminate a pregnancy because she wanted to?”

Kyriea shook her head in disbelief.

“It’s true. Women could choose, not only where she lived, who she lived with, what job she wanted to do, but also whether or not she wanted to be pregnant. Birth control was widely available, so pregnancy was controlled. If you didn’t want to have children, you didn’t have to. But extreme, religious nutjobs wanted to control all that. They didn’t think women should have choices. Even over their own bodies. They bombed clinics and killed doctors. They made laws that made it difficult for women to take care of themselves. They even, once, made a husband keep his dead wife, who died while eighteen weeks pregnant, on life support in the hopes that a dead corpse would be enough to sustain a growing fetus. Women meant nothing to these people, even in death. They called it ‘pro-life’. Even though once the child was born they didn’t care what happened to it. Kind of ironic that now these same religious extremists kill baby girls all in the name of their ‘God’.”

Andrew Volk shook his head. Kyriea could tell what he was talking about upset him still.

“Grandfather, you don’t have to tell me any of this if you don’t want to.”

“No, my child. You need to hear this. It started with women’s health. Laws were changed or created that made it almost impossible for women to get good health care, saying that they didn’t need all the preventative procedures. Then it was the abuse laws. There once was a time where a man could beat his wife and not get into trouble. Then laws were put into place where the husband could be charged, and convicted, of abuse. Those laws were the next to go. Now men could abuse their wives and no court would help her. Then divorce. Women could no longer ask for a divorce. Only the man could divorce a woman. Then laws about rape. Women began losing case after case in court when they tried to convict a man of rape. The defense attorneys would bring up a woman’s past and used it against her. Then housing. No apartment wanted a single women renting from them, and no community wanted a single woman owning a house in their community. It was too tempting and dangerous. They feared the women would draw to them men who wanted to do violence. And it went straight downhill from there. And the sad part is there were many women who spoke out about how these new laws would be good for the country. ‘Get back to family values’ they said. And all the while they were pounding the nails in their own coffins. Sometimes literally.”

“You asked why no one like myself stopped the changes that were happening. We failed you. With every new law changed we told ourselves that they couldn’t do anymore damage. They may have gone ‘this far’ but they would never go ‘that far’. And then they went farther. And then it was too late.”

My book, One Simple Life, is now available for purchase as a paperback at createspace.com. I'll be adding my other 4 books soon. I am excited to be able to now offer my books in an e-book format and also in print.

I'd been putting off looking for a way to offer my books in another format. In the last week I finally uploaded all 5 to createspace and they should be available soon.

I've been dragging my feet telling myself that "life" has been too busy. Then I realized that "life" will never slow down and if I want to get something done, just do it.

And so I did! Soon I will be able to offer all my books as and e-book AND paperback, and I'm so very thankful there are services out there that help me do that.

All the elements were in place. The altar was set. The mood was right. Now, all I could do was wait. I knew the timing had to be just right. Otherwise this wouldn't work.

I looked around me. Those who had come to join me were silent also. Waiting. I could feel the anticipation in the air. Everyone gathered were here because of me. Because of what I could do. I felt no anxiety about the task I was to perform. I knew I was more than qualified.

The only sound in the room came from the old grandfather clock on the far wall. It's methodical tick tock had a calming affect. As each minute passed the tension increased.

To someone looking in a window the scene would look rather boring. Bland. Eight people gathered around a table. Two candles lit. Wine. A knife. No one talking. It all looked perfectly normal.

As the tick tock of the grandfather clock brought the moment closer, I looked around at my companions. I could tell they were getting impatient. The look in their eyes spoke of hunger. But everyone here knew the wait would be well worth it.

I glanced down at the knife. My tool for the event. It had been sharpened in preparation to a fine edge. I knew it would cut true.

Even the wine was perfect for the occasion. Chilled to just the right temperature. A perfect vintage to match our sacrifice this night.

My thoughts wandered to that sacrifice. I'm sure our lovely sacrifice had no idea what we planned to do with it. No matter. No one here cared what it might have thought. After all, a sacrifice was suppose to die. Wasn't it?

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick tock.

So close now. Almost time...

Tick, tock. Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong.

It was time.

I looked at two of the people who were around our table. All I had to do was nod. They both got up and left the room. It was their job to bring in our sacrifice. They were strong, young men. The perfect choices to bring the sacrifice into the room and lay it on the table.

Everyone else became tense with desire. I could read in their eyes how much they had been waiting for just this moment.

Gasps went all around as the two I had dispatched came back in with the sacrifice. Golden brown skin greeted us. We could feel the heat radiating from our sacrifice as it was placed on the table. It didn't move. It couldn't.

Now was my moment. I picked up the knife. Light caught the blade as I held it in my hand. I took one last glance around at the people gathered here with me. I knew they couldn't wait much longer. In truth, neither could I.

I brought the edge of the knife down and pressed it into the golden sacrifice. It didn't move. The blade slid through it's skin with ease.

Carefully I carved. I knew this was going to be one of the best sacrifices we had ever had.

As the sacrificial juices oozed down the knife, I removed a large piece and placed it on the pile of plates to my left. The person who sat there passed it to her left, and so on. As each piece of golden skin I cut was placed on a plate it was passed on, until everyone had a plate in front of them.

Before I allowed anyone to partake in eating the sacrifice I bowed my head. Everyone else did the same.

After a moment I raised my head and nodded. The frenzy began.

Afterwards everyone agreed it was the best turkey anyone ever ate.

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In life there are two things we can count on. Everything has a beginning and everything has an ending. Sometimes the line between the two is hard to see, or is blurred. Sometimes there is a definite line and it can be a hard one to cross. Sometimes a beginning was a long time ago and the ending is far off in the future. But no matter the time between the two, there is always a beginning and always an end.

So, here is to another beginning of mine. goodreads. I have blogs in other places (woodpress, tumblr) and, of course, social media (twitter, facebook) but this is a new venture for me. A new format. A new way to find those who share a passion I am just beginning to realize has a much greater pull in my life than I ever thought possible. And I'm very excited to continue to have those new beginnings.

There is a thought that we all walk our own path alone but that path crosses or runs parallel to every person we have ever met and for those we have yet to meet. We meet, walk together for a while (regardless of how long that while may be) and then go our seperate ways - sometimes to walk together again for a while - sometimes not. But either way we may walk our path alone but we are never alone.

Here's to walking together - if only for a little while.