Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Samwise Gamgee

Why Samwise Gamgee is my favorite character from Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

I can remember first watching Lord of the Rings while visiting my grandfather up north. After a long day of playing in the woods and riding horses, my dad put the movie on for me. I was only nine years old, so I didn't quite comprehend the full meaning of the movie. Years later, now the full trilogy has been released and I've seen all of The Hobbit, I can finally say Sam is my favorite character from the entire series.

 Granted, the entire world is amazing. But out of all the wizards, orcs, elves, humans, hobbits, and dwarves, something about Sam has always captivated me. Unlike the other characters in the story who rise to meet the challenges they are set with, Sam already had all of those qualities.

From the very beginning, without even knowing what he is getting into, Sam joins Frodo. Of course, there is a little nudging from Gandalf, but the moment the wizard is out of sight, there is no reason for Same to continue with Frodo apart from his intense loyalty. This loyalty continues throughout the entire series, including my favorite scene when he almost drowns in his attempt to stay by Frodo's side. The music during that scene always gives me chills, but the words are equally beautiful. "I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise. 'Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee' and I don't mean to. I don't mean to," (Sam.)

Continuing in the series, Sam is a constant companion of Frodo's, even when Gollum poisons Frodo against him. He has the chance numerous times to leave and go home, yet he doesn't. Other characters also could leave, but there are reasons for them to continue fighting. In Aragorn's case, he fights for love and honor. For Legolas, he fights for his people. For Gimli, he fights for his people and for his pride. For Gandalf, he fights because in my opinion, he seems to really like the drama and he's strong, so why not? For Pippin and Merry, they fight for each other. But Sam...he fights because that is who he is. Unlike the other main characters who grow into their strength's and evolve, Sam was already as strong and loyal as he is in the end.

Hobbits in general are my favorite species from J.R.R. Tolkien's world because of their loyalty and natural tenacity. Despite not being "strong" in the traditional sense of the word, each of them are able to draw upon the strengths most of us have. Sure, not all of us can wield a sword, grow a kick-ass beard, or command an army of the dead, but we sure can connect with others and decide what we believe is right. And when we decide what we think is right, being able to see our goal to completion is what makes us truly strong.

And for me, no one in the series quite exemplifies this strength quite like Samwise.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Guest Blogger: Laura Daleo

Today I have Laura over at my blog sharing an excerpt from

Friday, January 29, 2016

Guest Blogger- Susan Kite

Today Susan Kite is here sharing an excerpt from The Mendel Experiment.


The Federation is desperate for the rare materials probes have detected on Mendel, but the system’s blue sun is deadly to humans. The solution? Create a race of young mutated humans who can live and work on the planet.

Corree has successfully led her small group of forest mutants for five years. Then the weird dreams begin. They disclose the group’s previously suppressed memories and lead her on a search to find other mutants. When her quest takes her to the desert, Corree discovers a sinister plot as well as a terrifying enemy—one that will carry her far beyond Mendel’s solar system.

The building still sparkled as the sun rose, but it was no longer reflecting in their eyes. Corree studied the situation. They all felt the compulsion to go inside, but it would be a stupid move. “I’ll go down and check it out. The rest of you wait here,” she finally said. 
Tanna protested. “No! You shouldn’t go alone!”
“I’m the leader,” she began and saw Tanna bristle. “Besides, the rest of you are nest-mated.”
Tanna scowled. 
When he opened his mouth to say something else, Corree shook her head. “We’d be idiots if we all went in at the same time. Or even two of us. One of us needs to check it out first. Then if it’s safe…” She pulled off her bow from where it hung on her back and handed it to Tanna. The small quiver of arrows followed.
Mora snorted. “I don’t see how you’ll get in.”
“I don’t either, but it seems crazy to entice us here and then leave us to stare at it.”
There were multiple nods. 
“Maybe I’ll see something from the ground. Tanna, you and Mora are in charge until I come back. If I can get into the pod, I’ll check everything out.”
  Kollin looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He was the one who needed to know everything, but Corree didn’t have any answers to his ‘what if’ questions now. 
She pulled on her thin leaf goggles, then extended her arms and leaped out from the limb, dropping toward the riverbank. Air filled the skin flaps and slowed her fall. Her legs were tight together and worked the same way a tail did for the monkeys that lived in the canopy. Corree curved her body and gathered her legs beneath her as the ground approached. Her landing was automatic, learned from cautious experience and from watching the other forest dwellers. None of the group members thought about it anymore, except for Joshee who loved to try acrobatics when he was gliding.
Corree’s feet made only a whisper of sound as she landed on the open, pebbly surface. She crouched and studied the area near the plant-covered building. The sounds of the forest seemed muted. It was like she had walked a long distance from the edge of the great trees. Only the river seemed to have voice. It gurgled and splashed below her. Walking to the edge of the bank, Corree saw that it would be impossible for her to wade across the wild water, nor was there room or wind enough for her to leap or glide across this time of day. 
Stymied, Corree paced along the edge of the riverbank. She signaled for Tanna and the others to remain in the trees. At that moment, she heard a whining sound, like a horde of angry honey wasps. She stared at the oversized pod as two pieces of the building split apart to form a doorway. It stopped and Corree shaded her eyes, trying to see into the strange and familiar structure. Nothing happened for several minutes. 
Without warning, a strip of metal began sliding toward her. Corree backed up, watching the ramp. Ramp. Another new word that popped out of that deep place in her mind. 
Tanna whistled a warning. Corree signaled an okay back to him without taking her eyes off the ramp. It stopped with a grinding thump on the bank near her feet. She waited, not knowing what else to expect. Nothing happened. The sun beat down, and her eyes smarted in the glare, despite her goggles. A trickle of sweat ran down the middle of her back. She knew what she was supposed to do, but she was afraid. Rustling behind her was motivation to make some kind of decision. The group was getting restless. Corree sucked in her breath and stepped onto the ramp. It was cold against her calloused feet. She didn’t hesitate as she crossed the river. Water splashed over the rocks, sending spray up against the bottom of the ramp. 
Corree reached the other side of the river and stopped at the open door. It was cool and dark inside. She could see nothing, nor could she hear anything. The smell was similar to what she remembered in her dreams, only older. Corree stepped in. 
The light in the pod was muted as though she had stepped back into the forest. Corree heard insects humming, and rain dripping from leaves. The smell of dampness and decomposing vegetation relaxed her. She stepped farther into the pod, marveling that such a place could feel so much like her forest home. The temperature rose until it was as comfortable inside as it had been in her nest. 
Corree shook her head. It was still a metal building, despite the comforting scents and sounds. She needed to examine it and then get out. Corree took another step and a small amount of light filtered down from the sky, mottled like sunlight through layers of leaves. She looked up. The light wasn’t from the sky and there were no leaves. She was still in a pod. 
Corree was almost in the middle of the building now. A small whispering of sound caused her to pivot in alarm. She was shocked to realize the outer door had closed. Fear gripped her and it was all she could do to keep from running to the door and trying to rip it open. What an idiot walking in here like a rainbow spider into one of Tanna’s traps!

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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Interested in being a Guest Blogger?

Hello Fellow Authors,

Do you have a story you want to promote? I have open spots on my blog to showcase you. Just respond to this thread with your e-mail and I will send you a confirmation e-mail where we can discuss dates and what kind of promotion you would like. We can also swap and I can be a guest author on your blog as well.

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