Thursday, June 7, 2012

The Silence Of Lir Virtual Book Tour and Guest Post!

The Silence of Lir
By Mary Twomey

Book 1
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

Available as a free download on Amazon June 1-5

Behind the scenes of our spinning earth are keepers of the elements who make sure that tornados don’t destroy cities, fires don’t ravage forests, earthquakes don’t decimate towns, and floods don’t take out humanity. They wrestle with the natural elements to ensure that the world keeps spinning smoothly on its axis. 

Since the beginning of time, the Sun has been fading, and the light that shines on the earth is dimming, causing the elements to be more volatile and impossible for the keepers to control. 

Now they must enlist the help of one man, Finn, to help them bring the light back to the Sun. The keepers war, the North Star steals light from the Sun, and the Moon is in disrepute. The end of existence is coming, and all the while the king, the Moon, Lir, remains silent.

By Mary Twomey
Book Two
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

An earthquake caused by Wren and Satchel’s ill-fated tryst brings forth a prophecy that sends the unrest and the Delegation into a tailspin. Immortals on the earth must be abducted and hidden from the North Star’s greedy grasp.
Vespera’s fury erupts as the Unrest begins to splinter off from the Moon behind her back. Attacks that should be used on the enemy target her supposed allies. Seeds of doubt, betrayal and rebellion begin to sprout in the Realm of the Sun and the Moon, causing division, subterfuge, and deadly attacks.
An evil that was locked up centuries ago is unleashed and let loose on the earth. There are those who fight for unity, those who struggle just to stay alive, those who battle for control, but a few begin their secret plans for a revolt.

The Sword
Book Three
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

What’s left of the Delegation fights to keep the Order with a man down, and the Unrest in hiding. Three keepers work tirelessly to safely harbor the restless immortals, maintain their elements, and counter Red Flame’s insatiable attacks. The Unrest’s light is dwindling as they remain hidden from Vespera on earth.
Close quarters and unstable power lead to tension and confusion as they try to find a way to be helpful to the Order without being taken out in the process.
Henry cares for Satchel’s son, and trains him to follow in his parents’ footsteps by being ready to defend the light at all costs. Lir’s body is located, Vespera rages her search for more power when she cannot find the Sword of Secrets. Somehow Stella winds up in the middle, a girl without a friend suddenly thrust into the spotlight and forced to accept her lot in life, being the voice of truth when no one will listen.
Though she and the keepers try to fight for the light, it is inevitable that they all may soon lose themselves to the darkness.

Book Four
Genre: young adult fantasy fiction

Light is being stolen, immortals are waking, wombats are untrustworthy and a dead body are rising. After a long time of wishing they could jump into the battle, the Unrest finally has their day in the Sun. Unfortunately, that day is filled with almost certain death.
Ash comes into his own and joins his parents to fight Vespera and Red Flame. Henry rejoins his own people, only to find that the lair will never be the same again.
Prophecies are unearthed, lives lost, and lines of loyalty blurred. Stella’s body begins to break down slowly, while Lake loses her immortality.
The sword of secrets fights to find its true owner, though none of the keepers can predict the sacrifice that will come. 

About the Author:

Mary E. Twomey lives in Michigan with her husband and two adorable children. She enjoys reading, writing, vegetarian cooking and telling her children fantastic stories about wombats. 

Twitter @shesleepssoftly 

And here is a special sneak peek/teaser:

Finn coughed up blood. If this was how he was finally going to die, he’d make sure to cause as much damage as he could before his last breath.
“Hold still, Dust.” Finn heard the impatience in Eli’s voice. Impatience, not fatigue. Finn’s fortitude sank as he realized there was no way he could defeat this… man? God? Hallucination? Whatever he was, in all of Finn’s centuries on earth, he’d thought surely that he was the only anomaly.
This morning he was proven wrong. Eli was superior to him in every way. Stature, strength, ability, and if he was telling the truth, Eli was older than him as well. Were the super man not attacking him right now, Finn would have been excited to meet such a creature.
Finn swung his fist in the direction of Eli’s temple. Like he was swatting at a fly, Eli batted Finn’s arm away. “All right,” Eli grumbled. “Could we move this along? I’m supposed to take you with me, but it’s going to look bad if you don’t go willingly. She’s waiting.”
Finn spat blood in Eli’s face. “The only way I’ll go anywhere with you is in a body bag.”
“That would be so much easier. Unfortunately, I have orders.” Eli yanked Finn up by his t-shirt and shoved him against the dank wall of the cave. He spat in Finn’s eyes and covered them with his large hand, murmuring something in a language Finn could not understand.
Finn’s vision went from dark to a swirl of colors. Faster than a roller coaster, the world spun at a sickening pace.
When the spinning ceased, Finn found his mind’s eye in another plane of existence. The cave disappeared and his brain melted into submission as it was forced to watch whatever Eli had in store for him.
Finn began to make peace with his ever-long life coming to an end.

Guest Post:

My Monster

Writing is a strange monster. Gorgeous, unpredictable, terrifying, and precious. One moment you love what you’re into, the next you’re swearing you should scrap it all and declare yourself an illiterate just so expectations can be lowered. Learning to spell your name would become a note-worthy feat. “Wow! You did it yourself? Amazing! Sit down and take a rest. Have a cookie, you smart bunny.” Alas, with an English degree, more is expected of you when the pen hits the paper. If it’s not Shakespeare, and if you don’t use fanciful words like “alas”, then it must simply not be worth anyone’s time, lease of all yours.
This kind of thinking led me to deleted documents, trashed notebooks, abandoned plots and a total tailspin. If it wasn’t completely hatched and grown gracefully into an adult by the end of the page, it was obviously a failure. A plot that wasn’t complete before the first word was scribbled was a waste. Being a notorious math class disappointment led me to the conclusion that if you don’t have the right answer – all the right answers – it’s best to keep your mouth shut and your head down. Mistakes are for people who will never find the solution, and wrong guesses are for people who should find a new calling.
Oh, Mary. Silly Mary.
Oh, you reader. Silly you.
Today I write to encourage you to stop judging your imperfections. It’s odd that we are often the first one to cast the stone at ourselves. We’ll be amazingly polite and kind to others, but when it comes to giving grace to the person with the funky morning hair in the mirror, we plum run out of mercy just about every time. You would never tell your husband or your best girl friend, “What a stupid idea. That’ll never work. Look how many things you still have to figure out. Best just watch TV and leave the high heels to the big girls.”
Fortunately for all of us, today is a new day. Today we will be different. We will be kind to ourselves. We will look in the mirror and believe the things our loved ones say about us. We will trust our ridiculous ideas and not shoot them down just because they are ours. Today we take ourselves seriously and give an honest effort to becoming that person who can see the possibilities.
A funny thing dawned on me in the midst of writing and editing the Saga of the Spheres. I allowed the ink to flow for fun. I did not write for other people. I did not plot for the masses. I wrote, laughed, swooned, and bit my lip as an unknown world shifted into focus on the page. I’m very excited to share the keepers, the seers, the spheres and the wombats with you. My hope is that you find your own possibility, take the first step, and then start running.

Mary E. Twomey

Thank you so much Mary for stopping by and letting us get to know you and your series a little better!

Also June 1-5 you can try Silence of Lir for free on Amazon! 


  1. Bummer! I missed the freebie. I admire people who write. I wish I had the imagination to write and yes the best writing is when you let yourself go and enjoy and write for yourself!

  2. Sorry you missed the freebie Heidi! :(