Tuesday, February 10, 2015

THE ETERNA FILES - RELEASE DAY!

It's THE ETERNA FILES RELEASE DAY! *runs* *muppet flails*

So yes, darling readers, this is your cue to BUY THE BOOK TODAY, wherever books are sold!

Today, 2/10, is the last day to get a signed, personalized copy of ETERNA from WORD Bookstore in Brooklyn before I go on book tour.

If you're a fan of the STRANGELY BEAUTIFUL and/or MAGIC MOST FOUL sagas, cameos from several cast members of both series appear in ETERNA! My worlds are parallel worlds and I've had an absolute blast in weaving my worlds together to culminate in this work!

I'm thrilled to have received a fantastic review of ETERNA from Suspense Magazine!

"Extremely descriptive, the supernatural plot is intriguing. The author has offered up a rainbow of characters, from the guilt-ridden to the intellectual to the satirical, which will have readers chomping at the bit for more." - Amy Lignor for Suspense Magazine

If I won't see you on BOOK TOUR, then TODAY is the last day to get a signed, personalized copy of Eterna via the fabulous WORD bookstore in Brooklyn. Please put personalization requests in the

The latest blog roundup: Today on TERRIBLE MINDS: I WRITE WHAT I WANT (aka Ignoring the Haters since 1764) - In which I talk about the importance of writing whatever genre calls to you no matter the slings and arrows.

Find me on Myke Cole's blog talking some silly fashion tips.

On Nick Kaufmann's "The Scariest Part" I talk about what was the most terrifying part of writing the Eterna Files: Clara's countdown to unconsciousness.

At the Tor/Forge Newsletter: "It's Not a Costume its My Day Job" about dressing up, writing and the art of character.

For DAILY GEEKETTE: On the Importance of Celebrating Differences

- More updates as I go, cheers, blessings, please enjoy THE ETERNA FILES and Happy Haunting!

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Eterna Files: Blog Tour round-up round one!

Dear Readers:

I've been promoting THE ETERNA FILES far and wide, with some wide ranging guest posts as well, I hope you'll peruse what I've been up to and gain insights into parts of my writing process:

For Nick Kaufmann's "The Scariest Part" I talk about what was the most terrifying part of writing the Eterna Files: Clara's countdown to unconsciousness.

For the Tor/Forge Newsletter: "It's Not a Costume its My Day Job" about dressing up, writing and the art of character.

Book Tour updates! Are you in NYC, Florida, Atlanta or Cincinnati, Ohio? Check out my latest book tour appearances. Barnes & Noble West Chester Ohio, 3/3 at 7pm has just been added!

If you'd like a signed, personalized book, get your orders in before book tour begins! Order now from WORD Bookstores, please put personalization requests in the "comments" section of the order.

Stay tuned for more fabulous guest posting and further reports from the paranormal front lines!

Cheers and happy haunting!

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

THE ETERNA FILES: Official Book Trailer!




I hope you enjoyed this short and sweet little book trailer for THE ETERNA FILES, made by PsychWing R & D, a production company founded by yours truly, who did the voice-over in the piece, writer, illustrator and producer Thom Truelove- co-author of several upcoming novels and projects, is responsible for title cards, and the biggest thanks to the fabulous Nerdy Duo; they filmed everything and put it all together per our collective visioning. It's a gasp of a glimpse into the ETERNA world and I hope you'll dive in further by ordering a copy of this new Gaslamp Fantasy adventure!
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SIGNED, personalized copies of ETERNA, book 1, can be ordered via WORD, Brooklyn, where your purchase will support not only this very critical new series for me, but a community indie bookstore!


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Cheers and Happy Haunting!

Thursday, January 15, 2015

THE ETERNA FILES Excerpt 2 - Via the Holy Taco Church - And get a signed, personalized Eterna!

Hello my dears!

I've taken my turn today over at the Holy Taco Church, where I am the resident Our Lady of Pico de Gallo to present the second excerpt of THE ETERNA FILES as we count down to release!

So read about our good, beleaguered, hard working Mister Harold Spire...

AND if you like what you read, please go ahead and get a signed, personalized copy of Eterna AND support a fabulous independent local bookstore, WORD in Brooklyn, at the same time! Please put personalization requests in the "Comments" section of the order.

Cheers, enjoy the excerpt and happy haunting!

Leanna

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Countdown to ETERNA: Excerpt 1!


Counting down unto The Eterna Files, my debut from Tor Books in a new Gaslamp Fantasy saga! In the coming days various excerpts will be forthcoming here and on the Tor sites.
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Read on and check out my still-in-progress Appearance schedule for book tour, launching first at WORD, Brooklyn on Feb 11 in NYC!
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Pre-order a personalized, signed copy of The Eterna Files from the fabulous independent community bookstore WORD!
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From The Eterna Files cover:

London, 1882: Queen Victoria appoints Harold Spire of the Metropolitan Police to Special Branch Division Omega. Omega is to secretly investigate paranormal and supernatural events and persons. Spire, a skeptic driven to protect the helpless and see justice done, is the perfect man to lead the department, which employs scholars and scientists, assassins and con men, and a traveling circus. Spire's chief researcher is Rose Everhart, who believes fervently that there is more to the world than can be seen by mortal eyes. 

Their first mission: find the Eterna Compound, which grants immortality. Catastrophe destroyed the hidden laboratory in New York City where Eterna was developed, but the Queen is convinced someone escaped—and has a sample of Eterna.

Also searching for Eterna is an American, Clara Templeton, who helped start the project after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln nearly destroyed her nation. Haunted by the ghost of her beloved, she is determined that the Eterna Compound—and the immortality it will convey—will be controlled by the United States, not Great Britain.
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ADVANCED PRAISE FOR THE ETERNA FILES:

“Hieber’s formidable imagination is given free reign in this smart, boundlessly creative Gaslamp fantasy. She blends historical fact and paranormal fiction with ease, creating a world that is lush and fascinatingly strange, and reveals her secrets sparingly, keeping fans on edge for more information about these intriguingly powerful characters and the ties that bind them together. Patient readers will be well rewarded for letting this haunting novel unfold around them and savoring the expansive world and complex plot that Hieber has constructed.” – Bridget Keown for RT Bookreviews Magazine
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WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS SERIES:
The Eterna Files follows a parallel storyline in two cities following a complex cast of characters. If you like your stories very simple and small-cast, this is not the series for you. Hopefully you won’t mind a host of colorful, quirky characters in a darkly rich Victorian atmosphere. I write the worlds I want to spend an increasingly deep amount of time in. So come along on what has been called a fascinatingly strange journey with my whole madcap cast.
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EXCERPT ONE: The Prologue! Why not start from the very beginning? They say that’s a very good place to start.
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PROLOGUE
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The White House, April 16, 1865

The sanity of a bloodied nation hung by a precarious thread. Hundreds of thousands of bodies rotted in mass graves. Mountains of arms and legs lay just beneath the earth in countless pits of appendages. Thousands of young men had been torn into wingless birds, stunned, harrowed, and half whole. No one had gone untouched by the war; everyone was haunted.    A gunshot in a theater tipped the straining scales and the nation’s battered, broken heart faltered and stopped.

         This was the world in which twelve-year-old Clara Templeton grieved. She wept for her land with the kind of passion only a young, gifted sensitive could offer. When she was called to the side of the first lady, she did not hesitate.

         Clad in a black taffeta mourning gown, Clara stood in a dimly candlelit hallway outside the first lady’s rooms, awaiting admittance alongside her guardian, Congressman Rupert Bishop, aged twenty-five—though his prematurely silver hair gave one pause as to his age. He’d been silver-haired as long as she’d known him. When she’d asked about it with a child’s tactlessness, he’d simply responded with a wink and a smile: “It’s the fault of the ghosts.” Soon after, Bishop took her to her first séance and Clara began to understand just how dangerous the thrall of ghosts could be. . . .

A red-eyed maid opened the door and gestured them in.

         Inside the small but well-appointed room, a low fire mitigated a cool draft and cast most of the light in the room. Mary Todd Lincoln sat on a chair in the shadows, staring out a small window, her bell-sleeved, black crepe dress spilling out in all directions. Only the ticking of a fine clock on the mantel and the occasional sniff from the weeping maid broke the silence. The congressman beckoned Clara forward, into the firelight. Her step creaked upon the floorboards as her petite body cast a long shadow behind her.

         Finally the first lady spoke in a quiet tremor. “Do you know why I called you here, Miss Templeton?”

         “I’ve a supposition,” Clara replied quietly, nervously moving forward another step. “But first, Mrs. Lincoln, my deepest sympathies—”

         “When your guardian here first brought you to visit the White House two years ago, you ran up to me, a perfect stranger, and gave me an embrace from my William. My dead William.”

         “Yes, Mrs. Lincoln,” Clara murmured, “I remember—”

         “I need you now, Miss Templeton,” the first lady began with a slightly wild look in her eyes, “to give me an embrace from my dead husband.”

         Alarmed, Clara looked at Bishop, her eyes wide. The tall, elegantly handsome man lifted a calming, gloved hand and Clara attempted to gather herself

         “I . . . well,” she stammered, “I’m unsure my gifts can work on command, Mrs.—”

         “Try!” the grieving widow wailed, turning to face the girl, her face drawn and hollowed. Clara rushed over and fell to her knees beside the first lady, removing her kid gloves to take Mary’s shaking, bare hands into hers.

         “I know that he is with you,” Clara murmured, tears falling from her bright green-gold eyes. “The president is with all who mourn him—”

         “Prove it,” Mary Todd murmured. She snapped her head toward the door. “Rupert. You’re a spiritualist, have you not trained Miss Templeton since she became your ward?”        

         “Only charlatans cue up the dead precisely when the grieving want them, Mary, you know that,” Bishop said gently. “And this is far too vulnerable a time to try.” He shivered suddenly. “Too many things want in. We risk inviting malevolence, not comfort.”

         “No one should ever have to suffer what I have—” the first lady choked out.

         “No, they shouldn’t,” Clara replied. “Never.”

         “The country can bear no more,” Bishop added quietly, his fine black mourning coat making him almost invisible in the shadows by the door. “We must guard against the basest evils grasping for purchase—”

         “What could be more evil than what I have endured?” the first lady exclaimed.

The last two years had taught Clara that Rupert Bishop coddled no one, even the grieving. She spoke before he could offer another example of his oft-sobering perspective. “Such a powerful seat needs protection,” Clara exclaimed, squeezing the widow’s shaking hands with innocent, sure strength. “Such a man should never have fallen. He deserved to have been made immortal!”

            “Why . . . yes, child!” Mary Lincoln exclaimed, a sudden light in her eyes. “Do we not have resources, researchers, scientists, theorists? Should we not have granted a man like the president eternal protection while he bore the nation on his shoulders? My dear Congressman Bishop . . .”

            The small woman rose to her feet and began to pace the room, skirts swishing and sweeping with renewed determination.

“I charge you,” she said, bright gaze fastened on Bishop. “If you’ll not bring my husband back to me in spirit or form, then you must do this. Take Clara’s idea. For this bled-dry country. For the seat cloaked in immense power. Do this, Congressman, so no other wife in this dreadful house might go through such agony again. . . .”

            “Do what, Mary?” he pressed.

            She stared at him with steely ferocity. “Find a cure for death.”

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            Seventeen Years Later, New York City, 1882
 
“It was born of good intentions,” Clara insisted in a choking murmur.

            She sat on a bench in Central Park on a mild June day, beneath a willow tree, looking out over the southeastern pond. She could not move. Her breath was shallow against the double stays of corset and buttoned bodice; soft ivory lace and muslin ruffles trembled around her throat. Tendrils of dark blond hair, blown free from braids beneath a fanciful straw feathered hat, tickled around her streaming eyes. Her world was again cracking open.

            “Wake up,” she heard a voice calling. “Wake up.” It was not a human voice but that of some ancient, cosmic force.

            She had known there was something different about her since the age of nine, since she’d awakened in the middle of the night to see a wild-haired woman in a cloak sitting at the foot of her bed.

            “You’re special,” was all the woman said before vanishing.

            The next day, Clara’s father, a prominent doctor to Washington lawmakers, died of tuberculosis. Her mother soon followed. They were buried in a Greenwood Cemetery mausoleum in their native Brooklyn. Clara was the marble sepulcher’s most frequent haunt. The Templetons’ will ensured that Clara would be educated at fine institutions and looked after by prominent figures.

Rupert Bishop, then a talented young New York lawyer, frequented the same Washington and spiritualist circles as the Templetons. A beloved family friend, he stepped in to graciously provide for the girl left behind. Bitterly estranged from their Southern families after the war, the Templetons hoped Clara’s manifest spiritual talents would blossom under Bishop’s care and guidance. She indeed flourished, until her gifts turned physically dangerous and had to be carefully monitored.  

            The visitor returned the night Bishop brought Clara to the White House the first time; Clara saw the creature watching her from the shadows. She had not seen the strange herald since, not even after that fateful second encounter with the first lady, a meeting that had set an unlikely destiny in motion.

            Paperwork left on the slain president’s desk established a “Secret Service” to investigate counterfeit currency. A tiny cabal, headed by Bishop, supposed the service might also, in some unnamed office, investigate immortality. Bishop assembled a team of occultists, mystics, and chemists and set them to work in a secret location.

            Once Clara completed finishing school, Bishop gave her a key to a nondescript office on Pearl Street in downtown Manhattan. A county clerk’s record office on the first floor served as a front. Clara’s offices—and those of the colleagues she and Bishop hired—took up the top floor. Congressman Bishop became Senator Bishop. A quiet era of investigation and theorizing followed.

In 1880, Eterna theorist Louis Dupris secretly told Clara that he’d made a breakthrough in localized magic. The world had suddenly seemed full of possibility. But now . . .

            The Eterna Compound had been born out of grief. At this moment Clara wondered if it should never have been born at all, for now it bore grief of its own.

            “Something’s wrong,” Clara murmured, wanting to cry but feeling wholly paralyzed. “I can feel it. . . .” All of Clara that had ever been could feel it; a love torn from her like layers of skin.

            Before her eyes, in layers of concentric circles stretching out like mirrors reflecting mirrors in dizzying multiplication, she saw lives. Her lives, those she’d had before. She was twenty-nine years old . . . with a soul a thousand years older.

            Pried open in a painful awakening, she knew her life was far more than the boundaries and limitations of her current flesh, but at present she felt the pain of all those centuries all at once, things done and undone. The sheer, heavy press of it all was staggering.

            A mockingbird alighted on a branch above Clara’s head. It squawked and stared at her, then made the sounds of a police whistle, a bicycle bell, and some roaring, whooshing thing: the sound of something tearing.

            And then there was a woman next to her. The visitor.

            Though she couldn’t turn her head, in her peripheral vision Clara saw skirts, gloves, and long hair that was scandalously unbound. The presence of the visitor confirmed what she was feeling; something terrible was happening. Clara tried to move again, to fight the gravity lashing her to the bench, wishing tears, something, anything could be set free.

            “What is it this time?” Clara gasped.

            “Hello, Clara,” the visitor said quietly. One didn’t mistake an ordinary person for the visitor, for it brought with it the weight of time itself. “It’s been awhile.” The visitor smoothed the skirts of its long, plain, black, uniform-like dress, something a boarding school girl might wear. “Have you been waiting?” the visitor asked.

            “I’m not a girl who waits,” Clara replied.

            “That’s why I trust you,” the visitor said, pleasure in its voice. “I last saw you when you impetuously gave the first lady an embrace from her dead son.”

            The mockingbird gave a raucous trill from the limb above them. The woman adjusted what Clara thought was a hat—she still couldn’t get a good look. The mockingbird had flown across the path and alighted on a limb at her eye line, trilling accompaniment to their conversation.

            “You presage terrible things but I never know what,” Clara growled.

            “You’ve always been gifted,” the visitor replied. “Sensitive.”

“And we see what good sensitivity has done me.” Clara choked out her words. “I’m a freak of nature. My ‘fits’ render any hope I might have had for a normal life or a place in society laughable. I curse my gifts for all the misfortune they bring.” Embarrassing, traumatic memories paraded through her mind, her past lives staring on in pity. Clara hated pity. Perhaps it was best, then, that the visitor had none.

“Don’t be ungrateful, child,” the visitor chided. “You’ve two friends in a world of loneliness, you had a lover when many never know such pleasure, you’ve worked when hordes seek pay, you’ve a guardian who dotes on you when countless orphans have no one, and you’ve money and a fine house in a city that denies both to thousands of its denizens.”

Clara wanted to lash out at the creature. But it was right, which only sharpened her pain.

“Something terrible has happened, hasn’t it? To the Eterna team?” she whispered, her throat raw as if from screaming even though she had loosed no such sound. “To my Louis? My love is among them. . . .”

An amulet of protection, tucked beneath her corset stays, was a knot against her shaking breaths. The amulet had been given to her by Louis, an item charged and blessed by his mother. Clara never felt she had the right to it, and now, he, who needed protection, lacked it

            “I am very sorry for your loss,” the visitor said solemnly.

            “I must go,” Clara insisted, trying to fight free but failing. “Maybe I can help the team—”

            The visitor held up a hand. “It’s no use. They’re gone.”

            “Why can’t you stop terrible things if you’re aware of them?” Clara demanded. “Why can’t I?”

            “Not in our skill set,” the visitor replied. “You’ve taken too much ownership of something that is not your responsibility, Templeton. What is your responsibility, is to—”

            “‘Wake up?’ Yes, I hear it, on the wind. In my bones. What does it mean?”

            The woman gestured before her, to Clara’s iterations. “You see the lives, don’t you?”

            “Yes.” Clara swallowed hard. “Do you?”

            “Of course I do,” the visitor replied. “I’m here to tell you that a great storm is coming. It will break across two continents; two great cities, the hearts of empires. Your team is gone and storms are coming. Weather them, find special souls and shield them. Second-guess your enemy. Find the missing link between the lives you see. Do this for yourself. And for your country.”

            Clara snorted bitterly. “Do I hear patriotism?”

            The visitor shook its head. “I owe allegiance to no land.”

            “Then what are you here for?” Clara begged.

            The visitor’s voice grew warm. “I care about certain people.”

            “Why me?”

            Show me why you, Templeton,” the visitor proclaimed. “You’re at the center of the storm. Be worthy of the squall.”

            The mockingbird made the strange, roaring sound again and the woman was gone.

            Clara’s hands shook. The people she had been in her many lives turned and looked at her, male, female, all with certain similar qualities that she recognized as uniquely hers. Curiosity. Hunger. Restlessness. Intensity. Independence. A desperate desire for noble purpose. And lonely.

She was awake. But Eterna had died, taking with it the lover no one knew she had.



 (End of Excerpt)

Next Tuesday we'll reveal excerpts from the first chapter! 

Already hooked? You can Pre-Order THE ETERNA FILES now in hardcover or in digital wherever books are sold. Get a personalized, signed copy from WORD! - Barnes and NobleIndieBound - Amazon 


Want to get a book signed??!! Check out the TOUR APPEARANCES so far! We're starting in New York City on February 11th with several Barnes & Noble signings in Florida, hitting Anachrocon in Atlanta at the end of February, Ohio readers, stay tuned for Ohio dates, and stock signing locations around the country. See the current listings.

Join Leanna's no-spam mailing list for release day announcements! Visit her website and put your email address into the column on the right or via the Appearances / Contact page.

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Cheers and happy haunting!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Upcoming Appearances, Dark Tales from Elder Regions and Updates!

My Darling Readers,

I've been quiet here on the blog as I've been deep in drafting The Eterna Files Book 2, but as we're gearing up for The Eterna Files launch on Feb 3, 2015, the Tor Books team and I are so excited about the book and launch, please stay tuned for our book tour and launch events!

My 2015 Convention schedule includes Featured Guest Appearances at: TempleCon (RI), The Steampunk World's Fair (NJ), The International Steam Symposium (OH), MistiCon (NH), Authors After Dark (GA) and many more! I'll be touring Florida with my beloved Alethea Kontis in February for multiple signings!

I've exciting new work releasing this month, welcome to DARK TALES OF ELDER REGIONS from Myth Ink Books. My short story "Roebling's Monster" headlines this creepy anthology and I'll be doing my first reading of the story and a signing this Saturday, December 6th at 11am at WINTERCON at Resort World Casino in NYC! I'll have all my books available for sale and signing!

 
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In other news, I've teamed up with writer, illustrator, producer, Mason, DJ and all around Renaissance man Thom A. Truelove on several projects for fiction and for the screen, one of which is a novel focusing on "The Visitor" who appears in the Eterna books and her fascinating trajectory and unique way of living past, present and future at once. Please follow his blog to see what he's up to and get his perspective on what we've got in store in the coming years.
 
Stay tuned for more Eterna Files excitement! And if you weren't the chosen winner of this blog's ARC contest, enter to win a copy of THE ETERNA FILES by entering Tor.com's SWEEPSTAKES!
 
Cheers and as always, Happy Haunting!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Meet THE ETERNA FILES - Advanced Reader Copy contest!

Hello friends!

I am so thrilled to have received my beautiful Advanced Reader Copies of THE ETERNA FILES today from Tor, so there simply must be a contest to receive an ARC of your very own!

 
Check out how Tor Books featured THE ETERNA FILES at New York Comic Con this year!
 
 
About the book: (From Barnes & Noble) - And YES - It's available for Pre-Order!

"Imagine The X-Files meets Jim Butcher's Harry Dresden series and set in Victorian London and New York City—welcome to The Eterna Files, written by Leanna Renee Hieber, “the brightest new star in literature”(True-Blood.net)

London, 1882: Queen Victoria appoints Harold Spire of the Metropolitan Police to Special Branch Division Omega. Omega is to secretly investigate paranormal and supernatural events and persons. Spire, a skeptic driven to protect the helpless and see justice done, is the perfect man to lead the department, which employs scholars and scientists, assassins and con men, and a traveling circus. Spire's chief researcher is Rose Everhart, who believes fervently that there is more to the world than can be seen by mortal eyes. 
 
Their first mission: find the Eterna Compound, which grants immortality. Catastrophe destroyed the hidden laboratory in New York City where Eterna was developed, but the Queen is convinced someone escaped—and has a sample of Eterna.
 
Also searching for Eterna is an American, Clara Templeton, who helped start the project after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln nearly destroyed her nation. Haunted by the ghost of her beloved, she is determined that the Eterna Compound—and the immortality it will convey—will be controlled by the United States, not Great Britain." (Releasing 2/3/15 in hardcover and digital, both formats available for pre-order across all platforms)

HOW TO ENTER THE ADVANCED READER COPY CONTEST:

Just leave a comment below discussing one of the following: what do you think of the cover? The description? For those of you familiar with my work, now that I'm with Tor Books and will be shelved in adult fantasy, with this being my first hardcover release, what do you think of this new look? Those of you for whom reading my work would be new, what are your favourite things about Gothic / Historical / Paranormal / Fantasy? (Contest open to US addresses only, please, winner will be chosen at the end of October via Random . Org)

Cheers and, as always, HAPPY HAUNTING!

Leanna