Blog Tour: In The Foothills of Mt. Empyreal: End is Now by Connor Titus

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Title:  In The Foothills of Mt. Empyreal: The End is Now

Author:  Crystal Connor, writing as Connor Titus

Published:  May 26th, 2014

Word Count:  approx. 81,000

Genre:  Horror, Dark Fantasy, Apocalyptic

Content Warning:  Adult content and violence

Recommended Age:  17+


The Order of The Sentinels.

The Order of The Learned.

The Order of The Writs.

The Order of The Cloth.



In the foothills of Mt. Empyreal the most powerful forces in the world are drawn into combat.

And the fate of all the world hangs in the balance.


Excerpt from The End is Now by Connor Titus:

For  hours,  she  drove  in silence, enjoying the beauty of  the  wintry  landscape  that seemed somehow amplified in the quiet of a planet without the noise of technology. The  rumble  of  the  engine against  the  backdrop  of  the stillness lured Khrystle into a state of calmness that she had never  before  achieved,  but when the abomination wrapped its  tail  around her  wrist,  she was jerked back to reality by the  sounds  of  her  own screaming.

She slid to a screeching stop and  jumped  from the  ATV. After a deep breath, she put the demonic  spawn  back  in  the cargo space and picked up her shotgun for comfort.

The reprieve was short-lived.

It was a military plane, a fighter jet, and its silent descent from the sky was nothing short  of memorizing. There was an earth-shattering explosion. Moments later, she was blasted off her feet by the hot wind.

Standing,  she  watched  the black  smoke  climb  into  the bright sky. How long  she   stood  staring, she  couldn’t  remember, but after a while, she straddled the vehicle and started the engine.

It  had taken her two days to

reach the …


It took Khrystle a moment to realize  that  the  dissemination before her was the result of the fighter  jet  slamming  into  an Amtrak.

The sickly sweet,  acrid smell that  seared her  throat  was so strong she could actually taste it. When it donned on her that it was the smell of burning flesh, she fell to her knees and soiled the pristine snow as her body violently emptied the meager contents of her stomach.

At  that  moment,  she couldn’t remember  a  prayer,  so  she wept instead.

The dog’s growling was barely heard above the girl’s sobbing, but was loud enough to cease her tears.

Rising from the basin with the black  smoke  and  red-orange flame was a man. She stood as she watched him stumble, fall, and struggle to his feet, only to fall again.

Blood poured from beneath his hair to fall across his swollen face like a cascade. The purple bruising around his  right  eye had caused it to close; his left eye stared at nothing.

The  threads  of  his  charred pants  billowed  in  the  winter breeze,  exposing  muscle  and

bone  from the  rip  in  flesh above his right  knee.  Second and third degree burns covered

his  skin  and  a  book  was clutched  within  his  blistering


How was it, she asked herself, that this man would be able towalk away from a train wreck?

When he was mere feet from Khrystle, he collapsed. She ran to him. Kneeling, she  unzipped her  duffle  bag,  but  was distracted as she reached in for her medical kit.

It was a feather, a large black feather  from  a  crow.  She looked up in time to watch the black bird land on the power line. Before she had the time to look away, another bird landed.

And  then  another,  and  yet another.

In  just  minutes  hundreds  of crows  were  assembled judiciously above her.

Their  silence  was  alarming.

She dragged her attention from the birds to the man who lay injured. That  simple  act  caused  her vision  to  blacken  along  the edges.

Her  question  was  answered when  she  saw the  book  he clutched. The storm that surged across her mind was as forceful and devastating as a category five  hurricane, leaving

debilitating  fear  and  biting goose bumps in its wake.

And through the dark,  he will come to shield the book.

The  embossing  on  the  book was written in Aramaic, but she knew what it said anyway.

This is the Book of the First.

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About the Author:

Crystal Y. Connor grew up telling spooky little campfire-style stories at slumber parties. Living on a steady literary diet of Stephen King, Robin Cook, Dean R. Koontz and healthy doses of cinema masterpieces such as The Birds, Friday the 13th, Hellraiser, The Outer Limits and The Twilight Zone it surprises no one that she ended up writing a horror novel! 

Crystal now living in Seattle has been writing poetry and short stories specializing in the Urban Fantasy, Science Fiction, and  Horror since before Jr. high School. The Darkness, her début novel and book I in The Spectrum Trilogy has been selected as a two time Award-Winning Finalist in the 2011International Book Awards in the fiction categories of Cross Genre Fiction and Multicultural Fiction.

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Title:   The Guardians of Man: Black Feathers Fell in the Foothills of Mt. Empyreal

Author:  Lori Titus, writing as Connor Titus

Published:  May 26th, 2014

Word Count:  68,000

Genre:  Horror, Dark Fantasy, Apocalyptic

Content Warning:  Adult content and violence

Recommended Age:  17+


In the mountain community of Fate’s Keep, the battle for mankind had begun.

After a geometric storm plunges the world into darkness, destroying electronic communication, light, and power, residents living in the shadow of Mt. Empyreal struggle for survival. Terrified of what is yet to come, they hide in their homes, waiting for the first, overdue snowfall of the year to come.

Along with the snow comes an ancient evil, free after centuries of imprisonment. The birth of a child and the worldwide power outage are only the start of events that have been prophesied.

With time running out, and supernatural enemies surrounding them, will The Guardians of Man be able to save the Earth?

Excerpt for The Guardians of Man:

And through the dark, he will come to shield the book.
Jessica heard the words as if they came to her from some faraway place, but she was very sure of what was being said. Despite the fact that the words were not English, some primal instinct made the words as clear as her mother tongue.
In the dream, she was outside in the snow. From a mountain top she looked down and saw the town below. Part was lost in smoke and ashes. She could make out movement in the streets. Black crows rose in the air, unfettered by the acid snow that fell upon them.

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About the Author:

Lori Titus is the author of Lazarus (September 2010) and Green Water Lullaby: A Collection of Short Stories (March 2011), and Hailey’s Shadow (June 2011).

Lori is also the Managing Editor of Flashes in the Dark, a website that features flash fiction, serials, and author interviews.

Lori splits her time between blogging, and working on several writing and editing projects.

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Giveaway Details:

There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:

  • One lucky winner will win signed print copy of BOTH books, T-shirt of each book, Signed print copy of The Darkness: Book 1 of the Spectrum Trilogy by Crystal Connor, Signed print copy of Hunting in Closed Spaces: Vol 1 of the Marradith Ryder Series by Lori Titus (INT)

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  1. Thank you so much Lady Amber for hosting a stop for us! Have a good weekend and super good luck to everyone who entered the contest =D


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