#RRBC August Spotlight Author – Carol Marrs Phipps
#RRBC , #RRBCSpotlightAuthor , Book Tour / August 5, 2017

It is with great pleasure ROOM WITH BOOKS introduces CAROL MARRS PHIPPS the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB “Spotlight Author“ for the month of August! What inspired the writing of Wham! Timewalker, Book 1 of the Timewalker Series? I’d have to say, this most recent series, Timewalker, was inspired by a combination of  current world political affairs, and the increasingly insane agricultural practices being carried out today, which not only poisons the food we eat, but also the land, the waterways and the very air we breathe. How sad that in “our new world order” the air in the cities, polluted by exhaust fumes and factory emissions, is cleaner and safer than what used to be fresh country air. Enough said, it is not my intention to get on my soapbox and preach to you here, but rather, to set the background for the series. Wham is the first book of a planned dystopian/scifi-fantasy/time-travel trilogy called Timewalker. It takes place in the 21st century. This world is populated by a number of races including humans, trolls elves, fairies and even the occasional dragon. The world is controlled by a new world government, but the location of the capitol and the potentate…

WATCH “RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour – Wendy Scott @WendyJayneScott
#RWISA , Watch RWISA Write / August 5, 2017

  Navigator by Wendy Scott   Luke’s body whirled through the portal in a kaleidoscope of starlight and rainbows. Burnt ozone stung his nostrils, and his stomach roiled as if live dragonflies flitted inside. He clutched his grandfather’s palm tighter, the only connection anchoring them together while they spun into the void, guided by the compass in his grandfather’s other hand. “We’re here.” His grandfather’s words whistled with wheeziness. He released Luke and turned away, pocketing the compass, but his old man’s movements weren’t quick enough to hide the tremors or his shortness of breath. A mountain breeze, tinged with smoke ruffled the tussock grasses underfoot. In the valley below, Luke pinpointed a chimney on a cluster of shacks beside fenced paddocks. Had the old man’s sense of direction faded and cast them adrift? “Follow me.” His grandfather rolled his shoulders back, lifted his head high, and led the descent. Mindful of their journey’s mission doubt dragged at Luke’s feet. At only twelve, would he be found worthy? He didn’t want to think about his grandfather’s declining health if their bid was rejected. Metallic scent tainted the air as they skirted past the dwellings; a one-room cottage, barn, and a…