Jake Killingbear, our resident funny wolf, is taking a moment to be serious for a serious matter. He is asking you to take the Caffeine Challenge, and reach out to the kids on the Pine Ridge Reservation through Wiconi Wakan!

Click here to take the Caffeine Challenge!

Have you read the book review done by Corwin of Pagan Sci-Fi? Check it out!

Angels, werewolves, Bigfoot, giant serpents and witches in the Wisconsin Dells?? Sometimes, the truth really is stranger than fiction.

The above quote is from the description of The Sacred Oath found at theguardiansseries.com. (Fancy Fae Publishing)

After reading this book (the first installment in The Guardians Series), I was delighted to find that it offered more than just a good Pagan-friendly Young Adult story. It has all of the key elements including action, adventure, romance and suspense.

TSO is skillfully written by my friend, D.C. Grace. Each chapter is told in first person by a different character. I like this because it gives the feeling of sitting around a camp fire and hearing the characters tell their story over toasted marshmallows and hot chocolate. You get the unique opportunity to live each character’s experience through their own eyes.

While trying to cope with the loss of her husband and young son at the hands of Lilith, Grace Inez (an out-of-the-broom-closet witch), packs up her two daughters and moves from New Mexico to Wisconsin to begin a new life.

Grace’s older teen daughter, Angelina, immediately falls for a native American Adonis named Dasan Tallchief. But Dasan has a secret that, if revealed, would destroy his people.

Dasan is a werewolf. But not just any werewolf, mind you. He is the Alpha of a wolfpack, known as The Guardians, who is sworn to protect a generations-old secret and save their people from total destruction.

As the story progresses, we learn that Angelina has a mind-boggling secret which is unbeknownst even to her. It is because of this secret that she is destined to help Dasan and the Guardians defeat the evil at Thunderbird Mountain.

(Source: Pagan Sci-Fi)

Hello Guardian Angels!

Two of the cast members of the Guardians Series for its future feature film adaptation has sent you all a holiday greeting! Here is Michael Hudson, who is slated to play Dasan Tallchief.

Shannon Baker, who is to play Wakaja, has sent The Guardians fans a holiday greeting as well!

Don’t forget to check out the website greeting by “Dasan” in the Featured Video section on the right!

You remember how back in May we had a chat with DC Grace? You also remember that Josh Dibble, aka Brett joined us? Well I finally have found a way to get the transcript up and running (I know, took me long enough, right?). BUT at least everyone can now enjoy reading how goofy we truly were.

If you’re wondering about the part that was blacked out, its upon DC’s request that it be removed. It was a chat exclusive so only those who joined the chat were given some pretty awesome top secret information!

Without further ado, enjoy!

Chat From May 13, 2011

And don’t forget to join us on June 11, 2011 for a chat where we’ll talk all about Season of Destruction. So if you haven’t read it, please don’t come to chat unless you don’t mind spoilers!

Due to the devastating storms that hit the mid-west last night there is the possibility that the books The Sacred Oath & Season of Destruction could be delayed up to two weeks before hitting a bookstore near you. From everyone on the Guardians Series team & DC Grace, our thoughts & prayers goes out to everyone effected.

Ladies and Gentlemen! We have set up a date for our next chat with DC Grace! It will be AFTER The Sacred Oath and Season of Destruction are released so everyone has a chance to get familiar with the books. In this next chat we WILL be talking openly about both books so if you have NOT read either books, we’d strongly suggest waiting until you do.

Mark your calendars! The next chat will be…

Saturday, June 11, 2011 at 9:00 PM EST / 6:00 PM PST!

I have paid for the chat so it will not limit us to the amount of people in the room and I will also be able to get the transcript easily (for those who missed the chat).

CHATROOM

You can officially preorder your copy of The Sacred Oath and Season of Destruction today!

Two weeks until the release of these books and now you can secure your copy and also have it autographed by D.C. Grace, herself!

With you ordering your book before 12:01 AM May 27 you will not only get the book(s) but you’ll also get the book(s) autographed and a FREE e-book(s) that will be sent to you via email at 12:01 AM May 27! How cool is that?

You can order the book(s) individually for $13.99 + $5.00 shipping (shipping cost is per individual book order) or you can buy BOTH books together at a discounted price of $23.98 and only $5.00 shipping!

To buy your books, go here! Any questions, feel free to ask!

We have finally scheduled a chat with DC Grace! It’s open to any and ALL Guardian Angels and you’re more than welcome to talk about “The Sacred Oath” or even the upcoming “Season of Destruction” So start thinking about your questions now!

We have scheduled this chat for Friday, May 13, 2011 @ 9:00 PM EST / 6:00 PM PST.

CHATROOM

***THE CHAT IS TONIGHT!!! The password to get into the chat is ‘dcgrace’ Simple, right?***

D.C. Grace has released the book trailers for the first two books in the Guardians Series! Check them out!

The books will be released on May 27, 2011.

The Sacred Oath Book Trailer

Season of Destruction Book Trailer

A new excerpt from “Season of Destruction”

EXCERPT – SNEAK PEEK

BETWEEN THE PAGES OF

SEASON OF DESTRUCTION

BOOK TWO OF THE GUARDIANS SERIES

DASAN

WON’T BACK DOWN

I needed to regroup, needed time to think. Everything was so totally screwed, such a mess. I needed to be grounded, have my wits about me when I faced off with Brett. So when I left Angelina’s house, I ran. I ran, and I didn’t stop. It was an hour later, when my feet hurt and sweat poured down my face, that I realized where I was going—the cemetery.

Sure, it might be crazy, running all those miles to Baraboo, but I didn’t care. I needed time to think. Angelina’s lack of faith in me all but destroyed me. How could she think I would ever hurt her, or anyone else that I cared about for that matter? Why couldn’t she see that it wasn’t me doing these crazy things? It really wasn’t me, I felt it in my gut. I knew who the puppet master of that show was—it was Brett. But Angelina was so convinced it was me, that I was sick. Soon my head was battling it out, second-guessing everything. Maybe my Angel was right. Maybe I was going crazy.

I kept running through strange neighborhoods, along railroad tracks, not sure of where I was, but knowing where I was going. I felt a huge blister burst as my bare feet slammed against the pavement. The pain intensified with each step, but the pain drove me harder. Pain was all I had. Pain, and anger. I would have to stand and fight, and I would have to do it on my own. This wasn’t a pack issue, after all. This was about protecting my bond with Angelina. I loved her. I loved her more than I loved myself, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to prove it—nothing.

I must have looked as insane as Angelina thought I was, racing along the road and dashing across fields like that. If I looked like a madman, I certainly felt like one. But that’s what I was being driven to. I’d heard stories about Alphas who had imprinted, only to lose the heart of the woman they loved. It made them go nuts, drove them totally crazy. They’d devoted the rest of their lives to trying to prove their loyalty, some to the point of getting themselves killed in the process. She’d said she loved me, and I did believe her. But I also knew she didn’t trust me not to harm anyone, and that thought was almost as unbearable as the thought of losing her love. After all, you can’t have love without trust. Can you?

My lungs felt like I’d swallowed a match by the time I reached the cemetery gates. I stopped, leaning against one of the stone pillars at the entrance to hold myself up. I tried to catch my breath, sucking in as deep as I could against the thunderous hammering of my heart. I mopped the wet hair from my sweat-soaked face and fought the urge to scream from the pain that radiated through my whole body. Maybe I really was going crazy. I’d spent hours running those twenty-five miles, and didn’t care. Being a were, it didn’t take half as long as it would a human. Once I did what I came to do, I’d run all the way back to Waunakee and find that bastard, Brett. And when I did, he was a dead man.

I walked up one of the paths in the cemetery. My feet were leaving behind bloody footprints. I stopped and examined the bottoms of my feet, which were torn to pieces from running all that way barefoot. I laughed at myself and kept walking. There was a water spout that stuck up out of the ground for people who’d brought flowers to the graveyard. I turned it on and took a long drink, then rinsed my feet. The cold water made my injured feet burn, and I gritted my teeth, hissing against the sting. I splashed water on my face, then turned the water off and made my way to the middle of the cemetery.

I used to come here all the time when I was a kid, after my parents died. As I’d gotten older, I didn’t visit as much. It had been over a year since I’d visited last, but still I could have found my way blindfolded. Finally I saw the two small, simple headstones. They always seemed to stand out from the ones around them. I’d always imagined it was my parents there waiting for me, unseen, that made them stand apart like they did. As I sat down in the grass, facing the headstones, I really needed to believe it.

It was never a secret in our family that Dad had imprinted on Mom when they were teenagers. It was always something that was to be revered, something incredibly rare and special. And it was. Never in my life have I ever seen two people as in love as my parents. It wasn’t until I’d imprinted on Angelina that I fully understood the depth of what it meant. It was something far deeper than just being in love. It was like two souls in communion with each other for all time. If my parents had ever gone through anything like I was going through, they’d never told us about it. But somehow, I felt like they were the only ones who would understand. After all, attempting to protect Mom and us kids against the Hotcak on his own brought about my father’s death. And ultimately, Mom’s, too.

So I sat there, silently pleading with my parents to help me understand what to do. Maybe there was some way to tell me, give me a sign that I wasn’t going crazy, and that what I planned to do was the right thing. I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at the headstones, listening to the birds and the wind rustle the leaves on the trees. I felt someone behind me long before the shadow fell across my mother’s grave. I knew who it was, so I didn’t turn around.

“What are you doing out here, Jake?” I asked.

“I was planning to ask you the same question.”

Jake walked around in front of me and sat down on the concrete bench next to my mother’s headstone. His face looked a little surprised as he stared at me.

“Jeez, Das, you look like crap,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“What the hell is up with you, man? How’d you get out here?”

“I just took a jog,” I said, stretching my legs out in front of me.

Jake looked at the bottoms of my feet and freaked.

“Das, this is getting serious, dude!” he exclaimed. “Jeez, look at your feet! What are you doing to yourself?”

I stood up and turned away from him.

“This isn’t your concern, Jake. Go home.”

“The hell it isn’t!”

I could hear Jake coming around to face me.

“You’re my best friend, Dasan, and I’m not going to stand by and watch you destroy yourself like this!”

I whirled on Jake, standing toe to toe with him.

“And how do you think you’re going to stop me?” I growled.

“Oh, I’ll stop you,” Jake stood his ground. “Make no mistake, I’ll stop you! If it takes me, Kyle, Pay, Chayton and half the pack’s family, I’ll stop you from doing anything stupid to yourself.”

I sneered at Jake.

“I’m not doing anything to myself,” I said. “I’m just reclaiming Angel’s trust, by whatever means necessary.”

“You don’t have to kill yourself to do it.”

“There’s only one thing I care about.”

“Yeah, and how are you going to see it through to the end if you beat the hell out of yourself like you’re doing?” Jake demanded. “For crap’s sake, look at yourself!”

Jake’s words struck a chord. I knew what I must look like. My feet were shredded, my clothes were filthy, my hair was wild and I stunk. I’m sure my face showed the stress and lack of sleep I was feeling. But I just couldn’t slow down, I couldn’t quit until I knew my Angel believed in me. Only then could I rest. I turned away from Jake and started back up the path.

“Just go home, Jake,” I said.

Jake followed me.

“You think Brett’s messing with you, I heard you inside my head,” he said. “I believe you, I’ve got no reason to doubt you. You think he’s trying to come between you and Angelina? Then let me help you.”

I stopped and turned to look at Jake.

“You have no idea what I’m planning to do.”

Jake grinned at me, cracking his knuckles.

“Wanna bet?”