Browsed by
Author: wscott

What’s In the Treasure Chest?

What’s In the Treasure Chest?

LadyStar new middle grade fantasy book series
Jessica Halloran is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“Ooh! Looky!”
Shannon O'Keene is a character in young adult fantasy books for girls
“What’s in it?”
Cecilia Ryan is a character in a modern fantasy adventure book series
“A monster.”
Talitha Casey is a character in a book series for teen girls
“Oh my goodness.”
Jessica Halloran is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“There’s no monster in that treasure chest!”
Cecilia Ryan is a character in a modern fantasy adventure book series
“Is so!”
Jessica Halloran is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“Is not!”
Ranko Whelan is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“Well why doesn’t somebody open it and then we’ll know!”
Leila Dunne is a powerful warrior character in a modern fantasy adventure series for teen girls
“What if it’s a zap lock?”
Cecilia Ryan is a character in a modern fantasy adventure book series
“Then we all go zap! Just like Jessie’s ring!”
Alanna MacLeese is a character in a new middle grade book series“Guess you’ll have to come back later, folks. We might be here a while.”
Please follow and like us:
LadyStar Monster Minute #1: Every Night is Halloween Around Here!

LadyStar Monster Minute #1: Every Night is Halloween Around Here!


Hi hi! It’s me Jessie! Remember when I said me and Talitha were writing everything down so when other people find what we wrote they’ll know about what we learned? Well, this is the story that we all decided to call the Monster Minute, because there’s always a monster in it!

Now most people probably think girls shouldn’t be fighting monsters, but we got magical weapons when we went on our first adventure, so I’m not afraid. Someone’s gotta fight ’em so it’s gotta be us! Ranko says it’s like Halloween every night around here, and she wasn’t kidding!

So now we gotta go find all the things that go bump in the night, and then like Alanna says we’re gonna bump ’em back into their spooky haunted caves and make ’em stay there! Have you ever been in a big cave where there’s treasure and magic and traps and stuff? We sure have! If it was Halloween there would be candy too!

Me and Talitha explored a big weird cave once, and it can be really scary if you let it. But we’re not going to let it, are we? We’re the Ajan Warriors! Just wait until I tell you all about the murky moss we found that tried to eat Talitha’s book! Icky! And the skitter spiders that chased us all the way up a stone staircase inside a volcano! I thought having a sword was going to make fighting monsters easier, but how do you fight millions of skittery jittery little spiders with a big sword?

You can join our adventures by visiting the Monster Minute Page, because Talitha’s gonna post aaaaaaaall our updates there. Bring your pets and your potions and extra light, because it’s better when it isn’t dark, right? See you in a minute!

The LadyStar Monster Minute updates daily!

Please follow and like us:
LadyStar for Warrior Moms and Warrior Dads: A Good Person

LadyStar for Warrior Moms and Warrior Dads: A Good Person

A Good Person

Remember when I was asked to describe LadyStar in only a few words? It’s much easier to describe my main character than it is to cover the whole story, because Jessica Halloran is easy to recognize.

I wrote her to be a “human ray of sunshine.”

I have been frequently distressed at how mean many fictional characters have become over the years. When I was growing up, I had Looney Tunes and Mister Rogers to look forward to on television. While those cartoons sometimes got a little rambunctious, there was never any bitterness or gloom in them. Fred Rogers remains one of the greatest role models in the entire history of television. Not once did Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood ever have a negative message for viewers.

The LadyStar story has a positive moral core because of Jessica. She is relentlessly optimistic and positive. Her friends call her a “goofball.” All of the girls do their fair share of teasing each other, but when push comes to shove, Jessica is almost always the reason the LadyStar characters prevail in the face of peril.

But there is more to it than Jessica’s happy personality. In the story, Jessica wields a magical weapon called Aria. It is a golden-bladed sword of nearly limitless power. Initially, it is disguised as a ring called Dawnsong. Over the course of the first book, the characters discover that both ring and sword respond to honor, valor and selfless acts of kindness and goodness.

When Jessica helps others, heals her enemies, tells the truth and avoids subterfuge and treacherous behavior, she becomes more powerful. She is literally a source of light in the story, since several of her magical abilities cause her to give off a soothing golden glow. One of the key symbolic images in LadyStar is the fact Jessica is never in the dark, unless she’s asleep, of course.

This isn’t to say Jessica doesn’t run into obstacles. The necessity of her moral foundation leads her into more than a few dilemmas through her adventures. The other characters aren’t bound by the same kinds of restrictions on their behavior, so they sometimes push the boundaries and force Jessica to continually examine and sometimes adjust her approach. In the process, the other characters learn that sometimes the ends don’t justify the means and vice versa. The moral journey the LadyStar characters take is just as important as the choices they make.

Jessica can bless and strengthen her friends, not only making them stronger but amplifying their powers as well. This ability not only reinforces her role as the positive and encouraging member of the group, but it also underlines how important teamwork is. When Jessica and any other girl on the team work together, they get more powerful. When Jessica and the whole group work together, they can accomplish the impossible, and frequently do just that.

Jessica doesn’t lie. She never uses violence unless necessary. She prefers to defend instead of attack. She eschews subterfuge, disguise, poisons and deception. She almost always announces herself and challenges her enemies face to face. She is charitable. She gives away most of the wealth she collects. She shows mercy and gives quarter, sometimes to a fault. These values sometimes put her at odds with her friends, but for Jessica, doing the right thing always prevails.

Jessica Halloran

Get your free digital copy of W. Scott’s LadyStar for Warrior Moms and Warrior Dads at the Palace in the Sky Bookstore!

Don’t forget to sign up for our mailing list to get news about our next adventure!

Please follow and like us:
Jessica and the Buggies

Jessica and the Buggies

Ranko Whelan is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“Ok, so let me get this straight, you’ll fight a giant poisonous scorpion.”
Jessica Halloran is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“Right.”
Ranko Whelan is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“And you’ll take on a rampaging wild gorilla armed with a stick.”
Jessica Halloran is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“Correct.”
Ranko Whelan is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“And you’ll battle undead fiends from beyond the grave.”
Jessica Halloran is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“Roger.”
Ranko Whelan is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“But if there’s a bug–“
Jessica Halloran is a character in W. Scott's LadyStar fantasy adventure series
“I hate buggies.”
Please follow and like us:
LadyStar for Warrior Moms and Warrior Dads: Teamwork

LadyStar for Warrior Moms and Warrior Dads: Teamwork

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you for considering the LadyStar™ fantasy adventure series. This short book will take no longer than fifteen minutes to read. It will describe why I believe the LadyStar series is important, and why I think my characters will serve to inspire, strengthen and encourage young readers like your child.

When we started this project all the way back in the summer of 2000, we knew we were setting some pretty ambitious goals for ourselves. My aritsts, my editor and my technical staff are some of the best in the world at what they do, and now I believe we’ve succeeded in launching one of the best action-adventure book series available today.

My name is W. Scott. I’m a fantasy adventure author. I’ve been writing professionally for video games, television, major corporations and my own publishing company for more than 25 years. I hold the degree of Bachelor of Arts in English Education. I’m academically qualified to teach the English language up to the high school level. My university emphasis was Creative Writing. Both my parents were award-winning television and newspaper journalists, so I come by my writing talent honestly.

When I first set out to bring Jessica Halloran and the Ajan Warriors to life, I was in the process of writing an episodic video game. My company had invented a point-and-click adventure playable in a standard web browser. I needed characters and a story.

My first thought was to license another company’s characters, but that proved to be more expensive and time consuming than I thought it would. So I created my own characters and a story world called LadyStar.

That first adventure game went on to rather impressive success. It became clear after a while that the characters and world I had created were far larger and had far more potential than just one video game. As I explored all the options available to me, I adapted the story and watched it grow. We published a print manga. We published a web comic with more than a quarter million readers. We produced a full line of licensed merchandise. We recorded an audiocast. I wrote a 79,000-word novel which remained my best-selling book for three years.

Each time we developed and released a new product, the story got stronger, the characters became more interesting, and the world they inhabited became more vivid. All we needed was something to bring it all together.

So in January of 2017, I sat down to a blank screen to reboot my series. I wrote an original full-length fantasy adventure novel called Dawnsong. I believe it is the finest work of my career so far.

Let me explain why.

Teamwork

Growing up, I played a lot of sports. I joined numerous organizations for kids my age including scouting, a swim team and finally marching band in both high school and college. The one thing all those experiences had in common was the primacy of teamwork and sportsmanship. I learned how important teamwork was for success in life from participating in those clubs and teams. I found out what it was like to be a champion, and why I was able to participate in so many victories.

I’ve been asked on numerous occasions to describe the LadyStar story in as few words as possible. Business executives call it an “elevator pitch.” I’ve gotten pretty good at rattling off shorter and shorter summaries of my work over the years.

Now I can describe it in one word: teamwork.

That word raises eyebrows from time to time. You see, all seven of my main characters are girls between the ages of 11 and 18. Unfortunately in American popular culture, we don’t do a very good job of portraying girls working together as a team. When America encounters more than one fictional teenage girl, they are usually rivals.

If you’ve spent even a little time watching television written for teenage audiences, you will instantly recognize how central rivalry is in many storylines. I call it the “homecoming queen syndrome.” The show starts with many girls, and ends when one claims the tiara and all her rivals are destroyed.

That’s not a healthy message. It becomes destructive when it is portrayed as normal. Treachery and bitterness are a reality, to be sure, but they certainly shouldn’t be presented as goals or as a basis for success in life.

In LadyStar, Jessica and her friends work together as a team to overcome challenges and obstacles. Each character has a different personality and brings different strengths and weaknesses to the group. Throughout the story, the girls put a great deal of effort into learning how to work together. They don’t always agree, but they never become bitter or hostile to each other.

There are no attitudes. There is no unacceptable language. The characters don’t betray or sabotage each other.

This basic focus on teamwork becomes very important later in the series because each character develops different powers and fighting abilities. They quickly learn to depend on each other. Jessica Halloran’s adventures powerfully reinforce the values of friendship and teamwork chapter after chapter.

We’ve never had a problem teaching young boys the vital importance of teamwork. There is no reason we can’t teach exactly the same values to girls. Communicating those values is one of the reasons I wrote this book.

Jessica Halloran

Get your free digital copy of W. Scott’s LadyStar for Warrior Moms and Warrior Dads at the Palace in the Sky Bookstore!

Don’t forget to sign up for our mailing list to get news about our next adventure!

Please follow and like us:
The Professor Joins the Team

The Professor Joins the Team


“I hear flower girl has her own character page!”
Jessica Halloran
“Yay! Ice cream for everyone! Her page is linked from our character roster too!”

“It even has a part about Leafy!”

“I propose her new nickname should be Dragon Girl.”
Jessica Halloran
“Seconded.”

“Three-did!”

“Motion carried. The Professor is now Dragon Girl.”

“Oh my goodness.”
Please follow and like us:
No Savage Under This Moon Chapter Thirteen

No Savage Under This Moon Chapter Thirteen

The following is the 13th chapter of No Savage Under This Moon, a middle-grade noblebright standalone novella by fantasy adventure author W. Scott

Don’t forget to join the LadyStar Mailing List!



“You must never be cruel or mistreat any animal, no matter how small.”
— The Huntress
Lord Omen Forest
Threelands
Near the west end of Razor Pass

Chapter Thirteen

Kishi hurried across the fallen tree trunk and vanished into the underbrush. Though his weight and size were considerable, especially among creatures common to Threelands, despite his anxious speed, the big cat made not even the slightest sound. Alerting anyone, or anything to his presence here could be dangerous, and not just for him.

A cub was missing. The human cub.

For the wolfpack, the first rule of the hunt was a simple one: defend your own. Members of the pack were not expendable. A trained hunter, after all, represented a tremendous cost in time, food and care. Even wolves were intelligent enough to understand the concept of cost, as it was often paid in blood. At the same time, they understood each trained hunter could be responsible for weeks worth of sustenance for the pack, and the training of many young wolves.

The Huntress understood this, because she had run and fought with the pack well and often enough to be called ‘Sister.’ But for Kishi, though he had been accepted into the same family of hunters as Shannon, his code had a law superior even to the first rule:

Defend the cubs, at any cost.

The other Ajan Warriors were combing through the same forest, using all their powers trying to find Jessica and Cici at the same time. The Warrior of the Sunrise had not been seen since she escaped. Now Cici was lost as well, and that could only mean trouble. Either she was hurt, or worse. Kishi instinctively understood any of those situations could be disastrous, especially here in Razor Pass.

A faint sound sent a surge of adrenaline through his legs and Kishi vaulted straight up, clamping his claws into a tree branch some twenty feet off the ground. He slid past the trunk and padded along a thicker branch, scanning the inky shadows of the forest floor for movement. The hair on the back of his neck rose and his eyes narrowed as he saw the pale fur of a coyote.

It rooted around a nearby tree for a moment, obviously tracking something. Fortunately Kishi had been upwind when he treed, so the creature would have no way of knowing there was another animal here, at least for the moment. The coyote’s insistent snuffling along the leafy dirt indicated it had a trail, and that wasn’t good news. If it was tracking the Warrior of Stone, Kishi would have very little time to figure out what to do.

Kishi considered the Ajan Warriors to be one big hunting party. His “pack” so to speak. The luxury of numerous fighters with powerful weapons and magic combined with their ability to build fires, catch fish, find water and all have the habit of scritching big cat ears was unmistakable. So his hunter’s code had simply been expanded to include them all.

It was possible the scavenger could lead Kishi closer to where Cici might be found, but there was no advantage in allowing a dangerous animal close to an injured or lost pack member. A Midnight Cougar, after all, had considerable tracking skill and senses equal to any other forest creature. It would be convenience, not necessity, that would cause Kishi to follow. But even that convenience would be risky.

No, if the coyote approached Kishi’s friend, there would be no choice but to kill it as quickly as possible. The rib-thin coyote would be no match for the big cat watching it intently from overhead, but if there were other coyotes nearby…

Finally after a few minutes, the scavenger wandered back into the darkness, giving Kishi an opportunity to return to the forest floor undetected. The black cat slid claw by claw down the side of the ash tree until he was close enough to hop down to the dirt. He immediately prowled to the edge of the copse of trees the coyote had been investigating and sniffed around, trying to find the trail the other animal had been following.

It was then he saw a dim yellowish light from behind one of the nearby trees. As quickly as he could, Kishi hurried across the dark grove to investigate. Lying on its side next to a rotted stump in a muddy-looking depression in the soil was the Chronicler’s Lantern.

Only the Citrine Lens was visible, and that was the source of the light Kishi had seen. Only a few feet away, laying on the ground in her full battle armor was the Warrior of Stone.

Kishi’s ears perked, but he didn’t approach right away. There was something wrong with this situation. Cici was just laying out in the middle of the forest. From where Kishi was standing, she didn’t appear to be hurt. She looked more like she was asleep, and that was very unusual. Why would she stop to sleep in the middle of Razor Pass? Like all the other Ajan Warriors, Cici knew how dangerous this part of Threelands was. It was certainly not a place to sleep defenseless in the open forest.

None of the other warriors was nearby, and neither was Teko, so there was no way for Kishi to get word to them that Cici had been found. It was up to him to get her to safety. It was at that moment he saw a pair of staring eyes across the grove. The faint outline of a coyote’s head was visible around them. Pointed ears stood straight up. The coyote didn’t move. It was almost exactly the same distance from Cici as Kishi was.

Too close.

Danger surged and Kishi’s fighting mind took over. He lowered his ears and head. The muscles in his back, shoulders and legs rippled and tensed as he began to move forward, placing one massive paw on the ground in front of the other. His eyes flashed with feral anger, locked on the rival animal. Kishi kept his tail low and his back legs coiled tightly, ready to spring in any direction in case the coyote decided to fight over Cici.

The rumbling, hard-edged growl from Kishi signaled in no uncertain terms to whatever animals heard it that this area was off-limits, especially to scavengers. Most coyotes rarely, if ever, found themselves up against a 300-pound cougar, but even though most of them had never heard such a sound, there could be little doubt as to its meaning.

A claim had been staked. There were two remaining choices: Leave or fight. This particular animal immediately cringed and backed away, lowering its own ears and baring its teeth. As it moved away, it revealed a second coyote just behind it. The second animal flipped its tail back and forth once as it trotted forward, pausing several yards away.

It was clear by now these coyotes were more than casually interested in whatever Kishi was guarding.

The second animal was covered in dried mud. It yipped a few times, almost playfully, as the first continued baring its teeth, watching the enormous graceful form of the shadowy cat as it slunk past Cici and took up a squarely defensive position between the coyotes and the unconscious human.

Though coyotes had their own understanding of them, cougars were known by humans far and wide as “devil cats,” mainly due to their blood-curdling screams when confronted. Kishi was easily a hundred pounds heavier than even the most overgrown mountain cat, and it was for that reason he should never have been able to move as quickly as he did.

The coyotes scattered in opposite directions as Kishi exploded forward in a silent lunging strike. The freshly wet leaves under the coyotes tracks left no doubt as to their state of mind facing this black-clawed specter. Kishi circled back towards Cici, swishing his tail angrily and watching one of the creatures with a locked stare as it trotted along the edge of the grove.

Whatever the big cat was guarding, the coyotes knew it must be priceless. There was no other reason for a cougar to risk its safety like this. This just made the coyotes more curious. They continued to circle at a considerable distance. Kishi reached the spot where Cici was and nudged her with his snout a few times, trying to get her to wake up. She still appeared uninjured. Even though the Warrior of Stone was somewhat… unpredictable, if Cici were awake, Kishi knew her powers would be substantially useful. As hungry as they might be, coyotes were unlikely to stick around for long if they were facing Ajan battle magic.

Cici was breathing, but she couldn’t be awakened.

Kishi’s whiskers and fangs pulled back as he inhaled and hissed, glaring furiously at the dog-like scavenger now standing its ground only a few feet away. Even though the cat’s challenge crackled over the coyote’s fur like electricity, it stood as if daring Kishi to attack. The big cat was smarter than that, though. With the second coyote on the opposite side of the grove, the further Kishi pursued the first, the more time the second would have to sneak in and possibly injure Cici.

There was another, possibly more dangerous factor involved now, however. The longer this standoff continued, the more likely it was other coyotes would arrive, and soon. As their numbers increased, so would their bravery. Kishi wasn’t concerned for his own safety. As stupid as coyotes could be, they weren’t given to openly attacking a midnight cougar unless cornered or protecting their own pups. The human cub, however, didn’t have the same speed or defenses. This had to end, and quickly.

A spine-freezing scream erupted from the big cat. The coyote sprang back and lowered its own ears. Kishi’s eyes flashed intensely as his growl subsided. Making such a loud noise was risky, but time was short. Kishi rushed forward, accelerating as he bore down on the cowering animal. The coyote turned to flee and the big cat’s snake-quick claw snagged it’s hind quarters just before it escaped. The animal yelped and scuttled into the darkness.

Kishi whirled as the second coyote, head down, approached within a yard of Cici’s feet. Unfortunately for the animal, it had over-reached. In a single leap, the big cat was upon its foe. The coyote reared back, snapping and barking desperately, looking for the crucial openings: throat, eyes, ears; but it was hopelessly outclassed, off-balance and on the defensive. Kishi didn’t waste time with the tactics of fighting dogs: those were mostly noise and show designed to warn off an opponent.

His strategy was a single, powerful strike directed squarely at the coyote’s throat. The speed and weight of Kishi’s shoulders and head knocked the animal back as lethal feline teeth clamped down around it’s neck. The scavenger flipped backwards as Kishi’s jaws speared the coyote’s head into the ground. Had the fractured skull not killed it outright, the animal’s broken neck would have.

First blood. Now Kishi was out of options. He had to get Cici to safety. He had just performed the wilderness equivalent of setting off a burglar alarm, and not the silent kind.

The big cat nudged Cici a few more times. Failing to get a response, he gathered one of the shoulder appliques of the Pathfinder Warrior’s thick leather armor in his teeth and picked her up as if carrying a baby cougar by the nape of its neck.

Cici’s arms and head hung from her armor as Kishi stalked along, dragging her feet on the ground. Within moments they were far enough away from the coyote’s corpse to at least make it a chase for any latecomers to threaten them again.

The Warrior of the Night ran faster than she thought a human being was capable. The sensations in her mind were all too familiar: Pain, fatigue, danger. She had heard the sound of her hunting companion’s battle cry, both with her ears and then with her mind, and her instincts had responded. Unfortunately for Ranko and Talitha, that meant watching Shannon race into the night alone, responding to something they neither saw nor heard.

Ranko was about to say something when she noticed Talitha’s eyes were closed. She was concentrating intently. The Forest Warrior’s senses operated differently than the Huntress, but they were augmented by the abundant plant life that surrounded them. She reached out into the leafy flora with her mind, listening to the immense and powerful primal heartbeat of her own brothers and sisters, seeking their guidance as to what the approaching danger was.

Unfortunately, the trees and leafy ground plants considered few things urgent, so gathering information was often time-consuming.

The Warrior of the Night scrambled up a stout incline and stopped at the treeline.

“CREE-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Alanna MacLeese had broken from a sloping stand of ash on to a rocky clearing when she heard the unmistakable sound carry off the ridge and soar into the gully.

It was the Huntress’ battle cry, and it was close. She hefted her weapon and quickly began the climb back out of the gully towards the forest.

Shannon darted through the densely packed trees, her Longbow twisting against the harness across her back. Whatever it was, she was getting closer. Animal scents were everywhere. Either there was a forest fire and they were fleeing their homes, or something was moving in numbers.

It wasn’t her pack, as they had just began to range back towards Threelands from Snow’s Edge many miles to the north. It might have been a rogue wolf, but a single animal wouldn’t account for the frenzied cacophony of scent all over the forest. Same for a cougar. It was a group of animals. The Huntress had her suspicions, and that only made her run faster.

She leaped over a gnarled pile of tree limbs, a willow trunk, and a tightly packed pile of recently thawed mud, and landed face to face with a snarling coyote. The dark-furred, thin animal looked up into the face of the Warrior of the Night.

The tall girl’s hair was strung with laces studded with pointed teeth, and hung loose across her shoulders. The smooth, threatening upper half of her ominous black weapon loomed over one shoulder, and the fletched ends of her silvery arrows were visible over the other. The scavenger’s ears flattened as it saw her eyes. They were feral green points against a face covered by a bottomless shadow. There would be no posturing here. No challenge and no show of fight. Behind those fiery eyes and standing on two feet was a creature like no other with the mind and heart of the most formidable predator a coyote’s relatively tiny mind could possibly fathom.

The Huntress had no time for challenges either. She whispered a cruel challenge in the feral language of the night: the equivalent of ten cougars screaming at once. They were sounds only a nocturnal animal could understand, and their effect was both immediate and profound. The slithering grip of death fear clamped around the creature’s lungs and it tore away into the darkness, whimpering.

Kishi continued along the sparser edge of the forest, slowly angling towards the water as he dragged the unconscious Cici along by her armor. If he had to fight, and it had to be against several other animals, the water would give him valuable advantages. Big cats learned from an early age to swim, dive and move in river water so they could keep themselves supplied with tasty freshwater fish. A cat’s cuisine, after all, was much more sophisticated than a coyote’s. Scavengers would eat anything. Kishi preferred a finer menu. More importantly, he was twice as dangerous in four feet of water than he was on land.

Shannon knew if coyotes were on the move, that Kishi would know exactly what to do. For that reason she immediately changed direction and began hurrying along the banks of the river at the forest’s edge. If there was going to be a fight, that’s where it would happen. The Huntress was not quite as adept at water combat as her companion, but if the fight did start at the river’s edge, she was well prepared to make absolutely certain it ended there.

Jessica Halloran

Don’t forget to sign up for our mailing list for your free book and news about our next adventure!

Please follow and like us: