A fantasy trilogy written by M.K. Presson

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Author’s Mugshots

If you’re a new author out there holding your baby manuscript in your hands as it cries for recognition, you’ve more than likely come across this one important question in your search to be noticed: Do I include an author photo on the back cover or not? If you haven’t yet pondered this quandary, then sit back and let me dispense some useful (or useless) advice.

First off, what kind of book did you spend hours slaving over a keyboard writing? if it’s a weight loss book, then you probably want your mugshot to say “Hey look-it! If I can loose a small panda in weight, so can you!” It’s an excellent marketing tool to perk up your readers to your ideas and let them see the results they could achieve from following your carefully devised diet plan. If you’re a chef, then the answer to showing off your happy smile over a skillet of sauteed veggies is a a lip-smackin’ mmmm-good. You’ll notice those two examples fall into the ‘self-help’ category.

If you’re like me, and you wrote an epic fantasy novel, more than likely the answer to this burning question is not as clear as an 80’s crystal plastic phone. Fantasy and Science Fiction novels are predominately populated by male authors –usually middle-aged, (although Christopher Paulini broke that vicious circle with “Eragon.” –and yes, I know what you’re thinking. I’ll write a post discussing the Paulini topic later.) The rare women such as Ann McCaffery, Tanya Huff, and J.K. Rowling stamped their permanent signitures in the Fiction Club for Men sign-in book. Because of this genre’s history, my mentor advised me to keep my visage away from my first novel and save it for the 2nd one. By that time, my reader will (hopefully) be hooked on the story enough to not care what M.K. Presson looks like, or if he/she has boobs or moobs.

Statistically, guys are less likely to pick up an epic fantasy written by a woman. It’s probably because they think girls don’t know how to write battle scenes, and will fill every page with hearts and romantic beach scenes staring Fabio’s gorgeous younger look-alike–like a harlequin novel. Let me be the first to call that assumption a great big pile of gantu stank. Not only can women write amazingly vivid battle scenes, but we also know how to write of wounded men missing limbs, or women lamenting over their dead husbands, and of children becoming orphans when their father is impaled by the enemy’s halberd and left to rot in a steaming pool of his own squishy eviscerated innards.

Nastyness aside, if you decide you want to put your photo on the cover of your book, it’s your choice. If you throw caution to the wind, make sure your photo is professional and matches the tone of your story. If you’re more paranoid or want to keep your story androgynous, then just make sure your bio on the back lets your readers know you’re serious. Either way, I wish you the best of luck, whether I see your smiling face staring back from a bookshelf or not.

Stay imaginative, my friends.


Holy Act of Randomness!

Who says random awesomeness is reserved for tasty waves or insane decisions to go cliff diving at midnight?  I was able to get my own little lip-smackin’ treat of said goodness, albeit with less of an adrenaline rush, but infused with lots of ‘say what now?’ sprinkled in.

Last weekend, my mother and I took a long, grueling roadtrip into Salt Lake City, Utah from Los Angeles. 15 hours later, we arrived at my grandmother’s house and promptly died on the neatly made beds downstairs. As amazing at it would have been to have slept through the entirety of Friday, my mom and I made some calls to the local bookstores. Those that said ‘yes’ to even wanting to sniff the cover of my novel were met with happy squeals of delight upon reaching their stores. Two locations; Sanders Books and Eborn Books now both have Itara: Son of C’reseth on their shelves.

Now to the sweet, sweet joy. Friday night, Bret Eborn (owner of Eborn Books) invited me to show up to the Valley Fair Mall in Taylorsville, where he said I could sell some of my books out in front of the store.  At last minute.  Without any fanfare, marketing, or cardboard signs.  The fact that he invited a no-body in the family of Authors across the globe shocked me.  Nay, floored me like a science nerd reeling from a fresh VIP invitation to the Playboy Mansion’s coveted Grotto. I scouted the mall store out the night before, and showed up at 11:30am on Saturday, books in hand, and my laptop ready to display my artwork of Mason. Since all of my props had been left at home, this was all I had. During the course of 7 hours, I spoke with many different people, handed out slips of paper with my website and amazon information on it, told the curious about my story, and signed copies of Itara: Son of C’reseth to those who were intrigued enough to buy one. In all, I sold 11 books that day, and left 3 at the store. Hernan, a kind gentleman, was my first sale.  That is an entirely new record for me!  Plus, my tenth sale wanted her picture taken with me… AS AN AUTHOR!  Little ‘ol country-bumpkin me. It could not have gone any better had a kick-line showed up to dance out front with pearly white smiles. I am still grinning at how incredible random circumstances can be.  Of course, I poured out my thanks to Mr. Eborn for giving me this rare opportunity.

My grandmother’s 80’th birthday hosted many relatives I had not seen in years, as well as a very happy and understanding grandmother herself. I thanked her for letting me share her special day. Mr. Eborn has invited me back. Perhaps when I have enough money, and a little more time to plan, I will save up for a plane ticket and fly to Utah rather than sunburn my feet on a 2,224 mile roadtrip in a 4 cylinder puddle jumper.

Thank you, Salt Lake City and Taylorsville. 🙂  You’ve put a skip into the step of this neophyte author.

A little Change of Plans….

It seems I have the layout for this site a little backwards. See, I keep updating the ‘NEWS’ page, but it doesn’t show up to anyone who’s subscribed to this site. So, I’m switching things up a bit. The ‘NEWS’ page will appear first, and you can click on a new ‘WELCOME’ page to be added to see the plot of “Itara: Son of C’reseth” along with the cover art, and…. well, basically everything that’s on this page right now.

For a first update: I will be in Salt Lake City, Utah, and Taylorsville this weekend on a family vacation. A few of the bookstores have agreed to carry my novel on their shelves under consignment. So, if you live in Utah, and you want a copy, I will post a list of the bookstores here so You can see which ones have them. Also, Barns & Noble carries it. All you have to do is walk in and ask. They can order it right there. 🙂

Thank you, and that’s your ‘heads up!’ on the upcoming change to the site.

The Itara Trilogy


Book 1 of the Itara Trilogy, Son of C’reseth has officially been Published!  It can be found Here, and through your local bookstore, Barns & Noble, as well as Amazon.com.   Click on the “CONTACT” page to send me an email. 🙂

(‘News’ page updated 7/14/11)

Also check out my other blog page “Ferinlayth” at WordPress.com.  I will be resurrecting it from the shadows of the Forgotten.

Check out the “NEWS” page for upcoming events, and the “GALLERY” page for concept art, and a map of Itara.  Got fanart?  Let me know and I’ll post it!



*The first book is dedicated to my friends and family, for their patience, their belief in me, and their belief in this story.

*The entire trilogy is dedicated to Jonathan Brandis, always my inspiration.  Kel Ashon, mei manadh.  (P’nai: Good journey, my friend“).


or half a century, war has waged between the citizens of Itára, and the macabre forces of the golden-eyed dragons of the Svorin Dominion.  The despotic Krai’ta’or, Tochravanthis, seeks to control the continent out of vengeance fueled by a deep hatred for the magic-bearing humans known as P’nai.  The legend of the Ihánar is the cornerstone for those fighting to remain free.

Mason Kitch has spent his youth among the shade of Lottenwood’s willowy boughs, and the cobbled streets of C’reseth as the grandson of the town blacksmith.  What he knows of his predictable world will soon evaporate as fate sends him into the unknown lands of Itára on a search for a family friend, and his destiny.

Now, Mason is faced with braving the dark challenges that have vanquished his race, and outlawed magic from the lands.  To keep the embers of the past alive, he must learn the forbidden art of his ancestry before the stain of history can repeat itself.

Cover art is here!