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Blog Tour: THE KINGDOM LIGHTS by Steven VS [Guest Post + giveaway!]

The hardest part about writing is…

I think when it comes to writing you have to completely give yourself to your writing, hold nothing back whatsoever. You have to really pour your heart and soul into what you are writing because it really resonates and empowers your words.

I am by nature a very secretive person. I’m not entirely sure why, I guess I am the opposite of people who like the center of attention – I hate being the center of attention. Sometimes I can’t always express myself as well as I’d like and because of this I imagine that many people around me don’t know me quite as well they’d imagine.

I bear everything in my writing, my heart and soul. My dreams, aspirations, fears, doubts, it is the most honest expression of who I am. Sure I’ve never lived on a floating city in the sky, but I have felt loss. I have felt pain, I have wanted something so badly that it would tear me down every time I couldn’t get it. There’s a saying in boxing “Leave it all in the ring” as in when you are there give it a 100%, hold nothing back. This is how I approach writing, I throw all of who I am into the words, give myself completely.

And I think that is the hardest part for me. Knowing that all my innermost feelings are now out there for anyone to read, and maybe even judge. But for me, this is the only way to write. With heart.


In a world where cities float, airships sail the skies and mythical creatures are summoned in a pinch, Celes Vale is distinctly average. Living in the shadow of his talented cousin and his powerful aunt and uncle, Celes is resigned to a future of soot, factories and well, more soot.

But on the night of his twelfth birthday everything changes. A blinding light, a whispered voice and in an instant Celes becomes the first ordinary child in history to develop magic, sending him on a fast-track ticket to the greatest of the floating cities, Gardarel. Boasting grand, elegant buildings wrought from shimmering white stone, the entire city appears as though it has been built from light, and so it has come to be called the Kingdom Lights.

Though some welcome Celes, others want the dirt-ridden up-start off their city preferably head first. Nowhere is this clearer than in the attitude and actions of the beautiful and haughty Lady Ban and her sneering nephew, Marcus Blackwood. But Blackwood, with his gang of goons and unimaginative one-liners, is soon the least of Celes s problems.
With a little magic and a lot of detective work, Celes and his group of Scurriers and Wisps unravel the dark truth behind Lady Ban s prim, perfect smile an alliance to the villainous Wardens and the masked man who leads them. However, in his attempt to expose Lady Ban, Celes unwittingly stumbles onto an even darker conspiracy a plan that could lead to the complete destruction of Gardarel itself.


Light. Beautiful, pulsing, bathing him in its emerald glow…his eyes were peering open now, his mind fumbling for thoughts and memories, a taste like metal upon his tongue.

“Are you hurt?” said a voice, faint, distant. “I didn’t want to hurt you, but I didn’t have a choice.”

“Choice?” the boy croaked. He tried to reach up, but his hands had been bound, thick ropes cutting into soft flesh. I’m back in the Gravity Rooms, he realized, though the chamber itself had been transformed entirely. The emerald light now dripped with the crimson of hundreds of Flare Crystals, as though an angry swarm had surged forth against a far larger beast.

“I know why you’re here, but I...you can’t stop this.” As his eyes began to focus, Celes saw the Warden standing before him, draped in a white cloak, his iron mask half-hidden beneath his hood. It was strange, so strange to find the spectre amongst shadows for once illuminated.

“You can’t,” said Celes his lips cracked, his thoughts dizzy. What’s…my head, I can’t think… “You can’t destroy Gardarel. Please. I know you’re working for Lady Ban. You don’t…you don’t have to do this!”

The Warden took a knee before him. “I do,” came the whispered reply, soft and sad. “They made their choice; and I, mine.”  



A resident of the sleepy coastal town of Bexhill, East Sussex, England. Steven graduated in the summer of 2013 from the University of Southampton with a Bachelor of Medicine Degree and a Master’s Degree in Global Health from Sussex University – where he spent the majority of his time in Shawcross writing this novel!

In between writing and dreaming Steven is a medical doctor and has worked at the University Hospital of North Staffordshire and the Princess Royal where he fights the system with quirky lanyards.

Steven’s debut novel steampunk fantasy The Kingdom Lights is out on October 17th published by Neverland Publishing. http://stevenvs.co.uk/


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stacey dempsey said...

Thank you I enjoyed the excerpt


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