J.E. Lowder has played bass for Shania Twain, been charged by a black rhino while on safari, and visited the Oval Office. He honed his love for both music and writing while in high school when he went backstage to interview such artists as Bob Seger, Rush and Kansas – “sorta like “Almost Famous” but without Kate Hudson!” he quips.
Lowder draws from all these experiences and injects a healthy dose of pure imagination when crafting his debut fantasy series, The War of Whispers. He points to the a quote by G.K. Chesterton as the summation of his writing philosophy: “Nay, the really sane man knows that he has a touch of the madman.”
He is married, the father of four wonderful children, and is a proud grandfather. He lives near Nashville, TN where he continues to write. An avid biker, Lowder says he is “always on the prowl for adventure and stories.”
When Kings Clash
War of Whispers – Book III
In mad times such as these,” Lassiter offered with one last look at the ridgeline, “sometimes the sane thing to do is be mad yourself.” Mälque risked a quick glance as they rolled past the corpse of his brother. “Ain’t nothin’ but dyin’ out here today.” In a softer voice, as if offering a prayer or reciting a prophecy of his own demise, he added: “Nothin’ but dyin’ everywhere you look.”
Yet when all hope is lost, a whisper comes.
The War of Whispers rages.
“It’s beauty is it’s deception. Burn it, child. Destroy it, before it destroys us all.”
Elabea calmly lifted the parchment from the hearth. “How could something so beautiful be evil?”
Fantasy is not my first genre as a reader and yet J.E. Lowder has kept me captivated the entire series with amazing storytelling.
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Tears of Min Brock
The Dark War is over. Betrayal, defeat and death forever accompany any mention of the battlefield known as Min Brock. The shining kingdom of Claire is no more. Any hint of rebellion is supressed by the constant drone that echoes throughout the land. The Oracles of the Council of Ebon forbid even mentioning the name of the King of Claire, on pain of death.
Yet in the night… a whisper comes.
The Council of Ebon encircle the Cauldron, their grotesque features shrouded in shadows. With voices like ice shards scraping against stone, they disclosed their dark prophesy. War between the dark nation of Ebon and rebel forces is imminent. The Martyr’s Moon rises. The blood of a storyteller is spilled. Hope vanishes. Yet in night, the King of Claire whispers.