Friday, December 25, 2015

This is the reason I wrote these books.


Hello Miss Quinn. I'm sure you get a million messages like this, but I wanted to say thank you. Your books have changed my life. I've always felt like women were treated so unfairly, but everyone around me disagreed, even the women. It frustrated me so much. After I read your books, I directed everyone I knew to them and several people read them. It got them thinking so we could actually have a real conversation about women's status in society and how to uplift ourselves. It's so refreshing when you find someone who feels the same way you do about things. I started following you on Facebook not long after I finished the second Gold Stone Girl book and realized that you're a soul sister. I appreciate all you do for women and the environment and am very excited about the third book. Thank you.



Tuesday, December 22, 2015

HAPPY MELTING!!!

In the Off-grid of Winking City it's traditional at this time of year  to hunt and melt monster eggs. It's messy, but the spring is less dangerous.

How many have you found?

Saturday, December 19, 2015

The Night Mare's Thoughts on World Domination


“Charismatic leaders those with an actual cause, a burning reason to subjugate, are usually better at getting the citizens to participate in their own oppression. The people themselves discover too late the dangers of the path down which theyve been led. I used a series of prophets myself. I was too insincere to do it personally. Charmers are very good at deluding. If the citizens walk down the path of evil on their own, by the time they feel the lead ring in their noses the system is already too deeply entrenched.” Anka, The Night Mare, Winkin City, (336789nm)


Monday, December 14, 2015

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Giving ebooks as stocking stuffers is giving the gift of a whole new
world to explore. For less than $5 this whole world is yours.
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Friday, November 20, 2015

Planetism

95% of who we are as humans is the same as everything else on the planet. Will we really let that 5% divide us from each other and the orb that keeps us alive. Without the planet where are we but oxygen breathers in deep space. Without each other we are extinct.



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Saturday, November 14, 2015

A compelling and exciting ending to gorgeously written epic journey.



By bookworm on November 5, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
Rewire is the third and final book in The Gold Stone Girl trilogy and it is the ultimate in
 satisfying endings! We have now traveled with these beloved and characters
(yes, I even love the villains as they are so richly complex) through worlds
of danger and strife, through challenges and quests for understanding and
every thread that has been woven into this epic tale is elegantly present at it's
completion. The twists are surprising, yet track completely within the world
that Nicole Quinn has created and she has managed to create this world,
deconstruct it, and then rebuild it anew while the reader has the pleasure of
experiencing every step of the well crafted journey. I won't give away the
details but I highly recommend Rewire as a most entertaining read, and
beyond that a deeper look into the world we are, and could be creating
in the present.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Sulis of the SUL - Disbelief, The Gold Stone Girl, book 2


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SUL (acronym) subterranean upper life form. A thousand human families, in a variety of ethnicities, pioneered the interior of the planet, before the Great Collapse of the 27th century, when the planet submerged her seven continents and reformed into the Pangea-like continent of Blinkin.

The SUL are a cousin to the surface human, though they are not complimented by the association.

Monday, October 26, 2015

ODD - a review


on October 15, 2015
Pretty disjointed, but do note that I bought the second book in the series.


By Gendotte on October 23, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase
This is an odd series to rate. The story gets 5 stars, at least the plot. But I have found myself going back time after time to try to figure just what the hell the author is trying to say. This world is so disjointed that after 3 books I still can't figure what really happened to good old earth. I suppose that magick is somehow involved, considering dragons. And this guy who sheds vermin.
There just does not seem to be much in the way of continuity here.
All that being said, I spent my hard earned money on the entire series because I wanted to see what happens next.
It's not my kind of book, but it is my kind of story. Maybe it will be yours.


Dear Gendotte,Thanks for taking the time to finish the story and write your thoughts. Glad to talk about the world anytime.  I like the word odd. - nq


Friday, October 9, 2015

COMING SOON!



Seven years ago I sat down to write a script about dreams. Today I have a trilogy of novels, and now the scripting begins in earnest.  A limited-series is what I have planned, helmed by a young leading lady of color. There are great roles for women and men of all ages and ethnicities in this dystopian fantasy with female oppression its focus and its core. Let’s put it out there and then let’s talk about it. 

So that we can all get a taste of what’s to come, especially me, Melissa Leo and Adam Lefevre are filming a series of promotional teasers with me, as Bubba and Dee-Dee, foster parents to Mina, The Gold Stone Girl’s protagonist. I’m thrilled to see these characters made whole by such iconic actors. I wrote the books with these two actors in mind. It's a lucky person whose dreams come true!   

I’m shooting on an ipad, attached to a stabilizing mount on a tripod. Natural light, no make up. I'm using a Manual camera app for light adjustment and zoom capability, camera adapter with a Samson Meteor Mic USB Studio Microphone, and Shure headphones to improve the sound quality 

Cinéma-vérité style, a series of interviews. Location: the Off-grid, a rural setting. My back yard will do. It’s amazing how much magic can happen with so little. 

Thank you Adam and Melissa for saying yes!

Melissa LeoAdam LeFevre

Friday, October 2, 2015

Reader's Favorite!




Reviewed by J. C. Steel for Readers' Favorite

Nicole Quinn’s It’s a Nightmare (The Gold Stone Girl Book 1) is set over a million years into the future, in a world where humanity is split between the abused and the abusers under the rule of the Night Mare. The few who escape the system live Off-grid, scraping a living in the wilderness outside Winkin City limits. Public broadcasts of brutality provide a constant flow of indoctrination on every display surface, and examples are swift and frequent. Females are property, branded and kept as animals, and the gender imbalance runs at one female to every fifty males. Only the so-called Gold Stone girls, rare enough that only four have been found in more than a million years, escape the short life of rape and abuse. Their fate is to be eaten alive by the Night Mare, as a public spectacle. No one knows why.

In It’s a Nightmare, Nicole Quinn peels back layers of complacency to reveal a disturbing alternate-universe view of how the gender biases ingrained in our society could play out, a chilling and brilliantly written exposé on the dangers of being different. This story is one you will see playing in news headlines across your mind’s eye as you read, right down to the swaddled bodies bobbing in the current. The world of Blinkin will remain etched in your imagination in blood and grime, and the characters showcase a profound understanding of the psyche of abuse. This book is guaranteed to be a thought-provoking, deeply disquieting wake-up call.

I love this letter!


Hello Miss Quinn. I'm sure you get a million messages like this, but I wanted to say thank you. Your books have changed my life. I've always felt like women were treated so unfairly, but everyone around me disagreed, even the women. It frustrated me so much. After I read your books, I directed everyone I knew to them and several people read them. It got them thinking so we could actually have a real conversation about women's status in society and how to uplift ourselves. It's so refreshing when you find someone who feels the same way you do about things. I started following you on Facebook not long after I finished the second Gold Stone Girl book and realized that you're a soul sister. I appreciate all you do for women and the environment and am very excited about the third book. Thank you.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

The Night Mare's Stone Chart





















GOLD – MUST BE SURRENDERED IMMEDIATELY TO THE NIGHT MARE(priceless) 

SILVER - Tempered Metal, (may involve hammering, 4 points) 

VERMILLION - Trial by Fire, (lessons will be learned first hand,1 point) 

YELLOW - Wild child, (extroverted youth followed by death or great wisdom,1 point) 

BLUE - Spirit Quest (accidents happen, 2 points) 

GREY - Mirror, mirror, (narcissist, cold as ice, 3 points) 

SCARLET - Great passion (will need taming,5 points) 

GREEN - Nurturer (Preferred, 10 points) 

PINK - Docile (preferred, 11 points) 

WHITE - Deferential (preferred, 15 points)

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"What a journey I have gone on!....swallowing in great greedy gulps like one of your demon types all your long hard work!....wow!....fun fascinating and informative!......really well done ...like things that have big play in the world ...and yet deeper and better...." Melissa Leo, (Academy Award winner, The Fighter)

"Nicole Quinn's imagery is so startling, brilliant and original, that I caught my breath at each sentence. Sure to become a modern classic in the tradition of The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood." Laura Shaine (author,Dreams of Rescue, A Place in the country, Sleeping Arrangements)

Monday, September 14, 2015

YAY!

As a d.i.y. media content producer I read a lot of writing blogs, marketing blogs, publishing blogs. Some are quick to decry most indie writing contests as "writer beware" and as having "hidden agendas."

 It's all marketing isn’t it?  If I enter a film festival or a screenplay competition I pay an entry fee to cover the costs of readers and administration.  If they are asking me for thousands of dollars, well, no thanks.  But if it's a moderate fee, I consider it a marketing cost.  There is free marketing inherent in winning or placing in these competitions.  I don't win them all, so there must be some level of human scrutiny involved, or I suspect I would win all the time.  

I’m grateful for the multi-platform exposure at a nominal price. 




Phyllis Wheatley Award - Harlem Book Fair

The books listed have been selected for final consideration.
First Fiction
Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet by Jeffery A. Faulkerson
Born at Dawn by Nigeria Lockley
It's A Nightmare, The Gold Stone Girl, Book 1 by Nicole Quinn
Once In A Lifetime In Love by Sonya Felice Jenkins
Princesa by Maria L. Perez
Reason by Tiombe Jones
Shifting Allegiances: A Nigerian's Story of Nigeria, America & Culture by Amaka Lily
Tea Leaf: What Hides Underneath by Mia Mitns
The Devil Made Me Do It by Colette R. Harrell
The Ugly Secrets of Private Roy by Edward Roy
The Unnamed by Elva Nelson Hayes
Weaver by Miriam Kelly Ferguson
Who Made the Potato Salad? by Inez Robinson-Turpin


Monday, August 31, 2015

REWIRE, Part One: The Beginning of theEnd

Chaos Monster and Sun God


Chapter 1 - To Grandmothers House  

“Mommy! I cant swim!Bob cries.  

Bobs bobbing in the black swells of the dragon sea. Hes dressed in soggy purple pontiffs robes. It’s meant to be the regalia of his new religion borrowed from one of old. The Age of Reason and the coming of our Lord Bob. Bob smiles reminded of Sulis. His new religion is all tangled up with memories of her body merging with his. The memory fades and hes back to drowning. He splutters and splashes. His robes are dragging him down into the freezing black water.    

Just as his chin breaches the swells he gasps for air. Now hes spinning. He’s caught up in a vortex and going down fast. Bob’s cheeks puff up and his color changes from red to purple as he tries not to breathe. His lungs are aching. He prepares for the end -- a death by drowning while spinning with not a moment for reflection. Bob breathes the water in as air.  

Cold seeps into his chest and then it filters back out again from behind his ears. He fingers the skin there to find paired filaments and lamellae. Gills, though he does not know what to call them. Nor does he know that this is the method by which fish gather oxygen from the water. He just knows that the Night Mare has not killed him, at least not yet.

His surplice and stole spin back up towards the surface in the same vortex that dragged him down to this place he was certain would be his tomb. Now that hes going to live Bob takes a quick look around. 

He heads off toward a low hilltop glowing blue in the near distance. Hes seeking higher ground for a better view of his surround, and the blue glow of the ridge reminds him of screen light.  

Wet sand squishes between the toes of his bare feet. Bob strolls nine thousand feet below the surface of the water. Frigid air and grey skies are now but memories overhead. The water here should be freezing but Bob cant feel it. It must be part of the Night Mares spell, he decides, now that he knows hes been conjured.

Bob suddenly remembers that the completion of his mission is the only way to get back home. Hes been sent to rescue his brother from Tiamat the dragon. His own new great-grandmother. Bobs not sure what a dragon is, or a grandmother for that matter, but then he didnt know what a mother was less than a season ago. All things considered thats worked out rather well until now.  

Water filled with lighted lumps and flitting streaks of color is what he sees all around him. It takes a moment for him to understand that the lights and color are alive.  

What are these creatures? He wonders to himself. Now he doesnt feel safe.  Best to get on with the rescue, he thinks, moving away from a lump of yellow light hovering near his head.    

Bob considers his task. He decides that wherever Lord Nightmares being held it must be close or why would the Night Mare have dropped him here? 

The old bitch! He mutters and stews. He’s remembering how much he left back in Reves rooms. Hed just discovered the joys of Sulis, of mating and of mutual orgasms. He was just starting his new religion. Now that he remembers all of that and now that hes not dying, Bob sputters and shuffles, he stamps his feet and he pounds the water with his fists in the manner of a bratty child. He accomplishes nothing but to ruffle the sand around him.  

Bob stops. He shakes the angry thoughts away as a useless drain on his brain, and he focuses on the task at hand. How would Sulis advise him? He hopes shes still alive. Hes grown accustomed to her counsel. It ought to surprise him but instead its been nice to share his plans. Hes found that shes not stupid, that she thinks and that her thoughts are fine.

Bob squints trying to turn what he sees in front of him into something he understands. As he draws nearer to the sand bar he’s noticing that it’s a made up of screens. He moves toward it with more purpose.

Bobs never been underwater. The Night Mare has forbidden water from gathering anywhere in her city.  Hes never imagined nor even wondered what might lie beneath the surface of the half world ocean. Bob assumes thats where he is.  It never occurred to him that there was so much of it underneath. Hes wondering now how it might be drained and sold as real estate.

As he gets closer to the glowing mound his pace slackens. He’s understanding without comprehending that the glowing miles long reef is hundreds of thousands of sleeping screens beneath a veneer -- sand, plants, and small crustaceans. The whole thing is pulsing blue light.    

Bob puzzles the mound of sleeping screens turned reef. He scratches at his head. Why are these screens here? He cannot comprehend it. He climbs to the top of the moss coated pulsating blue hillside. From its precipice he can see that the screen reef stretches beyond his field of vision in one direction. There’s a massive structure glowing in the other. He decides that this glow must be city light. He bounds across the uneven surface of the screen reef heading toward it.

As he gets closer to the mound there are more lighted things in the water around him. He dodges a corps of jelly-shaped tutus whirling and spurting a bioluminescent ooze. Gliding clear blobs with insides the color of blood pulse past him.  
Off in the distance theres a colony of jelly blobs, with domes like alien hovercrafts in bright blue. Tendrils hang from umbrella wings which propel the jelly creatures through the water. A green centered glob the size of a bear cub torpedoes toward Bob. Before he can react, before he can hoist his arms up over his face, an orange jelly something streaks across the green blobs path, distracting it and becoming its snack instead.  

“Ouch! Something is munching on Bobs toe. He kicks out and a critter tumbles away. It lands several moss coated screens away, unfurls and begins to snack on the invertebrates it finds there. Bob looks down because something else is nibbling on his toes. A swarm of the creatures, isopods, salt water parasites each the size of Bobs head, scurry on the screen reef all around him. Like giant pill bugs but sixteen inches and more.They scuttle around Bob like enemy tanks.  

He bunches his robes around his waist and he runs through the water, knees up, crossing the field of isopods in hops and leaps. Huge bubbles trail in his wake.

Once clear of the isopod field Bob glances back. He smirks at his small triumph. He turns toward his destination coming face to face with a viperfish. This Mesopelagic has more sharp teeth then face. The six inch attacker knocks into Bobs right shoulder spoiling for a fight. The tiny bully pivots a sharp one-eighty, doubles back and knocks Bob’s other shoulder. Photophores act like running lights along its sides, and a long lantern like dorsal fin is used as a lure. The viper waves this fin at Bob now in challenge. It comes at him its enlarged white eyes staring at Bob the way the Night Mare does.

Bob swipes at the nightmarish thing with his fists, once, twice, and then again, until he knocks it squarely on the nose. His own teeth are bared in the effort. The impact is solid and the viper wobbles down and away into the dark.  

An angler fish the size of a hover chair circles the event. Its large fanged mouth opens and closes, releasing fleets of tiny-bubbles.  

“Youre an ugly fellow.Bob burbles to the angler fish.  
“You want a go?He asks his fists raised ready to blunt another nose.  

But the monster fish swims away. Its angler trolling behind like a bright fishing line. 
Two fish the size of sardines are embedded by mouth in either side of the fleeing beast. Bob snorts. He assumes that these are the females. For isnt that the natural state of things the male preyed upon by the weaker sex?  But Bob is wrong as he so often is. The larger of these three Anglers is the female. The parasites she collects to fertilize her are the males of the species.

The bright mound toward which the current is now dragging Bob is recognizable as a rustic castle carved in the side of an ancient volcano. Its size rivals the Night Mares buildings. Theres a chasm before it as moat. A swift wall of current flows along it.    How do I cross that, Bob wonders?  He stares at the water flowing over the vertiginous cavern, the castle behind it. Stepping into it would certainly carry him away and the thought of plumbing the caverns depths is not enticing.  

A squadron of fanged snakes swoops up out of the inky cavern, electrified, forming a wall of lethal current. This electric wall is coming at Bob.    
Bob crouches into a defensive stance -- eyes closed, arms up, his purple robes billowing. He waits for the expected pain of the electrical shock, but nothing happens. He opens his eyes and he lowers his arms. The electric squadron flanks him on either side.

Bobs hoping its a honor guard, but he doubts it.

A pair of giant albino squid, some sixty-feet in length, puff up out of the sand on either side of a thick stone portcullis behind the flow of water. This gate is crenellated across the top where a monster whale is said to have taken a bite out of it. The sight of the giant squids causes Bobs stomach to twist in both directions at once, for to these creatures Bob is but krill.  

Two stiletto-snout Chimeras, armed with lethal fins and noses like sabers, whip rattails through the water while crisscrossing each other as sentries. Pairs of coffin fish, long, flabby bodied, covered in spines, are posted along the upper ramparts.  

Every creature here is ferocious, Bob thinks, a fear lump in his throat. Yet, its as if he were expected. 

Maybe this whole rescue thing will be civil, Bob hopes. Hes wondering how dragons feed and what kind of lair he might find inside this castle? Hes not wondering how he will accomplish his task for Bob is a rat.  Hes a creature of opportunity. The kind of rodent who chews through his obstacles. The way supplies itself, is what he’s thinking and so often its true.  

Bobs wondering if hell be housed in family rooms within his great-Grandmothers castle? Will he be afforded the preferment to which hes become entitled? He is the Night Mares son after all. Bobs hoping the guest rooms here are better appointed then the Night Mares own, which are ghastly and ghoulish. The notion of a dungeon never enters his mind. Hes wondering what to ask for as a reward for this rescue. Maybe he could keep Reves building not liking the idea of having to give it back.  

A warble of horns through water makes a visible current. The two undulating moons wrench the portcullis off its locks. A building sized tablet of stone plows down through the water with a whoosh and a wave that blows Bob and his guard back several hundred feet. The stone thuds to the ocean floor bridging the sideways current and creating a passage across the moat.  

Now Bobs certain that hes expected. He confidently mounts the slab of stone about to pass through the inky aura of the undulating moons, when a school of dragonfish rush out to meet him. Theyre slimy and black with large heads and sharp teeth all powered by tiny thug bodies. Long barbels jut from their chins, whisker-like appendages tipped with light producing photophores. They wink on and off in a syncopated reveal of small monster faces. They hover. Their fanged mouths open and close. They glare at Bob from milky white eyes as if awaiting orders.

“Now, see here,Bob begins,

Before he can finish the bubbled sentence the small dragons grab the cloth of his billowing robes. In an evocative turning dance of flickering chin-lights they bind Bob up. When hes a purple mummy, they float him into the castle. The stone slab bridge closes slowly behind them.