Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Join the Relaunch



Before I start, I'd like to thank Michael for inviting me here to his blog. I am relaunching my Artesans of Albia fantasy series now that the first trilogy is complete (yes, first - there are two more trilogies to come!) and I hope you will take advantage of the special offer prices that are available from 12 - 19 December, while this blog tour lasts. Links below! And don't forget the Giveaway - you could win all 3 of my books, both signed print copies and e-books, plus all the books in the BookBlast!

Where I Find Inspiration.

People are always asking where I find the inspiration for writing fantasy novels. I have mentioned many times in other blog posts how the initial idea for the series came about (if you don't know, it was from watching a kids' 1970s TV program called 'Tarot - Ace of Wands),  so I'm not going to ressurrect that theme here.  I always find it fascinating to read where other writers get their ideas, so here are a few of mine.

I own two rescue dogs, Milly and Milo. They are technically Lurchers. Milly, we believe, is Whippet/Border Collie cross (you can't see the Collie, it's in her brain - she looks like a golden Whippet) and we believe Milo to be a Short-Haired Saluki (according to a retired dog show judge who lives in our village). What has this to do with inspiration for writing, I hear you ask? Well, I find walking a great way to clear the mind, and when my mind is clear, all sorts of weird things pop into it. When I began writing my Artesans series, many of the ideas for the plot came to me while out walking in the woods. I found this extremely frustrating at first, until I learned to carry a notepad and pencil!  

We live in the North Hampshire countryside in southern UK. It is mainly farmland, with a few copses and small woods. There is plently of wildlife - pheasants and other game birds (put there for the farmers to shoot, poor little things), badgers, rabbits, deer, and foxes. In the winter, if we get snow, I love tracking these animals by their footprints. If you look with an artist's eye, you can see patterns and even messages written across the white pages that the snow creates out of the fields. How could you not be inspired by such sights? Sometimes I wish I were a poet - our landscape would have me writing endlessly.

My Artesans of Albia fantasy series has songs associated with it. There is a song for each of the books currently published, and I'm now working on the music for Book 4, which will be published in Spring 2014. Because the "magic" system in Artesans is nature-based (my Artesans channel the elements through their own souls and life forces), I found plenty of inspiration for these songs by walking around our local lanes, woods, and fields. Natural music is all around us, you simply need receptive eyes and hears to be aware of it. We are also on the top of a hill, and Nature's elements often make themselves felt - even when you wish they wouldn't!

Farmers are, by necessity, practical people, and I think it would be quite reasonable to view farmyards as generally lacking in inspiration for writers of fantasy. Yet round here, you'd be wrong. I remember the day I went for one of my normal walks, one that took me past the grain store sheds, the tractor with its covering of mud, and the long-forgotten, rusty farm implements. Not the kind of place you'd expect to be suddenly confronted by a stone circle. Yet that's exactly what happened. There, next to the track leading down to the sheds, stood a stone circle that definitely hadn't been there the week before.

And it was beautiful. Some of the stones were upright, some flat on the ground. Some had holes bored through them, some not. They were different kinds of stone too, and different colors. It was a wonderful experience, walking around the corner and seeing this ethereal sight. I remember being captivated by it, and wondering what had made the farmer do it? The stones were  large - they would not have been cheap to buy! There is no quarry nearby, so they had to be transported. I guess the farm tractors would have been used to 'plant' them, but I'm sure they cost our farmer a portion of his profits. And he's added to them lately as well - the circle still grows!

So as you can see, I find our beautiful local landscape a brimming rescource of ideas and images when I need inspiration.

Artesans of Albia series synopsis.

 On a foolhardy foray into a foreign realm, Taran Elijah is attacked by a terrible weapon known as the Staff. Killing its wielder, he escapes into Albia, inadvertantly carrying the Staff.

Concerned by the vicious raids that follow Taran's actions, Major Sullyan of the High King's forces crosses into Andaryon to seek diplomatic resolution to the crisis. She is captured and tortured by Lord Rykan, aspirant to the Andaryon throne.

Slowly dying, Sullyan escapes his clutches. She offers her skills to the Hierarch in defense of his throne, finally confronting Rykan on the field of battle.

Her handsome Captain and lover, Robin Tamsen, embarks on a desperate quest to recover the Staff. But Rykan's greedy General, Sonten, is two steps ahead of him. If Robin cannot lay hold of the weapon before Sonten does, Sullyan's life and the lives of all Artesans are forfeit.

The race for the Staff has begun.

Here is the YouTube link to the new Trilogy trailer:




“One of the best fantasy books I’ve ever read. The balance between background story and action is just perfect. I’m very glad I found this author. You won’t want to miss this series!” ~Denyse Cohen, author of Witch’s Soulmate, Book 1 of the Living Energy Trilogy


“Splendidly written in a wonderful voice, drew me in immediately. Ms. Peace’s imagination alone gets 5 stars. Spectacular worlds and enchanting scenes. Anyone who enjoys losing themselves in a world of a charming fantasy with plenty of layers and a host of intriguing characters won’t be disappointed!” ~Rosary McQuestion, author of Once Upon Another Time

“As soon as I finished this book I was eager to start the next. I highly recommend this book. Great Job!!” ~Janus Gangi, author of Elizabeth Rose and That Morning After


Cas Peace was born in Hampshire UK, in 1957, and has lived there most of her life. Her first career was as a horse-riding instructor, and horses remain very close to her heart. She then spent 13 years working for the British Civil Service before leaving the UK to live in Italy for three years, 1991-1994. She speaks passable but by no means perfect Italian, and loves to return to Italy whenever she can.

 Cas's other great loves are anything to do with animals, especially dogs and horses, (she supports many animal charities) and also singing. Cas loves folk songs and along with her husband, who plays guitar, has performed in many a Southern England folk club. Sometimes they even asked her back! She writes folk songs to accompany her fantasy novels, and offers them as free downloads from her website.




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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Rules #3


Behind the Closed Door
Sleep, you no longer can.
A scratching at the door you hear.
Down the steps you walk.
That damn dog wants in.
Your hand is upon the handle.
An animal’s whine echoes from the other side
Then the awake, little voice in your head speaks up.
“You don’t have a dog.”
Then a hoarse voice calls from beyond the door.
“Let me in.”
Rule #3 – Do not open the door.  You will find no escape.  You will only let them in, and then you will die.
 Halloween is Coming!!!
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Friday, October 11, 2013

Developing a main character by Dianne Gardner

“Where did you get your idea for your main character?”

Ian Wilson is the main character in Deception Peak. Once you read how I came up with him, you’ll know a little bit about the story. Just read on and see…

Writing a novel is like putting the pieces of a puzzle together and the most difficult part is the beginning. If you’re like me you’ll take the border pieces and fit them together first because they’re the easiest to find. They have flat edges and they frame everything in. Once you have them in place you can pretty much group the other pieces by color, patterns and design and get an estimate of where they might fit in the picture.

A novel is pieced together much in the same way. You have to find the framework. I’ve heard this framework called a plumb line, and other people call it a premise.  Basically, you have to ask yourself the question…what is this story going to be about?

The way I work, before I can think about who is going to be in the story, I need to know something about the story.

Deception Peak is about the adventures of a boy who is faced with the impossible task of removing a dragon from a magical world.

There is the framework.

Now that I have the premise, I see that there are at least three things that have to be created in my story: i.e. the dragon, the magical world, and the boy.

Now everyone knows that novels need conflict and tension otherwise we’d have nothing more than a boring piece of text sounding much like the diary I wrote when I was younger.

Dear Diary, nothing happened today.

Here are a few things I took into consideration while creating my main character.

·         In order for the story to have a lot of tension, I knew I couldn’t make the boy a super hero. It’d be too easy. One fight and wham, you’re out.

·         The boy had to come from some place other than the magical world because I wanted to put some adventure in the story, some wonders.

·         I also wanted to have a boy that my readers can relate to. A typical teen. No one special.

·         Other tension creating dynamics would be a personality that isn’t used to taking on odd obstacles in his life, like a dragon.

·         Someone who doesn’t ordinarily take risks.

·         A homebody who doesn’t normally go traveling into strange worlds.

·         A boy who needs to grow up.

For those who have read Deception Peak, do you see an Ian Wilson taking shape here?

Ian needed to be different physically too, just to make things harder for him! And since all the tribes I was creating in the Realm were based on the physical characteristics of Scandinavian people, Ian needed to be dark and I chose a young lad with dark bushy hair, Hispanic in heritage, on his mom’s side.

Ah! I knew just the boy to pose for young Ian’s illustration--the son of a friend of my daughters’. He was thrilled and was even invited to play the part of Ian in the first book trailer.

By the time I figured out who my main character was, I also created some of the plot line, the events, and the relationships. It was a fun process!

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Happy Anniversary to Deception Peak!!

Topping Amazon's Paid Best Sellers list in children's Sword and Sorcery
Nominated for The Endeavor Award 2012

"Within seconds, the light show vanished and Ian opened one eye. What he had experienced was not at all what he had expected. No unusual sensations fizzled through his body. He hadn't felt like he was plummeting in an elevator, or blasting through space like in a rocket ship. It didn't even feel like he might be racing down an escape chute on an airplane. No jet sounds, or hums, or buzzes, rattled in his ears."

And so young Ian Wilson enters the Realm.

The first book of a trilogy, Deception Peak is a young adult adventure fantasy about a teenager, Ian Wilson, who follows his father through a portal that magically appears on their computer screen. They travel into a deceptively beautiful Realm, where horses run free, the wind sings prophetic melodies, and their computer avatars come to life. 


But when the two are separated, Ian is abducted by a tribe of dragon worshipers and is forced to find his courage. As he struggles for his freedom and embarks on a perilous search to find his father, Ian meets the true peacekeepers of the Realm. It's then that he learns there is a greater purpose for being there.

Book 2 and 3 The Dragon Shield and Rubies and Robbers are available now!

If you enjoy dragons, sorcery, wizards, magic, legend, and fantasy adventure, than this series is for you!

Dianne Gardner, an award winning author, is also an illustrator living in the Pacific Northwest, USA. She's an active member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, and the National League of American Pen Women.  She is author to The Ian’s Realm Saga, Tales of the Four Wizards and is currently writing a screenplay of her fourth book Cassandra’s Castle all published by PDMI publishing.

You can see more of Dianne’s work on her website

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The One More Thing:  I would to say, “Thank you” to Dianne for her visit today on her tour, and to everyone else that dropped by.   New and Old friends are always welcome here.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

The Rules #2: by Michael L. Turner

The old fears are always with us.  They were there at the beginning, and they will follow us to the end.  You know what I am speaking of.   I see it in your eyes, and you see it too whenever you look in the mirror.  You have hidden the memories well as you’ve aged, but a younger part of you remembers.  Thoughts that have been ignored for too long are now screaming to be heard. 
You know what you saw.  It was the shadows that hid in the corners of your room, that noise under the bed, the persistent tap at the window, and that thing in your closest.  In these places they waited, they listened, and they watched.  You were right to fear them, but then came the lie with its warm caring smile.

“There is nothing there.  You only imagined it,” both your parents said.  “Go back to bed.  It was just a bad dream.”

How many have been blinded by such comforting words, and were they truly comforting?  Those dismissive words echo in the dark places.  The intrusion by those who dwell in the shadows has been pardoned.  The child is sent back to bed.  The young one will repeat the lie to them self, and tries to forget.  The watchers and listeners are pleased.  They won’t be rushed, and their time can now be taken.

Rule #2 – A lie cannot hide you from the truth.  The fear is real.

Now they are coming for you, and you are not prepared to meet them.

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Halloween is Coming!!

Monday, September 30, 2013

The Rules #1: By Michael L. Turner

At the turning of the year that time has come again, and we face the setting sun.  While we cling to its last rays of light, behind us we know the darkness waits.  Soon it will beckon us to turn, and that moment we do, there is hope that we shall see only the dawn.  It is a fleeting hope, for that hour has moved further away as each night draws longer, and the days are cut short.  In this the darkness finds amusement, and smiles at us.  We see its teeth, and we hear the clicking of claws, and then finally the screams that might be our own. 


Rule #1 – Be afraid of the dark.  You have no idea what’s waiting for you.

Halloween is coming!

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Friday, August 16, 2013

A Visiting Friend - Author Cas Peace

Introduction by Michael L. Turner:

There are so many stories that need to be told, and every story must have its voice.  Today you will have the chance to meet one of those voices, and hopefully fall in love with her work.  So, let me not bore you any longer with my simple words, when hers are left waiting. 

Please give a warm welcome to the talented writer and author, Cas Peace!

Author Bio:
Cas Peace lives in the lovely county of Hampshire, UK, where she was born. On leaving school she trained for two years before qualifying as horse-riding instructor. During this time she also learned to carriage-drive. She then spent thirteen years in the British Civil Service before moving to Rome, Italy, where she and her husband, Dave, lived for three years. They enjoy returning whenever they can. As well as working on her writing, Cas loves walking, growing cacti, and playing the bodhran. She supports many animal charities and owns two rescue Lurchers, Milly and Milo. She also loves to sing, and is currently writing and recording nine folk-type songs to accompany each of her fantasy books.

See the video of her performing ‘The Wheel Will Turn,’ from King’s Envoy, live at the King’s Envoy book launch in 2011:

All her songs are available as free downloads from her website:

I first started out as a story-teller at school. English was my favorite subject, and my imagination had no trouble coming up with essays for assignments. I was always getting top marks for writing, which was just as well, because my marks for anything to do with Math were abysmal! I’ve never been able to understand how a brain that can cope easily with the vagaries of English spelling and punctuation can be so completely useless when asked to add two simple numbers. I’d love to excuse myself by claiming I suffer from dyscalculia (number blindness) but the truth is: I’m just plain rubbish at numbers!

Anyway, back to stories.

My first attempt at serious writing happened during the 80s. I decided to write a novel about unicorns. Not your twee ‘My Little Pony’ type of unicorns, but wild, fierce creatures that were noble and powerful. I got quite some way with this novel, tentatively titled ‘The Night of the Haloed Moon’, but work and personal stuff eventually got in the way, and the creative juices dried up. I still have it somewhere – maybe one day I will dig it out and have another go!

By this, you can gather that Fantasy is my ‘thing’. Early favorite authors were Anne McCaffrey, Elizabeth Goudge, C S Lewis, Joy Chant, and Peter S Beagle (yes, unicorns again!). Then I discovered Lord Dunsany (more unicorns!) and J R R Tolkien. These last two in particular influenced the kind of writer I wanted to be. But it wasn’t until my husband and I came back to the UK after living in Italy for three years that I found myself with enough free time to really write.

My triple-trilogy Artesans series came as a complete shock to me. I started by writing out a tiny scene one day when I was bored, a scene inspired by an old 70s children’s TV series. No one was more shocked than me when, suddenly, all this ‘stuff’ came flooding into my head, insisting I write it out! It was like one of those old-fashioned computer-dumps, when the machine would go crazy and spew out reams and reams of typed paper. Apart from the fact that I was (at that time) using a pen, the outcome was the same. Now, ten years on from that wonderful, frightening, intense, fantastic start, I now have a complete series of nine fantasy books, of which King’s Artesan is the third. Book One is titled King’s Envoy, and Book Two is King’s Champion, both published by Rhemalda Publishing. We are in talks concerning the second trilogy, Circle of Conspiracy, and the third, Master of Malice. I am hopeful that all will eventually be published by Rhemalda. As they say: Watch this space!

King’s Envoy:

Taran Elijah’s quest for knowledge uncovers a plot that threatens the world…

In Albia, the Fourth Realm, the precious Artesan gift is dying. Although born to the craft, Taran is struggling to achieve his potential. Against his friends’ advice, he embarks on a foolhardy plan to acquire the teaching he craves. Alone, he crosses into Andaryon, the Fifth Realm, but instead of finding a mentor, he stumbles upon a treacherous plot.

In the wake of Taran’s actions, Albia suffers a series of vicious raids. Major Sullyan of the High King’s forces is sent to oppose them. But a dark and treacherous force is moving through the realms and both Taran and Sullyan will feel its power.

Their craft, the lives of their friends, the very existence of their realm are under threat unless they expose and oppose the evil.

King’s Champion:

After surviving brutal torture and escaping from Lord Rykan’s dungeons, Major Sullyan is trapped in Andaryon, too injured to cross the Veils. Slowly dying and determined to find some purpose in the shattered remains of her life, she travels to the Andaryan capitol to offer the Hierarch her sword and Artesan gifts in the fight against Rykan and his vast army. Because women hold no power in Andaryon, Sullyan is met with prejudice, hostility, and suspicion.

Before she can seek vengeance on the field of battle, she must prove herself to the Hierarch’s generals. Finding support from the unlikeliest sources, Sullyan sets a plan in motion to defeat Lord Rykan and end his bid for the throne. The fate of two realms depends on her success, but her strength is fading fast, and time is running out.

King’s Artesan:

Unable to purge herself of the poison that is slowly killing her, Major Sullyan remains trapped in Andaryon. The only thing that can save her is the Staff, which still lies buried in Taran’s cellar.

Robin Tamsen sets out on a desperate quest to recover the artifact, but the enemy is two steps ahead of him. Sonten knows where the Staff is, and he will stop at nothing to get it back. If he does, Sullyan’s life will be forfeit and no Artesan will be safe.

The race for the Staff has begun.

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Tour Dates

August 15- Marsha at

August 16- Mikey at

August 17- Michael at

Fenny at

August 18- Andy at

August 19- Milady at

Alice at BeesleyBuzz

August 20- Monique at

August 21- Mandi at

Donna at

August 22-    Katy at

Thank you, Cas Peace, and everyone else for visiting this blog. 
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Sunday, July 28, 2013

A Day to Play

King's Island Amusement Park

Had a day off.  

            Felt like a kid again.

                            So much to see.

                                            So much to do.

 Did this.

The twin Racers are still one of my favorite rides.  First time I rode them many years ago, I was curled up in a ball on the floor of the car for most of the ride.

Next, we tried something a little slower.

All I can say.... They're still better than a Prius.

                                            It didn't stay that slow for long.

It actually got slower.  Waited in line for an hour, and then this ride broke down.  It used to be "The Outer Limit", but Paramount sold the park and now it's called.... Who cares.  It broke down and we wasted an hour.

Got moving again.

 Something a little faster.
This truly is my favorite ride.
 There was a kid in line behind me.  He asked if I had ever ridden this one. 
I said, "Yeah, a few times."
"What's it like?" he asked.
I smiled, and said, "Kid... It's the smoothest ride in the park."
Mine of course is an evil laugh, which I did all through the ride.  After the ride I heard this little voice behind me.

"That wasn't smooth at all!"

Now to be perfectly clear.  I never said it was a smooth ride.  I said it was the smoothest ride in the park.  Hehehe.  Six loops, including a corkscrew horizontal spin.  It is pure fun.

                               Then we moved onto something that was a lot faster.....

                                                                                               and bigger....  a lot bigger.

 This is Diamond Back.....

 I went up there....  Yippee.
I would like to say that I was the picture of calm, but unfortunately...  I have witnesses that will testify to the contrary.

(sigh) ..................................

Okay...... I screamed like a little school girl.

Are you happy?

Well we went on to do other things after that.

 Got a little wet.

By a little, I mean that there was no dry spot on me.

                                                          We went up there too.

                                                         You see everything.

Then we did it all over again.

It was a fun day to be a kid again, but like all good things.....

                                                 It had to end.

That is until next year.

Thank you for the visit, and please visit my author page and here again for more stories.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Sacred Honor.... Read & Remember.


The Declaration of Independence - 4 July 1776


When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the

political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the

powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of

Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they

should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are

endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life,

Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.—That to secure these rights, Governments are

instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,—

That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the

Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its

foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall

seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that

Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and

accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while

evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are

accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the

same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it

is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future

security.—Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the

necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The

history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and

usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over

these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public


He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance,

unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so

suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people,

unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a

right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant

from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into

compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness

his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected;

whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at

large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of

invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose

obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to

encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of


He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for

establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the

amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass

our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our


He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution,

and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended


For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they

should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing

therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once

an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering

fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to

legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War

against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives

of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works

of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy

scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a

civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms

against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall

themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the

inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare,

is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble

terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince

whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the

ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them

from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction

over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement

here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured

them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would

inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the

voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity,

which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies

in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress,

Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our

intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies,

solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be

Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British

Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is

and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full

Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do

all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support

of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the Protection of Divine Providence, we

mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

[New Hampshire]

Josiah Bartlett

Wm. Whipple

Matthew Thornton

[Massachusetts Bay]

Saml. Adams

John Adams

Robt. Treat Paine

Elbridge Gerry

[Rhode Island]

Step. Hopkins

William Ellery


Roger Sherman

Sam'el Huntington

Wm. Williams

Oliver Wolcott

[New York]

Wm. Floyd

Phil. Livingston

Frans. Lewis

Lewis Morris

[New Jersey]

Richd. Stockton

Jno. Witherspoon

Fras. Hopkinson

John Hart

Abra. Clark


Robt. Morris

Benjamin Rush

Benja. Franklin

John Morton

Geo. Clymer

Jas. Smith

Geo. Taylor

James Wilson

Geo. Ross

John Hancock


Caesar Rodney

Geo. Read

Tho. M'Kean


Samuel Chase

Wm. Paca

Thos. Stone

Charles Carroll

of Carrollton


George Wythe

Richard Henry Lee

Th. Jefferson

Benja. Harrison

Thos. Nelson, Jr.

Francis Lightfoot Lee

Carter Braxton

[North Carolina]

Wm. Hooper

Joseph Hewes

John Penn

[South Carolina]

Edward Rutledge

Thos. Heyward, Junr.

Thomas Lynch, Junr.

Arthur Middleton


Button Gwinnett

Lyman Hall

Geo. Walton