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Inheritance Release!

The Faarian Chronicles: Inheritance

It’s here! It’s UP! Nervous. Excited. Do all authors feel this way?

The Faarian Chronicles: INHERITANCE (book 2). Now available in digital and print on Amazon,, and

“A timely, fun sci-fi series with a strong female protagonist. A blast for teens and adults alike.”
– G.G. Silverman, Vegan Teenage Zombie Huntress

Flowers by Lynne, Raymond, WA

Flowers by Lynne, Raymond, WA

You can also see me and get a signed copy in person at Flowers By Lynne in Raymond WA, hear an action-packed reading, ask those burning questions, win books, and other fun on Thursday, 7/28 at 6:30pm! So excited!

The Faarian Chronicles: INHERITANCE, Upcoming Events and a Sneak Peek!

It’s almost here! To hold you over till July 26th, a sneak peek…


INHERITANCE Release! – July 26th in print and digital. Stay tuned for online events!

Flowers By Lynne – Reading, Q&A, and book signing – July 28th, 6:30 pm. Raymond, WA.

South Bend Timberland Regional Library – Reading, Q&A, and book signing – August 20th, 2 pm. South Bend, WA.

Raymond Timberland Regional Library – Reading, Q&A, and book signing – September 17, 2 pm. Raymond, WA.


Chapter 1: Sorry, Not Sorry

Some days, I swear, the whole planet was mad at me.

“Take it back! Take it back!”

I could hear the chant even before I reached the doorway. They had said there would be protesters. I expected a few people waving signs. I didn’t think the entire train station would be full of people who hated me.

I looked at the faces of the Warriors who were forming a barricade for me. Their disdainful expressions said, “What did you expect? This is what you get when you disobey orders and give interviews to slimy reporters.”

Seriously? I grunted disgustedly to myself and hefted my overstuffed duffel higher on my shoulder. Geez, where’d all these protesters come from anyway? I didn’t know what to do besides duck my head and pretend to ignore them, while keeping a lookout from the corner of my eye. A few looked twitchy in that way I was starting to recognize.

The Kindred Warriors and their Ahatu cat partners stretched themselves into two lines, holding back the crowd and making a walkway down the stone steps and across the wide train platform. The Afflicted Rights protesters gave the cats a wide berth, but pressed in close to the Warriors who held their scys out horizontally to the floor, poles extended like a high-tech alloy rope line. Their blades remained folded into the poles.

“Take it back, take it back! No one deserves to die like that!” The stone train station echoed with the protesters’ chants filling the cavernous space. They pressed toward me, against the human-cat barricade, waving their protest signs and shouting in my face. I put my head down and hunched my shoulders against the onslaught of hate coming at me from all sides.

The stone train station had been my underground haven these past few months, with the space, but not the equipment, to practice gymnastics. But now the stone made this an echo chamber of anger, and my haven was ruined.

Micha, my mother’s Ahatu Warrior partner, walked next to me, her giant tiger bulk coming up to my chest and taking up most of the walkway. I gripped my fingers into the fur on her shoulder, a bit harder than she liked. She bonked her head against my side with affection and purred reassurance.

Teague, with my mother gone and her second-in-charge on maternity leave, was the first Warrior on the steps next to me. “Whatever you do, Sunny, leave your scy on your hip,” she said next to my ear. “That’s an order.”

I looked down not even realizing that my hand was on my weapon. On my belt, it looked like a police baton, but it would take only two flicks of a button to extend it to full-length, double-bladed deadliness. I nodded to show I’d heard and started down the steps when something small and hard hit and burst on my cheek, making me stumble and flinch to the side.

I swiped at it with the back of my hand and saw dark red and bits of red cellulose casing. I probed at my cheek and found it sore, but the skin unbroken. I sniffed the back of my hand. Ewww, blood. Someone else’s blood. Gross! I looked around in time to see Teague snatch a protester out of the crowd and pat her down, coming up with an air pellet gun and tucking it into her belt.

Really? This was what I got? I did my best for my mother and my family. I put my brain on the line to testify about the monster who had climbed in my window and attacked me. (Fat lot of good that had done. Months later, Mom was still wrongly imprisoned for a murder she hadn’t committed.) And I gave an interview to show the world the proof that the court wasn’t willing to consider. In return, I got hatred and bloody paintballs from rich, Glass City activists who didn’t know a thing about it. All they knew was that they didn’t like my phrasing in an interview. Well, sorry. Not sorry.

I flicked the bloody cellulose bits off my hand and jerked my chin up and my shoulders back, glaring around at the protesters. I knew there must be a big smear of blood down my cheek, but I refused to wipe at it again.

— Excerpt from The Faarian Chronicles: Inheritance, copyright 2016 Karen Harris Tully. All rights reserved.

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A Love Letter to the Historic Raymond Theatre

I went to go see a movie a couple weekends ago – Jurassic World – by myself. Blissfully alone.

This may not sound like a big deal, but as a mom of two littles, to see the new sci-fi movie on the big screen, in all its loud, violent glory – it was big. I got my $5 adult ticket, my $2 Raisinettes and my $1 bottled water and went into the beautiful, historic theater. Yes, you read that right. No, I didn’t take Marty McFly’s time machine back to 1985. New movie, remember? That’s the Sunday matinee price (the regular evening price isn’t much more). Boo-yah.

Where is this cinematic oasis, you ask? It’s in my hometown, Raymond, Washington. There are benefits to living in a small town.

Like anywhere, some people complain about living here, but I have an advantage – I’m an import. I can appreciate all the unique things that come together to make this small town so special.

Like the historic Raymond Theatre. It’s an old, beautifully restored theater in downtown Raymond, retaining its 1920’s charm and decor.theater3 They only play one movie, once on Friday evening and twice on Saturday and Sunday. There’s no 3D and they have to play the same movie at least two weeks in a row to get first run movies. But the seats are new and comfy, the popcorn is fresh, the people are friendly, and you can’t beat the price. The last time I went to a movie in Olympia, it was $11.50 just to walk through the door.

Besides movies, the Raymond Theatre also hosts community events and live performances for (almost) every musical taste put on by Sunday Afternoon Live. And the Willapa Harbor Chorale, the local choir I’m proud to sing in, performs there for Christmas and spring concerts.

So if you’re ever in Raymond, stop in for a show. This is what a small town theater is meant to be.

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Jupiter Ascending Review

I finally watched Jupiter Ascending – I’m behind the times, I know. But hey, I’m all caught up with Elmo and Dinosaur Train, so I’ve got that going for me! Back to the movie at hand – Jupiter Ascending. I liked it a lot, four opposable phalanges up! (Ok, nerdy, I know. Plus no one, not even nerds, would say that. It’s probably incorrect. Oh well.)

Anyway, the movie really caught my imagination, especially the ending. I’m not saying it was the greatest movie ever. The fight scenes were too long, while the plot was so smushed into the moments in between that it was hard to follow sometimes. I had to run it back a couple times to catch some important bit of dialogue. For that reason, I think I would love the book. And the two leads had good chemistry together, which always makes me happy.

BUT, (there had to be a but, right?) I wish the female protagonist – Jupiter Jones, played by Mila Kunis – kicked more alien behind. There are even a few spots she could have, but doesn’t. I guess that’s her personality, her strength is in her humanity, and I thought Mila did a great job showing that. But, would it have compromised her humanity to kill the people trying to kill her? I don’t think so.

Instead, she gets saved over and over (and over) by the male lead, Channing Tatum, who’s some sort of hybrid wolf-man. I assume that’s better explained in the book. Plus, he’s definitely more attractive without the pointy, hairy ears, but whatever. It just would have been really great for Jupiter to take up the sword (laser blaster) and save herself. To be fair, the ending was satisfying when she seemed to be learning some of the cool, high-tech gadgets that Tatum employs so well. I could imagine Jupiter being an action hero in her own right. Now that’s the movie I want to see! In the meantime, I’ll go look for the book, and hope for a sequel.

Mommyhood vs. Writing: Why Can’t I Enjoy Time With My Two-Year-Old Like His Grandparents?

“Enjoy this time with your little ones, it passes by so fast.”

I hear this advice over and over from people who don’t have young kids. I smile and nod appreciatively. But let’s be honest, some days are not always enjoyable as a stay-at-home mom of two, ages two-and-a-half and two months. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids more than anything. More than myself, more than writing. I know how lucky I am. How many people are blessed enough to get one miracle, let alone two? So why do I feel like such an effing ingrate some days? And why do my son’s grandparents enjoy simply playing with him more than I do?

Since giving birth to our baby girl two months ago (has it really been two months already?) we’ve had lots of help from both my mom and my parents-in-law. Which is awesome because the change from one kid to two has been a sleep-deprived, temper tantrum-filled shock to my system.

The grandparents have a great time literally chasing our toddler around and never lose patience with the terrible twos, which really have been terrible lately. But all-in-all, he’s an adorable, smart, good little boy (when he’s not refusing naps), so why can’t I have as much fun with him as they do?

I know what you may be thinking, but it’s not that the grandparents sugar him up and hand him back whenever he poops – they don’t. And I don’t think it’s because they’re not with him all the time – at least that’s not entirely it. They come often, a few days at a time, and our son has stayed at their house several times now for entire weekends of hilarity. They just have more fun with him than I do.

Maybe it’s a matter of experience. They raised three active boys while my son is my first. He’d rather be outside in any weather, while I’d prefer to be inside writing – ha! like that’s happening now. But more than that, I think it’s about patience. They have it in spades, while I feel like I have none. I want it all. Now.

I want to be a good mother first, a good person, and a good writer. I want a writing career and I’m working to make it happen. Why else would I be sitting up writing a blog post at 1 a.m. while everyone else is asleep? It’s taken me well into my thirties to figure out what I want from life and I feel behind, like I have to catch up.

The grandparents are retired. They’ve had their careers. Of course they still have goals, but they don’t feel the impatience with themselves the way I feel. They can focus on having fun with their grand kids.

And now there’s my son, awake from a two-year-old’s nightmare – something about wanting his baseball. So, here I go, to practice patience in motherhood. And then writing while nursing, a diaper change, and finally sleep. But first, patience.

For Grads (And Everyone Else)

It’s not about who wants it the most.

It’s about who works hardest for it.

Go get your dreams!

My Favorite Spring Cookie – Coconut-Lemon Meltaways!

If my main character, Sunny, was a cookie, this would be her. Raw, Vegan, Bright, with a huge splash of can’t-miss-it tart lemon! Her signature cookie is perfect for a healthy spring treat. The recipe and photo is straight from Sunny’s favorite, real-world, raw vegan blog – ADDICTED to VEGGIES and it’s Awesome! I made these as a gift to my good friend and fellow author, Bethany Maines. They were so easy and turned out perfect the first time!

Click here for the fully recipe and Enjoy!