Okay, I will admit that Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode has been stuck in my head ever since I got my hands on the physical proof. No, it’s not quite appropriate, but that’s just how it is.
Forsaken Lands: Tragedy is now officially available both in ebook and print form. Currently the printed edition is only available through my Createspace E-Store, but it will also be available on Amazon within the next week (supposedly!). The price for the printed edition is $9.99, and if you buy it through Amazon, you will be able to download the ebook version for free.
Pretty cool, if I do say so myself. It is a huge weight off my shoulders to be completely done with Tragedy. I am sure someone, somewhere will find some kind of typographical/grammatical error to pick at in the future… and that’s okay. Nothing is ever perfect, including books printed by the big publishers. The big deal is that it is done, and I do not have to read it for a good long while.
I’ve been getting in a few hundred words here and there for Book 2 between job interviews this month (non-writing jobs, of course). I am very happy to be making some real headway on the story, and can’t wait until next week when I will have plenty of time to devote to it. Here’s a little taste, in case you weren’t already as excited as I am. 😉 *potential spoilers ahead*
“If this is a joke you should know that you’re about to walk away with a black eye. It’s not funny,” said Adria.
“No joke. As Adreth said, this isn’t a government and it’s certainly not a democracy. He’ll do what he pleases, and he thinks this is a good idea.” Les pulled the cig from his lips to steal a swig from Adria’s drink and coughed. “Skies above I hate ale.”
Adria snatched the mug out of his hands and leaned forward, lowering her voice. “And he made this decision tonight?”
“Skies no, he made the deal a while ago. She’s on her way here tonight.”
“Here?” Adria seethed. She was on her feet without meaning to be, ready to turn and walk up the stairs to strangle her goddamned twin.
Les grabbed her by the arm as tight as he could manage. “Rendezvous was in Saphena. The detail left to pick her up an hour ago. They’ll be here any minute.”
She wrenched out of his hold easily. As much as Les had grown as a fighter, she was still a fair twice as strong as him. The man couldn’t easily make up for a lifetime of privilege. “I don’t need very long, trust me.”
I’ll be checking in before the holidays, I’m sure. Stay safe out there in the meantime!