Phil Tucker’s Path of Plames is awesome!

I read Phil Tucker’s Path of Flames after seeing a fantastic review of it on Pornokitsch. The book is has strong characters–I love character driven stories–but is still very much action driven. It’s a novel that’s a natural fit for the Gemmell Award, and I loved it. The sequel, The Black Shriving, is also available, and the third book in the series comes out in September.

Anyway, I was fortunate enough to interview Phil about his work. It’s posted at SFFWorld.com. Here’s the link.

July 12th-A Warrior’s Penance release date!

The grand finale to the series, A Warrior’s Penance, is ready to launch. Just 13 more days to go!

Here are the preorder links:

Amazon

Audible

And if you’re going to purchase the book, I would be grateful if you considered preordering. The more sales Amazon sees on launch date, the more likely they are to use their supreme mastery of the universe to promote my books. I could really use that kind of help.

Davis

William Wilde and the Magi’s Blade

Here is the rough draft beginning to my next series. It’s a story I’ve written four times before, and each draft was a complete rewrite and a complete failure. This time I have a stronger sense of what works and doesn’t and a much more interesting supporting cast and setting.

Winter 1986

Manifold Fulsom tasted the air for blood. It’s cleft nose lifted, and its wet nostrils made sucking noises as they flared in and out like filters. But it wasn’t just any blood Manifold sought. It was the flavor of magic.

Near the creature, an overturned car rested upon its roof. Oil, gas, and other liquids leaked onto the road, and a large dent, one shaped like Manifold, marred a door panel. Within the car were two dead humans, a man and a woman, and clinging to life was a third, a youth. This one a boy.

Manifold hissed annoyance.

Had the adults still lived, they could have served as a flesh depot for the Necrosed’s decaying form—it could have used a new heart. Of course, even the boy could have served in that role, but it had been his potential for lorethasra that had drawn Manifold’s attention. That potential still coursed through the youth’s veins, but without priming, it would forever remain dormant. Forever untapped. Forever useless to Manifold’s needs.

Once again, the Necrosed hissed in annoyance as it surveyed the wreckage before him.

Movement along the road though, brought a grim smile to its nightmare face. There had been one other survivor of Manifold’s recent attack. Another boy, likely a brother to the other. This one also had the potential for lorethasra, but it was weak, worthless, an insult. For such a sin, Manifold had marked the boy with its blood, shriven him with its corruption.

That older boy, even now stumbling off with no clear direction of where he was going, would take years to die. Years of pain, loneliness, and toil with no memories of his life to bring him relief from his wretched state.