The audiobook for Stories from Arisa is out!

Well, well, well. Look at that. The audiobook for my short story collection, Stories from Arisa, is out, and once again it’s narrated by Nick Podehl. There are four stories, and they run the gamut of politics, murder, humor, and mystery. We learn how Li-Dirge became the SarpanKum; how Hal’El became a murderer, how Keemo, Rukh, Farn, and Jaresh came up with the Prank, and how Rector solved a robbery.

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What I’m working on now…

It’s been awhile since I posted an update, so I thought I’d do so. Work on the next book is coming along in fits and starts. It’s a challenge because of one particular character and the setting. She’s a hard one to write, and I’ve had to go back and rethink her multiple times. I think I’m finally getting an understanding of who she is. There’s also been a surprising amount of research I’ve had to put into the setting. The series–working title is The Magi of Arylyn–is set in the U.S. in 1986. I would have thought that would be easy to write about since I lived through that time, but nope. No chance. I keep having to go back and look up what was going on history wise. I had to buy a road atlas from 1986 just to get towns and highways right. Even the weather is a pain. I’ve had to look it up to see what was going on on particular dates in particular places.

At any rate, I’m about 3 weeks from finishing the first book in the series–William Wilde and the Magi’s Blade–but after that comes a round of edits. BTW the book is a lot shorter than the novels of The Castes and the OutCastes. It’s about 80,000-90,000 words vs. 155,000 words for A Warrior’s Path, but the series itself will be 5 books, so plenty will still happen. Also, there will be one character from The Castes and the OutCastes who, right now, makes an appearance in the new series. I don’t know if I’ll keep the character in The Magi of Arylyn or not, but that’s what editing is for.

And after I’m done, I’m going to shop the book around to traditional publishers and work on book 2 while that’s happening. If it isn’t picked up by a trad. publisher, then I hope to release the book on my own in the spring of 2017, and if I’m lucky, I might have book 2 on the road to completion by then as well.

Davis

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.