Ladies and gentlemen! Grass eaters! Horned friends! The freshly launched anthology – You Are Here – Tales of Cartographic Wonders has a teaser story. It has just been published on SFFWorld.com, and what makes it quite interesting is – ’tis a story of mine. Now, hold your breath, here comes the title: A Tale of Guns and Goats and Velvet Coats. Say no more.
Ladies, gentlemen, princes of this world. The sequel to The Amazing Adventures of Dashing Prince Dietrich has been committed to paper. Fair and square. In its glorious entirety. The best-named fantasy series of all time, Woes and Hose, has its volume no. 2 ready. And henceforth, it shall be known as: The Glorious Adventures of Glamorous Prince Dietrich!
Yes. I am happy to announce that I have started working on the publication of the fourth and the final volume in The Lost Words series. There will be no more books about Adam, James and the rest of them. This is the very last one, and the body count shall rise. You need not wait for 2055 for the closure. It’s happening very soon. To keep you entertained, here’s the cover image.
The Betrayed, the first book of the Lost Words series is going to be published soon. It will be available for purchase in paperback and Amazon Kindle editions. To help you decide whether you like my writing style, you may be interested in reading the first two chapters, all for free. Beware the spoilers, though! And stay tuned for updates.
Commander Mali winced as she methodically worked the string wrapped around her fingers. She had noticed a few brown hairs above her upper lip the night before and was now removing the culprits while a ruddy irritation bloomed in their place. Most female soldiers did not pay much attention to their looks, but Mali did not share their sentiment. She believed herself to be good-looking and intended to stay that way, despite her battle scars and the harsh sun, or even more so because of them. Men appreciated good looks. More than bad looks, at least.
She looked away from her reflection in a small wall mirror, toward the slumbering shape of Captain Ralf, her last night’s companion. He slept peacefully, exhausted, tangled in sweat-soaked linen, one leg dangling off the bed, a spectacular backside just peeking beneath the cover, taunting her. She smiled.
Ewan had never seen an army before, although he had read about them in books. There was no army in the Safe Territories. It was one of the founding principles of the country. People who wanted to live without violence came to the Safe Territories to escape the brutal world out there, be they refugees or criminals. No one asked any questions. Everyone was welcome, as long as they swore to leave their former lives behind and start afresh.
People were given a shelter to live in. They were given jobs that fit their skills. Some were even given new names. All sins were forgiven. It was like being born again. And in return, the newcomers promised to live by the Code for the rest of their lives. A fair bargain, by far.
The long train of soldiers was trundling down the Old Road, raising a huge cloud of dust that looked like a sandstorm. It was what had drawn Ewan’s eye in the first place.