Perhaps it is Dedoimedo’s birthday, but it is YOU who are getting the presents. As a part of my tech site’s birthday celebration, I am offering The Betrayed for free for a limited period of time. No strings attached. Just hop over to the Amazon page and download the e-book to your reader. Done.
About a week and a half ago, I’ve received a nice and heavy package from CreateSpace – the promotional kit. Twenty plus kilograms of paper, just the right figure to make your back hurt ever so slightly. It’s loaded with books that need to be handed out, to friends and family, as well as the winners of the free book giveaway contest.
Dear fellows, it’s been two weeks since I’ve announced my win-a-free-book contest and it’s now officially over. Luckily for me, I will not need be crying in a corner forever alone, as I’ve managed to get more than ten entries submitted. To be more precise, a total of seventeen different people mailed me, and I had two more friends abstain from their participation knowing they would get their free copies anyway.
I must admit I found the total number of submissions surprising both in a good way and a bad way. I’d expect more people to want to get free stuff, even if it’s a fantasy book, but given Dedoimedo’s demographics, mostly hardcore geeks who tend to mistrust and treat everything with scorn, seventeen is a good number. On the brighter side, seventeen strangers want to read my book, which is not a bad thing at all. Let’s announce them.
With utmost pride, satisfaction and excitement, I’m pleased to announce the official release of The Betrayed, the first book of The Lost Words epic fantasy series. The novel has been published just a few days ago and is available in online stores in paperback format. E-book edition is coming soon.
And now, let’s announce the surprise I’ve been hinting on for the past few months. I want to give away ten books for free. At this point in life, I’m not yet a best-selling celebrity, but one day, I might be, and having a first edition release on your shelf might account to something. So please read on to learn how you can enter the contest and win your own copy.
Finally, it’s done. I’ve just approved the book for print. The Betrayed should be available in online stores in about a week, and a little longer to reach the shelves in retail shops and libraries. It took a while to get this done. After almost nine months of work, including no less than four soft proofs and two physical proofs, the book is ready for publication. Oh, I’m rather pleased. And so should you be.
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.
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.
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.