The hallway was dark and full of hiding places. The black shadows halted Anne for a moment, but it was crawling out from its lair. She flung herself out of her room, crossed the great void, and smashed into her parent’s bedroom door. She fumbled with the knob. Scooting, scratching…
Archive for September 2013
I’m convinced most novels are a mixture of random, possibly incompatible ideas. Who knows how many different influences I had while conceiving, writing, and editing The Unremarkable Squire? More than I can list or remember. Still, for fun, I thought I’d list some of the allusion/puns/winks contained within the novel that…
All right, time for a bit of promo because there’s lots of neat stuff going on with The Unremarkable Squire, but only for a limited time. First, it’s Barking Rain Press’s anniversary, so there’s a 50% off site-wide discount going on during September. That includes the one and only newly…
Yesterday four more workers died. That made nearly fifty in the last two weeks. But it would not stop the Path’s progress, for Foreman Elias Acunto knew the bricks of the Path had always been laid with blood, and he kept this fact constantly before him to steel his resolve….
The clock tower outside town has terrified Simon all his short life, but when Eliza, convinced the tower is harmless, forces him to climb it with her, he must face all his nameless terrors. This short story percolated in my brain for several years and finally made its way onto…
Last week, I dug out my ten-year-old, hand-drawn map of the world of The Unremarkable Squire. The book takes place on the Isle, which is split into 40 nations after the Splitting of Rael (see footnote). I have a decent map of those 40 nations, in pencil. The book’s plot takes…
After a month of dragging my feet, I finally have my first book signing for The Unremarkable Squire scheduled for 5-7pm this Friday the 13th. (Lucky, huh?) I’m starting close to home at Summer’s Stories/Joanna’s Dealicious Treats in my hometown of Kendallville, IN. It’s the perfect opportunity for any of you…
Josiah hunched over his table, etching out his thoughts in thick, straight, penciled lines. The dim fluorescent lent the page a sickly white that obscured rather than illuminated the words. The crank-powered radio choked static and strained gasps of music. The heavy scratch of No. 2 lead counted the seconds,…
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