It’s actually a giveaway of all three books in the original trilogy. :) The post is over at The Novel Approach here, and you’ve got till Sept. 15 to add your name in the comments section. Good luck!
First book news: And here we go! :D The second edition of the third book of my Masks trilogy is now out. Check out the blurb and an excerpt over at Queerteen Press’s book page, and if you purchase directly from the publisher, you’ll be getting a 20% new release discount (offer good for a week only).
Second book news: The Glass Minstrel was reviewed (or re-reviewed) over at The Novel Approach. Check it out. My little baby’s all grown up now. Sniff!
Third book news: The book page for Henning (Book 1): The Hunted Prince is now up over at Queerteen Press. Here’s the cover:
And here’s the book blurb:
Young Henning Babkis has learned not to consider himself to be anything special. Ignored and taken for granted by his family, his education suffering as a result of their neglect, he nevertheless struggles to fit in and improve himself, though with unimpressive results. He’s also learned not to expect anything more for himself, convinced that he’s doomed to live his life in a deep closet, surrounded by people who don’t care and who’d have given him a lot of grief if they were to find out he’s gay.
Things come to a sudden head when Henning’s fifteenth birthday rolls around. An unexpected and terrifying attack by a creature from another world shakes up his quiet life, and Norbert steps forward with remarkable and shocking revelations as to Henning’s true identity. And from a boy who’s grown up to think himself as a nobody, Henning discovers a previous life in a world called Wintergrave — a world of magic, romance, and danger.
In the company of a motley bunch of former warriors, Henning must reclaim his former life and regain his powers in order to defeat an old threat. But in order to do that, he needs to convince a certain former lieutenant that the two of them were deeply bonded before and need to reform their connection now in order to get their powers back. The wrinkle? Ellery Thomas is in a happy relationship with another boy in this lifetime.
As I’ve noted before, books one and two are nothing more than one long story (about 110,000 words total) that’d been cut into two volumes. So the cover art for the second book is the same as the first, and the text is the only thing different. Book one will be released in e-book format on October 5. I’ll be doing a giveaway for both books when the time comes, so watch this space.
If you have a Google account, you get a nifty Google Doodle for your birthday. Tuesday (Aug. 26) was my birthday, and narcissism shot to record levels when I saw this every time I went online:
Of course, when you click the image, you land on your Google Plus page, which, in my case, is painfully empty. Mausoleum-like, even. >.> But, hell, who cares, when the current Google Doodle (only in the UK) is this beauty:
Massive squealing, glomping, and all that. :D Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu – born August 28, 1814. Gothic fiction writer, he who wrote the creepy (and magnificent) Carmilla and a mind-boggling list of other horror stories. I’ve got his complete collection in my Kindle. I’ve been chipping away at that thing for over a year now, and I’m not even done yet. Jayzuz.
The Guardian has a really great write up on him, and it’s worth enjoying at a pretty leisurely rate. If I didn’t have to go to my day job, I’d be hitting every page I could find on him.
And since I’m fawning over literary idols, look who’s sharing a birthday with Le Fanu:
Yay, end of August! :D While this month is the only month of the year that doesn’t have a holiday (sad, but true), we at least have Le Fanu and Goethe, and, in politics, Aug. 26 is also the day the 19th Amendment took effect, allowing women the right to vote. \O/
I’ll take those three goodies, thank you. August ain’t so dull, after all.
I’ve been badly abusing the replay button on this video. I can’t help it.
Been feeling the itch to write gothic stuff again. I’ve only made one attempt at tackling vampires, and it was a comedy (Desmond and Garrick). I’d love to be able to try another vampire story, i.e., one that’s more aligned with traditional vampire lore. And that means vampires = reanimated corpses =/= romance material.
Well, I’ve talked about this a number of times before, so you know my preferences regarding vampire fiction.
I’ve been thinking of pursuing this for the next set of novellas. Rather than fairy tales, which have been my default themes for the last two anthologies, I’d like to venture into more traditional gothic fare. Well, that’ll be fun. I can dust off all of my old gothic short story collections and see if I can hit the ground running when the time finally comes.
Incidentally, if you’re also interested in reading classic gothic stuff but don’t know where to start, I highly recommend The Oxford Book of Gothic Tales, edited by Chris Baldick. It’s most likely out of print now, but you can still snag used print copies online.
That’s in reference to the book-version Clive. At least in the movie, he’s given a good reason to “change his spots” and becomes a sympathetic character. But this passage (if you haven’t read or watched Maurice and want to, spoilers alert):
They were his last words, because Maurice had disappeared thereabouts, leaving no trace of his presence except a little pile of the petals of the evening primrose, which mourned from the ground like an expiring fire. To the end of his life Clive was not sure of the exact moment of departure, and with the approach of old age he grew uncertain whether the moment had yet occurred. The Blue Room would glimmer, ferns undulate. Out of some external Cambridge his friend began beckoning to him, clothed in the sun, and shaking out the scents and sounds of the May term.
- from Maurice by E.M. Forster
Damn passage kills me every time. Every… #$&!@*… time.
And the movie dramatizes it in a brief scene, too, that one about Maurice beckoning to Clive from so long ago always, always reducing me to a quivering, soggy mess.
Not sure where this came from, but I just suddenly felt compelled to post it and listen to my heart crack all over again. [ /masochism ] And I also feel just as compelled to reread the book and re-watch my DVD of the Merchant-Ivory adaptation – in case, you know, my heart hasn’t broken enough times already, considering how many times I’ve already seen the film and cried my way through the final act. [ /extreme obsessive-compulsive masochism ]