Okay friends and readers,
I pulled out the stops on my latest book (and ebook) Muckwhip's Guide for Capturing Latter day Souls to offer it on Amazon/Kindle for $2.99. This is frankly a way of sustaining my bill-paying abilities until I finish Tennis Shoes Book 12.
Muckwhip's Guide may be my finest work. I suppose we'll let the critics decide that in the end(presuming any critics will even care after I'm dead and gone). Any fan of my books should take the opportunity to own Muckship's Guide for this price. The offer at $2.99 stands until Nov. 1. Give yourself an early Christmas present by clicking here.
Unfortunately, I can't offer the hardcopy book at that price. And I've sold so few books for the Nook that I didn't see a reason to even bother to change the price there. If anyone feels differently and wants to purchase it for that price for the Nook, lemme know.
Many have begged me to offer some kind of time estimate for the release of Tennis Shoes Book 12, which will either be titled Thorns of Glory, Pt. 1 or Drums of Desolation. I predict that I'll actually finish writing it early in 2014. But as to when the publisher makes it available, I have no control over that. In any case, I just wrote the scene where Harry gets into a scape with ten thousand Lamanites in an effort to defend Huracan. When the book is finally out, you'll all know what that scene is.
Thanks for your readership!
Stay Close to the Lord,
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
This is a fun excerpt. I hope readers enjoy it. I'll continue to offer the full Prologue and Chapter 1 from Tennis Shoes 12 as attachments to any new orders placed on frostcave.com or my FrostCave products on Amazon. Two posts ago (Sept. 10) I provided links to the Tennis Shoes book and audio Gift Sets, for which FrostCave offers the best price. All items autographed for Christmas!
I have an announcement. For months I've told fans that the new Tennis Shoes book would be called Thorns of Glory. Most know that this book is long enough that my publisher will likely divide it into two books. I've presumed it would be Thorns of Glory Part 1 and Thorns of Glory Part 2, sort of like the Feathered Serpent books. HOWEVER, I think I've come up with a better title for the first of these 2 books:
Drums of Desolation
Let me know what you think. Just know that Book 13 is likely still called Thorns of Glory. Nothing is set in stone until you see it on the shelf. The following excerpt is told from the POV of Marcos.
"Stop!" I screamed. "Muskah, halt!"
No more than eighteen inches stood between me and those gargantuan tusks, capped with metallic, jagged edges, as the mammoth pulled to a halt.
It hadn't wanted to stop. I wasn't certain how it physically managed to stop. Its inertia should have crushed me like a rolling pin. I don't know what compelled me to leap in its path. What authority did I think my voice would carry with this house-sized wrecking ball? I acted on impulse. On instinct. Nothing more.
And it worked! By God's grace, it worked! Nothing explained it except divine intervention. Muskah, roared again; I felt the heat of its breath. My face was sprayed with spittle from its mouth and trunk. To my consternation, I heard a question in that roar. At first I rejected this, convinced it was all in my mind.
The question was: "Why should I?"
Another impulse compelled me to reply. "Because I am your master now. And you must obey me with the same devotion."
The mammoth seemed to glower at me. It shook its helmeted head from side to side, flapping its ears like triangular flags. It grunted and chuffed—still in agitation, but in a tone much more civil. Again, I swore I heard a message in these sounds.
The creature seemed to say, "I've never known another master. My master commanded me to kill. To destroy everything I see. Especially him."
The beast had meant King Omer. Still with dominance in my voice, I repeated. "I am your master. And I say halt. Do you really want to maim and kill?"
Its agitation persisted. It stomped several times with its front pads, then made another chuff. "I want to please my master."
"Then please me," I replied. "Do as I say and be calm. Be at peace, gentle Muskah. You are mighty and strong. But you are not threatened. I mean you no harm. No one here—" I particularly indicated King Omer. "—means you any harm."
The people were hushed, breathless. They were dumfounded. Any why not? This whole confrontation seemed insane. I was talking to a mammoth! And as God is my witness, the brute was communicating back. We understood each other the same as two human beings. Unquestionably, it was some kind of miracle. But was it a new miracle? Something hinted that I'd possessed this ability all along. I'd just never had cause to exercise it.
The creature stopped swinging its head and tusks. It ceased stomping the ground. Only its ears continued flap, like oversized butterfly wings.
"Are you going to obey me, Muskah?" I demanded. "What are you going to do?"
It stood its ground another few seconds, still heaving its warm breath in my face, which smelled like cut grass, a little rancid. It began to turn, making one final snort I interpreted as, "I'm going to eat."
As Omer's company gawked in amazement, Muskah lumbered back to the place where it had been happily grazing. It resumed yanking leafy vines from the dune, unconcerned over whatever else had occurred. What's that old adage? An elephant never forgets. Maybe this also applied to mammoths. But not this mammoth. It had forgotten everything and returned to doing what it had preferred all along.
Joshua sidled up beside me, staring at Muskah, shaking his head in admiration. "You're a man of unseen talents, Marcos. Mammoth whispering. Who'd've thought? If we ever go back to an era that has television, you should have your own show."
I grunted. "Sure. If only mammoths and television existed in the same century."
Posted by Chris Heimerdinger at 1:15 PM