Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Count Down - Two Days

It looks like Company of the Damned will be the longest book in the Flames of Perdition series.  That’s probably as it should be.  Company of the Damned is currently 67,670, with at least three more chapters to round out the story (before editing).  Here’s how things look to break down:

Tears of Heaven—79,007
Hell Becomes Her—82,263
Company of the Damned—85,000+


In other news, we only have to wait two more days for the cover reveal of Tears of Heaven.

Less waiting than yesterday . . . 

Monday, June 26, 2017

Count Down — 7,6, 5, 4, and 3 Days

Knee-deep in Company of the Damned.  We’re up to chapter 12 (about 2300 words) and I forgot to set up the countdown for the cover reveal this week.  So, Thursday, June 29th is the day, and here is your seven, six, five and four countdown days.

And now, just THREE DAYS until the cover reveal!

That means less than four weeks until the re-release of Tears of Heaven!


Tell your friends!

Sooner than I thought . . . 

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Count Down — One Week

It’s safe to say the real countdown begins today.

One week until the Cover Reveal on Thursday, June 29th.

Five weeks until the re-release of Tears of Heaven!

We’ve selected a cover artist for Hell Becomes Her, and I’m very excited to work with her.  After reviewing all kinds of excellent portfolios, I felt she was the closest to the look and feel that is Del’s urban fantasy / angelpunk world.

Company of the Damned has really picked up pace.  Chapter 10 is complete.  Chapter 11 is nearly done (haha, you smart-asses!).  Word count stands just over 68,000!


Grab your SIG .45s, some cold-forged iron spikes, and get ready for some divine wrath from your favorite sarcastic half-angel!

Sooner than last week . . . 

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Trials of the Temple

That my 9yo, going on 34, with the curly hair in the middle of all these Jedi Padawan.  Before Disney bought out the Star Wars franchise, before Episode VII: The Force Awakens and Rogue One, this was a really cute, simple activity.  Parents showed up, urged their somewhat reluctant children to become “Jedi” trainees, and they were randomly selected.

Boy STILL has bedhead!

We tried two or three times to get just one of the boys into the robes and lightsabers.  Alas, the Force was not strong enough.

Now, the process is a great deal more involved.  You have to go to the sign up kiosk, and if you don’t get in on an early bird special, you can forget it.  “Trials of the Temple” fills up within the first 30 minutes or so of the park opening.  Of the five or six offered times, only the last two were still available . . . fine by us.  Other parents were not so amused.


It's still a lot of fun, and there’s a special section down front where family members—aka Nerd Dads—can sit and watch the kids learn the ways of the Force and face off against some of the Dark Side big bads.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Countdown - Two Weeks

The countdown continues!

Two weeks until the Cover Reveal on Thursday, June 29th.

Six weeks until the re-release of Tears of Heaven!

We are now looking at cover artists for Hell Becomes Her.


Finally, Company of the Damned continues apace, which means I’m deep into chapter 10.  For those of you keeping track, my chapters tend to run around 6,000 words, and an urban fantasy novel tends to be between 80,000 and 100,000.  This means Company of the Damned, is well over the 3/4 mark!

Very soon . . . 

Monday, June 12, 2017

The Loss of a Name

We hates it forever! (not really)
Devastated.

Absolutely, utterly crushed.

Last week, a friend of mine posted up about an author he was reading, and posted the title: Blood of Heroes (The Ember War Saga Book 3).  To be fair, Richard Fox, probably had that name kicking around in his cranium for years and years.

I still have to hate him.

The Blood of Heroes was going to be the name of the first book in MY fantasy series.  Gritty, realistic, with some moderate magic, and more brains than brawn—though, no end of brawn, blades, babes, and of course blood.  The first in a series that, by my calculations, would make ba-jillions of dollars and be revered as one of the great fantasy stories of our times.

Alas, I’ve held onto that book—and the title—so long now, that I thought it was my property alone.  Oh, sure, there was the Rutger Hauer movie of the same name—a post-apocalyptic "sports" movie.  The only reason I was aware of that movie, and have watched it, is because I took my own advice when it came to securing the title of my book.  It was the only thing that came up, and the movie had, at that time, only a very small cult following (of which I gladly joined).

Juggers, GEAR UP!
Alas, a quick search now—something I haven’t done in quite some time—reveals that it’s far from the original title that I once thought it was.  A dozen folk have since released titles with similar names.  

The noise and confusion around this title is now complete.

*sniff, sniff*

Goodbye dear friend.  Goodbye, dear title.  Goodbye, perfect summary of my story.  You brought me great joy every time I thought of how perfectly you mirrored the concept of the tale, and how well you would lead the series with similar titles to follow.

I shall miss you.


And to you, Richard Fox, for bringing this to my attention, I shall forever hate and revile your name (but in a good way).  I wish you nothing but success for this unknown impunity.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Hunting Monsters: Book One by Allen Currier


In a sleepy little town, a seasoned detective and a killer the likes of which no one has ever seen. Detective Steve Belcher has his work cut out for him. But how do you find a killer who leaves no clues. A killer who has the police lost at every turn. How many bodies will stack up until Detective Belcher can find the monster committing these unspeakable crimes? How many monsters will he have to chase down to find the one behind the murders? Where are the monsters and who are the hunters? In whose mind do they live?

Excerpt

Their heads had been severed. The wife's terrified features, pale and ghoulish, taunted him from the body of her husband. The son-of-a-bitch had switched their heads. Detective Steve Belcher leaned in and examined the crude stitching on the couple’s necks. He rubbed his finger across the stitches, and it slid between the dried scabbed skin and tissue. He jerked back in disgust, and the head fell over, restrained only by the stitching stretched over the loose skin. He reached over and pushed the head back in place. Fear ran through him, and a cold sweat covered his forehead as he imagined the horror they’d faced.
Their dried out eyes had already begun to shrivel in their sockets. A pale white glaze was forming over the pupils, nearly obscuring the blue color. The built up gasses in the bloated bodies’ decaying organs permeated the air so thickly the stench filled his nostrils and mouth.
He gagged and almost vomited. He swallowed hard. The skin on the bodies had dried and shriveled to the point of cracking and revealed the tissue underneath.
In his twenty-five years on the force, he hadn’t felt this level of fear mixed with hatred erupting in him. He didn't know what kind of sick bastard had done this, but he would find out.
He left the bodies and continued around the rest of the house. No matter where he looked, no clues seemed to be left behind. Everything was too clean. The pictures on the walls of family, the decorated place mats on the dining room table, showed how the couple cared for the house. The numerous windows wore only top valences, exposing the crime scene to the many on-lookers in the neighborhood.
To have two bodies desexualized in such a manner and have no mess told him it hadn’t happened here. He needed to look elsewhere, but where, he didn't know.
The coroner reached up and closed the eyes of the victims, completing her work. Doctor Fisher, dressed in her blue pants suit and white coat, stood up and removed her gloves. She turned to the detective. “This is a new one for the books,” she said. She had been with the Sheriff’s Department for as long as Steve. Her short brown hair covered by the hairnet she wore, just covered her ears.
“Yeah, just what I needed this morning,” Detective Belcher said. “Do you have any ideas?”
“None at all, and I'm not sure where to start, either,” she said. “Let’s get them back to the lab so I can find some answers,” she told the men waiting to bag the bodies for transport. She picked up her bag, ready to leave the scene.

 * * * *

Steve watched the local news reporter, Lacy James. She stood on the street in front of the crime scene, fingers pressed to her ear. Her long blonde hair moved with the breeze. Only five feet tall, she was petite and fit. She got the lead on the best stories to report.
“The police have told us two people were found murdered in the house behind me, a husband and wife of thirty years. At this time, the police will not speculate on any motive or suspects. We will keep you up to date as soon as we know more. This is Lacy James reporting live, back to you in the studio.”
She ended the cutaway. “Load up the van,” she said to the cameraman. “Let’s go.”
The gurneys, with the two body bags to be loaded in the awaiting van, where wheeled out. Lacy stared into the forming crowd and met Steve’s gaze as the detective left the house. Dressed in his oldest suit and nineteen eighties wingtip shoes, he probably looked like something out of an old movie to her. Every day the mirror told him his silver-streaked hair and exhausted face revealed the stress of too many years working long hours. His dark blue piercing eyes looked right through suspects, but they didn’t faze Lacy, and she ran to catch him.
“Detective, is there anything you can tell us? What happened in the house?”
“Not now, Lacy, you’ll have to wait for the press conference like everyone else.”
“Can you at least tell us their names?” she said with contempt in her voice.
He got in his car and drove away.


About the Author


Born and raised in a military family, Allen spent most of his youth traveling from one Air Force Base to another. That allowed a wide-eyed boy to open his imagination to all of the different worlds around him. Having learned from life's experiences showed him how much adventure there is in the world, that along with the old westerns he watched as a child to the science fiction he still enjoys today, his mind was opened up to a wonderful world of endless possibilities. Starting out early writing songs played a big role in creating and singing a song for his daughter's wedding for the father daughter dance. Allen has been married for thirty-seven years to his beautiful wife and has been blessed with three daughters and four granddaughters.


He was once told that "you can't read a book, much less write one." He thought to himself "Challenge accepted." So out of spite, he sat in a dark room letting his mind wander down pathways that had been closed by time and life. This opened up a world long forgotten. Telling no one, he completed his first manuscript and found a publisher. Today he is a published author, a song writer and if flying a model toy helicopter counts, he'd tell you he's a pilot. His only dream is to see his family happy, healthy, loved, and laughing through life. He works very hard at the last one.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Countdown - Three Weeks

The countdown continues:

Only three more weeks until the Cover Reveal on Thursday, June 29th!


Only seven more weeks until the re-release of Tears of Heaven!

Soon . . . 

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Covers and Books and Dates—Tears of Heaven Re-Release

Attention, all personnel—As the great wisdom and prophet of our age often says, “Alright. Alright.  Alright.”

The long anticipated, much promised, often stressed about (by me) dates are finally here.

New cover art for Tears of Heaven will release Thursday, June 20th.


The re-release of Tears of Heaven will happen by Monday, July 31st.