Company of the Damned - Coming Soon!

It's gonna be one of those days!

Success!

I submitted COMPANY OF THE DAMNED to my publisher yesterday. While we don’t have a release date yet “sooner than later” is not a bad estimate.

Way back in 1992, I was asked at a high school graduation party what I’d be doing in ten years.  “Signing copies of the third book in my trilogy,” was my response.

On the cosmic scale, 17 years is only a rounding error, which makes me technically right.  That’s my favorite kind of right.

As soon as I have a date for release, I’ll start teasing the cover reveal for COMPANY OF THE DAMNED.

In the meantime, how about a little bit of story to whet your appetite:

As silent as the rest of the plane, a large square hatch, like the giant cargo bay door of a C-17 Globemaster, dropped down from the body toward the ground. A yellow glow leaked from around the door, as if brilliant search lights shone behind it. As the door lowered to the ground, the golden glow diminished until it became a warm, soft light. Waiting in the cargo area, in two lines of three, were six giant, square cut statues. At ten feet at least, they looked like smaller versions of the moai—the blocky statues from Easter Island—but complete with distinct arms, legs and torsos. The cargo bay door touched the wet tarmac and as one, the six statues moved down the ramp.

“Rutting hell,” Del swore. “They’ve brought golems.”

“Like ‘my precious, my precious’ Gollums?” Jane asked.

“No, go-lem,” Del emphasized the sounds, “like a big chunk of granite brought to life to smash people into bloody smears.”

Have you heard the story about a boy named David.

“Bloody hell,” Freyja echoed.

“Ah, rock elemental,” Jane said. “Got it.”

“Close enough.” Del nodded.

She hadn’t seen a golem since Prague, and that had been only the one. The memory of the animated stone giant standing its ground in defense of its master and people had been awe-inspiring. Bullets and swords had whizzed and clanged off its body without giving it a moment of pause. That golem—that one golem—had broken every charge against it by simply standing in the way. When its handler had ordered it, willed it, to do damage, it had done so with impressive results. When its master had been killed, the golem went from awe-inspiring to a run-for-your-lives-we’re-all-going-to-die rampaging monster.

Del had been tasked with stopping its final rampage.

The job hadn’t been easy.

Catch up with Del in TEARS OF HEAVEN and HELL BECOMES HER today!