With only fifteen second-years present, it didn’t take long to get through the fights. I was the odd man out; lucky number fifteen. Other than Jeremiah, who remained in the med ward, the second-years had all cycled back into the viewing room after their respective Healings. Nikolai let the silence and anticipation build, that smile still wide on his square-jawed face.
“Paladin,” he finally barked. “You’re up.”
Paladin vs. Walker.
Guess we all saw that one coming.
There wasn’t much to our sub-dorm. A small kitchen was just past the common room, while four bedrooms and a bathroom were off the long hall.
One bathroom, and a small one at that. Growing up at Mama Rawlins’ orphanage told me that was going to be annoying.
As I left the woods, the sound of orientation hit me like a Titan’s fist; music and cheering and a godawful number of eighteen-year-olds relishing their first day away from Mommy and Daddy. For the normals who formed the bulk of the Academy’s student body, it was a day of celebration.
The Powers who made up the incoming class of first-years weren’t getting a party. They were in an auditorium near the center of campus, where Dean Bard was telling them they were all going to die. Welcome to life as a Cape in the only democracy left in North America. Shit’s not easy. Even making it to graduation isn’t a guarantee.
My father murdered my mom when I was five.
Thirteen years later, I quit superhero school to return the favor.
I’d say that’s when everything went to hell, but that would be a lie. Hell is seeing your mom’s blood spread across the kitchen floor. Everything that comes after is just life. You either survive it or you don’t.
I’m a survivor.
While I’m still editing Red Right Hand, some eagle-eyed individuals recently noticed that a pre-order listing had appeared on Amazon. Whoops! With that in mind, this seemed like a great time to publicly announce the release date and reveal the new book’s cover!
The cover design process for Red Right Hand was surprisingly drama free. I had a good idea what I wanted, going in, and my cover designers knocked it out of the park on their very first try! I think it will look great next to See These Bones on a bookshelf, and can only hope that you all like it as much as I do!
Without further ado, here it is:
Ah, August. Hot, sweaty August. When I lived in Spain, it was the month when everyone left Madrid for vacation, and the city was flooded with tourists. Twenty-five years later, it’s most notable (to me) for being the birth month of my angel-wife, and that’s more than enough to make me love it, even when it’s so hot outside that the asphalt wants to cook you from the feet up.
I haven’t seen much in the way of asphalt this month. Or the outside in general. Part of that is the continuing pandemic–didn’t I post back in June that things were getting back to normal?!–but mostly, I’ve just been trying to finish my latest book, Red Right Hand.
For the last two years, I’ve had a blog post listing my writing goals for the coming year. Making those goals public has been a great way of both letting you all know what’s coming and holding myself accountable, and I suspect I’ll continue the practice for years to come. 2020 is, of course, a…
Hello, world! After taking some time to relax after the release of my comedic urban fantasy, Investigation, Mediation, Vindication, I’m back! I have status updates on sequels, thoughts on 2021 releases, and more, but the main thing I wanted to talk about is last month’s book release. How did it go? What was the response…
In a year that’s somehow already lasted three lifetimes, why not have Black Friday in May? To celebrate Memorial Day and this week’s release of Investigation, Mediation, Vindication, I’m putting See These Bones on sale for $1.99!
This week-long promotion starts today, Friday, May 22nd. If you haven’t yet entered the post-Break world yet, this is your chance!
Release Day This is it. Today is the day. Seven years after I sat down and wrote the first words of what would become Investigation, Mediation, Vindication, I am now finally sharing the entire book with the world. Finally, you all get to join John Smith on his journey. Punk-rock vampires, sports-obsessed goblins, insane demigods,…