Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Mailing List

Please forgive this break from deep-space sarcasm, but I need reliable ways to contact my fans and followers with information regarding upcoming book promotions and releases. (Yes, releases... I am actually writing that sequel.  Slowly.)

So, please take a moment to join my mailing list.  Click here, fill out the simple little form, and you're done.  If you tell your friends and the folks at your local book clubs, that would be very nice.

And now I return you to my regularly scheduled destruction of Universal civilizations...

Sunday, February 24, 2013

I dinna think tha' means wha' ye think it means...

Word-nerd humor for anyone who knows a redhead:

ginger -n: (informal) a person with reddish hair
gingerly - adv: with great care or caution, warily




Congratulations to "Brave" for their Oscar win.


Friday, February 22, 2013

FREE Weekend & SFF Saturday 2/23/13

I'm back!  I won't bore you with the varied (and disturbing) reasons why I haven't been posting for Science Fiction & Fantasy Saturdays.  Just know that I haven't abandoned the story of Prisoner 1138 and I hope to share more of his journal with you in the coming weeks.  This week, however, I'm killing two planets with one asteroid: posting a snippet of DREMIKS which is FREE on Amazon for the weekend of February 23rd and 24th.

Amazon US link here
Page with links for other countries here.

If you've already read DREMIKS and are looking for other scifi and fantasy books, please check out the links at the SFF Saturday site.

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(This is a brief, 10 sentence, description of Dwax, the Dremikian alien aboard the spaceship Hudson.)




Dwax floated to the medical bay. He preferred humans to use the term “float” instead of the repulsive “slither” that some found so applicable. He wished he could understand the human psyche’s need to associate anything that had tentacles with slimy, slithering, creatures of the muck and wet. Dwax had never once slithered and he hated being dirty. In one of his arm tentacles, he carried a stack of disks for Dr. Ruger.

Trained to follow in his father’s diplomatic footsteps, according to the rigid caste system of his home-world, Dwax had no useful medical knowledge. His father had, however, considered it a diplomat’s duty to supply Dr. Ruger with several weighty tomes on the subject. Much as he was bored by all things medicinal, Dwax was fascinated by the coffee-skinned doctor and her soft voice. Happily freed from a meeting with Chancellor Trell, Dwax looked forward to an afternoon in the doctor’s company.