So yeah I totally forgot I set Stormbringer up to be free over the weekend at Amazon dot com. Which… oops.
But there’s still time! So if you wanna grab this book for the hot price of ZERO dollars and ZERO cents, now’s your chance!
So there’s me, halfway up this hill in the middle of bloody nowhere, trying to wrangle this ancient wheezing ox we’ve got, pulling this enormous wagon.”
Strike one: It wasn’t an ox.
“And you can see what comes next, right?” Lain’s voice, floating over the cubicle partition. “Shitty little gravel path, overburdened cart—”
“Oh, no.” That was Divya, leaning against Sigmund’s desk, listening to Lain’s stories.
“Oh, yes,” Lain said. “And my brother and his mate, charging ahead on their scooters”—strike two: They were not on scooters—“and taunting me all, like, ‘Lain, Lain. Glaciers move faster. We’ll be dead before we get there.’ ” Strike three: They hadn’t called him Lain. “And finally I’m, like, ‘Right. Screw you guys.’ ”
“Uh-oh . . .”
Everything is true, especially the lies. That’s the trick.
Every tale ever told, every whisper, every song, every single string of words ever uttered by mortal mouths or carved in rocks or scrawled on paper. It’s the ultimate human trait, this endless urge to speak and name and label. To attach sounds to things and meaning to sounds. To make language.
Sometimes, when a sound refers to nothing, something comes in to take its place. Pulled up from the black void behind the world, shaped into form and given story.
This is the thing we call the Wyrd, and it’s the place where gods are born. Well. Gods and monsters, and sometimes the line between the two is thin.
Humans might not believe in the old gods much anymore—they don’t venerate our deeds or perform our bloody rituals—but that doesn’t mean that we’re forgotten. Not with our tales recorded in bestsellers and played out on film and collected in the bits and bytes of libraries that span the globe. That sort of repetition ensures our survival more readily than any sacrifice or prayer, and with less effort on our part, too.
It’s good to be retired, even for a god.
So because I apparently forgot to unenroll Liesmith from KDP Select (guuh), it is currently FREE on Amazon for the lead-in to the spoopy season.
While not, strictly speaking, horror, the book’s main influences are, a) Silent Hill, and b) Audition, so… yeah. Seasonal!
Because I finally got around to it, print versions of Liesmith and Stormbringer are now available for direct-from-me ordering, for those of who who don’t want to/can’t/whatever buy the Amazon versions.
Apparently Continuum is, like, next week? Yikes.
As per usual, I will, indeed, be there. I’m currently scheduled on between zero and two panels:
I say “between zero and two” because there’s currently contentious around both of them for various reasons, but failing massive… failing, that’s where I’ll be, if anyone feels like listening to me blather in public.
Okay, not so much with the superheroes. The tl;dr is the panel was split between people who agreed with the premise (i.e. yours truly) and those that didn’t. I was interested in the panel in the context of it being a place to gripe about the genre in general, and the hyper-commodification of it in e.g. the MCU in particular, but in the end that wasn’t where things were going, and it felt like keeping things as they were was just going to get… emotionally fraught for all involved. So that’s a peace out from me on that one.
Hola, I’m interested in your series but noted your first book is listed as out-of-stock in ebook format on your site. I’ve gone to Amazon to acquire but… it just seemed weird not to be able to buy the ebook directly from you. Have I missed something?
It’ll be back up at alis.me when the Select enrollment expires.