Amazon Kindle discussion

I have an LHNB short novel of 50K coming out soon, though I'm not allowed to disclose the title at the moment. Oddly enough, I recently learned that according the Science Fiction Writers of America a novel is anything above 40K, so maybe I'm a novelist after all!

Next is "The Meeting" (about 22K), which is one of my Tales of the Multiverse, and is nearly done. It has a tag line for the cover: The Warlord. The Bard. The Empire will never be the same.

But I'm I'm posting here to ask for help on the next one.

"bloodLight" is a fantasy set in the port City-state of Dialhon. Currently, the attention of all the gods is in the far north, where hopefully (think the Dialhonese) something is happening to bring about the destruction of the Sirulani who Broke the Spine of the World a thousand years ago...and about their Church of the Blood as well.

That said, it seems that a serial killer may be loose in Dialhon, although so far he has only killed people who deserved it.

So here's the help: I need some more victims who deserve to die.

So far I have killed off a thief who just loses his temper and murders his partner in an argument; two "Mafia dons" (so to speak) in an almost locked-room setting, and a pedophile who sells children into slavery.

The story needs six more deaths (possibly less, not more). So if y'all would put on your most negative thinking caps and come up with folks who really, really, ought to die, (American or any other country's) due process be damned...I'd be eternally grateful.

Or until the Alzheimer's finishes setting in, whichever is later. [s]

And don't worry if the deserve-to-die guys 'n gals (I haven't killed off a woman yet, but sheesh, that shouldn't be beyond the capabilities of a gay writer should it?) are very contemporary types. I'll figure out an equivalent.

Thanks in advance.

Eric

I have no idea how many people will see this, but on the off-chance that number is somewhere above zero:

My second LHNB story, Surrender, was posted today (9/2/13) with a download link, which is:

http://www.mmromancegroup.com/112552

I hope you will stop by and take a look at it. It's definitely a different kind of M/M love story, one that is difficult for Caaroc and Karel, and difficult for the readers.

But I'm proud of it...which is, of course, kind of a "well, duh!" statement, otherwise I'd be hiding my light under a bushel instead of flashing...uh...hmmm...everywhere.

Eric

There are a couple of new items at the blog, in case anyone is out there yearning.

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...

Eric

is now available at Amazon for USD .99 (or an equivalent amount in other currencies).

Here's the blurb from the pixelated dust jacket:

Royalty Notice: 20% will be donated to an LGBT organization in my community.

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I was given a prophecy by the Oracle at Delphi, long before the birth of your Christ-child. She said I would be a soldier, and that I could not die until four things had happened. The first was finding “a mountain to the west.” Do you have any idea how many mountains there are to the west of Delphi?

I do.

As the years and centuries passed, I searched, and fought, and searched again. Not knowing how I would know which mountain was the right mountain, but somehow certain I would know.

I exhausted Europe. The British Isles. Iceland, Greenland, eastern Canada. Down into America around the time she was born, and there I found...my mountain. I made it my home. I left only when I was called to battle, for my new country, for others. I survived, of course. Came back to wait for the next call. Wondered, too, as I fought, and lived, and waited...when the second, and third, and fourth would happen. Wondered, too, sometimes, when the millennia made a world’s weight on shaking Atlas shoulders, if the right word was actually “if.”

And then I met him. July 12, 1912. I was so very sure....

This is my story, and the story of my kin in the village-town, and in the homes and farms grain-scattered around my mountain, though not blood kin, for I never married. How could I? My story, told by the man whose life was intertwined so closely with mine for a time.

Nikolai

is now available at AMZ for USD .99 and appropriate prices elsewhere.

Royalty Note: 20% of the royalties will be donated to an LGBT organization in my community.

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1963.

An old high school in a dying neighborhood. It’s ruled by two wolf-packs: the Dragons and the Monarchs. Masked at night, by day there is no sign or symbol to mark their allegiance. But still the students know who to fear—the instincts of terrified prey scenting prowling predator.

Two friends, fifteen, too old for boys, too young for men, no pair of lean Marine machines, just ordinary size and shape, one tall, one shorter, not by much. By alphabetic chance, their names are paired when Noah’s two-by-two is called. They never talk about the danger if the packs find out they’re paired in more than class. They make themselves content with the little that they have, though wishing, aching deep inside for something more.

And once, just once, they had a day. Or only hours, not even that. They didn’t dance in light or dark, but in a dimness made of boarded windows, and random holes where nails had been, that draped thin strands of sunlight across them both.

But now...they’re faced with dancing in the dark when wolf-packs meet.

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Hope you enjoy.