Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

Book Promo

If you wish to send us books for next week’s promo, please email to bookpimping at outlook dot com. If you feel a need to re-promo the same book do so no more than once every six months (unless you’re me or my relative. Deal.) One book per author per week. Amazon links only. Oh, yeah, by clicking through and buying (anything, actually) through one of the links below, you will at no cost to you be giving a portion of your purchase to support ATH through our associates number. A COMMISSION IS EARNED FROM EACH PURCHASE.*Note that I haven’t read most of these books (my reading is eclectic and “craving led”,) and apply the usual cautions to buying. I reserve the right not to run any submission, if cover, blurb or anything else made me decide not to, at my sole discretion.SAH

FROM JEFF DUNTEMAN AND JAMES R. STRICKLAND: Drumlin Circus / On Gossamer Wings

A starship malfunctions and strands its 800 passengers on a planet eerily like the Pleistocene Earth, complete with prehistoric mammals including woolly mammoths, dire wolves, and smilodons. And something else: tens of thousands of abandoned alien machines consisting of a bowl and two pillars that respond with drum-like sounds when touched. Tap 256 times on the pillars in any combination, and…something…coalesces in the bowl. It might be a spoon or an axe or a twisted lump of silvery metal. These artifacts (dubbed “drumlins”) help the unwilling colonists survive, but there’s something a little weird about what comes out of the “thingmaker” machines. High-pitched sounds sometimes make drumlins twitch and combine into more complex things. Stranger still, what drumlins do seems to depend on the thoughts of nearby humans. Wish hard while you whistle just so…and something amazing may happen. 260 years on, the castaways have created a civilization resembling late 19th Century America, based in part on coal, steam, iron, and hard work–and in part on the mysterious drumlin artifacts. Both short novels in this volume are set against this background. Drumlin Circus: Every spring, Bramble Ceglarek takes Pretty Alice’s Wonderland Circus down the dirt roads of the west country, dazzling townfolk with clowns, acrobats, calliope music, and trained animals — especially trained animals. His wife Julia trains them with a drumlin whistle, and they obey with peculiar precision. The cultlike Bitspace Institute, hoping to train animal assassins, sends agent Simon Kassel to steal the whistle. Unknown to him, Kassel has been set up to fail by his Institute rivals who want to be rid of him, and after Julia and her apprentice Rosa are abducted by Institute thugs who attempt to kill him, Kassel switches loyalties and joins the circus as a very scary clown. He returns to Institute HQ to rescue Julia and Rosa, only to discover that the training whistle is much more than merely a whistle: a mysterious “function controller” that compels animals, human beings, and even the alien drumlin artifacts themselves to obey its bearer. On Gossamer Wings: From out in the dry rye fields of the west, rumors have come to the Bitspace Institute that someone has drummed up something valuable from the alien thingmakers: a large sphere of pure iron. Institute agent Hiram König rides out to investigate, and discovers the strange, mute young woman who has done the drumming. He also learns that the Big Ball of Iron is just the beginning of the previously unknown drumlins that she has discovered in the vast “bitspace” of the alien thingmakers. Despite the slow progress of technology in the Valinor colony, where steam locomotives and the first primitive hydrogen airships are state of the art, Natalie Bishop is using her talents with the thingmakers to seek out the drumlin parts she needs to build a heavier-than-air flying machine. For her, the flier is her masterpiece, the work that will prove her worth to the people she cares about. The race is on for König to extract Natalie from the pressure-cooker of a small town that is her home, before it blows up around her and before she takes the dazzlingly risky final step and tries to fly.

FROM SHANE GRIES: The Big Dead One (The Line)

The best place to be in an Apocalypse is inside a thirty ton Bradley Fighting Vehicle grinding rotting bodies to paste under your tracks or using an Abrams 120mm canister round to turn a horde of undead into a pink mist. Here’s the thing though … tracks and guns and the people who operate them wear out, even as the living corpses keep coming at you.

After a brutal summer of combat in the plains and cities of the Midwest, the First Infantry Division is conducting a fighting retreat back to the Pacific Northwest. Both the winds of Fall and the howls of the undead are echoing in their wake when they’re re-tasked to take Denver Airport. Along the way they have to safeguard thousands of civilians who are following in their armored wake, and one mistake can turn them all into a ravening horde.

For Staff Sergeant Mark Foley and his tired mechanized infantry squad, it means diving once more into the hell of combat against both raiders who will shoot you dead for a gallon of gas and infected that will send you to a special kind of living death.

The third volume of Shane Gries’ best selling, “The Line” series.

FROM MARY CATTELI: A Diabolical Bargain

Growing up between the Wizards’ Wood and its marvels, and the finest university of wizardry in the world, Nick Briarwood always thought that he wanted to learn wizardry. When his father attempts to offer him to a demon in a deal, the deal rebounded on him, and Nick survives — but all the evidence points to his having made the deal. Now he really wants to learn wizardry. Even though the university, the best place to master it, is also the place where he is most likely to be discovered.

FROM PAM UPHOFF: Out of Contact

Radmir Gagarin is not an Exec, he just does the job of one. Working for the richest man in the Alliance, Lord Diomid Devi, is not easy, even though he’s retired. And it gets a lot harder when the Plague strikes the World Lord Diomid purchased as his personal retirement home. And then the invasion . . .

As the Three Part Alliance crumbles, it’s every world for itself, and even a man so rich he can buy an entire parallel Earth to retire on, can find himself in a lot of trouble!

BY MANLY WADE WELLMAN, REVIVED B D. JASON FLEMING: Sojarr of Titan (Annotated): The Classic Pulp Planetary Romance

When the spaceship crashed on Saturn’s largest moon, the pilot adventurer died. But his infant son did not. Raising himself in the wilds of an alien world, Sojarr survives, and thrives, discovering a strange tribe of gypsy humans, and battling roving bands of monstrous natives…

Until the day another ship falls from the sky and threatens to throw two worlds into chaos!

  • This iktaPOP Media edition contains a new introduction giving the novel genre and historical context.

FROM HOLLY CHISM: Highway to Tartarus

Insanity seems to run rampant in the immortal population, and Hades seems to be the one the Fates tap to contain them all; however, this time, Hades, and Kyra, the former goddess of War from Atlantis, have to find and catch the one who’s gone dangerously insane: Deshayna, Kyra’s identical twin, and the former goddess of Death.

Along for the ride are a pregnant Persephone, Hel from the Norse pantheon (and Hades’ and Persephone’s lover), Tyr and Thor, and Kyra’s adopted daughter Rowan.

The seven of them follow rumors, leads, and death-god connections around the world in an RV that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, while trying to maintain a bare semblance of normalcy despite the chaos of never knowing when or where their Fates-assigned mission will end…or if it will end them.

FROM KAREN MYERS: Bound into the Blood – A Virginian in Elfland

Book 4 of The Hounds of Annwn.

DISTURBING THE FAMILY SECRETS COULD BRING RUIN TO EVERYTHING HE’S WORKED SO HARD TO BUILD.

George Talbot Traherne, the human huntsman for the Wild Hunt, is preparing for the birth of his child by exploring the family papers about his parents and their deaths. When his improved relationship with his patron, the antlered god Cernunnos, is jeopardized by an unexpected opposition, he finds he must choose between loyalty to family and loyalty to a god.

He discovers he doesn’t know either of them as well as he thought he did. His search for answers takes him to the human world with unsuitable companions.

How will he keep a rock-wight safe from detection, or even teach her the rules of the road? And what will he awaken in the process, bringing disaster back to his family on his own doorstep? What if his loyalty is misplaced? What will be the price of his mistakes?

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: The Sound of One Child Crying

Who is the child Reza can hear crying every time she goes to the new addition to the Royal Library? Her boss insists there is no child, that it is nothing more than her uncanny sensitivity to the unseen world making a nuisance of itself.

Worse, searching for answers gets her angry rebukes about respect for the dead. The further Reza goes, the more certain she becomes that someone is hiding an ugly secret.

It’s a secret that traces back two generations, to a dark period in this land’s history. A time most people would prefer to forget, not caring that denial doesn’t make a problem go away.

The truth may set you free, but not without a price. And Reza fears that death itself might turn out to be an easier price than the one demanded of her.

THIS WEEK WE HAVE A SPECIAL TREAT: FROM OCCASIONAL ATH COMMENTER AND ACE OF SPADE HABITUE SCOTT, HIS FIRST PUBLISHED STORY IS FREE HERE: The Waystation Incident

And if it gets enough votes, it will be printed in an anthology. So go and read, and if you enjoy it, support it.

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: PREMIUM

11 thoughts on “Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

  1. “Hey Fred, have you seen this new Premium EV?”

    “Yes George, I’ve seen it. It has all the problems of regular EVs with a bunch of Bells and Whistles that make it undrivable.”

    Andrew butted in, “But didn’t you get one?”

    Fred replied, “Yes I did. I spent more money than I paid for it removing the Bells & Whistles”.

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  2. Thanks for the promos! I needed some reading material!

    “Did. You. Pay. The. Premium?” The hulking figure asked.

    Lisolette, all 5’4″ of her looked up at him. “No! Why should I? It’s not like premiums ever help people like me…”

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  3. “Don’t worry, we can handle the job, and we don’t charge a premium for this type,” the exterminator reassured his client.

    “Thank you. I was meaning to take care of this govermin problem for a while, but it just grew out of control.”

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  4. Slowly, Felisa nodded. “If they start to glow, I will throw them away, lest they set the forest on fire.”

    He bowed. “I will help you.” There was trying to thwart the wicked witch, and then there was folly. If he did no better than many another prince, that would be quite enough.

    They stole out to the horses, and climbed up.

    The swans took off from the lake and began to fly along the road ahead. They set their horses to follow after, and the horses moved briskly.

    For a moment, Leandro thought of slowing for the distance, but then, they were the witch’s horses. He let them set their own pace and hoped they could run like the wind, during her pursuit.

    The forest closed about them.

    “It will be hard to look back and see if she’s following,” said Leandro.

    “The swans will keep watch,” said Felisa.

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  5. It was a beautiful machine; sleek, aerodynamic, with enough power to launch clean out of the atmosphere. It sat 6 people comfortably, with more usable cubic storage than flitters 3 times its size. Unfortunately, it usually sat in the garage as the fuel cost was horrendous, it taking only premium.

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  6. “We had to pay a premium for this,” Viola told me as she opened up the scroll case. “It’s hard to find proper quality sheepskin vellum for this kind of work.”

    I laid out the parchment and considered the feel of it on my fingertips. The faint smell of lanolin was there as well. “This is dangerous,” I pointed out. “We’re getting very close to actual, no questions about it, necromancy.”

    “It’s the only way we can find out what’s going on with the Magos,” Viola agreed with me. “If there was another options…”

    “No,” I nodded, arranged my notes, and prepared my fountain pen. “At least I can use a mechanical pen and not a feather quill.” The ink looked odd to my eyes, colloidal silver holding a small prana charge along with everything else, as I raised my pen to work.

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  7. Thanks for posting my info, Sarah. The Waystation Incident was one of my earlier attempts. I wrote it during and just after the lockdowns. I’m sure I write better than that now. But, a first “sale” is a first sale.

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  8. It would not do to let them realize that he would work at scrying farther than they were even thinking of as possible. It was wisest to keep them ignorant of all his plans even as far back as this point.

    And it was charming to listen to them learn.

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  9. I found the old cracker can almost by accident while I was helping clean out Grandma’s house. At first I thought it was some kind of novelty item, perhaps for a special day. But as I looked it over more closely, I realized that it had clearly been treated as an ordinary container, likely for many years to judge by the scratches and dings.

    Curious, I pulled the lid off and out spilled a regular magpie’s nest of random objects. There were a couple of necklaces that might have a little value, although they were pretty clearly costume jewelry rather than precious stones. There was a ball of crusty rubber bands, so old I figured they’d probably break the minute I tried to pry them apart. There were rusty paperclips strung into a necklace, whether to actually wear or just to keep track of them I couldn’t guess. A couple of river-polished rocks and an old Indian arrowhead might’ve been the beginnings of a geology collection or just mementos of some outing.

    And then I pulled out the real prize — two ration books from World War II. They were both about half-used, which suggested they must’ve been from right at the end of the War.

    Even as I was thinking that I might be able to sell them to a collector for a decent sum, I realized that neither of the names on their covers matched anyone in our family. Which raised the question of how they came to be here and why.

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  10. “People haven’t gotten dumber, it’s just that technology allows them to do more dumb things faster.”

    Pixy Misa, on the Ace of Spades web site

    Yup.

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