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
*Sorry, I was kidnapped by an autistic obsession with learning to use midjourney editing and it wouldn’t let me go. So this is unholy late, and tomorrow’s post will be late too. Sigh. I hate it when my brain does this. – SAH*
FROM HOLLY CHISM: The Passing of the Age
Once, gods and Titans went to war because humanity existed and the Titans…didn’t like that. Will, the blacksmith’s apprentice, was born long after the war’s bitter, destructive, last gasp. It left the land scarred, leaving behind the Wastes, a massive pit in the landscape, dug by poisoned magic. The old world was lost in the ashes, and survivors were left with so little that any who didn’t pull their weight (or had something someone powerful wanted) were exiled to starve in the Wastes.
Just. Like. Will.
Cast out to the Wastes because his father remarried and his stepmother had wanted her children to inherit, he turned to his master, the smith. The smith, who had held Will back to keep using his labor for free, refused to go against the rest of the village, angry though he was to lose Will’s labor. In lieu of the honestly-earned status of journeyman that would have protected Will from exile, his master gave him a bag of grave goods: a hammer (but not a good one), tongs (that were rusting to pieces), and a file (more than half worn out). And two small coins to pay the ferryman when he reached the river dividing life from death.
Will entered the wastes with the clothes on his back, inadequate grave goods, and determination to live through it, in spite of his village. And a mission given him by the Land, and by the god of the wild places, to take the knife he made with his grave goods to the very center of the Wastes. There, he will find his destiny.
FROM NATHAN C. BRINDLE: A Fox in the Henhouse (Timelines Universe Book 2)
Delaney Wolff Fox is a spy. A cute spy. A deadly spy.
A spy you want at your back when stuff gets real.
From a palatial office in Johannesburg, to a fancy whisky bar in Sydney, Australia, to a beautiful private beach in southwest Florida, to the great and wild city of New Orleans, Captain Delaney Fox, United States Space Force Marines (Intelligence Division) finds herself beset by assassins at every turn, while first saving an alien government’s valuable artifact from the South African cartel that’s stolen it, and then being assigned to guard said artifact while it completes a world tour, on loan from that same alien government.
But like the proverbial fox in the proverbial henhouse, you can count on Delaney to complete the mission and come out with the prize, intact and in hand – even if the “farmer” isn’t all that keen about her doing so.
FROM M. D. BONCHER: Dreams Within Dreams (Tales From the Dream Nebula Book 1)
Enter a world with no stars… no sun… no moon… no Earth. Only “the Dream”…
“An imaginative, action-packed tale that reads like a vision. If you like a bit of cyberthriller in your sci-fi… you’ll enjoy this one.”– Kerry Nietz. Award winning author of “The Dark Trench Saga” & “Amish Vampires From Outer Space”
Winston Harper is a sky trucker down on his luck. Years of numbing his past trauma has whittled away his reputation. Blacklisted and back to the wall, Winston’s only hope of survival is a no-questions-asked contract offering pay high enough to make him forget his own name. What could possibly go wrong? When the client changes the deal and imperial security crashes the party, he’s on the run caught between the empire and a rebellion. Hauling ten containers of contraband cargo, and guided by a mysterious femme fatale who holds all the cards, death may be the better way out…
Set in a post-apocalyptic future where the lines between technology and biology have become blurred, humanity survives on the remains of the solar system scattered about in a sky of endless twilight, ruled by an alien entity. Follow Winston Harper as he becomes entangled in the struggle against the cosmic empire and potentially, the secrets of humanity’s lost past… and perhaps its future?
“Dreams Within Dreams” is the first novel in a rollicking retro-futuristic Sci-Fi serial merging cyberpunk and old school pulp adventure with a touch of neo-noir intrigue. It’s “Flash Gordon” meets “Smokey and the Bandit” meets “The Matrix” meets “Talespin”.
FROM STEVE WHAN: The Time Between Towers: A Diaolou Mystery
Four friends. One impossible tower. A challenge that will test everything they know—and everything they are.
When Maya, Liam, Zara, and Dylan stumble upon a mysterious structure deep in a Maple Ridge forest, they don’t know that they’re about to enter the challenge of a lifetime. The daiolou—an impossible blend of ancient Chinese architecture and futuristic engineering—isn’t just a building. It’s a living puzzle that will push them to their limits.
Trapped inside a structure that seems to change with every step, the friends must use their unique skills to survive. Maya’s photography. Liam’s engineering prowess. Zara’s mathematical genius. Dylan’s encyclopedic knowledge. Each room presents a new challenge that demands their best—and threatens to expose their deepest fears.
As the puzzles grow more complex and the stakes rise, they’ll discover that the greatest challenge isn’t solving the tower’s mysteries—it’s trusting each other when everything seems designed to tear them apart. Some challenges can’t be solved alone. Some prizes aren’t what they seem.
FROM DECLAN FINN: Wyverns Never Die (Honeymoon from Hell Book 3)
THE SEQUEL TO THE DRAGON AWARD NOMINATED “LOVE AT FIRST BITE” CONTINUES!
Marco and Amanda have been hounded from Chicago to San Francisco by all the forces of Hell. Surely, Wyvern Con science fiction and fantasy convention in Atlanta would be safe? Who would dare attack a convention the size of a small city?Everyone.
Before the newlyweds even arrive, they are nearly killed by Chinese assassins. The local vampire nest has turned on them. Cyber-zombies have been unleashed on the streets.
Somebody has been playing a game with Marco and Amanda. But this is one honeymoon couple that like to play chess. And now, it’s time for their gambit to commence.
FROM ANNA FERREIRA: The Root of All Evil
When murder comes to Stockton, it brings long-buried secrets in its wake…
Kate Bereton leads a busy but unexciting life as the clergyman’s only daughter in a small Dorsetshire village. She’s grateful for the break in routine heralded by the arrival of her stepmother’s latest guests, but when Kate discovers a dead body in the parsonage one morning, she finds herself in much more danger than she could have ever anticipated. Terrified and desperate, she turns to the local magistrate for help. Mr. Reddington is eager to aid his dear friend Miss Bereton, but can they discover the murderer before it’s too late, and the secrets of the past are forgotten forever?
With a dash of romance and a generous helping of mystery, The Root of All Evil is a charming whodunit that will delight fans of Jane Austen and Agatha Christie alike.
FROM SARAH A. HOYT: A Few Good Men
Ladies and Gentlemen, we declare the revolution!
He spent 14 years in solitary. Now he’ll ignite a revolution.
Born a prince among Earth’s fifty tyrants, Lucius Keeva emerges from imprisonment with a fractured mind and a deadly purpose. When assassins hunt him, fate delivers him to the USAians—secret keepers of America’s forgotten beliefs.
For 500 years, this underground faith has preserved the Constitution while awaiting their prophesied leader. In Luce’s madness, they recognize their messiah.
Now the son of tyranny becomes liberty’s champion. As the USAians rise from the shadows, their weapons of war finally unleashed, a broken mind and a fallen prince prove the perfect weapon against an unbreakable regime.
One madman. One ancient faith. One last chance to restore the republic from legend.
A FEW GOOD MEN —where belief becomes the ultimate revolutionary tactic.
AND FROM THE NON-LITERARY HUNS
MURPHIC INDUSTRIES: Miniatures! Random decorations! Widgets!
Morrigan’s Mercantile! Shiny, Sharp, and Stylish…
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: PIPE









“Hey! Pipe Down”
Wack!
“I said pipe down as in be quiet not to hit me with a pipe.”
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The bear did not pipe up with an explanation, either that her memory was off, or the game was wrong.
Why would it? She had to hand what she needed, apparently.
“Heaven help me, let it be what I need,” she grumbled, and sat to read. Begin with the basics.
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Susan no doubt still did not need her piping up. The flames gave no point of reference to compare the wyverns to, not even clouds.
Honor closed her eyes. The wyverns flew toward them. She could guess at their distance, and how swiftly they flew, and how large they were.
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Cora sent water arching through the air, as neatly as through a pipe, to where Rae grew a tree. Despite the flooding, Rae’s new plants needed to be watered.
He was smiling, he realized. Then, why should he not? The children grew and prospered.
A girl glided over the water.
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The hypergrav board skimmed neatly down the front of the wave as it began curl over and thunder down in massive spray of white water. Jerry leaned hard to his left, guiding the board under the arching curl as it began to forma perfect pipe and roll towards the beach. Leaning forward he kicked the board into a higher gear and sped up, screaming in exhilaration as he sped over the surface of the water. It was dangerous, even without the leviathans that routinely ate humans trying to enjoy themselves on the oceans of Galathar VII, but that just added to the thrill of his beach day. Pulling his thoughts back in, he focused on enjoying the ride.
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“Hey look, Kitty, you’re the prompt for this week!”
“Merow*”
*‘That’s pipe, you dunce, not Pippi. You really need to schedule that eye surgery soon.’
“Oh, don’t haughty with me. I can see well enough to know you tossed a mouse all over the kitchen floor before you ate it.”
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Sigh… If you hadn’t told me that this was a day late – I would never have realized that it is actually Monday.
Thank you. I need to get the biodigester stuff poured down the pipes while I have everyone out of the house and not wanting running water.
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“Why did you leave the thread oil back in the ship?”
Squeeeeek, rreeeeeeeeeeeee.
“Sorry boss! I didn’t think about the pipe squeak!”
Prepares net for incoming carp-storm
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Roger was still struggling to understand how Toni could pipe in the operations of a computer elsewhere on her LAN and have it appear on a computer here in the little moon bubble house in the storyscape where he lived. He was getting a better handle on the concept of a virtual machine, but it was yet another example of what a hundred years of Moore’s Law meant in practical terms.
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Nice list of promos, as always! Thanks and added to the TBR list!
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