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May 13, 2021
First 15 minutes of ARMY OF THE DEAD.
This part of ARMY OF THE DEAD is somewhat salacious, and certainly zombielicious. The age-restricted tag is there for a reason. You Have Been Warned.
It’s Race Night!
I missed a couple. But not tonight. Tonight I need to watch some Penny Arcade e-racing.
05/13/21 Snippet, Rescue from Chateau d’Aléatoire.
Almost done, for real.
Patreon!Gerard reflected that he was becoming quite the connoisseur of dragging unconscious people into rooms. The sergeant, for example: not as fat as Lord Philippe, but made up for it by being quite flatulent in his sleep. Pierre was, well, he looked frail but he was also damnably heavy. And when Gerard stripped off the unconscious man’s gloves in order to securely bind Pierre’s wrists, he blinked at the sight of those hands. Those are swordsman hands, he thought. Pierre here is no stranger to a blade.
By then Tempeste finished securing the other man, and was looking over at Girard. “Is something the matter?” she asked — and then gasped. Gerard looked around, instinctively, until he saw where her finger was pointing. There was a tattoo on Pierre’s wrist where it would be normally covered by a sleeve. A black diamond, broken in two…
He felt like gasping himself. Or maybe swearing. There were the Chambre Privilège swine, and then there were the Diamants Bruts. Those charming fellows were who the Emperor called on when he wanted the same sort of results as the Chambre, only not done sloppily. That Pierre was one of them, and likely using Gerard as some sort of cover for his own skulduggery, was exceptionally unwelcome news.
Tweet of the Day, Well, When You Put It THAT Way… edition.
I’m getting my second shot in a couple of days even without participating in the Greater Hershey Stupidity Tax*, but what the hell. I don’t particularly need the million bucks anyway.
Gotta admit this is kind of a brilliant outreach to people with absolutely no grasp of probabilitieshttps://t.co/6ZOzwqigFS
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) May 13, 2021
Moe Lane
*One of the most entertaining things about writing things set in Greater Hershey is that their leadership sees no reason to be inaccurate in their nomenclature.
So, what’s the best e-commerce credit card reader for your phone?
It looks like I’m maybe vending at Galactic Con after all, so I need a card reader (unless I was planning to do it all cash, which I am not). I also need a banner and some actual books to sell, but that’s easy enough to arrange. Do I want the Square, the Paypal, or something else?
Moe Lane
May 12, 2021
‘The Bold Marauder.’
It’s a certain mood. I wish Moonwulf would make all of his stuff available for sale online, though.
First stretch goal announced for the Kickstarter!
We’ve definitely funded for the original art, because I have awesome fans, but there’s a couple of stretch goals in place for the “A proper picture for my ‘Pickman’s Model!'” Kickstarter. Here’s the first one:
$600: Art for DECISIONS. DECISIONS will be my next chapbook, and it’s a mixed bag. Some horror, some fantasy, something that should be horror but isn’t – I really like some of the stories in here, and I’m looking forward to having more people read them. If we get to this stretch goal, I can get Ben to make art for them right away! All backers at the $10 level will get a digital copy of DECISIONS (.mobi, .pdf, and .epub), in addition to existing goals.
I’m going to Galactic Con!
Like, in person and everything. It’s officially the “HOWARD COUNTY COMIC CON,” at the county fairgrounds on June 12th. That’s past my two-week point for the second shot, so off I go.
And will I be vending there? …I dunno. There was an opportunity to sign up, but I found out about it after the deadline. I filled it out anyway, and… we’ll see. If I don’t hear from them in a week I’m going to assume I was too late and I’ll just go and look at what’s there to buy.
05/12/21 Snippet, Rescue From Chateau d’Aléatoire.
Couldn’t concentrate on MORGAN BAROD, so I worked on this. Almost done!
Patreon!There is an art to waylaying men in a dark corridor; and the first step is, make the corridor dark. There was one sprite-lamp above Pierre and the sergeant, set too high to extinguish without a ladder. Or else… Gerard made an appreciative noise as Tempeste pulled a gadget of crystals and gears out of a belt pouch. Belt satchel, really. “Oh, is that a sprite-snuffer?” he asked.
“No,” she said with the smallest of sneers. “I am not a hedge-witch, assigning every phenomenon I do not understand a place in some farcical animistic taxonomy. This,” she said with not a little triumph in her voice as the gadget started to whirr, “is a phlogiston enervator.”
“That is what I said, mademoiselle.”
“Indeed you did not, sir. This is science, not magic. You can tell the difference by the way that, unlike magic, this will actually work.”
Gerard had seen enough of the uncanny in his career to be far less dismissive of the occult than Tempeste, but he had to concede: whatever you called it, the device did extinguish the lamp.
