News from The Void 11/13/2013
News From the Void 11/13/2013
Hello all. It has been awhile since my last post, so there is plenty of news.
The Bitter Ends is now available on Amazon and Smashwords. Regarding Smashwords, there may be changes to The Bitter Ends availability on that site… I really hope that you will give The Bitter Ends a read, I am confident you will enjoy it. In the meantime, here is another sample… An excerpt from The Bitter Ends;Taken from “Rad” Rad’s eyes flew open, “Oh shit dude, I thought you weren’t coming… did you get it?”
“Yeah man, I have it.” Mark said, stepping fully into view. Rad’s eyes must have been playing tricks on him, because now he was seeing green, and it was not because he had been smoking it. Mark’s cheek was full of trauma, His face…“What happened to your face?”“I gave some ass-wad the bird, and we had a scrap… The fucker bit me man.”“Wow, you okay?” “Yeah, sort of, this being the worst day of my life and all. Let’s fix, I’ll tell you about it later.”“Sounds righteous to me bro.”Mark pulled out his kit and went to work. Using water from the jug, and performing the ritual like a seasoned hall of famer. When he pulled out the bag Eddie had given him, with the Heroin pressed into a tin foil wrapper, Rad’s eyes widened. Rad wanted to ask how Mark had so much, but the need outweighed his ability. He watched as Mark took away a piece, and heated the spoon, swirling the tar in the water after it bubbled, and drawing it in the syringe. “Tie off man; you first.” Rad said.Mark eagerly complied, feeling the prick of the needle and the rush of serenity that came when Rad depressed the plunger. Then it was Rad’s turn. Mark gave him a nice dose; Rad felt better right away. He was not even worried about sharing the needle. He and Mark always did, and sometimes they even swapped blowjobs, so who cared? Rad slipped off into opiate nirvana, his thoughts sliding away. It was silent for a time, before each of the young men found a measure of control over their rampant states of euphoria.
“I did something horrible Rad...”
Click your preferred link to get The Bitter Ends for your desired device. The Amazon link is for Kindle and Smashwords covers all other devices… Kindle:http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=sr_kk_1?rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Athe+bitter+ends+donny+swords&keywords=the+bitter+ends+donny+swords&ie=UTF8&qid=1384396978
Smashwords:
http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=The+Bitter+Ends
Jennifer Thomas and I have been reworking Fallen Song, to give the novel a higher level of readability and a new look. We are addressing the format. Fallen Song is a lengthy book, so some cuts are taking place, reducing wordiness. The plot will not be altered, nor the events within. Rather, the first Ways of the Stygia novel will match its fellows within the series and read far better than before!When the Amazon Edition of Fallen Song is completed, editing will begin on The Cult of Morgod, the next release in the Ways of the Stygia series.
An excerpt from Fallen Song;
It seemed more than some hazy memory, more than mere recall. I smelled the peasants alongside of the street beside me. I marveled at the feeling of the rough cloth on my skin. I could feel something solid in my hand. Sand blew about mildly. I sensed the sun on my back. There were men dressed in metal armor, holding the crowd back. On some instinctive level, I knew they were Romans. Did I fall asleep? I thought wildly. I knew it was not possible, that no dream provided a sense of smell. In a dream, one cannot feel sand below their feet, or the breeze. No dream possessed this much clarity, this was something more.I struggled with the whole event; my consciousness attempted to dismiss it, to call it a lie, to make it go away. It was not leaving. On a profound level, I sensed the importance of what I was seeing. I am unsure of how long my resistance lasted, but soon enough my inner struggle became acceptance. For whatever purpose, the truth was showing itself. There was great importance there, something I needed to know.
I allowed it to come. Let it show me, I thought. I noticed many people were cheering, and even more openly weeping. All wore basic tunics and the like, with dirty-matted hair, and sunken weathered faces peering from beneath their hoods or hair. Many were toothless and many more smelled, in fact, they all did. I looked down in my hand and saw a crude iron spike in my fist. I could not move voluntarily. The spike lay slightly concealed on my right hip…Click the link below to get Fallen Song for Kindle.
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=fallen+song+donny+swords&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Afallen+song+donny+swords
I have not gotten to spend as much time writing for the past month, as I would have liked. Nevertheless, The Vampire Faus, Dragon Stone has been progressing well. I enjoy spending time with Faus; she is one of my fondest characters. Writing is not a chore to me. I love the worlds I create, though the characters make these places and the events within them believable. Faus’ tale is set in 219 BC. I based many of the events and characters on actual history. It is fun to have Faus exist in such a period, governed by the Ways of the Stygia… The thing that brought her into the night… While she is a vampire, vampirism is not the driving design behind the plot. There is more to Faus than the old myths…
An excerpt from the Vampire Faus, Dragon Stone;
Of numbers, the thieving scum still held the advantage. Faus was not in the mood to kill her own crew, as well as the pirates. She could not very well sail into Porto Carthage on empty vessels, with blood-soaked decks and two vampires aboard. Her powers could aid her on a dead, cloudy night, where eyes deceive, and questions are more prevalent than the truth… but in the bright morning air? She tightened her grip on her blade, charging the fifteen or so Spaniards nearest the railing. Their short rapiers and light shields were no match for Faus’ great sword, one plucked from a distant battlefield where gods fought alongside angels and the demonic. The blade’s weight alone, combined with the arching angle of the assault killed two and sent three into the drink, where the weight of their boots and helms, coupled with the stiffness of their leather jerkins caused them to sink. As a spear thrust at her side, Faus palmed it into the railing, splintering the thick handle like a twig. Then she saw red murder, and all became lost for the would-be aggressors. Heads rolled like spilled grapes on the deck, hearts were torn free, entrails, slick and grotesque spilled from open cavities, eyes were plucked and squashed under boot and heel, bones and skulls the same. Under normal circumstances, the pirate attack might have succeeded, and Turgor’s vessel seized, his men gutted, his head taken…Not on that day, the ship had a new protector…Standing amidst the carnage of twisted, limbless bodies, Faus gave out a hearty bellow. “You men, get a plank and come across, half of you stand guard… the rest of you will pitch these knaves into the sea. I will go below decks, and see to any rebels.”
I will post another News from the Void soon… until then, enjoy yourselves. If you have read either The Bitter Ends or Fallen Song, please post a review if you can. It is the little things that help an upcoming author, reviews, sharing posts, liking pages that make a huge difference in spreading the word… anything you can do is greatly appreciated.
Thanks again for your support. I love you all.-Donny
Hello all. It has been awhile since my last post, so there is plenty of news.
The Bitter Ends is now available on Amazon and Smashwords. Regarding Smashwords, there may be changes to The Bitter Ends availability on that site… I really hope that you will give The Bitter Ends a read, I am confident you will enjoy it. In the meantime, here is another sample… An excerpt from The Bitter Ends;Taken from “Rad” Rad’s eyes flew open, “Oh shit dude, I thought you weren’t coming… did you get it?”
“Yeah man, I have it.” Mark said, stepping fully into view. Rad’s eyes must have been playing tricks on him, because now he was seeing green, and it was not because he had been smoking it. Mark’s cheek was full of trauma, His face…“What happened to your face?”“I gave some ass-wad the bird, and we had a scrap… The fucker bit me man.”“Wow, you okay?” “Yeah, sort of, this being the worst day of my life and all. Let’s fix, I’ll tell you about it later.”“Sounds righteous to me bro.”Mark pulled out his kit and went to work. Using water from the jug, and performing the ritual like a seasoned hall of famer. When he pulled out the bag Eddie had given him, with the Heroin pressed into a tin foil wrapper, Rad’s eyes widened. Rad wanted to ask how Mark had so much, but the need outweighed his ability. He watched as Mark took away a piece, and heated the spoon, swirling the tar in the water after it bubbled, and drawing it in the syringe. “Tie off man; you first.” Rad said.Mark eagerly complied, feeling the prick of the needle and the rush of serenity that came when Rad depressed the plunger. Then it was Rad’s turn. Mark gave him a nice dose; Rad felt better right away. He was not even worried about sharing the needle. He and Mark always did, and sometimes they even swapped blowjobs, so who cared? Rad slipped off into opiate nirvana, his thoughts sliding away. It was silent for a time, before each of the young men found a measure of control over their rampant states of euphoria.
“I did something horrible Rad...”Click your preferred link to get The Bitter Ends for your desired device. The Amazon link is for Kindle and Smashwords covers all other devices… Kindle:http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=sr_kk_1?rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Athe+bitter+ends+donny+swords&keywords=the+bitter+ends+donny+swords&ie=UTF8&qid=1384396978
Smashwords:
http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=The+Bitter+Ends
Jennifer Thomas and I have been reworking Fallen Song, to give the novel a higher level of readability and a new look. We are addressing the format. Fallen Song is a lengthy book, so some cuts are taking place, reducing wordiness. The plot will not be altered, nor the events within. Rather, the first Ways of the Stygia novel will match its fellows within the series and read far better than before!When the Amazon Edition of Fallen Song is completed, editing will begin on The Cult of Morgod, the next release in the Ways of the Stygia series.
An excerpt from Fallen Song;
It seemed more than some hazy memory, more than mere recall. I smelled the peasants alongside of the street beside me. I marveled at the feeling of the rough cloth on my skin. I could feel something solid in my hand. Sand blew about mildly. I sensed the sun on my back. There were men dressed in metal armor, holding the crowd back. On some instinctive level, I knew they were Romans. Did I fall asleep? I thought wildly. I knew it was not possible, that no dream provided a sense of smell. In a dream, one cannot feel sand below their feet, or the breeze. No dream possessed this much clarity, this was something more.I struggled with the whole event; my consciousness attempted to dismiss it, to call it a lie, to make it go away. It was not leaving. On a profound level, I sensed the importance of what I was seeing. I am unsure of how long my resistance lasted, but soon enough my inner struggle became acceptance. For whatever purpose, the truth was showing itself. There was great importance there, something I needed to know.
I allowed it to come. Let it show me, I thought. I noticed many people were cheering, and even more openly weeping. All wore basic tunics and the like, with dirty-matted hair, and sunken weathered faces peering from beneath their hoods or hair. Many were toothless and many more smelled, in fact, they all did. I looked down in my hand and saw a crude iron spike in my fist. I could not move voluntarily. The spike lay slightly concealed on my right hip…Click the link below to get Fallen Song for Kindle. http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=fallen+song+donny+swords&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Afallen+song+donny+swords
I have not gotten to spend as much time writing for the past month, as I would have liked. Nevertheless, The Vampire Faus, Dragon Stone has been progressing well. I enjoy spending time with Faus; she is one of my fondest characters. Writing is not a chore to me. I love the worlds I create, though the characters make these places and the events within them believable. Faus’ tale is set in 219 BC. I based many of the events and characters on actual history. It is fun to have Faus exist in such a period, governed by the Ways of the Stygia… The thing that brought her into the night… While she is a vampire, vampirism is not the driving design behind the plot. There is more to Faus than the old myths…
An excerpt from the Vampire Faus, Dragon Stone;
Of numbers, the thieving scum still held the advantage. Faus was not in the mood to kill her own crew, as well as the pirates. She could not very well sail into Porto Carthage on empty vessels, with blood-soaked decks and two vampires aboard. Her powers could aid her on a dead, cloudy night, where eyes deceive, and questions are more prevalent than the truth… but in the bright morning air? She tightened her grip on her blade, charging the fifteen or so Spaniards nearest the railing. Their short rapiers and light shields were no match for Faus’ great sword, one plucked from a distant battlefield where gods fought alongside angels and the demonic. The blade’s weight alone, combined with the arching angle of the assault killed two and sent three into the drink, where the weight of their boots and helms, coupled with the stiffness of their leather jerkins caused them to sink. As a spear thrust at her side, Faus palmed it into the railing, splintering the thick handle like a twig. Then she saw red murder, and all became lost for the would-be aggressors. Heads rolled like spilled grapes on the deck, hearts were torn free, entrails, slick and grotesque spilled from open cavities, eyes were plucked and squashed under boot and heel, bones and skulls the same. Under normal circumstances, the pirate attack might have succeeded, and Turgor’s vessel seized, his men gutted, his head taken…Not on that day, the ship had a new protector…Standing amidst the carnage of twisted, limbless bodies, Faus gave out a hearty bellow. “You men, get a plank and come across, half of you stand guard… the rest of you will pitch these knaves into the sea. I will go below decks, and see to any rebels.”
I will post another News from the Void soon… until then, enjoy yourselves. If you have read either The Bitter Ends or Fallen Song, please post a review if you can. It is the little things that help an upcoming author, reviews, sharing posts, liking pages that make a huge difference in spreading the word… anything you can do is greatly appreciated.
Thanks again for your support. I love you all.-Donny
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