So, you want a little sneak peek at The Madness Project? You got it…
I’ve put up chapters 2-3, since I’ve had chapter 1 up for a while now. Hope you enjoy!
Help young Ben Wolverton recover from a bad skateboarding accident by buying books from these authors, who have pledged that all profits from their sales in May, 2013, will go to Ben’s recovery fund:
Nightingale, (sci-fi) by David Farland. David is Ben’s dad, with two books to buy. Nightingale, a speculative fiction book about a young man raised in foster care who learns he can sing and affect evil, and Million Dollar Outlines, a nonfiction book to help writers learn to write better outlines. The books start at $6.99 in pretty much every format.
Books by J. Leigh Bralick
The Lost Road Chronicles
(ya/speculative fiction) by J. Leigh Bralick, The “Lost Road” Chronicles begin with Down a Lost Road, in which 16-year old Merelin Lindon uncovers family secrets and gets swept into a world connected to Earth’s mystical past.
The trilogy continues with Subverter, as Merelin tries to return to the world she loves, and finds everything has changed, and no one is safe.
Prism concludes the trilogy, as Merelin and her friends struggle to restore the world to balance when everything seems ready to fall apart.
Books by Briane Pagel. Pagel is the indie author of books like
Eclipse, a harrowing sci-fi story about an astronaut who wanted nothing more than to reach the stars, and did so — but it took murder to get there. Or did it?
the After: Saoirse’s life didn’t begin until she died in a plane crash. But with everything perfect in the After, why is she so unhappy? With the help of a possibly-unfriendly William Howard Taft, Saoirse looks for, in her afterlife, the meaning she never had in her life.
The Scariest Things, You CAN’T Imagine: short horror stories that will leave you lying awake at night wishing you’d stuck with something lighter. Try “The Grave-Robbers,” in which New Sam learns that there have been a lot of prior Sams born to Mom and Dad. And they’re all down in the catacombs…
All these books and more, just $0.99 on your Kindle.
BOOKS BY RUSTY CARL:
A Dead God’s Wrath (spec fic/novella): A mysterious stranger shows up to help avenge a brutal murder, unlocking magic of the best, and worst, kind in a sleepy 1895 western town.
War Angel: Like your romance with a bit of adventure and history? In this story, a young man learns of his grandmother’s remarkable escape from Nazi Germany with the help of a dashing stranger.
Books by S.K. Valenzuela:
S.K. Valenzuela writes the Silesia series: Silesia: The Outworlder,
and The Lords Of Askalon: Freed when her prison ship crashes, aided by a rogue fugitive, Saraha is trying to foment a rebellions against the Dragon-Lords.
CLICK HERE TO HELP BEN BY BUYING ONE OF S.K.’S BOOKS ON AMAZON.
“Unfettered: Tales From The Masters Of Fantasy,” an anthology of fantasy works that is offering ARCs right now. Proceeds from the first fifty books sold will help Ben Wolverton recover, and the books will be autographed by some big names in fantasy including Terry Brooks and Shawn Speakman, so click this link to go buy your ADVANCED COPY of this awesome-sounding book.
All right, folks. I need your help. Some of you may already know that my mentor David Farland‘s son Ben was recently in a terrible accident which will likely run his family into over a million dollars in medical bills (they don’t have insurance). Because of the brain trauma and all the related injuries, he is fighting for his life every day. The ordeal has been so hard for his family. I’ve been trying to chip in with the fundraisers so far, but I want to do something more.
So, I’m announcing that, for the month of May, all the money I make on the sales of my books will go to Ben’s cause. Obviously, DaLR is free, but that means that basically you can download the whole trilogy for under $10. This fundraiser also applies to the paperbacks. So if you would, please consider tweeting this post, posting it to FB to share it with your reader friends, or better yet, gift the books to someone you think might enjoy them. Or, even better, do all three! 🙂
Please help me help a friend! Dave is just an incredible teacher and writer, and I really want to give back somehow for all that he’s done for me.
Learn more about Ben Wolverton’s case here:
Find the Lost Road Chronicles on Amazon.
Well, I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump the past few days, so I did what I always do in that situation….resorted to art! So, here are two new pictures for The Madness Project, and two new people for you to meet!
The first is a sepia portrait of Samyr, Tarik’s childhood friend. The daughter of the Minister of the Interior, she’s a lovely girl and a bit of a spitfire, who won’t take any nonsense from Tarik or their aviator friend Griff.
The second is Jig, Hayli’s friend and Tarik’s nemesis. Though not exceptionally large, he’s the most dangerous street fighter in South Brinmark.
Check out the Artwork page for more pictures!
Just wanted to introduce you to one of the two main characters in The Madness Project, if you haven’t met him yet!
Prince Tarik Trabinis, meet readers. Readers, meet Prince Tarik.
Here’s a little glimpse of him from the first time Hayli meets him. Hayli is a total tomboy who’s dressed in boy’s clothes, so the guards assume that’s what she is. Tarik knows better.
One of the guards came sprinting up and saluted, not at Zagger, but at the boy. I jutted my lower lip and frowned.
“Your Highness?” the guard asked. “Shall I arrest him?”
Your Highness? I bit my tongue on a cry of surprise. I felt my face turn white, then red, and I’m sure my eyes bugged as big as the headlamps on the motorcar.
Zagger must have seen it, because he kind of smirked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching. The prince didn’t move at all. He stood turned a little aside, so I only saw his profile. All quiet lines and tanned skin, like he’d been born somewhere that actually saw the sun once in a while.
“Just send her off,” he said finally. A second hitched past and his eyes drifted back toward me. “She won’t be back.”
“No, wait!” I cried. “Wait, please! I have to be here. You don’t get it! I have to—”
I screwed my mouth shut. Babbling like a moonbrained idiot, and the Crown Prince not five steps away from me. The prince. I’d seen his picture in the papers before, of course. I don’t know why I didn’t recognize him from the beginning. Maybe because the pictures always had him look dashing in sport gear or three-piece suits, with that sweet mischievous smile and studied laziness — not mucked up with rain and mud and his cheeks all ruddy from the wind.