Wednesday, August 05, 2015

I'm on Book Three of my supposedly final edit / rewrite of Heirs of Mâvarin. Currently the plan is to put Heirs out as a trilogy of ebooks. In the years I've been toiling away on my first novel (or distracted and not working on it), the publishing industry has changed drastically. A part of me still wants to see it in a bookstore, with the Ace or DAW or some other major imprint on it, but market forces and the economics of publishing these days offer pretty strong arguments for self-publishing. We'll see.

I started a "fan" page for the books on Facebook. Yes, it's way too soon, but I want to have some content built up for when the time comes to really start promoting these books. Get a sneak preview at

Here's a snippet from Chapter One of Heirs of Mâvarin, Book One: The River's Edge:

Rani Fost set down the belt he was embossing and slipped out the front door of the deserted leather shop. Del was already in the stable yard next door, shading his eyes and staring in the direction of the river. He pointed. “There!”
Houses and trees blocked much of their view, but Rani spotted two riders, a man and a woman, barely keeping their seats as their horses neighed and plunged in fear of the large, dark creature that pranced in the middle of the normally quiet street near the lumber yard. Other hunters milled around the creature. 
It was the monster from Rani’s dreams, the one he had been desperate to catch a glimpse of in his waking life for the past three days. At first glance the tengrem could have been another horse and rider; but there was no saddle. Instead of a rider, the equine back sprouted a furry torso, like a bear on its hind legs. Two long, hairy arms ended in pink-clawed, five-fingered hands. The dirty yellow horn in the forehead was long and slightly curved.
The tengrem opened its wolf-like snout, revealing teeth so large that Rani could see them even at this distance. A moment later it spouted fire as a hunter ventured too close to the tossing head. The hunter’s horse shied as flame touched its legs. 
The tengrem bolted for the woods that covered the hills at the village’s edge. The hunters shouted and plunged in after it. Rani and Del watched for a few moments longer, but saw no more of the quarry or its pursuers.